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betasuppe · 11 months
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"Well, I'm not that allergic to it..."
- I say about one of the many food allergies I have, only to eat the damn thing in question & find myself suffering miserably a few hours later.
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krispymothman · 2 years
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*INHALES*
BAD FEELING IS BETTER THAN MAD RAT, ALIVE
*gets shot*
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stargazedwinchester · 13 days
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Womanhood | Dean
Summary: Dean helps to comfort you during your time of the month, without much experience about periods, he tries his best.
This is a little different to the actual request, I hope that’s okay! I’ve tried my best to replicate it though :) Let me know if you want Sam’s/Cas’s version too!
Based off of this request here, thanks!!
Word count: 1,134
Warnings: some swearing, not loads!
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This morning, you woke up with the most unbearable pain, cramps that felt like your appendix had ruptured. You groan in pain, hoping it would subside soon. You clutch your belly and slowly get out of bed. Your alarm clock flashes 7:39am, and you let your head fall. “I love when I have no sleep,” you mumble to yourself, letting out a huff. Looking behind you, Dean isn’t passed out, snoring so loud it would’ve probably woke you up anyway. You hold your belly and walk out toward the kitchen.
“Morning,” you grumble, and Dean turns around from the stove. His face lit up seeing you at the doorframe, your hair a mess and in one of his spare Star Wars t-shirts and your own pyjama shorts. “Someone’s looking rough.” He jokes, noticing you’re not smiling back. “Aw honey, what’s wrong?” He asks, his smile quickly fading. The smell of breakfast hovers over you, like it’s mocking your morning sickness. “I think I’m coming on my period today…” you say, and Dean turns round to face you, letting the eggs and bacon sizzle quietly on the stove. Toast pings out of the toaster at the same time. “Are you sure you’ll be okay for today’s hunt? If you’re in pain, I’m sure Sammy and I will handle it fine.” He genuinely looks concerned, as if you haven’t had plenty of periods before. It hurt like hell, sure, but you could manage just fine. Along with the fact that periods can make you super emotional and/or angry, you were certain it could come in handy when killing a couple of monsters.
“I’ll be fine Dean, honestly. I want to come with you both.” You smile, leaning over the counter top. Dean nods in agreement. “It’s always fun having you around. If you change your mind just let us know, okay?” He shoots you a quick grin before turning back to the stove, plating up your breakfast. “Where’s Sam?” You question, usually he’s already by the table reading his favourite book or getting ready to go out for his morning jog. “I think he went for a shower, I’m not sure.” Dean spins round and passes you a plate with 2 slices of toast, egg, bacon and hash browns. “Wow, this looks really good, Dean. Thank you.” You smile warmly at him, and he returns the gesture.
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Your rapid breathing causes you to hunch over and rest your hands on your thighs, you take a deep breath. “God damn…” you say, looking up at Sam, who’s right in front of you. “What a kill!” You chuckle to yourself, wiping your hair out of your face. You stand up, giving Sam a high-five. “Good job, Y/N. It’s like you don’t need our help.”
“I know, right? I’m just that go-“ “Y/N! Watch out!” Sam cocks his gun and tries to shove you out of the way, a sudden loud bang shocks you as you feel something sharp pierce your skin abruptly. You fall over, Dean rushing to your side. “I’ll cover you, Dean, make sure she’s okay!” Sam quickly checks back at you, noticing blood is pouring out of our calf.
“Fuck. Y/N, are you okay? Does it hurt?” He panics, shuffling over to apply pressure on your leg. He rummages in his pocket for a handkerchief and immediately applies it to your wound, he rushes to whip his belt off and tie it tight enough around your leg to hopefully stop the bleeding. You can practically see the fear in his eyes, and you laugh quietly.
“What’s so funny, huh? Almost dying?” His hands shake, trying to keep the pressure on your leg at all times.
“I’m not gonna die, Dean. It’s just a gunshot. Stop worrying,”
You place your hand on his, and he gazes at you with so much worry. His gorgeous hunter green eyes comfort you, even though he’s feeling the complete opposite. You pull your hand up to his face and caress his cheek, he finally shows some sign of calming down. It’s like his whole body relaxes by just your touch. “I’ve honestly felt worse.” You joke, slowly moving your body to sit up. You wince, feeling cramp in both of your abdomen and your leg. “Help me get up,” you say, and Dean pulls you up, anchoring you from underneath, your arm draped behind his back. “Let’s get you home.” He says, catching his eye on Sam, making his way back inside.
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It had been a few hours since you arrived back at the bunker, you lay across the sofa, clasping your belly as the cramps still hadn't subsided. Your leg, however, had been patched up neatly by Sam, and were given some painkillers for it. It didn't seem to work that well.
"How're you feeling?" Dean pats your foot, walking past the sofa to perch himself on the very little space left on the armrest. "I feel like I've been shot in two different areas," You try to joke, but it only makes Dean glare at you, waiting for a real answer.
"Could you get me some period pads, or tampons, please? Either work," You state, trying to sit up. "Uh, yeah, I can do that. What... size?" Dean looks puzzled, which only makes you smile. "Regular, Dean. Get the ones with wings."
Dean stands up and gathers his thoughts. "Pads with wings. Tampons with wings. Got it. I think." He places his hands on his hips and looks to the ground, then to you. He smiles lovingly. "I'll be right back." He says, before grabbing his flannel and exiting the door.
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An hour or so had gone by, and you hadn't moved from the sofa. your cramps have worsened to the point of also giving you a headache. You hear the door open, then close. Dean's back from the store, and he's got a white carrier bag full of items. "I'm back," He chuckles, "Got you a few things." He walks up to the sofa, laying the bag on the coffee table next to you. "Oh, Dean, you didn't have to..." You trail, as he takes out chocolate, a small teddy bear with a t-shirt that reads 'Get Well Soon' with a small red heart underneath it. He had also bought you the pads that you had asked for, aspirin, fresh bandages for your leg and a small bunch of red roses.
Your smile gleamed as your eyes met his. "You really didn't have to." Your voice almost a whisper, and he moves closer to you. "I know, but I wanted to." He smiles, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.
"Thank you." You say, reaching your hand up to the nape of his neck, pulling him in for one more.
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valeskafics · 1 year
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"You Belong With Me" - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Side Modern!Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader
a/n: from an anon request, YES I USED A TAYLOR SONG TITLE SUE ME
Summary: Aemond knows he's a better choice for you than Jace is.
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, infidelity (committed by reader), NSFW material, p in v sex, profanity, innuendo, jealousy, jace is kinda a douche here sorry
Word Count: 1,858 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
The first time Aemond sees you, he’s pretty sure that if there is such a thing as soulmates, as cliche as it sounds, you’re his. The first time you speak to him, he’s surprised. You missed a lecture last week, for Professor Lannister’s class on gothic lit, one of the classes the two of you share. You ask him if you can borrow his notes from class last week. You were out sick with the flu. He nods and immediately emails them over to you. And soon, the two of you end up sitting next to each other in class. You two have so much in common, Aemond can hardly believe it. When you come into class wearing a Metallica tee shirt, along with your usual Doc Marten boots, leather jacket, and skinny jeans, he swears that this has to be fate.
After class, the two of you meet up to just hang out and talk about music. His eye travels to the silver rings that adorn your graceful fingers, the studded bracelet you wear, not dissimilar to the one that adorns his own wrist. He learns that you’re a history major, the same as him, even having the same concentration - Valyrian history.
When he learns that you’re into horror films, his attraction to you only grows. The two of you sit around the dining halls discussing the best Friday the 13th movie (he argues for the original with Kevin Bacon while you argue for the sequel since it’s the one where Jason kills), and just talking about everything. You’re one of the few people he genuinely thinks of as a friend.
Of course, he doesn’t just want to be a friend, but he’s willing to take it slow. You don’t seem particularly interested in the dating scene, from what he’s seen. So, he hides his time, waiting for the right moment to ask you out.
And that’s when he learns that you are, in fact, not single. In the most heinous of ways. The night that he’s planning to ask you out, during a study session, your boyfriend rolls through the library, walking up to you and giving you a kiss.
It’s Jace. His fucking cousin. Aemond thinks he could just scream out of frustration as he watches the two of you interact. Jace is clearly not the guy for you. He’s into F1 and all this other ridiculous stuff that you have absolutely no interest in, but pretend to be interested in for his sake. Jace, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to care for your music taste, the way your eyes light up when you talk about Metallica’s “Master of Puppets” getting its well-deserved recognition after that scene in “Stranger Things”.
And Aemond sees the way you slowly stop talking about these things to Jace. The way you try to fit yourself into his world, sacrificing so much of yours. He hates it. Because you, with your, in his opinion, incredible music taste, your dark sense of humor, your charm that is just so quintessentially you… You deserve more. You deserve someone like him, who can make you laugh, who can talk to you and listen to music with you, binge watch “American Horror Story” with you and dissect its meaning in relation to current events.
He’s the guy for you. He just needs to convince you of that.
It all comes to a head in the days leading up to the joint Thanksgiving celebration at the Targaryen mansion on Dragonstone beach. With you and Jace having been together for nearly six months now, he seems to have taken it upon himself to invite you to meet the family.
Aemond knows he is going to get so much shit from everyone if he doesn’t manage to break the two of you up before then. Everyone’s going to take Jace’s side, as they always do, and tell him that he should back off and get over you, because you’re Jace’s. But Jace doesn’t make you happy. You don’t laugh with him the way you do with Aemond. Jace doesn’t laugh at your jokes the way Aemond does.
He has to make sure the first time you meet the family, it’s as his girlfriend, not Jace’s.
So, he decides, he’s going to up his abysmal flirting game. He starts letting his “friendly” touches linger a bit longer, and you don’t seem to mind it. In fact, you start sitting a bit closer to him, seeming to enjoy his presence more and more with each passing day.
The Friday before midterms, just over a week before you’re supposed to leave for Dragonstone, Aemond comes to your dorm. Jace has flaked on a date with you to go paintballing with his best friend, Cregan. And, of course, as your friend, Aemond is there, ready and willing to serve as your company for the evening. And finally make his move.
Your roommate, Maris, is gone for the weekend, leaving you and Aemond alone in your dorm, laying in your bed, watching “It”, the 1990 version of course, Aemond refuses to watch horror remakes. And you’re tucked into his side in a way that feels a bit more than friendly as you complain about how it feels like Jace doesn’t even listen to you.
And that’s when Aemond gives in and kisses you. You kiss back for a moment before immediately pulling away. You stare at him in shock and begin rambling, as you do when you’re nervous, Aemond has come to realize.
“Aemond, look, you’re my friend, and I mean, if I didn’t have a boyfriend-”
“He shouldn’t even be allowed to call himself your boyfriend,” Aemond snaps bitterly, the two of you standing and facing each other, “You get that, don’t you? He was supposed to be on a date with you and he ditched you for his stupid friend,” his voice lowers as he meets your eyes, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “You deserve more than that. You deserve someone who treats you like a princess. Someone who gets you,” he pauses before finally adding, “Someone like me.”
You gaze up at Aemond and are about to respond when, suddenly, there’s a banging at your door, “Hey, babe! You home? I kicked Creg’s ass paintballing today!”
You and Aemond continue staring at each other as you call out to Jace, “Just a sec, Jace,” you lower your voice and turn to Aemond, “He doesn’t like it when you come over to the dorms, just go in the bathroom and stay there till I tell you to come out.”
Aemond rolls his eye and nods, going into the bathroom. You, in the meanwhile, move to let Jace in, who immediately starts talking to you about some F1 driver or the other, or some band that you have absolutely zero interest in. Jace continues rambling on, not letting you get a word in edgewise. You glance over at the bathroom and have the overwhelming urge to kiss Aemond again and end up telling Jace you’re not feeling so great and run in, slamming the door shut behind you, Jace calling after you that he’ll just chill on your bed.
The moment you enter the bathroom, Aemond is in front of you, pressing you up against the door, his mouth finding your neck as he kisses you, his teeth grazing against your skin, “Missed you.”
“Jace is right in the other room-”
“He doesn’t matter,” Aemond pulls back ever so slightly, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, “He doesn’t make you feel needed, or even wanted. I can do that for you, baby.”
“I love him,” you insist, losing yourself in the feeling of Aemond’s chest pressing up against yours, “I’m serious, Aemond.”
Aemond’s lips curve up into an almost wicked grin as he speaks softly, “Sure you are. So, I guess that means if I were to,” his hand trails all the way down to the waistband of your jeans, “Touch you… Here,” he chuckles, “Your pretty little pussy wouldn’t be wet at all from the thought of me? From that kiss earlier? Because I heard you moaning.”
You grit your teeth, not wanting to dignify that with a response, in part? Because you know it’s true and he’s right. Instead, you ignore Jace calling to ask if you’re okay and unbutton your jeans, letting Aemond back you up against the door again, kissing you frantically as he pushes your jeans down to your knees. Your hands move to undo his own pants, palming at his hard-on, wanting to feel him. You hear Jace knock at the door and ignore him, willing him to just fucking leave as you feel Aemond slap his cock against your clit, making you let out a quiet whimper.
“Gotta stay quiet,” Aemond says, covering your mouth with his hand, though not harshly enough to make you uncomfortable as he pushes inside you, “Slap my shoulder twice if you need to stop.”
You nod, your eyes going wide as he begins fucking you, his other hand gripping your hips. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him in closer as he fills you over and over with his long, thick cock, hitting your sweet spot every fucking time.
“You okay?” he whispers.
You nod, bucking your hips against his, urging him to move faster. Aemond does so, as you move one hand down, rubbing your clit, chasing your high. Jace may be well-endowed, but there’s something so carnal about the way Aemond grits his teeth and nearly growls as he fucks you, holding you close. It’s as though you’re the only thing that matters to him in the world. You finally hear Jace let out a noise of frustration and exit your room, saying he hopes you feel better.
Aemond removes his hand from your mouth the moment the two of you hear the door shut. Aemond now uses both of his hands to hold your hips in place as he jackhammers his hips against yours, setting a fast, unforgiving pace. You feel yourself getting closer and closer as you rub at your clit, letting out a low moan. Aemond pushes your hand away and begins doing the action for you, rubbing furiously, wanting you to reach your peak before he does. Then, he presses down slightly, applying the slightest bit of pressure, sending you careening over the edge, your lips parted as all you can say is his name over and over. Aemond reaches his peak soon after you, pulling out of you and spilling himself against your stomach.
While you’re still basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, Aemond grabs a towel, wiping you off gently. He pulls you into his arms and holds you for a long moment, both of you gathering yourselves as you rest your forehead against his chest.
“I think I need to break up with Jace,” you mumble, almost incoherently.
Aemond chuckles, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head, “I’d certainly hope so.”
And so, Aemond and you stay behind on campus for Thanksgiving break, making very good use of your empty dorm.
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choke-me-eddie · 1 year
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Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader
Summary: How Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.
Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, smut.
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Chapter 8
You wake up alone in Eddie's bed the next morning. Or afternoon. You don't know what time it is, but you can definitely smell coffee and…bacon? God, you hope it's bacon.
You sit up, slowly, embracing the splitting headache that slowly creeps in, and notice Eddie isn't in the room. You'd both fallen asleep hand in hand last night and you smile softly as you remember his words.
"I'm right here."
But, did he mean that literally? He was right there after all. Or did he mean something else?
You hoped it meant something else.
The need to pee suddenly overtakes all of your thoughts, so you gingerly stand up, feeling your stomach flip a little. You slowly make your way to the bedroom door, when voices from the living room catch your attention.
"-shouldn't let her go again, son. You obviously love her, you know you screwed up, and she obviously still cares about you. Not very many women who would clean you up after you've been an ass to them." Words from an unfamiliar voice that must belong to his uncle male your stomach flutter.
"All she gets is shit for being with me, Wayne." Eddie sounds defeated, rough. "I should just do her a favour and back off, she doesn't need me holding her back. I love her but…what's that saying? If you love someone, let them go?"
You swallow hard, your gut twisting in sadness.
"That's bullshit, Eddie, and you know it. Take it from me son, as an old man who's had his fair share of loss, once you find someone who makes you feel the way Y/N makes you feel, you'd be a fool to give it up. Relationships are hard work, boy, but when they work, they're the best thing you could ever wish for." No reply. "Does she know?"
"That I love her? I might….might have yelled it at her last night when we got into a fight. Right before…" He trails off and you assume he's gesturing to his bruised face. You hear a rattling of a pill bottle.
"Edward." His uncle sighs, exasperated. "Look, you know I only want the best for you, son, so this comes from a place of love but…you've gotta grow a pair. Either tell her how you feel, or end it and move on."
You cringe as the floor beneath you squeaks, so you play it off and head into the small bathroom, shutting the door hastily. You relieve yourself and splash some cold water on your face, brushing your teeth with your finger just so your breath didn't smell like the living dead.
You emerge from the bathroom and bump into Eddie.
"Woah, easy. You okay? Did you throw up?" He looks down at you, concern on his black and blue face. It looks less swollen but still pretty painful.
"No, no, I'm okay. My head kills though." You mumble, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, trying your best not to let Eddie's scent flood your senses.
"I've got painkillers. And coffee. And breakfast." Eddie says, gesturing towards the kitchen. "My uncle's here though, his shift doesn't start for another couple of hours."
"That's okay," you smile, looking down at your boxer-clad lower half. "Maybe I should-"
"I have some pants you can wear, hold on." Eddie squeezes past you into his room and comes out 5 seconds later holding a pair of plaid PJ pants, which you slip on over the boxers. You give him a small nod and follow him out into the kitchen.
Wayne is sat at the kitchen island, sipping a mug of coffee and tucking into some bacon, eggs and toast.
"Uh, Y/N, this is my uncle Wayne, Wayne this is Y/N," Eddie says sounding a little awkward. You smile at the older man.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr Munson, I've heard a lot about you." You say, taking his hand to shake.
"Likewise, Y/N. But please, call me Wayne, this one already makes me feel too old." Wayne grins, gesturing to Eddie, who smirks and shrugs.
"You are old, pops, ain't my fault." Eddie shoots his uncle a cheeky wink which makes you giggle. Wayne rolls his eyes before finishing the rest of his coffee and breakfast, popping on a hat and grabbing his bag.
"Well, I best be going, got a few things to do and uh…people to see before my shift starts. You kids kick those hangovers to the curb, alright?" He shoots a meaningful look at Eddie, and the two seem to share some sort of silent communication before Wayne heads out the door. Eddie clears his throat.
"You hungry?"
"I could eat," you nod, smiling as he passes you a mug of coffee. You take a sip and your insides flood with warmth, not just from the temperature of the coffee but because he's made it exactly how you like it. "Thanks. How's-" You gesture to your face, and Eddie shrugs.
"I'll live." He turns his back to you to scramble some eggs and cook some bacon, and honestly this domestic part of him is ridiculously attractive. You sit at the kitchen island just watching as he moves around the kitchen, bobbing his head to the KISS song playing on the small radio. He places a plate in front of you, adding some toast to it before sitting opposite you with his own plate. You eat in silence for a few minutes.
"This is…really good, Eddie." You mumble through a mouthful of perfectly crisp bacon. He snorts.
"Thanks but…it's pretty hard to fuck up bacon. Even when it's bad it's still pretty good." He smirks before adding "like blowjobs."
"Oh yeah? Mine were 'pretty good' then?"
"Shut up." Eddie grins, rolling his eyes. The amusement dies down quickly though, and Eddie clears his throat. "So, um, listen, Y/N, I think we should talk-"
"Eddie-"
"I know, not exactly a good time but…when is it ever?" He sighs, pushing around some eggs on his plate. "Look, Y/N, I'm…I'm sorry I didn't believe you about the picture and I'm sorry I was a huge dick to you. You didn't deserve that, you've only ever been sweet to me, even when we didn't really know each other. I guess I was just…so fucking angry. You're too good to be true, sweetheart, I don't deserve you, so of course when my fears became real I just…lost it."
"Eddie…" you reach out and take his hand. "I would never, ever do that to you. I…I've never felt about anyone like the way I felt about you."
"Felt?" Eddie looks up at you, eyebrows raised in question.
