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bettysupremacy · 5 months
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okay hear me out!!! Abby telling mike all the things her and y/n did that day, very cliché things but still so cute!! (loosely based off of best day by taylor swift... but...)
it’s like you knew my weak spot was Taylor Swift
“It was the best day ever.” Abby muffles, mouthful of salad.
Mike stands in the kitchen, back to her. He looks silly in a pretty pink apron Abby had picked out at the store, but he doesn’t mind. He wears it to let her giggle at the bow tied behind him. Steam smokes from the pots and pans around him.
“Oh, yeah?” He asks, stress keeping a low profile. He turns the burner nobs to lower settings.
“Yeah,” She emphasizes. “Really, we went to the mall, did you know there was a store just for dolls?”
“Yuh uh.” The pasta water is boiling over, shit. “What’s it- what’s it called? The girl doll store?”
“American Girl Doll.”
“That’s the one.”
Abby shrugs, flicking her bangs before stabbing wildly into her bowl. “It was so amazing, they have a cafe in there.”
Mike’s heart spikes at the thought of you spending money on his sister. It’s thoughtful, truly, but that’s his job now. He took on this roll. “You uh,” he mixes the pasta sauce. “you eat in there?”
“Yes.” She gushes, finishing the remnants of the salad Mike had made her. “But that was hours ago, and I’m hungry again.”
“That’s okay. That’s totally fine. Pastas almost done.”
“Good.” She juts her hand out to Mike, letting him lean over to toss her bowl in the sink with a clatter. “I got lemonade and a cheeseburger.”
“Wow.” Mike smiles, finally at ease with the chaos of cooking. He wipes his hands off messily, resting his them on the counter as he watches Abby with a light grin. “You’ve never eaten those for me.”
“Yeah,” She shrugs flippantly. “it was my first time.”
“I know, you like it?”
“It was soooo good, is the pasta done?”
Mike turns over his shoulder, “Shit, yeah.” He rushes to flip off the timer that now counts down from ten.
“Jar.”
“I’m not putting money in a jar.” He scoffs. “This is my own home.”
He spoons the pasta into a clean bowl, ditching the spoon for a fork when he realizes it’s a hopeless cause. He forks more than he thinks she’ll eat, but that’s okay, because at least she’s eating. She doesn’t have to finish it.
“We didn’t buy a doll.” She pulls the warm bowl in front of her, mixing the pasta sauce into her noodles. “They were creepy, I didn’t like them.”
“I don’t like them either.”
“But she got me a cupcake and ohhhhh my godddd, Mike.” She squeals. “It looked just like Chica’s, I didn’t want to eat it!”
“Did you?”
“Yeah, it was good.”
Halfway through the bowl she taps out. To be expected. Mike isn’t mad. Instead he grabs her plate, scraping the leftovers into dingy tupperware. It’s quiet besides the rumble of AC and Abby. She taps the counter to the tune of a television show she’d been watching earlier.
“Go uh,” He trails off, distracted with the dish.
“Shower?” She helps.
“That.”
“Ok.” She hops off the counter bench, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand messily. “Mike?”
“Yes?” He eyes her over his shoulder.
“I like her. Can we hang out again?”
He laughs turning back around. “Maybe. Go shower.”
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worldlxvlys · 6 days
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Can you write a fic based on Wednesdays video and we notice he not wearing underwear and it’s visible -don’t know how to explain it well🫣
distracted
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chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: smutttt, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, fantasizing, choking, oral (male receiving), handjob, degradation
a/n: @sophssturn also requested something very similar but my dumbass accidentally deleted the request 😭
hope you enjoy !!
i swear i wasn’t looking on purpose.
ok, that’s a straight lie.
but it’s almost as though he wanted me to look, he knew exactly what he was doing.
he wore those grey sweats, which he knew made me go crazy.
and to top it off, he decided not to wear any underwear ? what a slut.
he knew good and damn well that he was too