"Feel." You admit. "I love you, Eddie. I love you so much it's kind of annoying, actually. I can't stop thinking about you, I sleep with that Dio shirt of yours every single night just because it smells like you, I had to move away from you in Ms O'Donnell's class because my grades were slipping because I couldn't concentrate around you. I'm.. fucking obsessed with you. And I'm still angry at you, but I love you." Your voice wobbles and a few tears roll down your cheeks. You let go of his hand to quickly wipe them away.
"So that's where that shirt is," Eddie smiles, making you laugh softly. He gets up and walks over to you, enveloping you in a hug, smushing your face into his chest. You inhale his scent, and it just makes you cry harder. He shushes you, stroking your hair, letting you soak his shirt in your tears and snot as you cling to him. He holds you until you quiet, the odd hiccup or sniff escaping you. "You okay?"
"God, I'm sorry," you whisper, wiping your cheeks. You cringe at the wet patch on his shirt. "Sorry…"
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," Eddie says gently. He walks you over to the couch and sits down with you. "I love you, you know that, right?"
You nod, smiling sadly through tears as he tucks some of your hair behind your ear.
"But?" You ask, almost afraid of the answer.
"But baby, I'm not gonna be the reason that you don't succeed in life and get out of this shit hole, okay? You've almost been kicked off the squad because of me, I mean, Jesus Christ sweetheart you were a victim of some fucked up revenge porn shit because of me. I can't be the reason you get shit on. You deserve so much better. I know my future, this is it," he gestures around the trailer. "Maybe a job in the repair shop, but that's as far as I'm going. I know that and I'm okay with that, but I'm not okay with you wasting away in Hawkins because you're stuck with the town freak." You frown at him. He sighs, reaching out for your hand. "I wanna be with you, more than anything in this fucking world but I can't…I can't fuck your life up too."
"Then be with me. Let's get high school over with and get the fuck outta here. I don't give a shit, Eds, I just…I just want you." You entwine your fingers with his. "I love you."
"Shit, c'mere." Eddie pulls you into his lap, his hands cupping your face as your lips meet, moving together in a way that left you breathless. You kissed until you gasped for air, breaking apart and resting your forehead on his. "Fuck it, I love you. I love you so fucking much baby." He kisses the stray tear that rolls down your cheek. "I missed you, my beautiful girl."
"I missed you so much, Eds." You smile, pulling him into another kiss. You sigh contentedly as his tongue finds yours, kissing you slow and deep, tasting you like he was committing you to memory. You break apart, and you cuddle up to him, resting your head on his chest. "Eddie?"
"Mm?" His voice rumbles through his chest, his fingers absent mindedly playing with your hair.
"Can we take a nap? I've missed sleeping next to you." You mumble, kissing his collarbone. Eddie chuckles and doesn't respond. Instead he scoops you up bridal style and carries you to his bedroom, laying you back down in his bed, and climbing in next to you. You immediately wrap yourself around him and he kisses the top of your head, holding you close.
"Y'dont know how badly I wanted to do this last night, angel. Having you here and not being able to hold you…it was killing me." Eddie whispers softly, his fingers tracing up your back lightly. "I love you."
"I love you." You whisper back, eyes already falling closed.
"Sleep, baby, I'm right here." Eddie's voice sounds so far away as you drift into slumber, feeling the most peaceful you've felt in weeks surrounded by the smell and safety of your Eddie.
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A few hours later, your eyes slowly open and immediately you notice you are alone in Eddie's bed. Panic instantly floods your brain and you sit bolt upright.
"Eddie!?" You yell out, and he comes running into the bedroom, looking just as panicked as you.
"What? What's wrong?!" He immediately kneels on the bed and wraps you in his arms. "Baby, you're shaking…"
"I thought…I thought you'd left me again." You whimper, burying your head into his chest.
"I just dipped for a smoke, I couldn't sleep but you were out cold so I thought it would be okay, I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay," you say, your voice small as you clutch at his shirt. He tilts your chin up and kisses you softly, and you taste the smoke on his lips. You kiss him back, harder, making him groan against your mouth. You push him down on the bed and straddle him, lightly grinding down on his growing erection already straining against his zipper. Eddie grips your hips tightly.
"Shit, sweetheart, I've been basically celibate since we broke up, you keep doing that and I'm gonna cream my pants", he gasps as you grind down particularly hard right on the head of his cock.
"'Basically celibate'?" You smirk, looking down at him with an eyebrow raised in question.
"Baby, I am but a man, and a man needs to jerk off. But, my hand stopped feeling good a long time ago, nothing compares to you. Haven't jerked it for weeks, so I'm about ready to bust." Eddie grins sheepishly. "So, if we're gonna do this, don't be surprised if I'm a two pump chump the first time. You know I'll get my form back."
"Well, let me do all the work then." You kiss his lips sweetly and then grab his wrists, pinning them above his head. You give him a wolfish grin. "So, about those handcuffs you've got hanging up over there…"
"Purely for decoration, babe. You're the first girl I've ever had back here." Eddie quickly blabs, as if afraid you're thinking something different. "I promise."
You smile down at him, your heart feeling all warm and fuzzy.
"I believe you, Eds, but that's not what I was getting at." He raises an eyebrow in question, his cock twitching against you. "Can you stay still for me, like a good boy?"
Eddie freezes and lets out a groan; this was definitely doing it for him.
"Fuck, yeah, baby, yeah I'll be your…your good boy." He practically whimpers as you climb off him and grab the cuffs from off his wall. You unlock them, placing the tiny key on his nightstand. You then shuffle off the borrowed PJ pants and boxers and climb back on top of him in just his tshirt.
"Can you take your shirt off for me, baby?" You ask, and Eddie nods, eagerly whipping off his shirt and throwing it somewhere in the room. "Good boy, doing so well for me." You grab the cuffs and pin his arms above his head, cuffing his wrists together. "Keep them there, or you don't get to cum inside me, okay? And I mean really cum inside me, cos I'm on birth control now. Been dying to feel you fill me up."
"Sweetheart," Eddie strains "You can't fucking say shit like that when you're grinding down on my dick."
"Oops," you grin, deliberately rocking your hips a little harder. Eddie hisses, his hips bucking. The imprint of his cock drags along your bare slit, catching on your clit and making you shiver.
"Oops." He echoes you and you roll your eyes at him.
You quickly unbutton his jeans and pull them down his legs along with his boxers, and his cock slaps against his stomach, angry and leaking. Your pussy floods at the sight; you'd forgotten what his cock looked like, let alone what it felt like inside you. Eddie chuckles at the look on your face.
"You're in a position of power here, baby. If you want it, take it."
Goddamn him for looking so fucking sexy and cocky, even when he's locked in handcuffs. You take off your shirt and throw it at him, he makes a noise of protest as it lands on his face, blocking his view.
You giggle and remove the shirt, hovering your bare tits just above his face. Eddie strains and lifts his head, narrowly missing your nipple with his mouth. You sit back with a teasing grin on your face.
"Baby, please," he begs, the crack in his voice sending a rush of arousal straight to your core.
"Hm, I think I like the sound of you begging, baby." You purr, gently dragging your pussy along his cock, coating it in your slick. "Beg me some more and I might just give you what you want."
Eddie struggles against the cuffs and he bucks his hips, clearly frustrated.
"Babe, Y/N, angel, please sit on my cock, put your tits in my face, fucking anything, please, baby, fuck-!" Eddie grunts as you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him slowly before lining him up with your entrance.
You lower yourself down onto him, and even just the feeling of the head pushing into your slick folds is enough to nearly push you over the edge. You'd never fucked anyone bareback before, and Eddie was so hot, so hard, so big that you were whimpering as you stretched around him.
"Jesus. Fucking. Christ." You can hear it in his voice, he's struggling to not immediately blow his load as he splits you open. "Baby, go slowly okay? God, your pussy is so fucking tight-"
"Eddie, god, y'so fucking big," you whine, losing your dominant demeanour for a second as he bottoms out. You take a second sitting on top of him to adjust.
"Shit, shit, shit, oh god you feel so fucking good," Eddie is fucking gone, babbling away as you start to ride him, grinding your clit against his pubic bone.
"Eddie, you fill me up so good, baby," you moan, leaning forward and letting your tits fall in his face. He immediately takes your nipple into his mouth, licking, biting and sucking, every scrape of his teeth or flick of his tongue has your pussy clenching around his cock. You grind against him faster. "Fuck, Eddie, baby, don't stop, don't stop-" you shudder as he bites down on your nipple and you cum, hard and long, your body twitching as you attempt to ride it out, your cunt fluttering and gushing on him.
"Shit!" Eddie drives his hips up, slamming his cock against your cervix and you feel him unload inside you, filling you with his cum. "Oh my fucking god," Eddie pants, his head buried in your chest as his cock continues to twitch with his release. "Oh fuck, I'm still fucking cumming-"
You moan in response as you feel his load start to drip out of you, pooling beneath you in a puddle. Neither of you care, not wanting to break the connection yet. Instead, you find his mouth with yours, kissing him slowly and deep. Eddie moans into your mouth.
"Baby, as fucking hot as this is, can you uncuff me? I gotta touch you."
You quickly reach over and grab the little key, unlocking the cuffs. Eddie practically throws them off of himself and grabs your hips, rolling you onto your back. He fiercely kisses you, tongue exploring every inch of your mouth and you feel his cock starting to harden inside you once more. He rocks his hips against yours, making you moan loudly. Eddie pulls away from your mouth, looking down at you with a sexy smirk.
"Now, can you be a good girl for me?"
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Spider's Big Prometheus Thing: Index Post
Being a list of all the posts produced in the course of this inexplicable project of mine. This post will be updated as more entries are added, on days when I remember I made an index for these.
All entries will have at least a minimum level of citations for where to start looking for more facts on a subject. Be aware that there's also hidden rambling and bonus facts in the image alt text.
0. Introduction
Setting the scene, including my background, my intent, and where this movie is going.
1. Opening
Expectations, landscapes, and aliens.
Rambles: DNA, whether aliens would have it, and why it doesn't look like a pale bacon ladder.
Alt-text rambles: nano-bubbles.
2. Discovery
The Isle of Skye is gorgeous, the movie attempts to establish its themes, and why it had already got my hackles up. Rambles: how cool ancient and pre-modern peoples were, the implications of humanoid figures in European cave paintings, and misplaced lions. Alt-text rambles: seriously, Skye is just so cool. Erich von Däniken and modern publishing royalties are not.
3. David
We meet the loneliest android, and his fandom of choice. Rambles: I go nuts for a paragraph over Proto-Indo-European. Alt-text rambles: Help me remember a dude's name, that time Ron Perlman saw Sigourney Weaver do something so cool he forgot to act, and a Coronation Street conspiracy theory.
4. Humans (Derogatory)
We meet the human crew, and analyze why they're a mismatch to the movie's established expectations, and what subgenre they fit in most. It isn't the one the movie seems to be aiming for. Rambles: 50s B-movies and their Men Of Science, modern movies and their quietly suffering scientists. Alt-text rambles: inconsistently moist characters, Idris Elba's christmas tree decorations.
5. Pseudoarchaeology (Extremely Derogatory)
We meet Old Man Capitalism, poor logistics, and how the movie began to really lose me through dropping in some racist pseudoscience tropes. Rambles: more logistics (of alien bioengineering), historical art styles, what the world was getting up to in the 600s CE Alt-text rambles: Linguistics, more ranting, the life and extraordinarily ornate death of Kʼinich Janaabʼ Pakal. Rants: the existence of writing, people who don't look like you can still think, stargazing and how conspiracy theorists don't understand it.
6. Roads
Poor firearm safety with Chekhov's Gun, when movies move too fast, atmospheric chemistry, and the moment I began to yearn for blood. Rambles: First contact protocols, why 3% CO₂ won't kill you but it will make you weird, my personal experience digging up a Roman road. Alt-text rambles: the logistics of securing items in moving craft, linguistics, atmospheric science, colorblind-friendly diagram design, swearing about orology, and cursing the crew for their fictional crimes against archaeology. Rants: Why they should've stayed in orbit, and my impassioned defense of historically significant transportation infrastructure.
7. Masking
The bit that made most people realize these characters were idiots. Featuring an attempt at themes. Rambles: NASA's policies on biological contaminants Alt-text rambles: Benedict Wong having nothing to do, helmet design, driving on dusty track, the tiny overlap between archaeological horrors and Minecraft, the CDC's excellent captions on men sneezing. Rants: Nominating a man for the Heinrich Schliemann Archaeology Award, all these people are catching space covid
8. Ghosts
Comparing the Engineers to their series antecedents, and I develop a slight soft spot for the geologist. Rambles: Set design in Alien, how carbon dating works. Alt-text rambles: Adventure games, GET DOWN MISTER PRESIDENT, I get very excited for Dune: Part Two, the archival devotion of people with rare blorbos.
9. Dignity
Personal, professional, social, and media context for the treatment of people's remains. Rambles: Personal experiences around the archaeological discovery of human skeletons, professional codes of ethics, movies that handle dead bodies better by being more crass about it. Alt-text rambles: None, the main text gets full focus this time.
10. Atmosphere
How intertextual imagery is overused, how the one major character arc is developing, and a whole grab bag of miscellaneous shambolic events. Rambles: How tourist-breath can destroy artifacts, and a deleted scene Alt-text rambles: Whether explaining mysteries is always the wrong decision in fantasy, the usefulness of helmets, Mass Effect's loading screens, please someone give me more recommendations for things where Giger creatures aren't all bad, and how cultural variation in gestures can make you look like an asshole. Rants: they aren't done desecrating the dead oh boy it's just gonna get worse
11. Decontamination
How to present an audience with events that make no sense, how to do it eerily, and how Prometheus does this by accident. Rambles: NASA's Apollo 11 quarantine policies Alt-text rambles: How 2001: A Space Odyssey put on a cosmic lightshow, how traditions are faked for political and social power in Midsommar, confusing lab equipment, robot arm safety, the use of camper vans in space exploration, umarell behavior, and robot horror movies. Bonus text rambles: pressurized gas cylinder safety, and how the cargo of one truck apparently tried to join Roscosmos. Rants: Laboratory safety
12. Shocking
Mary Shelly would not be proud of them. Rambles: Which home electrical appliances their tomfoolery is equivalent to. Alt-text rambles: Semiotics and Alien, reuse of props and art department equipment, the cast's inability to look at things, how the first chestburster scene intelligently incorporated spontaneity, and I completely lose my mind over a single computer readout, finding out in the process that the Engineers are close cousins to the common house mouse. Rants: I didn't think that "don't stick electrical plugs in people's ears" would be something that needed to be said, but here we are.
13. Family Tree
A soothing ramble about some of the cool bits of my job. Rambles: How evolution has made some vertebrate blood white or green, how genomes are sequenced, and how to determine the relatedness of species. And more. A lot more. I love my job. It's so cool. Alt-text rambles: How Nickelodeon slime was made, how hecking tiny molecules are, why blue-tongued skinks have blue tongues, my review of Dune: Part Two, how hard I worked to not turn Gene Wilder into a jumpscare, lots of enthusiastic explanations of DNA sequencing techniques, the aesthetics of the machines wot do that for you, how "snip" no longer sounds like a verb to me, and how I started out as a computational scientist.
14. Cheers
David poisons a man, and how his character arc ties into christian-influenced existential dread. Rambles: series continuity, gnostic theology, Ridley Scott's beliefs. Alt-text rambles: How to ruin petri dishes, Vickers' questionably carbon-based existence, the game of Operation, hand doubles in filming, how the funniest possible misidentification of an early church figure is wandering around the internet, the cool genders of suit actors, gnostic Archons, and the Engineers as Sophia. Rants: Holloway seems unaware that archaeologists study dead people, Ridley Scott is his own biggest problem.
15. Unworthy
The movie does something I'm not going to joke about. Don't read this if you're having a bad day. Big content warning for Holocaust imagery.
16. Intimacy
Your asexual commentator grapples with Hollywood's terrible track record on romantic and sexual chemistry. Rambles: Why we don't say an archaic-looking species is "older" than another, how religious scientists do what they do Alt-text rambles: the human family tree, Abbott and Costello, pitcher plant cultivars, the creative possibilities of a Buddhist version of this movie, and Stephen Still's lack of accordions. Rants: I've never been a boyfriend but I'm pretty sure that's not how you do it
17. Threat
Prometheus takes a hard turn into old slasher movie tropes. Rambles: A movie trailer that gave Wee Spider the screaming heebies Alt-text rambles: The age rating of Prometheus, a spontaneous X-Files crossover AU, Pitch Black, how likely it may or may not be that the images in the post will get flagged, critter behavior, insufficient EVA suit design, and the content balancing I take into account when selecting screenshots. Rants: This movie does not seem to know what it is. Alt-text rants: Ditto, focusing on characterization.
18. Flames
"Mac wants the flamethrower!" Rambles: I wandered off in the middle to watch a 40k comedy video, does that count? Alt-text rambles: More content-balancing, what kind of very English critter David appears to be, dune buggy design, Star Wars: The Old Republic is worth your time, Dune: Part Two is worth your time, an extremely long ramble about integration of CG background elements, and Oblivion memes. Alt-text rants: Movie color grading and lighting, undercutting scares.
19. Stars
The movie shows how good it can be when no dialog is involved. Rambles: The movie Contact and how Prometheus could've learned from it. Alt-text rambles: How I estimate large numbers from a still image, a brief Baldur's Gate 3 appearance, the set design and staging of a room made for giants with squishy computers, the use of color to make a cohesive scene, facts about Uranus, visual intimation of threat, VFX wizardry, practical FX wizardry, Michael Fassbender's wordless acting.
20. Expectant
The movie shows how good it can be when character choice is removed from the horror. Rambles: the inspiration and place of chestbursting in Alien movies, the continuing religious symbolism in the movie, the clunky dialog, how to build or undermine tension, and the good blending of practical and CG effects, and how tiny creatures of the ocean manage to be more uncanny than horror critters. Alt-text rambles: reading details the prop department never meant for you to see. Alt-text Rants: the return of the head-exploder and the first sight of actual PPE, slowly mangling a plot point's name until it has been thoroughly folded, spindled, and mutilated.
21. Underdelivered
The movie shows how terrible it can be when horror doesn't build tension. Rambles: Contortionists in horror, hillbilly horror/hixploitation movies. Alt-text rambles: Resident Evil 7, Dead Space and "strategic dismemberment"
22. Hubris
The movie tries to do some themes again Rambles: my ineffable desire to genetically sequence ditch weeds, Left Behind Alt-text rambles: Brad Dourif's commitment to the bit in The Two Towers, nigh-invisible wheelchair product placement, the Fallout series in general and the upcoming show in particular, praise for an epic-length critique of Left Behind, Robert Zemeckis' bizarre quest to mocap everything Rants: This movie does a terrible job representing both religiosity and atheism
23. Informed
Exposition is delivered, and plot points try to knit together. Rambles: The Silent Hill movie, Pacific Rim Alt-text rambles: Pyramid Head's secret unclothed backside, demanding environmental enrichment for scientists, greebling, Tumblr's favorite shitty copper merchant Rants: What could've been done instead of an exposition dump and daddy issues Alt-text rants: these people and their interior design are tempting fate and testing my patience
24. Inscribed
I go rogue and ramble about constructed languages and cuneiform for an entire post. Guest appearances from Klingon pop music and a delightfully eccentric Assyriologist. Rambles: All of it. Alt-text rambles: the self-awareness of conlangers, fingernail length, Schleischer's Fable as a warm-up for the next section, my primary conlang derangement, speculation about whether cuneiform was legible for the blind, my beef with the cowards at Lucasfilm for refusing to use Star Wars' coolest letters, my love for Warframe's Grineer, going into far too much detail about redesigning Prometheus' Engineer script, and finally, the many crocodiles of ancient egyptian hieroglyphs. Rants: None/all of it
25. Judgement
We discuss some of what the movie doesn't. Rambles: Fiction and morality, Blade Runner, biblical allusions the story could've made and doesn't Alt-text rambles: Lance Henriksen's insane career, the paintings of John Martin and a surprise George Washington, Rutger Hauer's effect on Blade Runner, my tentative plans for the next essay series. Rants: Germs, old man makeup. Alt-text Rants: The characters are reading ahead in the script again, the half-assed Engineer writing system continues to hurt me
26. Awoken
I go bananas over PIE. Rambles: fix-it fic for this damned movie, PIE, how to avoid PIE, how to analyze PIE, and my personal alternative to PIE. Alt-text rambles: calculating how long the Engineer's overslept, their potential spiritual kinship to Moominpapa, behind the scenes photos of the suit actors, Prometheus rants in the days of LiveJournal, the game Hades, how hard it personally is to get PIE right, the linguistics nerdery of the Hittite empire, and watermarks. Rants: how the movie fails its premise and hurts my soul with linguistics
27. Shortcomings
The characters, and movie, fail to get their message across to someone bent on their destruction. Rambles: David's confused religious symbolism, Star Trek Alt-text rambles: My desire for fanfic, behind the scenes photos, what other critters the Engineer's suit actor has played, the naming of Australopithecines, crash-proofing a movie set, alien gender, Gandahar and how French animated SF in the 80s was awesome, Scorn and its expert consultation from a cenobite, and Doctor Strangelove. Rants: the assumptions of the human characters, I go from trying to be measured to actively spiting the writer for his take on thoughtful SF Alt-text Rants: Del Toro is the only one who gets me, the movie has forgotten its main character just had a major surgery, one last rant about how terribly unsafe the Prometheus was as a ship, before it becomes definitively not a ship.
28. Momentum
It's the bit where she doesn't turn. Rambles: How to fix the dumbest thing we've seen in a hot minute, Edge of Tomorrow and feeling Tom Cruise's fear, how the dead thing is never really dead in horror. Alt-text rambles: How hard it is to find the most catchy song in We Love Katamari, more behind the scenes pictures of my blorbos, Friday the 13th Part IV, bad braille, and trilobites. Rants: I mean how can you not when the movie forgets how space works? Like, the idea of 3D space as a concept? Also, a particular rock earns my ire, and my ranting about interior designs on ships finally pays off.
29. Dissonance
The ending of the movie, and its tonal incoherency. Rambles: Protagonist-centric morality and lack thereof Alt-text rambles: Star Trek TNG, green blood, caecilian teeth. Rants: shallow christian themes, sequels that could have been, Shaw's confusingly deployed robo-racism Alt-text rants: sequel disappointments, inadvisable post-caesarian activities, how the hell do you fit that much 'burster into one chest, biological plausibility in alien extend-o-mouths
30. Justification
A breakdown of a post-release interview with Ridley Scott, explaining some missing details. Rambles: Gnosticism again, Mesoamerican and European human sacrifice and the exoticization of shared cultural practices, and a hearty book recommendation. Alt-text rambles: Icelandic volcanoes, The Collector (2009), Stephen Speilberg's War of the Worlds and how scaring the shit out of someone isn't necessarily the job of a horror film, the Tollund Man, unique cultural practices, Hello Future Me, and my opinions on what we've seen of Alien: Romulus. Rants: Ancient peoples weren't stupid, an unexamined christian-centric worldview, an unexamined christian-centric worldview, I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGh
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Second post and of course it's more incorrect quotes. Creature of habit and all that.
I have these saved in an entirely unorganized text editor file, so I feel like me posting something twice is inevitable. Again, mainly Y/N stuff, platonic and romantic. Also has some Soapghost and Alerudy!
I am also making this post at 4 am because I am pulling an all-nighter. Lady Gaga is blasting in the background. No guarantees for anything.
- Lila
・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ♛ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。 ⊂   ノ    ・゜+. しーーJ   °。+ *´¨)
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Alejandro: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning. Y/N: This is a lie. Y/N: I'm literally dating him. This is a lie. Y/N: HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.
Rodolfo: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Y/N: Hi, I’m ‘things’. (alternatively, if we're thinking poly!relationship: Rodolfo: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Y/N: Hi, I’m ‘thing 1’. Alejandro: Hey, I'm 'thing 2'.)
Y/N: Ghost, you're an asshole, man. Ghost: You are what you eat Y/N.
Y/N: You look good in that hoodie. Alejandro: You know where else I'd look good? Y/N, zero hesitation: My bed. Alejandro, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?
Soap: Wanna get out of here and grab a bite to eat. Ghost: I don’t usually eat with losers. Soap: Neither do I but I asked you, didn’t I?
Ghost: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Y/N. Y/N: I hate myself. Ghost: Alright, square up.
Y/N: Who hurt you? Ghost, snorting: What, do you want a list? Y/N: …Yes, actually.
Ghost, gently nudging Y/N aside with his foot: Y/N, move out of the way so I don’t trip on you. Y/N, their eyes enormous: You kick Y/N? You kick their body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for Ghost! Jail for Ghost for one thousand years! (Miette >>>>)
Y/N: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. Y/N: And I started thinking. Y/N: Like, it was just trying to get food. Y/N: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? Price: Are you ok?
Soap: What do you call a dictionary on drugs? Y/N: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you. Soap: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better. Y/N:…
Soap: Everything’s fine, Y/N. Y/N: Soap, I know your relationship with the English language is strictly casual, but you- I- deep inhale ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.
Ghost: Did you have to stab them? Y/N: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me. Ghost: What did they say? Y/N: "What are you going to do, stab me?" Ghost: That’s fair.
Y/N: I fell— Soap: From heaven? Y/N: No, I literally fell— Soap: In love with me the moment you saw me? Y/N: MY ARM IS BROKEN! Soap: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.
Y/N, handing a balloon to Ghost: I have no soul. Have a good day! Ghost, walking off: I don't have one either. (I CAN JUST HEAR HIM SAYING THIS)
Soap: We all have our demons. Soap, grabbing Y/N: This one’s mine.
・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛  ∧_∧ (。・ω・。)つ━☆・*。 ⊂   ノ    ・゜+. しーJ   °。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”
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Running (Part 2)
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Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader (non descriptive)
Word count: 7.2k
Link to PART 1 Link to PART 3
TW: Anxiety, swearing, past abuse, stalking, mentions of sex but no actual sex.
Summary: You ran across the country to the place you knew you’d be the safest- with Maverick on a Navy base somewhere in California. Your plan was to lay low until the coast was clear - but then you met Bradley Bradshaw.
Will you be able to escape the man who was determined to find you? Will you be able to keep Bradley safe? To fall in love again?
Authors note: I’m so damn happy people have enjoyed this series so far. Its been a joy to write. Thank you!
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It wasn’t until 10am that your eyes tiredly opened. You slept like a fucking rock- which surprised you considering how much was on your mind last night. You stared up at the white ceiling, hoping that the weight in your chest would dissipate.  
The conversation you had with Bradley was gnawing at you. You couldn’t help but think that maybe Bradley didn’t want to know everything you’d shared. What if you had completely freaked him out?
Maybe it would’ve been better if you were running from a toxic job or a crazy family- But of course you had to be hiding from an Ex that was threatening to hunt you down and kill you.
How fucking dramatic.
You groaned and crossed your hands over your chest. You were going to dinner with Bradley Bradshaw tonight. Was it a date? He hadn’t exactly said it was a date- but it was obvious he wasn’t just trying to be friends.
Your stomach twisted and turned at the thought of falling for him. You wouldn’t let yourself fall for him- not yet. You had to keep Bradley safe from whatever the hell your life was. Matters had to resolve with Tim before you could let yourself truly start with Bradley. It was only fair to him.
All of that aside you realized that you needed to be honest with yourself. You thought Bradley was fucking hot. And you thought it was admirable that he didn’t run from you even though your circumstances were uncalled for. It made your heart flutter thinking about his promise.
“I will never let that son of a bitch hurt you again.”
He was going to drive you nuts with the number of times those words were popping into your thoughts. You rubbed your eyes, thinking about the lecture Mav was going to give you for sleeping in so late.
You knew you had to tell Maverick what was going on with Bradley. You told him everything since you moved in, and you didn’t want to start hiding things from him now.
You let out a big yawn and stretched your body from your arms to your toes. It was, unfortunately, time to wake up. You slipped on your sweatpants that were lying on the ground but kept on the t-shirt you had slept in and made your way down the narrow staircase.
Maverick was sitting at the small kitchen table reading a thick book. He had a cup of coffee next to him and he looked completely dressed for the day. Just as you had expected.
“I’ll make breakfast.” You said with a small smile on your face. You wandered into the tiny kitchen. You could barely fit two people in the small space. You opened the fridge and searched for something to cook for the both of you.
“I’ve been awake since 5 AM. It’s practically time for lunch”
You peeked your head from behind the fridge doors and stuck your tongue out at him.
“Don’t act like you’re better than me for waking up at the butt crack of dawn.”
You grabbed eggs, bread and bacon and brought them to the minimal counter space available.
“Waking up early is good for you.” He defended himself. You just shook your head at him.
“Well, I’ll make you some toast anyways. No one can refuse buttery toast.” You said in an exacerbated voice.
Maverick gave up his “no breakfast” fight and went back to reading the book that was held tightly between his hands. You smiled softly at him from a distance. You owed him so much. He didn’t have to take you in, but he did. He also didn’t have to help pay for your private investigator – but he had insisted.
“I noticed your car wasn’t here this morning.” He said, without even looking up from his damn book.
Well shit.
“Yeah…I was going to fill you in on that.”
You slid a plate full of toast to him while you sat down across the table with your own plate full of food. You chowed down on a piece of bacon before speaking.
“I had a panic attack at work last night.” You weren’t ashamed of telling him, Mav had seen you have one before and he understood what it was like. He also knew that you’d been working on managing them with therapy ever since you moved.
He looked at you with worried eyes but nodded in response.
“Besides the amount of embarrassment I created, I’m fine.” You took a bite of your toast and avoided eye contact with Mav. “Bradley drove me home.”
Maverick’s eyes perked up with that. You could tell he was trying not to have a reaction, but he was failing miserably. He looked happy but mostly surprised. You took a big breath in.
“And… He’s taking me out for dinner tonight.”
“What?” He coughed back a choke while trying to swallow his toast. “I mean… um that’s nice of him.” You could tell Mav was internally freaking out on what to say. As much as he was a father to you, anything to do with you and going out with men made him flustered.
You laughed at his response and took another bite of toast.
“It’s not a date.” You said very unconfidently. “Well, it might be, I’m not sure- But he knows that I’m not ready for anything serious. He just enjoys my company I guess.” It was the best way you could describe why you were going to dinner with him tonight.
“I’m glad you two are getting along.” Mav said very awkwardly. You laughed at him again.
“Wow, that is the most awkward- dad response I could have thought of.” He chuckled and sat back in his chair.
“Does he know about Tim?” You knew that question was coming, but it still stung. You wished that Tim didn’t have to be in the same sentence as Bradley ever. You wished that Tim didn’t exist at all and that Bradley could take you out to dinner with no looming reason not to.
“He knows. Not everything, but he knows”. You bit on your lip. “I thought he would be freaked out when I told him, but he seemed like he was just pissed.”
Maverick chuckled.
“Sounds like Bradshaw. He’s a hothead when it comes to protecting people he cares about.” You decided to ignore the part about Bradley caring about you. I mean he hardly fucking knew you.
“I don’t even know if it’s anything.” You said assuredly. “I just didn’t want to hide it from you.”
Mav smiled in appreciation. You two had inevitably grown closer in the last few months. You were thankful for him, if it wasn’t for him, you weren’t sure if you’d even be alive.
“Thanks for telling me.” Mav stood up to put his plate in the sink. “And by the way, if he asked you out to dinner it’s definitely a date.”
This time you were the one choking on the toast. You coughed loudly and you could hear Mav snickering.
“Fuck.” You said as nervousness grew in your stomach.
“What am I even supposed to wear?” You whined, crossing your arms over your chest. Maverick put his hands up in surrender.
“I am definitely not the person to ask for that one.”
He sat back down at the table and opened his book, seemingly done with the conversation.
You finished your breakfast in a few minutes.  The feeling of uneasiness and uncertainty still rippled within you. You hated to annoy Maverick, but you had no one else to confide in.
“Do you think this is a good idea Mav?” You shook your head and sat back. “What if somehow Tim finds out I went out with him? Even if we are just friends, he would kill him.” Your heart grew heavy instantly. You pictured Bradley’s sweet brown eyes and soft smile. If anything happened to him because of you…. You would never be able to forgive yourself.
“John will give us a heads up if he starts to head out this way.” Maverick said it like he was reassuring both you and him.
“I just want to make sure that he’s safe.” Maverick gave you a small smile.
“He can take care of himself. And I know he’ll keep you safe too.” Maverick set the book down. “Tim’s not going to get to you again. There’s no way I’ll let that happen.”
You gave a small nod. You decided you were tired of talking about Tim. He really didn’t fucking deserve the attention.
“Bradley’s picking me up at 5.” You stood up and took your plate to the sink. “He wants to go to that BBQ place on the base.”
Mav nodded and put his hands behind his head.
“So dress casual then.” He said shrugging.
“Well, no shit.” You rubbed your eyes again. “That still doesn’t help with exactly what I should wear.”
Mav narrowed his eyes at you and looked over your current outfit. Which was a large ratty t-shirt and stained sweatpants.
“Definitely don’t wear whatever you’re wearing right now.” He was trying to hold in a stupid giggle while you rolled your eyes and flipped him off.  
“I’m going to go shower. Please don’t be here when he shows up. Or at least don’t make it weird.” You begged.
“I’m taking Penny out tonight.” He said in response. His eyes lit up when he said her name. You couldn’t help but grin at him.
“Hmmm sailing I bet.”
Maverick glared at you before you ran up the stairs.
“Have fun!” You yelled with a smile on your face. You were happy for him finding love again.
You wondered if you would be next to find it.
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“Flowers?”
You squeaked out, while coming face to face with a beautiful bouquet of daisies. You looked past the flowers to see Bradley grinning ear to ear.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so pleased with himself. He was wearing a white short sleeve button down and blue jeans that hugged his legs perfectly. Maverick had been right about dressing casually. You had decided on jeans and a baby blue tank top that complemented your figure.
“What? You thought I was going to show up to our first date empty handed?” Your eyes grew wide at the mention of date. You knew your cheeks had to be burning red through your makeup.
You didn’t know what else to do besides grab the flowers awkwardly. You prayed to god that you didn’t look as nervous as you felt.
“Thank you- I’ll just set them in a vase real quick and then we can go.” You turned around and you felt Bradley follow behind you. There was no way Maverick had a vase lying around so you just ended up grabbing the largest cup you could find.
“You cleaned up the place a little bit didn’t you?” Bradley was looking around with a small smile on his face. “The last time I was here it looked like shit.”
You were really trying to focus on what he was saying but your mind hadn’t stopped racing. He was so unashamedly showing you affection. You were not prepared for this.
“Yeah, I made sure that his place was at least habitable.” You joked softly. “And I’ve made sure that Mav hasn’t been eating protein bars for every meal.”
You gave Bradley a knowing look and set the flowers in a large glass on the counter. They made your heart flutter with something you couldn’t quite describe.
You walked around the small kitchen counter. Bradley was staring and he was not trying to hide it.
“You look beautiful.” His voice sounded slightly gruffer than before. You bit your lip and your heart beat up even faster than it had before.
“Jesus Bradshaw, you’re going to make me pass out from nervousness if you keep on flirting with me like this.” You gave him a small smile and backed up against the counter to ground yourself.
He looked impressed with himself, and he held out his hand for you to grab.
“No need to be nervous sweetheart.” You gave him wide eyes once again. You hesitated to reach out to and connect your hand to his. He was sure getting comfortable with calling you sweetheart.
All the hesitancy you felt was flooding into your brain at once. You really weren’t expecting him to be so blatant with his interest in you. His grin faltered when you didn’t immediately hold his hand.
“Are you sure about this?” You ask. “I know it’s just a date but after everything I told you last night-” He cut you off before you could finish.
“I’m sure.” His honey-colored eyes looked at yours again. “I promise.”
Fuck. It was hard to say no to that.
You nodded and grabbed his hand despite all the alarms in your brain telling you that spending time with Bradley was a bad idea. He smiled and led you out the front door. The afternoon breeze was comforting as soon as it swept across your cheeks. You snuck a glance at Bradley who just looked so damn good.
You weren’t surprised when he jogged Infront of you to open the car door.
“How proper.” You teased him as you climbed in.
“I’m not always this proper sweetheart.” He gave you a wink and shut the door.  You tried not to imagine what in the hell he meant by that.
Fuck, he was literally the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. It was going to be impossible to focus.
Bradley slid into the driver’s side and gave you a smile before pulling out of the driveway.  You buckled your seat belt and relaxed.
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The restaurant was a popular spot-on base, Maverick had brought you a few times in the past. It was small but still bustling with people. You thanked your lucky stars he brought you somewhere casual and not an expensive restaurant.
The attraction between you and Bradley was becoming evident. Your legs were brushing against his while you chatted in a small booth.
“So how old are you?” You asked curiously. You had assumed he was near your age but honestly weren’t sure.
“33.” He responded. All you could think is that thirty-three looked fucking good on him.
“How old do you think I am?” You asked mischievously. Bradley’s eyes widened and then narrowed at you.
“I feel like this is a set up.” You giggled in response. Deciding to save him the embarrassment of guessing wrong, you told him your age.
“28. Birthdays in a few months.” You were hoping he would be happy with your age, and not run the other way to look for someone younger. Because you knew for a fact any woman would throw themselves at him if he asked. Twenty-eight was hardly old – but you weren’t getting any younger.
You shook your insecurities away and gazed up at Bradley. He was smiling at you.
“You know, I still don’t know what you did for work before you moved here.” You both skimmed over the fact that you didn’t move here – you escaped here.
“I’m a kindergarten teacher. I’ve been teaching for five years now.” Your heart both warmed and ached thinking about the students you left behind. You missed them so much.
“I’d love to get back to it, you know when things settle down.”
You hoped Bradley was impressed with your response. He was one of the best pilots in the nation and you were just a measly kindergarten teacher who will probably always make a below- average salary.
“That’s amazing.” Bradley said with a strong smile. You noticed a spark of adoration in his eyes. “I love kids. Not sure how I would do managing 20 at a time though.”
You tried not to melt into a puddle right then and there, because of course he loved kids.
“I think you’d do just fine.” You imagined him in a classroom full of kids.
Oh yeah, it was a bad idea to go down that road right now.
“You know, playing bartender has been fun though. I’m pretty sure I make double what I made as a kindergarten teacher. Plus I met you, a man with no concern for his own safety.” You were teasing him, but you knew he could take it.
Bradley rolled his eyes and sat back against the booth. He took a swig of his ice water and licked his lips.
“Can’t hurt steel baby”. You rolled your eyes at him. He had never called you baby before, but fuck, you could get used to that.  Being with him was so fucking effortless. You’d never experienced anything like it.
“Why’s it so easy with you?” You let out a breath and looked up into his eyes with wonder. He looked surprised for a split second.
“I don’t know.” He admitted to you softly. “But I don’t think we have to know why.”
You admired him for the way he spoke and calmed you. His optimism was something you craved, no- needed, right now. You changed the subject before your thoughts lingered further.
“So, what’s flying to you? You haven’t talked about it much.” You really were curious to know. If he was anything like Mav then being a pilot was an innate part of him.
“It’s everything.” He said, his eyes glazed over like he was in a different world. “My dad died in a flying accident.”
You nodded. You’d known that already just by being close to Mav.
“I joined because I wanted to be like my dad.” He had a small smile on his face. “I wanted to make him proud. To let his legacy, live on, you know?”
You nodded again.
“You’ve made him proud. I’m sure of it.” And you were. You knew Bradley’s father was a kind man. And any father would be proud to have a son like him.
“Do you want to be in the Navy forever?” You tentatively asked. Bradley’s sweet eyes looked deep in thought. You waited for his answer.
“I’ll finish out my 20 years with the Navy. I joined at 18 so I’ll be done soon.” He took a big breath and leaned his elbows over the table.
“I’ve thought about staying in for longer. I think my dad might have.” He said, his voice was still curious. “After this past Top Gun mission though- I um” He cleared his throat. “I really thought I was going to die and have no one to mourn me.”
Your heart ached at his words. I would mourn you now. Now that I know you. Is what you wanted to say. But you kept quiet.
“I don’t want to be like Maverick and not be able to settle down. Not have anyone to come home to.” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand aimlessly. “I’ve never even had a dog.” He said sadly. “I mean how depressing is that? I’ve always wanted one, but I’ve never been in the same place long enough to have one.”
Your eyes met his and you were feeling all the sadness in the world for him. Loneliness was radiating off him.
“Maybe it’s time to focus on what you want.” You said softly.
“Don’t stay stuff like that. I’ll end up at the animal shelter with five dogs in no time.” He smirked and you were grateful to see his mood lifted slightly. You’d rather get punched in the gut than see him upset.
“You like the beach?” He asked, his fingers twiddling together. You realized that Bradley didn’t like to sit still for long. He was always touching or fiddling with something. Your leg included. His foot brushed up your calf softly.
“I love it.” You replied. “But I’m a shit swimmer.”
“Well, I’m thinking a nice long romantic walk on the beach. No swimming involved.”
You blushed at his flirtatious comment. You wondered if you would ever stop getting flustered by him. The idea of getting used to him flattering you seemed impossible. Bradley stood up and stretched his arms high.
“Whoa, are you trying to dine and dash?” You were joking, but also confused on why he was standing to leave when the waiter hadn’t even brought the check over.
“I knew you’d put up a fight to pay. So I gave them my card ahead of time.” His cheeks were a little red and your heart fluttered. He knew you too well apparently, because you had planned to pay for at least half.
“Well, thank you. I’ll buy next time.”
He smirked in response, basically giving you the look of “Yeah that’s not going to happen”.
Your mind wandered to the last first date you went on. It had been with Tim three years ago now. You were so young and excited. You wished you could warn your younger self to run like hell the other way.
Everything with Bradley was so vastly different than what you experienced the last few years. The way he talked, walked, touched you…
You were fucking terrified. But the electricity that ran through your veins when you were with him was too tempting to say no to. Running from Bradley didn’t seem like an option.
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“It looks a little windy out there, do you want my jacket just in case?” Bradley asked thoughtfully.
You were parked in a beach parking lot looking out at the waves. It was breathtaking. The sun was about to set, streaks of pink and purple were painted in the sky. But the views of the water weren’t easing the anxiety you felt.
“Sure, I’ll take it just in case.” You cringed at how shaky your voice was. You weren’t nervous about him giving you his jacket – more like you couldn’t stop imagining terror filled scenarios on the beach. Bradley seemed to notice, and you watched his smile turn into a frown.
“If you want to go home, I understand.” He said with a strained voice. You could practically feel the insecurity radiating from him. It was the first time all night he was anything but confident. He was probably figuring you didn’t want to spend more time with him, which was the furthest thing from the truth.
“No please don’t.” You hesitated and ran your hand through your hair. “I honestly just haven’t been this far from the base since I moved. It feels weird.” You were lying about that part. It didn’t feel weird, it felt scary as fuck. You had been unsafe for so long and then you moved to the base, where you felt incredibly safe. Leaving it felt venerable.
“I’ve got you sweetheart.” He reached over for your hand. You gladly let him hold it. The same safety you felt every time you held his hand washed over you.
“I know its silly. I just feel safe there.” His warm eyes locked to yours.
“It’s not silly. It makes sense.” He rubbed your hand gently. “We can go back to one of the beaches on the base.” He offered. It blew you away that he wasn’t angry with you. That he wasn’t freaking out over having to drive you here – only for you to hesitate to get out of the damn car. You fucking hated Tim more every minute.
“No. I know I’ll be okay with you.” You said. You meant it too. You knew that if you were in danger Bradley wouldn’t hesitate to take whatever that danger was away. It was the kind of man he was.
Confidence began to grow in you. You gave his hand a squeeze.
“Race you to the water.” You smirked. His eyes went wide and before he could even say a word you were out the door. Giggles erupted from you as you ran as hard as you could towards the water.
Your sandals were slowing you down God damnit! You slipped them off mid run and looked over your shoulder.
Bradley was just feet away from you, with a big smile on his face. He had thrown his shoes off too. He was obviously just as competitive as you were.
“You’re slow as shit!” You yell loudly, speeding up and screeching when you felt the cold water on your feet.
Bradley reached the water seconds after you. He was panting and laughing at the same time.
“You cheated.” He exclaimed, shaking his head. You smirked at him.
“No excuses.” You retorted back between fits of laughter.  You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so childlike and free. It had been so damn long.
You both caught your breath for a moment before deciding to walk along the shore. Bradley rolled up his jeans and walked in the water while you walked beside him.
You reached for his hand, and he gladly opened it for you to hold. Your shoulders brushed into each other’s as you walked.
“It’s beautiful here.” You said, looking out at the waves and setting sun in the distance. The beach was not crowded. Only a few people here and there watching the sunset.
“It’s one of my favorites.” He said, a smile on his face.
“We’re going to have to practice your swimming skills if we keep coming here.” He said playfully. You groaned and trudged your feet.
“The ocean is pretty to look at. But swim in? Fucking terrifying.”
Bradley pondered what you said and twisted his lips.
“You know what. The ocean is kind of terrifying. BUT- it’s still fun.” He grinned. You scoffed at him.
“Sounds like what someone who flies a million feet in the air going a bajillion miles an hour for fun would say.” He laughed and stared up at the sky.
“Would you ever go up in a jet with me?” You looked up at him and melted. You didn’t think you could say no to those eyes ever.
“I would.” You said back. “But I’d probably vomit all over you.”
“How romantic.” He joked. His eyebrows wriggled like they always did when he flirted with you.
The pounding of footsteps behind you caused you to stiffen and grip his arm. Alarm bells went off in your brain which made you practically glue yourself to Bradley’s body. Bradley immediately moved you Infront of him, blocking you from the steps.
You felt air woosh past the side of you when you looked to realize the footsteps you heard were from an innocent jogger passing by.
You let out an embarrassed sigh and tried to let the anxiety within you die down.
You had thought maybe he’d found you.
“Sorry” you said, referencing the death grip you had on his arm. You let go and cringed at the amount of circulation you cut off from his arm. He moved away from you slightly, but he still towered over you protectively.
“You’re alright. Don’t worry about it.” He gave you a small smile, but you could tell by is eyes he was worried about you. You had both stopped walking- now just staring out at the water and the darkening sky. You leaned into Bradley’s shoulder, this time with no death grip.
“You wanna sit down?” You asked, gesturing to the dry sand a few feet away.
“Yes please.”
Bradley was first to sit in the sand while you clumsily plopped down next to him. You saw Bradley spread his feet apart and gesture towards the space between his legs.
You raised an eyebrow.
“You want me to sit there?” You asked nervously. You looked down at his lap and you really weren’t sure if you’d be able to control yourself sitting there.
“Yes, it’s the perfect sunset watching position.” He teased. His cocky side was showing, and you loved it. It reminded you to let loose every one and a while.
“Fine. But I’m not sitting in your lap, I’m sitting in the sand.” You said back to him before crawling over his leg- which felt more exposing than you realized it would.
I mean you were on all fours and you were bending over his damn lap.
You situated yourself between his legs. Your back pressed against his chest and your legs laid out in-between his long ones. His arms were sitting at his sides, and you could tell he was just itching to wrap them around you. You grabbed them yourself with a boost of confidence.
You took them in your hands and led them around your waste. He pulled you in closer, his chin softly resting on top of your head. Your body stiffened slightly at the closeness, and the overwhelming and unexpected feeling of his large arms heavy around you. He instantly loosened his hold around you.
“Is this okay?” He asked softly. You took a deep breath and nodded. You relaxed against him and you slowly felt his arms become less tense around you. You both fit together like you were always made to be this close.
“Its amazing.” You whispered back. You could feel the vibrations Bradley’s body omitted when he spoke. The vibrations would swoon you into a deep sleep if you weren’t careful.
You were both quiet for a while, enjoying the comfortable silence. You embraced the feeling of being completely surrounded by Bradley. His smell, his touch, his voice – his time. It was like a gift from god to even be a part of who he was. Even just for a moment.
Bradley cleared his throat and lifted his chin from the top of your head. You felt his body sit up a little straighter, causing your smaller one to follow. His thumb started to rub circles into your arm softly. Something you were realizing he did to calm you.
“I didn’t want to bring him up.” Bradley said quietly. “But I have to help you somehow. I can’t- I can’t just sit back and let you be scared.” Your heart both ached with pain and soared with admiration at his words.
On one hand you fucking hated that the pain you were facing seeped into the heaven that was being with Bradley. But on the other hand, you felt a warm feeling inside of you knowing he wanted to protect you.
“Being with you helps.” You gave him a soft smile. “I’ve been so isolated since coming here. You are one of the only people who ha cared to know me.” You felt Bradley nod, but his body still didn’t relax.
“It doesn’t end this for you though.” You could tell he was frustrated by the sound of the cracking in his voice. He tucked you closer into his body. You nuzzled your head against his neck, seeking comfort in him. You weren’t sure how to ease his worries. You could barely survive with your own.
“Maverick and I hired a private investigator when I moved here. He’s been keeping tabs on Tim.” You said twiddling your fingers nervously. Nothing felt less sexy than talking about an ex- boyfriend. But you knew this wasn’t a normal first date. That nothing about this situation was normal.
“Apparently, he’s in Colorado. After I escaped, he left his job and started looking for me.” You swallowed harshly. “I also think the cops he worked with were actually starting to become suspicious of him.”
A little too fucking late for that concern now.
“Why don’t I go find him? I can find him and bring him to the cops. Since his police buddies aren’t doing their fucking job.” His voice was angry, and you could feel his chest tensing behind you.
You were angry too; you were angry the first time you went to the police station to try to report him. They had acted like they believed you- wrote down everything Tim had ever done to you. But the next day somehow Tim found out and almost killed you. He had made you retract the whole report and act like you did it because “you were overreacting and crazy”.
“No.” you said firmly. “He’s dangerous. I’m not letting you get hurt because of me.” You gripped his hands on your waist tightly.
“Plus, it’s not that easy. He would have been arrested a long time ago if it was. We need evidence.” You were gritting your teeth trying to fight the images popping in your head.
Don’t go there.
“What’s the plan then?” Bradley asked.
“John is working on putting evidence together to have him arrested. I had hundreds of files on my phone and home security cameras that could have been proof.” Your blood boiled beneath your skin. “But Tim found them all and made me delete them.” You spared Bradley the details about what Tim did to you afterwards.
He took a deep breath and nuzzled his chin into your head softly. You swore you could feel his lips brushing against your hair.
“We’ll get him sweetheart.” His voice was strained, and you noticed his grip on your waist was still tense.
You were astonished that he wanted you despite the mess surrounding you- Despite the healing that still needed to be done- Despite all the baggage you carried.
“I know.” You said. Even though you really didn’t know. You knew there was a chance he would never be arrested for his crimes. It was the case for many, many women in your position.
“When this is all over…” you hesitated and wondered if you should entertain the fantasy idea that you had.
“We should go somewhere. Anywhere.” You smiled out at the sunset Infront of you.
Bradley hummed with happiness behind you.
“Ever been to Montana?” He asked. You shook your head against his chest. You’d seen pictures before though. You thought of green hills, wildlife and mountains. It made you relax just imagining the place.
“No. I’ve heard its beautiful though.”
“My parents bought a cabin there before I was born. It needs a lot of work– but it’s nestled in the mountains next to a lake. I’ll take you there.”
You looked up at him and he leaned down to look at you. Your lips were so close to touching you could almost taste him. You could tell Bradley was weighing his options on whether he should kiss you or not. You blushed and looked away from him and back at the ocean.
You wanted him so badly, but you were so afraid of what that meant.
“That’s the first place I want to go.” You said softly.
“Then we’ll go.” He gave you a squeeze and his arms loosened. He took a deep breath behind you.
“I’m leaving for scheduled training tomorrow.”
His words jolted you. The immediate ache you felt knowing he would be gone was equally as jolting.
“It’s nothing high risk or anything. Just routine training on the water. I’ll probably be out of the sky most of the time.”
You knew that he wasn’t telling the entire truth since any kind of training carried risk. He had to know that firsthand.
“How long will you be gone?” You glanced up at the ocean and saw that the sun was almost under the horizon line, causing the sky to darken around the both of you.
“10 days.” He said roughly. “It’s weird, I’ve never had anyone to tell when I’m going out for training or a mission.” His voice was heavy.
You lifted your body to turn around to face him. You sat criss- crossed in-between his legs. Luckily he was so large that you could fit between them. You were no longer looking at the ocean, but damn your view now was 10 times better.
“Well, now you have me to tell. I promise to annoy you every night with iMessage games when you’re done with work.” You grinned widely. You hoped you weren’t pushing the line. It was possible he would be going home from this date and never want to see you again.
You looked up at him and grinned.
Yeah, you didn’t have to worry about that.
Bradley was smiling ear to ear. The curls in his hair were softly blowing in the breeze. You never wanted to kiss someone so badly in your life.
“The night I come back I’ll be knocking on your doorstep.” He said with a sheepish smile. You bit you lip and looked at the sand.
“Honestly, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
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The drive home was quiet, but Bradley played oldies the whole way home. He held your hand with his free one and you marveled at how just a simple touch of his hand brought you peace.
He parked the car in the driveway and before you could get out, he turned the ignition off and jogged to your door. It was dark now, but his white button down was clearly visible through the shadows.
“Well thank you.” You remarked, as he opened the door for you. He bowed playfully and shut the door when you stepped out. You both walked to the front door silently.
You were scared he might kiss you. Scared, excited and everything in-between. Maverick’s car wasn’t home. You mentally thanked god for that.
“Stop thinking so loud.” Bradley said teasingly. Your cheeks warmed.
“Sorry.” You squeaked. I
“I want to kiss you. But I won’t.” He said softly. His hands were hovering at his sides. You wanted to reach out and wrap them around you- but you were frozen.
He looked at you like you meant something to him. Like you were some kind of angel.
“I want to kiss you, but I’m scared.” Your voice cracked softly. Bradley’s eyes softened and you looked at the ground nervously.
“You don’t have to be scared of me.” He said, his voice almost inaudible. You twisted your lips together and tried to keep your emotions in check. How the hell could you explain how you were feeling?
“I’m not scared of you; I’m scared of everything else.” You said shakily. Tears were filling your eyes, but you refused to cry. You felt self-hatred brew in your chest.
“I’m so tired of being afraid.” You let out a bitter laugh, that sounded more like a cry.
“You won’t be afraid forever.” Bradley stepped close to you and dared to reach out and delicately tuck your hair behind your ear.
“I’m going to protect you.” His hand rested on the side of your shoulder now, gripping it softly. “And you’re strong, you are so fucking strong. I hope you know that.”
Suddenly your body was getting brought into his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around your back and held you tightly against him. You were completely surrounded by him, it made you shudder with warmth. His large hands rubbed your back in small circles.
“God I’m sorry. This is so embarrassing.” You said between sniffles. You fully gave into his embrace, though. You let yourself bask in the protective box he held you in.
“No need to apologize.” He said, without any kind of hesitation.
You weren’t sure how long you had been standing there in his arms- but long enough for both of you to have ended up leaning against the wall instead of standing upright. You took in a shaky breath.
“Thank you for taking me out tonight. I really did have a great time.” You said shyly. You pulled away from his chest, but neither of you let go of each other.
“Thank you for saying yes.” He said back, giving you a quick wink. The sly smile you were all too familiar with reappeared on his face. There was nothing more beautiful than that.
“You know, a kiss on the cheek doesn’t scare me as much.” You said softly.
Bradley’s eyes perked up and you grinned mischievously.
“Oh yeah?” He asked playfully. You took the risk to glance at his lips. God damn they looked perfect.
You nodded and batted your eyelashes expectantly.
“You sure?” he asked again, hesitating before leaning in at your nod.
His lips pressed softly onto your cheek. Your heart was pounding out of your chest.
You meant it when you said you were scared to kiss him- but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to do it.
Fuck it.
Before he could pull away you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and turned his lips to yours. Hoards of butterflies flew through your stomach when you finally felt his lips press against you.
You kissed him like you meant it. Not too rough, but not too soft either.
You kissed him like you were scared of what the kiss meant but fucking enthralled with how it felt.
He kissed you with gentleness, but with so much need at the same time.
You moved your hand to his chest and gripped his shirt. You didn’t want the high to end. You wanted him to keep kissing you the way he was, to go lower to your neck, to your chest -
But he pulled away- your eyes met, and you both were breathless.
“Sweetheart, I want to keep kissing you but…I don’t want to get carried away. ” His gentle eyes wandered over your face. His hand was still cupping your cheek softly. You were still so,so, so close to his lips.
You didn’t want to get carried away either. Well you definitely wanted to get fucked by Bradley Bradshaw, but that would not be happening tonight.
“Good point.” You said breathlessly. Bradley let out a laugh and you bit your lip nervously. You knew your cheeks must be flushed.
“I’ll miss you when I’m gone.” He said softly. You squeezed his arms in agreement.
“Be safe while you’re out there alright? You can’t leave me out to dry like this.” You half joked. Bradley chuckled let out a big sigh.
“I’ll come see you the moment I get back.” He said assuredly. You took a final look at him before stepping out of his arms completely. You felt an immediate loss of warmth, causing you to frown.
“You better.” You said, eyes squinted.
“I promise.”
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Bradley had been gone for 7 days.
You tried to act like his absence didn’t affect you that much. But somehow the days seemed like fucking weeks, and your shifts at the Hard Deck were a lot less entertaining than before.
Maverick kept teasing you that you looked like a lost puppy around the house. You flipped him off every time and reminded him of all the times he moped around when he couldn’t see Penny.
Just three more days.
You were minutes away from closing the bar for the night. It was Saturday night, so Penny was closing with you. Maverick had offered to drive you to work and pick you up just so he could see Penny. As much as it grossed you out to see all their PDA, you were so damn happy for Maverick. Penny was his version of settling down – his forever.
Your phone pinged and you smiled when you realized it was Bradley. You both had been texting each other non-stop since he left.
You hadn’t really texted about anything particular, just about his day and yours. But you fucking loved it, and every time you saw his name pop on your screen you stopped everything to open it.
Bradley 🐔 : For someone who keeps challenging me to connect four you are pretty shit at it.
You: I’m just warming up!
Bradley🐔: Warming up for 7 days straight?
You: Just have to find my groove.
Bradley🐔: Just admit you suck at connect four
You: absolutely not
You responded to him and slipped your phone in your pocket. Texting Bradley about iMessage games should not be the priority while you were on the clock.
“You all done?” asked Penny. She had boxes in her hands so high she couldn’t even see Infront of her. You laughed and ran to her rescue to take a few boxes.
“Yup!” You replied, piling boxes in your hands.
You both carried them to the back room and let out a big sigh unanimously.
“Tonight was busy.” Penny said, her voice exhausted. But somehow after a 12 hour day at the bar she still looked stunning.
“Probably one of the busiest nights I’ve worked.” And you had cash in your pocket to prove it. You both heard a knock on the bar counter.
“Hey ladies!”
It was Maverick ready to take you both home. Penny’s mood instantly brightened, and you gave her a smirk.
“Going out tonight?” You asked. She glared at you playfully and skipped out of the room. You followed behind her, dreaming about the fresh sheets on your bed. You were going to sleep so damn good tonight.
But then you saw Mav. Something was wrong.
You stopped a few feet away from him and shook your head.
“What’s wrong?” you asked shakily. Your heart dropped to your stomach when he looked at you with remorse- with a look that said I’m sorry.
“Mav, tell me what’s going on. Please.” You stepped closer, and Mav reached out to grab your arm.
“John called.”
You froze. All the blood from your face drained immediately. Your body went ice cold and you felt vomit rising in your throat.
“Tim’s in California.”
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omg, I just watched a funny video of a boyfriend and girlfriend playing a prank on their group of friends. The boyfriend asks the group of friends to help him propose to the girlfriend, when it was finally time to propose after organizing everything she declines (both are in on it, but the friends are not), and the prank continues with the gf leaving while the bf stays crying to their friends. Since April fools is coming up can I request something like that with any skz member proposing to their gf in front of the other members?? 😭 you can make it as fluffy funny or as “angsty” as you want, if you can!! 🤗 thank youuu
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MASTERLIST
Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Female!Reader
Genre: Angst, fluff, idol!AU.
Word Count: 3,111
Warnings: Swearing. (not proofread yet!)
A/N: I'm a tad bit late, but I have essays due this week (school is literally killing me, smh..) so I'm not sorry, I just didn't have the time, haha. I hope you like it, I tried to follow what you requested, but it was kind of tricky for me.
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"NO FUCKING WAY!"
"Gosh, Han!" Hyunjin exclaimed, blocking his ears with his hands from the sudden noise that is Jisung's scream.
"I fucking knew it! I could tell you were going to do it soon!" Jisung ignored his friend, still being noisy. "Am I the best man?" he smirked at Seungmin.
The latter pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. He knew the boys would be reacting very strongly when he was going to announce he wanted to propose to you, but he still didn't expect them to be so stoked.
"I'm asking you to help me propose! Not to help me plan a wedding that I don't even know is going to happen," he shook his head in discouragement.
Chan frowned as he stood up. "I have one question." Seungmin turned to him, encouraging him to continue. "Are you sure about this? This is a huge commitment, you know?"
"I've been with her for years, it's not like I didn't think about it."
"What did you have in mind for the setting?" Jeongin asked. "Oh, can I plan that out?"
To this, Felix raised his hand. "I want to do that."
Shutting his eyes, Seungmin let himself drop back on the couch as the boys kept on bickering. Changbin insisted on a nice outside proposal, while Hyunjin and Felix were strongly defending the idea of an engagement at a restaurant. Seeing the man on the verge of killing himself internally from the mess he had created, Minho walked to Seungmin before sitting next to him. As expected, he hadn't said a word since the subject was brought up. Until now.
"Congratulations."
Seungmin shrugged. "I haven't asked her yet."
"She'll say yes. The girl would literally jump off a bridge if you tell her to do so," he chuckled. "If you want my opinion, go with something simple. No need to go over the top."
"Thanks, Minho."
"I have an idea!" Chan exclaimed, eyes wide open. "Remember when we all went to the aquarium and the two of you ran away from us because we were too loud?"
"Yeah..?" Seungmin said, briefly getting a picture of the memory.
"Propose to her there! It's a nice place, not too many people if you choose the day and time properly, and it brings you back to a nice moment you had together!"
Seungmin hummed. "Actually, this is an excellent idea."
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"Good morning!" you beamed at your boyfriend upon seeing him half asleep.
He groaned, still tired, as he sat down at the table in your apartment. Rubbing his eyes, he sniffed in the air before frowning.
"Babe, since when do you actually make pancakes with eggs and bacon?"
You shurgged. "Am I not allowed to treat my boyfriend well? Especially if he's about to propose in the following week?" you said nonchalantly, but that's all it took for Seungmin to jump up on his feet and stare at you with eyes wide open.
"What did you just say?"
"That I want to treat my boyfr-"
"The other part."
You snickered at him, devilishly. "You want to propose to me in the following week."
In an instant, his face turned completely white. "Who told you that?" he huffed, trying to act as if this was nonsense.
"Jeongin. Then I asked Jisung to confirm. And just to be sure, I asked Changbin after." you smiled. "Either they are all lying, or you really wanted to take me to the aquarium to propose."
Seungmin had no words. He was barely processing what you had just said. Weeks of planning, buying the ring, asking the guys to organize a nice set up, making calls here and there to go to a nice restaurant beforehand... All of his hard work thrown in the trash because his friends couldn't keep their mouth shut.
"Do I kill them or do I kill them?" he ended up mumbling, smoke coming out of his nostrils.
You walked around the counter, not forgetting to turn off the stove, before coming right in front of Seungmin. "Babe, it's alright. We had already talked about it before and we both know that's what we want." you pecked his lips, but he pouted. "Seungmin..." you sighed.
"I was sure you were going to say yes, don't get me wrong, but the surprise is still ruined."
He held you closer in his arms, and you pat his back in a soothing way. Seungmin would usually be laughing at these kinds of situations, so you knew he was definitely crushed by how he couldn't do his proposal properly.
"If it makes you feel any better, we can still go to the aquarium? I've already indirectly told you yes, so might as well celebrate it?"
That seemed to do the trick as he nodded happily before bringing you into a sweet kiss. "I have a great idea." he smirked after the kiss.
Your smile fell. Seungmin never had good ideas when he'd say he has one.
"What are you thinking of?"
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What you didn't expect was to see the whole gang assembled in front of the building. You got a déjà vu from the time you left the boys behind with Seungmin because they were being chaotic as per usual. Seungmin was holding tight onto your hand, giving you some reassurance. You hated participating in his bad decisions, but you had to admit that the guys kind of deserved it.
"Guys, what are you doing here?" Seungmin sighed as you joined the group.
"We came for some support!" Felix exclaimed.
Changbin hit him with his elbow, giving him a death stare. "Emotional support from fishes." he justified.
Good saving Changbin.
"Sure..." Seungmin sighed. "Shall we go, Y/N?"
He led you inside. As he had planned, there was barely any people inside. He bought the tickets as you started to explore the place. The first thing you spotted were jellyfishes. You let go of Seungmin and ran to the tank. You felt like a child really, but the fluorescence of the animals were only too beautiful to not react this way. Seungmin came behind you and placed his hand on your hip before putting his chin on your shoulder.
"It's pretty." he commented. "Just like you."
You laughed at his word. "Well, well... Aren't you being sweet today, Minnie?"
"I'm always sweet." he pecked your cheek.
Laughs interrupted your moment. With a sighed, you looked to where the noise was coming from only to see the seven boys look your way.
"I swear to God, I'll kill them." Seungmin huffed in a whisper. "But it's good they're watching. They kind of have to if we want this to work."
"You're so evil." you rolled your eyes.
"I know, that's why you love me."
You moved along along and got to the tank were you could touch the sea cucumbers and the starfishes. You dragged Seungmin behind and encouraged him to touch the animals with you. He wasn't in for it much, but he eventually thought it was rather funny. Anything for you, if it meant you were happy. Soon, you went through a tunnel were small sharks species were swimming around. Seeing your uneasiness, Seungmin pulled you closer to him to make you feel that you had some sort of protection.
"I feel like I'm underwater." you mumbled. "It's so weird."
Moving forward, you then arrived the place you were looking forward to the least: the tropical fishes tank. This was the spot the guys and Seungmin chose for the proposal. Oddly enough, he did prepare everything. There was a letter on the glass of the tank attached by some tape. Curious, you approached it slowly.
"Why is there my name on this?" you laughed nervously to Seungmin, who only gave you a small smile in return.
You took the piece of paper and unfolded it to see, in a beautiful handwriting, a love letter. You turned to your boyfriend, confused since he hadn't told you about this detail beforehand.
"Go ahead, read it."
Still on your guards, your eyes went back to the writing. The moment you started to read, you actually wanted to cry.
My dear Y/N,
I know we haven't had the best moments together. It was mostly rough, filled with uncertainty as we explored our relationship. We've been together for a lot while, no? It still feels like yesterday when we went on our first date. I still can feel the blush you were putting on my cheeks that day.
Thank you for agreeing with my weird ideas. Thank you for keeping up with, not only me, but the boys too. Thank you for staying around although I know being away on tour can be hard for you. Most importantly, thank you for loving me.
I love you the most, and I wish us the best future together.
Your Minnie.
By then, Seungmin had wrapped his arms around you as you dropped a few tears. Along with your sniffs, you melted into his embrace lovingly as you murmured sweet words and thanks. He truly was your everything.
So when he put his knee down, you sobbed even more. How could you refuse to marry him like this, even while being aware this was all an act? The boys came closer, but still gave you some space, so they could watch from afar.
"Y/N, this is something we have been discussing for a while now. I love you so much and it would pain me if I never get to spend the rest of my days with you." Seungmin started, looking up at you.
You hoped the love and sincerity you saw in his eyes were raw and not faked for the show. You knew Seungmin better than this, and he was being genuine. If anything, he couldn't lie to you in your face. You were too precious for that.
"So..." he trailed off while taking out a small box from his pocket. "F/N, will you do me the pleasure of marrying me?"
As he opened the box, your gaze went straight to the ring. He picked the perfect one. Although it had a lot of small details, it remained simple with the small diamond on top of it. You didn't know you could cry more than this.
"I-" you started, but stopped yourself as you remembered what you needed to do. "I love you, Seungmin... But I can't..."
You heard gasps coming from the boys and quiet whispers, as they were clearly confused. Although you had planned of walking away, you did so only because you couldn't bear with Seungmin's face who had dropped instantly. Either he was an excellent actor, or you had truly hurt him. So you left, leaving his letter behind as you dropped it in front of him.
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"I got you an ice cream." Jeongin said in a sad tone as he came back from the ice cream shop nearby.
The boys had left the aquarium not so long after you, and they moved to the park next to it. Jeongin had offered himself to get everyone a treat, but especially for the broken-hearted man
"Thank you, Innie." Seungmin said as he took the cone from him.
"I was sure she was going to say yes." Jisung muttered under his breath.
"We were all sure." Chan added. "She only refused the proposal, though, maybe she is simply not ready for such a commitment?"
Minho deadpanned at him. "They've been together for like, what, five years? She was already committed to him enough that there is no logic in her refusing, don't you think?"
"You can't be certain. What is she simply doesn't want to get married?"
"Nonsense." Felix joined in. "I've heard them talk about it before, and she told him about her dream wedding dress and shit."
"Alright, then. Did they fight?" Hyunjin questioned, but Changbin huffed in response.
"Did they look like they fought to you when they got here?" he rolled his eyes.
"Guys, it's alright." Seungmin stopped them. "Don't act like I'm not here."
They all quickly apologized, and then kept quiet. They weren't exactly sure what to say, they have never witnessed such a devastating moment before. They even less expected for it to happen to Seungmin.
"Are you doing alright?" Jeongin dared to ask.
Seungmin shrugged. "I don't feel good, for sure. It's like I haven't processed what happened yet."
Seungmin was rarely sad. Most of the boys didn't know how to react to this, especially when it was such a big turn of event that caused it. Changbin debated internally whether he should call you or not, at least to get an explanation out of you. Still, the main focus was on Seungmin.
"What are you going to do now?" Jisung, who had surprisingly remained rather quiet the entire time, asked.
"We can go back home, I guess. I don't know..."
"Wait for her call." Hyunjin said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "She'll call you for sure. In the meantime, try to get some rest."
He thanked his friends truthfully. He didn't expect this whole thing to actually hurt him. Still, he wanted to scare the shit out of the guys, and it all seemed to be working perfectly. But it became too much.
"It was a joke, guys." he finally admitted.
Hyunjin took his hand off him and stared widely at Chan. The others were as stunned, as they gave him a look of confusion.
"Care to explain, please?" Felix broke the awkward silence that was settling.
Seungmin sighed, a lump in his throat. "Y/N told me that Jeongin, Jisung and Changbin had ruined the surprise. I was so mad and disappointed that I had the stupid idea of pulling a prank on you. So basically, her refusing to marry me was the plan, but I'm starting to think it wasn't as funny as I originally anticipated it to be."
Changbin gave him an apologetic smile. "We're sorry for ruining it all. She said she would fake her surprise face, but it looks like you two got us." he laughed out.
"Seungmin, this is very wrong, you know that? We're sorry it didn't go as planned, but I don't think Y/N was faking her tears earlier." Chan sighed loudly.
"I know that." Seungmin groaned, putting his face in his hands, not holding back tears anymore. "And it actually hurt me when she said she couldn't, even though I was the one who told her to say this. I feel like shit."
Jeongin, who had dialed a number on his phone, put it away in his pocket as he shook his head. "She's not answering my calls."
"Go see her." Minho assured. "Talk it out with her, I'm sure you can figure this out."
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Back in your apartment, you had changed into sweatpants and opened a pot of ice cream to eat in front of the television. This was so cliché, but you didn't care. You were genuinely hurting, and it seemed to be the only way to cope for now. Your phone rang again, signaling that one of the guys, most likely Changbin or Jeongin, had texted you yet again. Ignoring the calls, you simply increased the volume of your movie as tears were dripping out of your eyes. As the characters on the screen were in the middle of a dialogue, you heard a soft knock coming from the door.
"Busy." you yelled out, eyes still focused on the TV.
Another knock.
"Come back later."
One more.
You huffed as you put away your snack, getting up to look at the peephole. Seungmin... there he was. Standing at your front door, eyes swollen and a bit red. Though you were mad at him for the whole prank thing, he was still the love of your life, and seeing him like this pained you.
You unlocked the door and opened it, to his shock. He looked up at you and gave you a weak smile.
"Hey."
"Hi."
He took a deep breath. "Can I come in?"
"Baby, I'm so sorry for what happened." he mumbled.
You let him in and he walked upon your ice cream with your TV on. That's when he turned to you to take a better look at your appearance. You looked as much of a mess as him, maybe more, and it only made him feel worse.
You shrugged your shoulders, trying to play it cool. "All good. How did they react?"
"It doesn't matter."
You frowned. "Wasn't it the whole point of your idea?"
"Yes, but it was probably the worst idea I've ever had."
You cocked your head to the side, taken aback from his words. "You've had worse ideas than that, what do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb, Y/N." he said, started to get frustrated. "I hurt you."
"I mean, yeah, a little. But it was all fake, no?"
"Everything I said was true. Everything in that damn letter." he said as he pulled it out of his pocket. "It was all true. Because, guess what? I am insanely obsessed with you. The mere thought of losing you over this stupid ass plan destroyed me. Just ask any of the guys, I was a mess after you left."
"Obviously, you were acting and-"
"Love, I wasn't faking that. I told them the truth right away."
"Oh." you nodded your head slowly. "Just so you know, it did break my hurt refusing to marry you."
He smiled warmly, coming closer to you. "I know, and I'm sorry baby."
Your tears came back in your eyes as you pulled him in your embrace. "Don't fucking make me do this again."
"I won't, I promise."
He pulled away from you and wiped your tears with the hem of his sleeve. "While we're at it." he breathed out.
You observed him as he did the same motion as earlier that day. Putting a knee down, he took out the same box as he stared right back at your teary eyes.
"This is all sincere, I promise. I can't express how much you mean to me and I can't imagine a life where you are not by my side." he said before opening the little box, exposing the shining ring. "Will you marry me?"
"Fuck yes." you sobbed out.
He got up instantly before crashing his lips onto yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. It had a hint of saltiness because of your tears, but it only added to how meaningful it was.
"I love you too." you cried out while he put the ring around your finger. "But I hate you so fucking much."
"I know, baby."
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Noah Sebastian x OFC
Here we are, folks. This is the final part to this piece of Noah & Leena’s story. I’ll write an epilogue, once I’ve made a final decision on if I want there to be a sequel or not. If you want one, let me know. Thank you for coming on this journey with me. This story brewed in my head one night, and I had to get it out. This one is fluffy, some smut, and how I wanted this story to end…for now?🖤
Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery. **TW: light kink content (spanking & hair pulling, dirty talk, S&M to a degree)
+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.
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Part 11 - Just Pretend
The rain made the loveliest soft thumping sound on the ground all around the porch. My legs crossed under me, the heavy quilt covering me to keep warm against the fifty-five degree air. I held my steaming mug, the smell of the coffee’s comfortable aroma satisfying my senses. The world was so quiet here, and I couldn’t believe I had been missing this for so long.
“Leena?” I turned to glance at the front door, my dad hanging his head out. “Breakfast is ready.”
I swung my legs off of the swing, pulling the quilt off, and walked into the house. The smell of bacon and pancakes filled the air. My stomach grumbled in response. I sat down opposite my Dad at the table, grabbing the syrup bottle and pouring a healthy amount over my pancakes before tearing into them, ignoring the eggs and bacon on the side of my plate.
Dad munched his own breakfast, carving the slices from his grapefruit carefully with his spoon. "So what time is your guy supposed to get here?"
"Mm," I swallowed the bite in my mouth. "His flight gets in at 12:15. He'll probably be here about an hour later? He's got to get his rental."
"Still don't get why we don't just pick him up." Dad mumbled under his breath.
I shrugged. "Daddy, you're going to be nice to him, right?" I lowered my fork and pressed my hands together in a praying position. "Pleeeease!"
He huffed. "As long as he's nice to you."
I smiled, then. "He is."
"Better be." I narrowed my eyes at my Dad, opening my mouth to speak when my phone went off on the table next to me.
I swiped it and stood from the table.
"Hey!"
"Hey, beautiful." Noah's voice was smooth. "I just got through TSA and to my gate. I've got about an hour until my flight leaves."
"Okay! I can't wait for you to get here."
I could hear the smile in his voice. "Me either. Hey, uh, I meant to ask you," He paused. "Your Dad, is he going to like...kill me in my sleep?"
"Uhm," I glanced over my shoulder, watching Dad slip Angel a strip of bacon under the table, and rolled my eyes. "no, no, of course not."
"You hesitated."
I sighed. "Baby," I walked out of the doorway, the screen snapping shut behind me. "he's just protective, but he's harmless." I chewed my lip. "Mostly."
"Mostly?" His voice was clearly apprehensive.
"Just don't ask him to show you the gun room."
"He has a gun room?!"
"It's going to be fine, Noah." I snickered. "Besides, he leaves tomorrow for three days. He's going on a fishing trip. So we'll be alone."
"Who fishes in February?"
I laughed loudly. "That's what you were thinking about?"
"Well, thinking of screwing you in your father's house scares me, so..."
I lowered my voice, "Oh yeah? That's wild, cause all I can think about is you bending me over the balcony railing and fucking me in the pouring rain, but, I mean, if you have questions about fishing..."
"Jesus fucking Christ, Leena!" His voice was hushed, and I cracked a wicked grin. "Not a good place to get an erection! It's hard to hide here!"
I busted out in laughter. "Sorry, babe. It's too easy."
"You just wait until I get you alone, girl."
"Yeah? I don't know, I'm not too worried." I was playing a dangerous game.
"No?" I heard him snicker. "You fucking should be."
A chill ran up my spine, and I heard the door behind me open. Angel ran past me, headed for the lawn to use the bathroom. It startled me.
"Well, we'll just see how it goes when you get here." I brought my voice back up to it's normal decibel.
"Mhm, we sure will."
"I've got to go, babe. I'm having breakfast with Dad."
"Okay, love. I'll see you soon."
"Not soon enough."
I was twirling around the kitchen, getting Dad's lunch cooking. The soup boiled in the pot while I poured in the cream, stirring in parsley and thyme. The smell of the potatoes and cheddar cheese filled my nostrils, creating an absolutely heavenly aroma.
"You didn't have to make lunch, baby. I am capable of feeding myself." Dad stood on the other side of the kitchen counter.
"I know that, but I’m nervous, and need something to do. So you're getting soup."
He nodded. "Smells good."
I smiled, "It'll be ready soon. I'm just waiting for the potatoes to soften up a little more."
He turned his head, something catching his eye. "Hey Lee?"
"Hmm?" I hummed, looking into the pot.
"I think he's here."
My head snapped up, eyes darting out the dining room window, a dark blue sedan pulling up next to my Dad's Ford F150. I broke out in a thousand-watt smile, setting the spoon in my hand down on the counter.
"Angel, come!" He had already nearly beat me to the door. I opened the latch and stepped onto the porch as the driver's door opened.
He stood out of the car, being greeted by Angel, who had already ran down the wooden steps and across the lawn. Noah crouched down, letting him put his front paws on his chest, scratching up and down his sides.
"Hey buddy!" He let Angel lick his face, smiling widely. "How you been? Good? Taking care of your mom?"
He looked up then, eyes catching me. I couldn't hide the excitement on my face. I broke out in a full sprint, nearly tripping off of the porch.
He stood, arms open, and I launched myself upon him. He wrapped me up, picking my feet off the ground. He squeezed me, his fingers digging into my sides.
"Ugh, I missed you so much." My words were muffled in his neck.
He finally set me down, and I reached my lips up to press a quick, solid kiss to his lips.
I heard a throat clearing, and turned my head to see my Dad standing on the steps, looking absolutely unamused. I felt my cheeks tinge pink, but I grabbed Noah by the hand, noticing he was now looking a little green. He really was nervous.
"Daddy?" He hopped down onto the grass to meet me halfway. Noah trailed a step behind me. "This is Noah."
I moved to the side, and my Dad brought his hand forward, Noah slipping his own in easily. "Lorne Richards. Nice to meet you." His voice was stern, testing the waters.
Noah nodded, giving his hand a firm shake. "Noah Sebastian, sir." He gave one of his absolutely mouthwatering smiles. "Thank you so much for having me."
My Dad let his hand go, and put his own in his jeans pockets.
"Leena was just making lunch. Come on in." Turning around, he trotted up the steps, Angel following him.
I could see a visible relief in Noah's posture.
"See?" He glanced down at me. "No biggie."
He smirked. "Did he say you were making lunch?"
I nodded. "Cheddar potato soup."
He raised an eyebrow. "You can cook?"
I swatted at him, laughing. "Oh shut up."
-
I sat on the couch, side pressed against Noah’s, the movie playing on the screen ahead of us. I heard the footsteps sliding down the hallway, and I glanced up to see Dad looking at me and pointing a finger at Noah.
“Someone’s tired.”
I raised an eyebrow and turned my attention to my now sleeping, slightly drooling boyfriend. His head was leaned against the back of the couch, his eyes closed gently, mouth very slightly ajar. I smirked.
“Yeah, he sure is.” I stood off the couch gently, following Dad into the kitchen.
He pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and took a long pull. He peeked at his watch, and snorted.
“It’s only eight-o’clock. Kinda early isn’t it?”
I leaned against the countertop, arms folded over my chest. “Yeah, he just got back from Europe a few days ago, so I would bet he’s still jet lagged.”
Dad nodded. “He was quiet at dinner.”
I snorted. “He’s terrified of you, Daddy.”
Dad raised his brows in surprise. “He is? I wonder why.”
I hung my mouth open, amused. “Are you kidding? You’re my Dad and my sponsor. He knows how important you are to me, and how much your opinion matters.”
Dad waved me off. “I’m just a guy, Lee. No different than him.”
“Psh, yeah, okay.” Our voices were hushed. “He wants you to like him.”
Dad raised one brow now. “Is there a reason for that?”
I deadpanned. “Because he loves me? And that gets complicated when the most important person in my life doesn’t like him?”
Dad seemed to accept that, but still looked up at me through his lashes. “You ain’t gonna run off and get married or somethin’ are you?”
“Married?!” My voice came out louder than I intended, and I slapped a hand over my mouth when I realized. My eyes shot back to the living room, seeing Noah still snoozing.
Once I gathered myself, I cleared my throat. “No. No, absolutely not.”
He looked at me incredulously. “Yeah? Seem a little defensive there.” He cracked a grin, making me shake my head laughing.
“Dad, Noah and I have only been together for a few months, not including earlier in the year.”
He padded over to me, placing his hands on the tops of my shoulders. “I get that, baby.” He then lowered his head to catch my eye line. “I also know you love that boy.”
My expression was surprised. “You do?”
“Well, of course. Watching you two together, it’s like teenagers in high school.” This made me blush. “I also don’t doubt that he loves you too.”
This made me grin, like a little girl hearing her first crush actually liked her. “Really?”
“Mhm. Can tell by the way he looks at you.” He then turned his attention back to Noah, snoozing. “And also that he could be at home sleeping off that tour he just did, but instead he’s here for two weeks, facing your very scary Dad.”
He had puffed his chest, which cracked me up. “Seriously? You’re not so scary.”
He huffed out a gruff laugh. “Wait till he sees my gun room!”
Dad had said goodnight to Angel and I, reminding me he’d be gone by 4AM to meet with his fishing buddies. He was leaving food in the fridge, a whole pack of bacon specifically for Angel.
I walked over to the couch, leaning down, touching Noah’s arm and giving it a light squeeze.
“Baby?”
He roused quickly, startled, his eyes popping open. They softened quickly, back to the sleepy squint.
“Oh, hey.” He rubbed his eyes and a hard yawn came out. “When did I pass out?”
“A little bit ago. Let’s get you to bed.”
He stood off the couch, stretching his arms. “What time is it?”
“About 8:45.”
He nodded, yawning again. “I’m sorry, I know it’s early for you.”
I took his hand, leading him toward the staircase. “It’s no biggie. You’re exhausted.”
He scoffed. “Well, it’s almost 6AM in Paris, and I haven’t slept since last night. So, maybe a little?”
We walked up the stairs and straight into my room. I had brought his duffle up earlier, and it was perched on the bed.
He grimaced. “You’re sure your Dad is okay with me sleeping in your room? I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh hush. He’s fine. He’s old, not stupid.”
This made him shake his head, unzipping his bag and pulling out sweatpants and a t-shirt.
He looked at me. “Bathroom?”
I pointed him in the direction, and he left quickly. I took the moment to grab my own pajama pants and shirt out of my closet, and slipped my shirt over my head. Back turned to the doorway, I slid my jeans over my hips, standing in my bra and underwear.
I shivered in the cool air of the house, slowly pulling my hair out of the ponytail I had kept it in all day. I took a moment to scratch at my scalp, enjoying the sensation of my hair finally being free and falling loose.
I reached back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Reaching my hands over my head, I stretched my arms and spine, shaking the day off of me.
“Mmph.”
I whipped around, nearly jumping out of my skin. Noah stood in the doorway, hip leaning against the frame, a dark grin plastered on his face, his eyes locked on me. Instinctively, my hands reached up to cover my exposed breasts, making him intentionally frown.
“Would you knock it off!” I said playfully, chucking my shirt at him.
He caught it mid-air and just shook his head. “Sorry. If you’re going to look like that, then I’m going to ogle. My right as the boyfriend.”
I quirked a brow, letting my hands fall to my sides. His smugness faded while I walked over to him.
“Oh yeah?” I stood only inches in front of him now, my hardened nipples brushing the front of the fabric of his shirt. “Go ahead, then.”
He stared at me, cool expression on his face. He stepped forward and pulled the door closed behind him. He was pressed against me now, fingers of his right hand trailing up my side, grazing the side of my chest. Fresh goosebumps raised on my arms, and I inhaled a hard breath.
“So fucking pretty.” His dark eyes, nearly completely blackened, searched my face. “I can’t believe I went without this for so long.”
I snorted. “Hasn’t been that long.”
His voice was deadly, baritone. “Long enough.”
His lips attacked me then, catching my mouth and pulling me toward him. I stood on my tip-toes, so he caught me off-kilter and pushed me down onto the bed, leaning over me to catch my left nipple in his mouth, his hand coming up to pinch the other.
I gasped, wrapping my fingers in his hair. My hips bucked against his stomach, searching for friction. I felt him lean down onto me, his erection pressing into my leg. A deep, guttural growl escaped him, and he stood up.
I hastily grabbed at him, but he took a step back from the bed, rubbing a hand over his face and through his hair.
I laid back on the bed, eyes blown wide. “What?” My breathing was labored. “Why’d you stop?”
“I just…can’t.”
My mouth hung open in disbelief. “What?! Why?”
“It’s disrespectful!”
I threw myself back on the bed and snarled. “No fucking way!”
He shook his head, hands out in front of him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just…not with your Dad in the next room.”
I sat up on my knees, grabbing the front of his shirt.
“Noah, he isn’t going to know!”
“Dads always know.”
“Oh, come on!”
He threw his head side to side. “Nope. I can’t. Not until he’s not here, at least.”
I almost teared up, rejection stabbing my chest. I crossed my arms and stood off the bed.
“Fine.” I grabbed my pajama pants, pulling them on angrily.
“Babe…”
I ignored him, pulling my shirt over my head and stomping over to the bed.
He chuckled. “Tantrum, much?”
I sniffled, turning my head so he wouldn’t see the lonely tear running down my cheek. “Let’s just go to bed.”
My voice betrayed me, cracking at the end. He scrambled over to sit in front of me on the bed.
“Hey, hey,” He lifted his fingers to grab my face. “you don’t think that I don’t want it, do you?”
I didn’t respond, just averted my eyes.
“Oh babe.” He smiled at me, cracking my hardened exterior. “You can’t possibly believe that.”
I, again, didn’t answer.
“Look.” He grabbed my hand then, leading it to the middle of his pants, pressing my palm to his stiffened cock underneath.
My eyes widened, and I gasped.
“I want it. Badly.” He shrugged and squeezed his eyes shut, freeing my wrist. “I just don’t want to disrespect your Dad like that. Him liking me is a big deal.”
I smirked. “That big of a deal, that you’re willing to let that go down on its own?” I pointed to his crotch.
He groaned. “Unfortunately.”
I shook my head, leaning my face into his chest. “Fine.”
He circled his arms around me, rubbing a hand up and down my spine.
“But once he’s gone, your ass is mine.”
-
I was woken by a paw to the face, causing me to startle. I cracked my eyes open to see Angel’s honey brown eyes staring directly at me. A low whine came out of him, and my brain clicked together. He had to pee.
Noah was laying heavy next to me, facing away, a quiet snore coming with the rise and fall of his chest. I slipped myself out of bed silently, Angel making a mad dash for the staircase.
I trotted down the stairs barefoot, unlocking and popping the door open to let Angel out. I closed the door behind him and turned to the kitchen. The coffee pot was on,the carafe full with a fresh brew. I noticed the time, 6:00AM. Dad had left me fresh coffee, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
As early as I fell asleep last night, I was sure that I wasn’t getting back to sleep anytime soon. I grabbed a mug from the cupboard, glancing out of the kitchen window. I noticed Dad’s truck was gone, leaving Noah’s rental alone on the lawn.
A scratching at the door came as I began sipping my coffee, so I let Angel in. He looked at me, and I smiled.
“Go on, go keep Noah warm.” He darted up the stairs in the direction of my pointed finger.
I needed to brush my teeth, and shower. No need to wake Noah, as he still needed to sleep off the jet-lag. There was very little light in the kitchen, as the sun had yet to rise completely over the mountains.
I decided to use the downstairs shower, so I wouldn’t wake Noah. I let the warm water wake my muscles and brain, slipping my pajama pants and shirt back on, minus the underwear from the day before.
Carefully toeing up the stairs, I slipped into the room and pushed Angel to the edge of the bed. He had curled up on my side, pressed against Noah’s back. I slipped back into bed and pulled my phone off of the side table. After checking that my volume was down all the way, I opened TikTok.
Something about the algorithm was strange, since I never looked up Bad Omens content, yet it still managed to cross my For You Page whenever I was with Noah, or thinking about him, or singing one of his songs to myself.
I sat, scrolling through clip after clip of shows from the recent European tour, Noah jumping around stage. He head banged viciously, he screamed until his throat gave out, and he even threw random items at the crowd. The video of him tossing an entire bag of marshmallows played, and I laughed quietly.
After about half an hour, I felt the bed shift, and an arm curl around my midsection. I smirked, and set my phone down on the table. I felt him press his body against my back, his face burying in my neck.
“Well, good morning.” I closed my eyes at the sensation of his breath on my neck.
He inhaled, squeezing me tighter. “Did you shower?”
My hair was still damp. “Yeah, I’ve been up for about an hour.”
He mumbled into my hair. “Should’ve woken me up.”
“Nah. You needed rest.”
I felt him pressing into me harder, his dick stiff and pushing against my lower back.
“Are we alone?”
I smirked. “Mhm.”
His lips started leaving soft kisses across the back of my neck, his fingers now playing with my belly button ring over my shirt.
I tried to center my thoughts. “You want breakfast?”
His hand then gripped my hip, flipping me onto my back. I didn’t realize what had happened before he was kneeling next to me, his eyes half-open and smoldering. He was smiling, a terrifying grin.
“As a matter of fact,” His hands ripped my pants down without mercy, leaving me completely bare in front of him. “I would love some.”
He pulled my thighs open, leaned down onto his stomach, and buried his face between my legs with absolutely no warning.
My eyes burst open, my hips jumping off of the mattress. “Oh my god!”
I was so stunned, I barely registered that his hands had my legs in a death grip, fingers digging into the tops of my thighs. His tongue worked, laying flat, long strokes over my lips, lingering with very specific pressure to my clit.
My knees bent instinctively, pressing my pussy against his tongue, my hand in his hair pushing him closer to me. He obliged so graciously, latching onto my clit and sucking wildly. I squealed a harsh, raspy moan.
“Oh fuck, Noah. Oh fuck. That’s so fucking good, Jesus Christ.”
I wanted to watch him work, his dark eyes flashing up under those sinfully long lashes, but the sheer vibrations from my core made me throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut.
Just before I thought I would die of stimulation, his hand released my legs, and pressed them upwards, bending my knees toward my chest. This pressed my pussy forward, and I felt his tongue dive inside, his head moving back and forth ever so slightly. My vision went white, and the sounds leaving my mouth were a mix of whimpering and crying.
“Noah, please, I’m going to come. Please don’t stop.” His tongue came back to my clit, attacking me so deliciously while I felt one finger penetrate me. He curled the digit, pressing into the sweet spot. I exploded, a loud scream ripping from my throat. My fingers nearly ripped the hair clean out of his head.
He didn’t let up for at least a minute, making me attempt to thrash around, held down by his too strong hands.
Once he had tormented me enough, he sat up. My legs fell back down to the mattress while my lungs fought for oxygen. I wasn’t given long to recover, as I was quickly flipped back onto my stomach.
His hands hooked under my hip bones, lifting my ass in the air, and I swore I heard the sound of a condom being ripped open. My brain was still swimming from such an intense orgasm, that I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening until he spoke to me.
His voice was deep, full of lust. “Best fucking meal I’ve ever had.”
I felt the head of his cock nudge the entrance of my pussy, and I adjusted my knees wider, lifting myself up on my hands.
He continued to press against me, not quite sliding in. I felt a hand reach up my back, fingers wrapping in the hair on the nape of my neck. I leaned back against him, wanting to feel him inside me so badly I could cry.
At that moment, his fingers tightened in my hair and pulled my head up so I was nearly standing on my knees. His voice was against my ear now.
“Don’t be so impatient, princess. I’ve been waiting for this for months. We’re doing it my way.” His voice was so deadly, my only response was a soft moan.
He didn’t let go of my hair, but did slowly begin pressing into me, and I could hear a harsh breath being sucked in.
“Fucking Christ, baby.” He slid all the way in, pressing hard against my cervix. “Missed this pussy so fucking much.”
He let go of my hair now, letting me fall forward, my face burying in the pillow.
“Hold still for me baby, want to feel you.”
I did my best, I promise I did. But he was sliding in and out so painfully slow, and my body ached for him to just go a little faster. Involuntarily, my hips pushed back against him. I closed my eyes, but opened them when I felt a hard slap come to land on my ass. I sucked in a hard breath at the sting, but felt my walls twitch. I liked that. I liked that a lot.
“I told you to be patient.” His fingers were digging into the spot that he had slapped, but in all fairness, I’m not the best listener. I rocked my hips back again, and then braced myself. The slap that came down was harder, making a bolt of lighting shoot up my spine. I shivered, enjoying the sensation of his palm on my hot skin.
“Having a hard time hearing me, baby?” His hand rubbed over my flesh, and I carefully shook my head. “No?” His hand stopped abruptly, another hard smack landing on my ass.
“Ahh, I see. You like that, don’t you?”
I didn’t respond, only pushed back into him again, mouth watering at the feeling of his cock filling me, when his hand came down again.
He chuckled, a dark, wicked laugh. “I see what you’re doing.” He let go of my ass, but instead of another slap, he pulled out entirely, leaving me whimpering in distaste.
I felt his palm rubbing over my skin, my legs spread wide, hips rocking for him. There was nothing to push back on, and I sighed.
“You poor, eager girl. Must’ve been missing me just as much.” He nudged me with his cock, then, and I held still, not wanting him to move away.
I waited there, patiently, and felt him finally press back inside me. I moaned loudly, gripping the sheets with white knuckles.
“That’s it.” His voice was oddly comforting, although he sounded so evil. “See what happens when you’re patient?”
He was now thrusting at a steady pace, and my eyes began to roll back from the coil tightening in my belly.
“God damn, look at you.” He ran a hand up my back. “So fucking needy. So fucking beautiful.”
My body shook, another hard orgasm building. “Noah, God, Noah, please.”
“What do you need baby?” His hand came down to spank me again, a sickening sound filling the room. My eyes rolled back and I hissed at the sting.
“Yes, fuck!” I screamed.
“Love being spanked, don’t you?” He slapped me again, harder.
“Mmm,” Forming words was getting harder.
Another slap. My legs started to shake.
“So good for me, baby. So fucking good.”
Slap.
“Could fuck you all God damn day.”
Slap.
“So fucking tight. So fucking wet.”
Slap.
His breathing was becoming more erratic, his rhythm slipping. He was close.
“Fuck, Noah, I’m going to come.”
He fucked me harder, his hips barreling against me at an alarming pace. He gripped my hips for support.
“Fuck, baby. Come on my cock. Come for me, Leena.”
Slap.
That was it, I was gone. My brain was bursting, my screaming wild. My fingers were digging into the mattress now, chanting his name over and over.
I felt him stiffen, his hands gripping me hard enough to bruise.
He slowed his thrusts, his body half-collapsing on my back. My knees gave out, making him fall on top of me completely. I rolled on my side, my eyes half-masked and staring at him. He was breathing heavy with his mouth open, face showing me how spent he was.
“H-Holy fuck.” Was all he could say. I waited a moment for my heart to calm down. He stared at me, an expression I couldn’t place on his face. “Are you…” He trailed off. “Are you okay?”
I smiled, then. He was worried. It was cute.
I answered him with a soft kiss on his lips.
-
The day had passed so easily. Noah and I had made breakfast, playing 80’s music, him singing very dramatically to all of the Bowie songs. We had taken Angel on a long walk around Dad’s property, and came back in once the rain really started coming down. Needless to say, we spent a fair amount of time on the balcony in the downpour.
We fell asleep watching The Walking Dead, starting from the first season, as Noah had never watched it.
The following morning, I awoke feeling funny. I couldn’t place the feeling, but it was almost dizzy. The sensation made me salivate, similar to when I used to drink too much, and fell asleep before emptying my stomach.
After a tall glass of water, I unfortunately did the same, everything I had eaten the night before being left in the bowl. I cursed under my breath. Being sick was not on the agenda for mine and Noah’s days alone together.
During my mad dash to the bathroom, I had to have woken Noah, as he was now knocking on the door. I had already flushed my vomit, and was brushing my teeth.
“Babe?”
I opened the door to see him looking at me, sleep still heavy in his eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He shook his head, dismissing me. “Are you alright?”
I nodded, my lips still clammy and my color too pale. “Yeah, just not feeling great this morning.”
He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my stomach while I scrubbed my tongue.
“Dinner, maybe? The pork might’ve been under?”
I nodded. “Probably.” I spit out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth out. “I’ll be fine. I’ll just take it easy today.”
He gently turned me around and placed his lips to my forehead, furrowing his brow. “You’re not warm.”
I leaned into him. “Nah, it was the pork.”
-
The following days, I spent laying on the couch or in bed, my stomach fighting against me at the most inopportune moments. I would feel great, back to normal entirely, and then would be hit with a wave of nausea that I couldn’t escape. Once I had vomited, I would be slapped with an overwhelming fatigue that had me napping for at least an hour each time.
I could see Noah getting increasingly worried, but I continued to remind him that I was fine, it was just a stomach bug (the possibility of it being food poisoning less and less as the days went on), and that if I went a week with no improvement, then I would go to Urgent Care.
He seemed satisfied with that, but then Dad came home.
“You’ve been sick for how many days now?”
“This is the third day.” Noah spoke up from behind me where he leaned against the back of the couch. I shot a death glare in his direction, to which he just shrugged.
“Mileena, you need to go get checked out.”
I groaned. He used my full name, which meant he was being my father right now.
“I’m fine, Daddy. I feel good!”
“You’ll be throwing up soon. You always do about an hour after you eat.”
I rolled my eyes and hissed at Noah. “Not helping.”
He threw his hands up in his defense.
“He’s right, I’m driving you to town.”
I scoffed. “Hello?! I am not a child. You can’t just force me to get checked out.”
“You’re my child. I can do anything I want.”
I crossed my arms and stomped a foot, narrowing my eyes at my Dad.
“Daddy, I am nearly thirty years old. You cannot make me see a doctor if I don’t want to.”
“Oh no?” Dad grinned at me.
He then turned his attention to the man behind me.
“Hey Noah, you ever hear the story of when Leena was little and went roller skating for the first time?”
My eyes bugged out. I looked at Noah, whose brows were raised, an amused smile on his face.
“I haven’t, actually.”
My head whipped back around. “Dad! You can’t blackmail me with embarrassing stories!”
Dad laughed. “The hell I can’t! Now you get in the truck, or I will tell him about when you sat on an ant hill.”
I heard an amused giggle behind me, and I growled in frustration.
“Ugh, I hate you both!” I turned and stomped up the stairs. “Let me get my shoes on!”
It had taken ten whole minutes of arguing with Noah to get him to stay back at the house with Angel. I didn’t need him hearing that I had E. Coli, or Salmonella, or just a really bad case of the stomach flu. Him and my Dad ganging up on me had me fuming the entire thirty-minute drive down the mountain and into town, soft country music the only sound in the cab of the truck.
When we pulled up to Urgent Care, I took note of the one other car in the parking lot. With any luck, we’d be in and out quickly.
“I’ll wait here for ya.” Dad settled into his seat and turned the music up a few notches.
I rolled my eyes and hopped out of the truck, walking up to the entrance begrudgingly.
“Hi! What brings you in today?” The redheaded girl behind the counter looked no older than eighteen, and I internally sighed in annoyance.
“I’ve got some kind of stomach thing, a virus or something.” My tone made it clear I was not happy to be there.
She nodded. “Okay, sure, we can help with that. Let’s get you checked in.”
I went through the tedious process of giving her my information before sitting down in the small, plastic chairs of the waiting room. I pulled out my phone, opening my texts.
Me: You may not know this about me, but I fucking hate doctors.
Noah started typing almost immediately.
Noah: Same, but you need to get checked out.
I slumped down into the chair.
Me: Teaming up against me with my Dad is fucked. Gonna kick your ass for it when I get back.
Noah: As terrifying as that sounds, I’m sure it’s worth it.
He started typing again immediately,
Noah: I’m getting those stories out of him still.
Me: Over my dead body.
“Mileena Richards?” A female voice called to me. A short, skinny woman in scrubs called me from the door leading to the exam rooms.
I stood up and walked toward her. She smiled warmly at me, and I tried to return the gesture.
She led me to a room where she took my weight, blood pressure, and pulse ox. She then sat back and asked me to describe my symptoms.
“Well, I’ve been throwing up a lot. It seems pretty random.”
“Okay, and have you noticed it happens after anything specific? Like eating or exercise?”
I shook my head. “Maybe about an hour or so after eating? But not every time.”
She nodded. “Any cramping? Gas? Diarrhea?”
I just shook my head. “No, but right before I vomit, I get pretty lightheaded.”
She was typing into her computer. She turned her attention back to me.
“Okay, honey, and when was the first date of your last menstrual cycle?”
She pushed a small calendar toward me, and I wracked my brain. I was so bad at remembering this stuff. I flipped back a month, looking at January. What day in January?
I remembered buying tampons at Target. Where was that? Laura was with me. It was about five days before I moved. We had gone to Target for packing tape, microwave popcorn, bubble wrap, and tampons. I wasn’t due for my period for another week, but I didn’t want to be on a flight to Seattle, and it show up early while I was unprepared.
But…I never used them. My period wasn’t exact, but it came at about the end of each month. We went to the store on January 22nd. 23rd? That means my last period was just before Christmas, which I remember, because I was extra cranky when I woke up Christmas morning at Laura’s, spending the holiday with her and Will. It started on Christmas Eve…
“I, uh…” I stared at the calendar, small and tinted green with little peonies on the corner. “I think it was Christmas Eve.”
The nurse raised a brow at me over the rim of her glasses. “Any chance you could be pregnant?”
I shook my head, staring at the floor, bewildered.
“No.” She didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, her face not moving an inch. “I wasn’t sexually active much at that time.”
She pursed her lips, and pushed herself away from her desk.
“Okay, honey, follow me.”
I stood up, my brain scattered. Noah and I were always careful, so it’s just not possible.
“Alright dear,” She held a plastic cup in front of me. “I need a urine sample from you, in case we need X-rays on your abdomen, we just need to be sure.”
I nodded, accepting the cup and heading toward the bathroom she directed me to.
“Doctor will meet you back in the exam room. Just leave the cup on the tray that’s next to the sink.”
I locked the bathroom door behind me, and stared at the cup. The unnerving instinct to run out of the office and into my Dad’s truck, lying and telling him it was the stomach flu, flooded through me, making my face go numb.
My logical sense took over, and I meticulously peed in the cup, replacing the lid and scrubbing my hands in the sink.
Once I was sat back in the room, opting for the chair, rather than the paper-lined bed, I sat in silence. My phone buzzed in my sweatshirt pocket, and I lifted it with a shaking hand.
Noah: Any news?
My fingers trembled so hard that I screwed up my words and had to keep deleting and retyping.
Me: Not yet.
I didn’t lie, because there wasn’t any. I was just going absolutely insane, and the power of suggestion was making my mind play tricks on me.
I replaced my phone in my pocket and forced myself to take a deep breath. I was fine. Just sick. Nothing serious. Nothing life-changing about it.
A short rap on the door made me startle before it cracked open.
“Mileena?” A tall, older man entered the room. He wore dark green scrubs, a white coat, and a stethoscope around his neck. Very stereotypically doctor-looking.
I nodded in response.
He stepped in with a small stack of papers in his hands. “I’m Dr. Allen.” He was looking down at his documents. “I hear you haven’t been feeling well?”
I coughed to clear my throat. “Yeah, for the last few days.”
He nodded, clicking his tongue while he flipped through the forms.
“Okay, well, I’m going to do an exam, but I’m pretty sure I know why you’re feeling crappy.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
He looked up at me, a smile on his face. “Yep. Your hCG levels are pretty elevated, and you’re also very dehydrated.”
What the hell is hCG?
I shook my head. “Uhm, okay. What does that mean exactly?”
He moved to sit at the desk, handing the stack of papers to me.
“It means that you’re expecting.” His eyes were sincere, likely seeing that mine looked like they were going to pop right out of my skull.
The air rushed out of my lungs. My response came out nearly inaudible. “What?”
He sat back in his chair. “You’re pregnant.” He glanced at the computer, clicking something with his mouse. “Judging by how late your cycle is? I’d say about six weeks? Maybe a little less?”
I could feel my head spinning on my shoulders, unable to tear my eyes away from the doctor. When I didn’t speak, he continued.
“I would guess that what you’ve been experiencing is morning sickness. It is a little early, however. I still want to do a quick exam to make sure we don’t have any other issues.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. The world had fallen out from under me.
-
The drive home was utterly silent. I had only spoken to Dad to tell him that I was fine, and we could head home. He didn’t press, but I could feel he was growing increasingly uncomfortable.
“Leena?”
My eyes darted to him. We had pulled onto the lawn and parked already.
I didn’t answer him.
“Is it what I think it is?”
My eyes started tearing up, my lower lip trembling.
“I don’t know how this happened.” My voice was so small, I couldn’t be sure he even heard me.
“Well,” Dad huffed, adjusting in his seat. “I thought you knew this already, but, honey, when a man and a woman love each other-“
My head snapped over to my Dad, tears now rolling down my face. “Are you kidding me?!”
He sat back in his chair. “I’m sorry, just trying to lighten the mood.”
“Lighten the mood?” I scoffed. “This isn’t fucking funny!” My voice was reaching the level of a scream.
“Alright, now honey calm down.”
“Calm down?! What do you mean, ‘calm down’?!”
He lowered his eyebrows then. “Mileena Jane, I understand you’re upset, but you will not scream at me like that.”
His even, stern tone brought me back down, but my chest still heaved with sobs.
“Daddy…” I was lost for words. I was lost for thought. “What am I going to do?”
His eyes adjusted out the windshield, and I followed his gaze.
Noah stepped out of the front door, Angel heeling his left, a small smile on his face. He waved a hand at us.
“I’m not sure, baby, but you better figure it out fast.” Was all he said before opening his door to leave the truck. My hand flew over to him, grabbing his arm.
“Daddy?” He looked at me. “Please, for the love of God, don’t kill him.”
He snorted, swinging a leg out of the truck. “No promises.”
He left me alone, and I watched as he approached Noah, and clapped a hand on his shoulder politely. I couldn’t hear what he said, but he pointed at the truck, and went inside, calling Angel to him.
Noah then made his way down the porch, and across the grass. I opened my door and, slowly and shaking, hopped out.
His face fell when he saw my tears. “Hey, what’s going on?”
I wiped my face, and tried to put a calm smile on my face. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
He reached out and grabbed my hand. “Something’s up.” He glanced back at the house. “You fight with your Dad or something?”
I shook my head. “No, no. Nothing like that.”
“Okay, so what’s up? What did the doctor say?”
My stomach bottomed out, that familiar dizzy feeling hitting me.
“He said, uhm,” I swallowed hard, trying to push down the nausea. “that my exam was normal.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So they don’t know what’s wrong with you?”
I stared at him, eyes wide and wet. “They do.”
He furrowed his brow. “And?”
I shrugged, not knowing what the fuck to say.
“Noah, do you…” I closed my eyes, building the nerve. “do you remember the night of the concert? The last one I went to? The night we got back together?”
I had worked it through in my head. The night he sang to me on stage, and kissed me in the green room.
We had gone back to his house, and it’s obvious what happened there. We didn’t have a condom, and I told him I’d go to the drug store the next day for the magic pill. The problem is, when I woke up the next morning, in his bed, Laura had called frantic. Angel had thrown up four times the night before and wouldn’t eat or drink anything. Noah and I rushed him to the vet, learning he had eaten some plants in Laura’s backyard. He needed to be kept overnight, and we almost had to reschedule our flight to Seattle. I got distracted. I forgot.
I watched the gears in his head turn, his face growing increasingly bewildered.
“I remember we…” He trailed off before he raised an eyebrow. “You took the pill…”
I shook my head. “I forgot. Angel was sick.”
He raised his eyebrows, his eyes growing wide as saucers.
“Oh my God, you’re right.” For as surprised as he was, his voice was so even.
“Noah, I’m so sorry. I forgot.” I swallowed again, my stomach threatening to spill all over the both of us. “I’m pregnant.”
-
Noah had been sitting on the porch since I told him, swaying slowly back and forth while the rain fell around the house. Dad suggested I give him space, give him time to wrap his head around it.
I was trembling, sitting at the dining room table and obsessively munching on pistachios. Dad had already gone to bed, exhausted from his trip and still chewing on the news himself.
It had been five hours. Five hours since I told him the news, and there he sat, unmoving. I was crawling out of my skin, the fear and anxiety slowly turning into anger. He needed time to wrap his head around it?! I was the one growing a fucking fetus inside me! I was nauseas, dizzy, fatigued, and so fucking scared. But he got to take space?
Fuck that.
I stomped away from the table, bursting through the screen door. I walked over to the swing, standing directly in his line of vision.
“Hey!” He looked up at me, face void of emotion. “Look, I get this is a lot, alright? So if you want to bail, that’s fine. I don’t expect you to want to deal with this.”
His face was now twisted, confused.
“If you’re going to leave, however, leave now. I can’t sit in there and wait for you to get up the nerve to tell me you’re not sticking around!”
I was crying again, hot angry tears.
His voice was quiet. “What?”
I crossed my arms. “What do you mean, ‘what’? You can’t ruin your career over this, Noah. The band is just starting to get huge.”
He shook his head at me, standing to his feet. “You think I’m thinking about the band? About my career?” His words were angry, making me shrink slightly.
“I mean, yeah! How could you not? You’ve been out here for hours!”
He blinked rapidly, completely in disbelief.
“You’re fucking joking, right?” It was a half-yell, but it was enough to make me take a step back.
“I’m not out here worried about my fucking band, Leena. I’m thinking about what kind of father I’m going to be!” He gestured between us. “What kind of parents we can be to that baby!” He pointed at my stomach.
I was confused now. “What?”
He rolled his eyes, turning and pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re alcoholics, Leena! I’m less than six months sober!” He coughed then, a choked sound. “I don’t know if I’d be any good as a father.”
He sat back down, and my entire mood shifted. He was concerned about being a good Dad? Did that mean he wanted this? He wasn’t worried about his job? His music? His reputation?
“Noah,” I sat next to him, but still at least a foot away. “you don’t have to worry about that.”
He looked at me then, a look of concern on his face. I gave him the wrong idea.
“I just mean that,” I shrugged, frustrated. “you’re an amazing person, Noah. Your addiction doesn’t change that.”
He leaned back on the swing, leaning his face up to look at the ceiling. “That’s your opinion, Leena. I’ve done horrible things.”
I nodded. “We all have.”
I grabbed his hand then, his face turning to look at me. I gave him a small smile.
“Do you want to do this?”
He sighed, waiting a few moments to answer. My heart pounded in my ears.
“I really do. I’m so fucking scared, but,” He squeezed my hand in his. “I can’t help feeling really fucking excited.”
He cracked a grin, and I returned it. “Me too.”
“Leena, I know this isn’t how this was supposed to happen. And I’m so sorry that I put you in this position.”
My tears came back, then. “No, I’m sorry. I was supposed to get the Plan B. I forgot.”
I hung my head, ashamed.
“Uhm, excuse me?” I looked back up at him. “I was the one who didn’t insist we use protection. And I also forgot to get you the pill.” He lifted my face with his chin. “We both did this.”
I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“So.” He sighed out, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
I leaned into him. “Yeah.”
“Well, we’ve got to move in together.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but the thought of going through a pregnancy, and all the fun that was sure to entail crossed my mind. Doing that alone felt miserable. I also thought about the morning sex I got from Noah the other day, and smiled.
“Well, I did rent my house out…”
He huffed triumphantly. “Then that’s settled.”
I smirked. “You still going to want me when I’m all fat and moody?”
He chuckled, pulling me in closer. “You won’t be fat, you’ll be pregnant.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “With my baby.”
I groaned. “Oh no, you don’t have like, a breed kink, do you?”
This made him laugh loudly. “No, not really. It’s just my masculine instinct to be more attracted to you while you’re carrying my child.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, Mr. Neanderthal.”
We both laughed, but quickly became quiet again. The sound of the woods and rain around us filling the space.
“I love you, Mileena.”
I tucked my face into his side, nuzzling against him.
“I love you too, Noah.”
“You promise?”
“Always.”
-
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This story was a journey, and I can say I’ve honestly come to really love these characters. Cant decide if I want to continue their story or not, so let me know if you do. If you’ve followed it, I appreciate you! Till next time, my loves. 🖤
xo
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harlowsbby · 11 months
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Can you write something where reader is about a foot shorter than Jack? It can be fluff or smut I don’t care. I just feel like there’s not enough short girl fics. Thank you 💗
Timeless Love
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You absolutely hated being short mainly because you weren’t necessarily bullied for being short, people just loved teasing you because of it and mainly your boyfriend Jack.
You woke up that morning before Jack and decided to go downstairs and make some breakfast for the two of you, breakfast wasn’t really your thing but whenever Jack was home he made sure you ate every single meal of the day.
Making your way downstairs and into the kitchen you pulled out some waffle mix along with eggs and bacon and quickly got to work. Just as you put the bacon in the oven you went ahead to start on the waffles since they’d take a minute.
Opening up your kitchen cabinet you frowned not seeing your measuring cups anywhere. “Where’d they go.” You mumbled to yourself and started looking at all of the cabinets trying to find your measuring cups, when eventually you found them at the highest shelf in your kitchen.
“What.. how did they even get up there.” You rolled your eyes when you remembered Jack had did the dishes the night before so it made sense why everything was in the wrong spot.
“I swear I’m going to kill this man.” You groaned and went to the side of the fridge where your stepping stool usually was but somehow it must’ve grown legs and ran away over night. You weren’t about to jump on top of the counter and break your back or neck in the process so jumping was the only option.
Groaning and huffing as you jumped up and down trying to reach your measuring cups. You absolutely despised being short meanwhile Jack absolutely loved it, he’d always rest his arms on top of your head or at times he’d just wanna carry you on his back or lift you on-top of his shoulders even though you’d always turn down the offer.
You remembered the first time he had offered to put you on his shoulders. It was really cute you had to admit.
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“Is Y/N good over there? I don’t think she can see anything.” Ace laughed and pointed at you, you were all at Coachella and your favorite singer Baddy Bunny was performing but you could barley see him. Jack watched you struggle to jump and catch a glimpse of your favorite artist but the amount of people in front you prevented that.
You had your camera held high the thing is you weren’t even recording you just wanted to watch him through your phone camera since you weren’t able to see him.
“I’ll be right back.” Ace nodded and watched Jack make his way towards you. Even though Jack and everyone was in the VIP section you still wanted to go out into the crowd. “Baby you want me to lift you up?” Jack yelled over the singing and crying fans. “What.” You gave him a confused look. “I’ll put you on my shoulders I can’t stand to see your short ass struggling.” He yelled.
You rolled your eyes playfully at him. “It’s okay Jack I’m sure I’ll catch his performance later or something.” You mumbled. Jack looked around and that’s when he spotted an empty spot in the VIP section and it was the perfect view of your favorite singer. “Follow me baby.” Jack took your hand and took you back up to VIP and to the spot he found.
From where you were standing you had a perfect view and you didn’t even need your phone to take videos. “Thank you Jack and I appreciate your little offer but I promise I’m not that short.” He chucked. “If you say so shorty.” You rolled your eyes but focused your attention back to Bad Bunny.
Jack stood there and couldn’t help but to admire you he grinned watching you sing and dance along to the music. Even though he knew you hated being short he just couldn’t help but to love it.
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“You need some help baby?” The sound of Jack’s voice snapped you out of your little day dream. You rolled your eyes and huffed again, not even bothering to give him the time of day he was the reason you were making a complete fool out of yourself.
He smirked once he realized you were upset with him. He walked into the kitchen some more and leaned against the kitchen counter, with his freckled arms crossed around his bare chest he watched you with amusement. His curls hung loosely on his forehead.
“Just let me help you baby you know you’re a little shorty.” There goes that awful nickname. “I don’t need your help.” You snapped as you had one leg on the counter and the other standing straight up. One arm was leaning you on the counter top while the other you used to reach the measuring cups.
“I mean it looks like you need help to me.” Jack wasn’t complaining though he was loving the view, especially when you jumped and moaned a little he licked his lips as your boobs bounced up and down and the way your ass bounced as you jumped as well.
After awhile you eventually gave up you hit the counter and groaned. “Alright can you just get it.” He smiled a devilish smile. “I thought you’d never ask.” You watched how he easily grabbed the measuring cups and handed them over to you.
“Why’d you do that you know I can’t reach it.” You mumbled and went to measuring the waffle mix. “I just love how short you are baby, I didn’t mean to upset you or tease you about it.” That really wasn’t his true intentions. “It still hurt my feelings you know how I feel about being short.” You mumbled.
Jack frowned and took the measuring cups away from you and tossed them into the sink and turned you around to face him, he stood in between your legs.
“I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to make you upset I know you hate being short but I love it, if I could I’d stick you in my pocket and take you everywhere with me, you’re my little shorty.”
You couldn’t help but to laugh and hug him, resting your head against his chest he hugged you back and slowly swayed the two of you.
“I love you Jack I truly love being your little shorty.” He blushed and kissed the top of your head. “Well I’m glad I get to call you my little shorty but why don’t you say we just order in, I kinda want something sweet for right now.”
“Something sweet?” He wiggled his eyebrows making your mouth open slightly. “Ohh that’s what you want well I’m sorry but this factory is closed.” He gasped.
“Wait hold on that factory is never closed.” You smirked and removed yourself from his hold. “If you didn’t hide my stuff maybe you couldn’t gotten some but not anymore.”
Jack was in complete disbelief right now. “What do I have to do for me to get some of that sweetness?” “You can help me cook.”
He nodded and the two of you cooked breakfast together, after breakfast Jack completely forgot about your little factory because the two of you fell fast asleep on the couch snuggled up together.
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blackbirdnessie · 2 months
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Ninjago incorrect quotes Garmadad
Lloyd: What are you doing here?
Emperor Garmadon: I could ask you the same question.
Lloyd: I live here. This is my house.
Emperor Garmadon: I should probably ask you a different question.
Lord Garmadon: I’m going to hell.
Lloyd: Probably.
Lord Garmadon: I'll pick you up?
Lloyd: *nodding* Carpool.
Computer: Please enter a password.
Sensei Garmadon: *types in Lloyd*
Computer: Your password is too weak.
Sensei Garmadon: How fucking DARE YOU-
Emperor Garmadon: Quick! You must come with me! Your in great danger!
Lloyd: Why?!
Emperor Garmadon: Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.
Lil Lloyd: Help! I’m drowning!
Lord Garmadon: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!
Lil Lloyd: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!
Lil Lloyd: But that’s censorship.
Lord Garmadon: Well done. You are correct. You’re being censored. Now go.
Sensei Garmadon: Just be yourself. Say something nice.
Lloyd: Which one? I can't do both.
Emporer Garmadon: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this.
Lloyd: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!
Lil Lloyd: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-
Lord Garmadon: You sleep with a teddybear.
Lil Lloyd: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!
Lord Garmadon: I love cooking breakfast. It makes the whole house smell like bacon.
Lil Lloyd: That’s true, but it also smells like fire and panic.
Lord Garmadon: You and the smoke detector need to get off my case.
Lloyd in season 4: *About to do something incredibly stupid*
Sensei Garmadon: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.
Lil Lloyd: Hand me the people opener.
Lord Garmadon: ...
Lord Garmadon: Pardon?
Lil Lloyd, annoyed: The g! Just hand it to me!
Lord Garmadon, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER?
Lil Lloyd: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle?
Lord Garmadon: Knife. It's called a knife.
*Lord Garmadon raised Lloyd Au*
Lil Lloyd: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’
Lord Garmadon: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.
Lloyd: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked*
Lord Garmadon: What did you do?!
Lloyd: NOBODY DIED!
Lord Garmadon: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!
Lloyd: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up.
Garmadon: Oh no.
Lloyd: More like "oh yes!"
Lloyd: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like?
Sensei Garmadon: Do you make any other kind?
Season 3 Garmadon: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated!
Season 11 Lloyd: Killed without hesitation.
Emperor Garmadon: If we lose, you'll go back to not being my son.
Lloyd: I was your son again?
Movie Garmadon: *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep?
Movie Lloyd: Yes?
Movie Garmadon: We’re in too deep.
Sensei Garmadon: How has life been treating you lately?
Movie Lloyd: Horribly.
Movie Garmadon: What do you call a dictionary on drugs?
Show Lloyd: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you.
Movie Garmadon: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better.
Movie and show Lloyd: ...
*movieverse At the police station*
Movie Lloyd: Hi, I’m here for Lord Garmadon.
Police officer: Who’s Garmadon?
movie Lloyd: Ah, you must be new.
Sensei Garmadon: How are you today?
Oni Lloyd: Please don’t make me think about my life.
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High Infidelity (Colby Brock)
content warnings: reader cheats with colby, super small mention of suicide (it's only mentioned in passing and not dwelled on)
You know there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love.
I sigh and roll over on the bed as I hear my phone ring for the 17th time within 30 minutes. Finally getting fed up, I answer it.
“Hello?” 
“Oh thank god, Diana? I’ve been trying to call you for ages. Look I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it. Are you okay? Where are you?” That oh-so familiar voice I’ve grown to hate. “Please tell me you’re safe. Come home.”
“I’m fine, okay? I don’t want to talk to you.” And without letting him get another word out, I end the call.
The slowest way is never loving them enough.
I sigh as I remember what he said to me. Tears fill my eyes, and I try my best to shake away the thoughts.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to break it, I swear!”
“How could you be so stupid? This is why no one loves you! You should have just killed yourself that day!”
Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?
My phone rings again, and I don’t care to check. I know it’s just Brennen again, probably wondering where I am or who I’m with.
My thoughts flashback to last night. 
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I knock on the door to Colby’s apartment. After a few minutes, the door opens and I’m met with a tired, half awake looking Colby.
His expression quickly changes once he sees me. “Are you okay? Come in.” 
I come in and immediately pull him into a hug. The tears that I’ve been holding back flow like a waterfall. 
Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?
The door opens and I’m pulled out of my thoughts.
“I didn’t realize you were awake, ” Colby remarks, a tray of toast, bacon, eggs, and a cup of coffee in his hands. “I made you breakfast.”
I smile. “Thank you.”
He places the tray on my lap, and I grab the sides so it doesn’t fall. He sits next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. I lean in to him. 
High infidelity.
I look at him, the space between us suddenly too close to be just friends. His eyes flicker to my lips, then back up to my eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks.
I, speechless, can do nothing but nod. And I feel his lips on mine; I don’t pull away. Not a thought about Brennen, about how worried he was, or how he’s been trying to find me for hours. 
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munsoninthedark86 · 10 months
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Without You(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)
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warnings: fluffiness, mentions of alcohol/hangovers
pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
word count: 0.5k
summary: after a night of drinking, Eddie's lover makes him breakfast and wears his shirt as she does
a/n: short and sweet, but I wanted to post some fluff.
It’s late in the afternoon when you finally open your eyes. You feel a little hungover from the night before, but not as bad as it’s been before. Memories of other nights where you got even more drunk than last night; they flash in your mind before you close your eyes once more. The partial sunlight coming in through the crack in Eddie’s blackout curtains is getting to you and you need to hide under the covers once more.
“Don’t wanna get up,” Eddie mumbles and he rolls over. He’s quick to wrap his arms around you, and he scoots your body a little closer to him. There’s a soft sound of him inhaling; clearly he finds your aroma very comforting.
“We don’t need to get up, baby.” There’s a smile on his face when you say this. He snuggles a little tighter, a deep sigh coming from him.
“Good, cause I don’t wanna just yet.”
You let out a soft chuckle. You know that you probably should get up and cook him some breakfast. You both had a big night last night, and the last thing you want is for Eddie to be sick when he wakes up.
With a little more whines and complaints from Eddie, you eventually get out of his hold and get out of the bed. You pick up one of his shirts from the ground and pull it on. Then you slide your feet into your worn out slippers and you pad your way into the kitchen. It’s quiet in here, so you turn on the radio for a little music. As one of your favorite rock songs begins playing, you feel yourself slowly wake up.
It doesn’t take long for you to have breakfast coming along. The coffee is brewing, the toast is in the toaster and you’re almost done with the scrambled eggs.  Just the smell of the bacon alone was enough to get Eddie out of bed. He stumbles into the kitchen, a little bleary eyed and definitely hungover, and he smirks when he sees you cooking. Eddie doesn’t understand what he did to get so lucky to have you, but he doesn’t question it in fear of jinxing it. He just knows that when he looks at you, his heart skips a beat every time. You make him smile so much and be so grateful.
“Hi, sleepyhead.” You wave to him with the spatula. Eddie swears you’ll kill him with your cuteness one day.
Eddie makes his way up to you and he wraps his arms around you. His lips are light on yours as he quickly kisses you. It still manages to make you dizzy with lust and love. You take a deep breath, breathing him in deeply. He smells so good, just as always. Eddie smiles but then his heart swells with love. What you’re wearing is so adorable.
“Baby, is that my shirt?” He asks, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.
“Yeah, it is. Why? Do you like it better off of me?”
Eddie chuckles, “I love you, baby. Don’t ever change.”
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hardsouldreamer · 3 months
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hi love! i love your writing!!! could you do an imagine where y/n is louis’ daughter, and all the boys are her uncles but she’s especially close to niall- and the boys & her dad find out she used to self-harm/still struggles with it?
if this is out of your comfort zone i’m so sorry!!!
Hey I'm so sorry if you have been waiting a while and of course I can x If anyone does struggle with self harm please reach out to someone. There are people who care about you.
Pairing: Dad!Louis x Daughter!Reader x Uncles!Niall,Harry,Liam,Zayn
Warnings: Self-harm,mention of a panic attack, swearing, lots of fluff at the end. my horrible writing skills.
y/n/n= Your nickname
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"Y/n, I'm just going to the shop with Liam. Be good." Dad shouts up the stairs. I'm kinda offended that he thinks I won't be good, but whatever. Quickly, I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day. Throwing on a long sleeved shirt to cover my wrists that are covered with current cuts and past scars. Don't get me wrong I love my Dad and my uncles, but it's the hate that I get, it's too much. There are things I have read that I would never wish upon anyone else. So why do I get it so often? Am I not good enough? My train of thought gets interrupted with a knock at my door, " Y/n/n you ok?" Uncle Niall asks.
"Uhhh yeah." Dammit.
"You sure kid?" Uncle Niall presses on.
"Yeah, I'll be downstairs in a minute." I hear him sigh and walk away, back downstairs most likely. I finish getting ready and head downstairs. Uncle Harry is cooking as usual and Uncle Zayn is sat at the table on his phone, Uncle Niall is in the living room. So, I decide to scare him. Running in quietly and grabbing onto his shoulders with a loud "Raw". He jumps out of his skin as I erupt into a fit of giggles.
"Breakfast is ready!" Uncle Harry calls from the kitchen and like usual me and Uncle Niall race to the dinning room table. " I win" I smile victoriously with a hand on the table. Uncle Niall playfully rolls his eyes as he takes a seat. Uncle Niall is my favourite, he is so much more fun and we have epic laughs together. I sit down next to him and grab a piece of bacon off his plate, "Thanks Uncle Ni." He simply shakes his head displeased at the fact I stole his food. "Arent you abit hot in your long sleeves? It's blistering in here." Uncle Zayn asks changing subject. I shrug "It's fine" I say hoping he won't make me go upstairs and change my shirt. "Go up stairs and change it, can't have you dieing of heat stroke on our watch Louis would kill us." Uncle Zayn had a point but I'm not changing. No way. I simply shake my head and stay sat down " Go on. Then we can go outside and play with the water guns." Uncle Niall says. I look down a defeated sigh escaping my lips. I don't have enough bracelets to keep my arms covered. Shit.
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My mind starts reeling with all the ways I can hide my arms. "Y/n." Uncle Harry says in a warning tone, telling me I have to go or I'll be in trouble. As I head to get up, a sudden wave of dizziness washes over me. Dammit. I sit back down and wait a few minutes. "Ya sure you're alright?" Uncle Nialls Irish accent breaks the silence, "Ye.. yeah, I just got dizzy as I stood up." Uncle Niall is quick to get up and gently take my wrist in his hand. I flinch back in pain and suck in a breath. He goes to roll my sleeve up, but I pull my arm away before he can touch it. Shit they are gonna be onto me. "What's up with your wrist?" Uncle Zayn asks. I look like a deer in headlights as the question sinks in. That's when I make the split-second decision to sprint upstairs to Dad's bathroom. I make it their with no issue, but the others are hot on my heels. I just about manage to lock the door before they can barge in. As I back away from the door, I start breathing rapidly as a panic attack sets in. The door handle keeps jiggling as they keep trying to open it. That's when I hear the door behind me open. I completely forgot about that door, the door that leads into Dad's room. A familiar pair of arms wrap around me as I unintentionally scream slightly at the sudden contact. "It's me y/n/n." Irish accent. Uncle Niall. I swiftly turn around and cry into his chest once I realise. "I'm sorry," I babble out as I try to control my breathing and continue sobbing in his arms. Uncle Ni just holds me silently, his hand cradling my head, holding it to his chest, his other on the middle of my back. "Shhh," he says every once in a while. My legs soon give way, and Uncle Niall is the only thing holding me up. He seemed to decide that it would be safer if we were both on the floor, so he slowly sits on the floor with me in his arms. Uncle Zayn and Uncle Harry soon walk in from the same door Uncle Ni did. I don't pay much attention to the words they say to each other, just basking in the comfort Uncle Ni is offering. One of the two walks out and starts talking to someone on the phone. roughly twenty minutes after the phone call, my breathing soon evens out, and I feel a sudden urge of tiredness wash over me, "Uncle Ni?"
"Yeah y/n/n?"
"I'm tired." I mumble out with little sniffles. "Oh, Darling." I hear from behind Uncle Ni. I lift my head up to see Dad looking at me with a sympathetic look. He kneels down and pulls me from Uncle Ni and into his chest. Instantly, I'm hit with the smell of cigarettes and his cologne. The others all joined in the hug soon after. "Let's have a look at those wrists, yeah, love?" Dad gently says. I whine in response, but there is no use in fighting them, plus I don't have the energy anymore. Uncle Zayn and Uncle Harry start to roll my sleeves up as Uncle Ni softly rubs my back. As soon as my sleeves are at elbow length, they all stop and stare. I notice their eyes water as they look at my wrists. "Why?" Uncle Zayn asks, his voice breaking slightly. "T...t..the H...ate." I stutter out. They all remain silent, but anger flashes across Uncle Harry's eyes. No, not anger. Rage. He looked furious. Only for a split second, though. He seemed to be deeply affected by them two words. They all did. Uncle Liam came upstairs with antiseptic cream in hand. No. "Hold still love. This is gonna hurt a lot." Uncle Harry warns. Turns out the antiseptic hurts so much worse than when you inflict the wound. Ten long minutes pass before they finally let go of my arms, and each one takes me into a hug. "Talk to us, baby girl. Please." Dad begs slightly while he holds me in his arms, "My beautiful little girl." He whispers in my ear before he stands up, picking me up bridal style, which makes me giggle slightly. "We should all just build a pillow fort with chocolate milkshakes and a disney movie?" He suggests I agree faster than light wriggling out of Dad's grasp running to Uncle Ni wrapping my arms around him, who wraps his arms around me, returning the hug. The rest just laugh and aw. Dad just crosses his arms and mouths 'traitor' to me. I stick my tongue out, and he playfully raises his eyebrows. We all headed downstairs and have a good time.
Everyone but me and Uncle Niall had fallen asleep. "You're gonna look really cool with those scars I know it." I just look at him with a look of confusion and insecurity.He seems to take the hint at the fact that I hate the scars left behind. "Tell ya what when you are eighteen. I will buy you a tattoo to cover them up if ya want?" He offers. I nod and reply with,"I'll hold ya to it." While trying and failing, to mock his accent playfully, he just laughs slightly and kisses my cheek. "Good night, Uncle Ni"
"Good night, miracle girl." I then fall asleep snuggled up to Uncle Nialls chest and a huge smile on my face. Just because I felt alone doesn't mean I was. I was just looking in the wrong direction.
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BNHA Pro Heroes as Incorrect Quotes
Warnings: NSFW quotes, mentions of drugs, alcohol, murder, arson, and cigarettes, swearing)
Eraserhead: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.
Present Mic: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.
Eraserhead: But you’re always acting stupid?
Present Mic: …
Present Mic: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.
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Edgeshot: If you kill me, my teeth only have a 2% drop rate.
Kamui Woods: What?
Edgeshot: Good luck.
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Ryukyu: Did you have to stab them?
Miruko: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.
Ryukyu: What did they say?
Miruko: "What are you going to do, stab me?"
Ryukyu: That’s fair.
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Edgeshot: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?
Best Jeanist: *crouches down*
Present Mic: *kneels down*
Fat Gum: *sits on the floor*
Edgeshot: …
Edgeshot: I hate all of you.
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Hawks: *watching their house burn down*
Hawks: ...
Hawks: *starts filming* Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non-microwavable! Step one: deny everything.
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Edgeshot: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?
Best Jeanist: Like its slips on and off really easily.
Edgeshot: ...
Best Jeanist: No, I didn't mean it like that-
Gang Orca: We know what you meant.
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Miruko: If it pleases the court I would like to say that my opponent is TALKING SHIT!
Endeavor: …
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Mount Lady: I hope no one lowkey hates me.
Mount Lady: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being.
Mount Lady: Go big or go home.
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Best Jeanist: Hey, Shinya. What kind of flowers do you prefer?
Edgeshot: I like sunflowers.
Best Jeanist, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-
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Kamui Woods: When Yuu was born, the gods said, "She’s too perfect for this world."
Midnight: Please. When she was born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."
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Hawks: It smells like henway in here.
Endeavor:
Edgeshot: Endeavour.
Edgeshot, forcefully: Doesn't it smell like henway in here?
Endeavor: *sigh*
Endeavor: What's a henway?
Hawks: OH ABOUT TEN POUNDS!
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Best Jeanist: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?
Hawks: How did you know I was up until 3am?
Endeavor: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.
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All Might: What happened?!
Present Mic:  Do you want the long version or the short version?
All Might: Sh-short??
Present Mic: Shit's fucked.
All Might: Okay, long.
Present Mic: Shit's very fucked.
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Present Mic: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.
Eraserhead: This is a lie.
Eraserhead: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.
Eraserhead: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.
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Mount Lady, pointing a camera at Edgeshot: There they are, our sweet baby.
Edgeshot, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?
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Sir Nighteye: So, according to my university, it is, quote, “my responsibility if there is an internet outage to contact the faculty and the department.”
Sir Nighteye: Now, if you’re a critical thinker like me, you might be wondering one thing.
Sir Nighteye: HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO EMAIL THE DEPARTMENT?!?!?!
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Eraserhead: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Hizashi meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.
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Fat Gum: How are you today?
Sir Nighteye: Please don’t make me think about my life.
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Best Jeanist walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Shinya, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.
Edgeshot, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)
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Edgeshot: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens."
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Gang Orca: Oh god, they texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Tsunagu. They're mad at you.
Best Jeanist: No, it's Shinya. They're just being grammatically correct!
*meanwhile*
Edgeshot: And then I used a period so they'd know that I'm mad at them.
Kamui Woods: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'.
Edgeshot: I stand by my choice.
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Sir Nighteye: Why is Hizashi crying?
Eraserhead: They saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-
Present Mic: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!
Sir Nighteye: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-
Present Mic: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!
Sir Nighteye: NO, NOT THAT!
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*Everyone is giving advice to Eraserhead*
All Might: It's okay to ask for help.
Midnight: You're not a burden.
Present Mic: Murder is okay.
Tensei: Your feelings matter.
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Miruko: What’s it like being tall?
Hawks: Is it nice?
Edgeshot: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?
All Might: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.
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Midnight: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.
Eraserhead: Being a fish.
Midnight: Well, shit.
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Sir Nighteye: I can't believe you've done this.....
All Might: I'm sorry I didn't know-!
Sir Nighteye, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!
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*During their UA days*
Edgeshot: What if I lied this whole time and I'm actually 18?
Best Jeanist: Kamihara, stop trying to get drugs.
Edgeshot: Don't suppress my interests.
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Sir Nighteye: Guys where did Fat Gum go?
Ryukyu: He got arrested.
Sir Nighteye: How the hell-
Fat Gum: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.
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Midnight: What's worse than a heartbreak?
Tensei: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging.
Present Mic: Waking up in the morning.
Eraserhead: Waking up.
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Edgeshot: Hawks just insisted Tsunagu and I remember a code word in case we’re ever confronted by their clone or a cyborg doppelgänger and we’re not sure which is the real them and which is the imposter.
Edgeshot: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.
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Present Mic: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.
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Miruko: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container.
Edgeshot: The cow??
Miruko: What?
Ryukyu: Shinya, W H Y?
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Kamui Woods: Your smile? It makes my day.
Mount Lady: Your happiness? I live for that.
Edgeshot: A room? Get one.
Fat Gum: Hotel? Trivago.
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Hawks: From now on we will be using code names.
Hawks: You can address me as Eagle One.
Hawks: Miruko is “been there done that”.
Hawks: Endeavor is “currently doing that”.
Hawks: Edgeshot is “it happened once in a dream”.
Hawks: Best Jeanist is “if I had to pick a dude”.
Hawks: And Ryukyu is..
Hawks: Eagle Two
Ryukyu: Oh thank god.
And that concludes this post! I hope this was funny enough for anyone reading this!
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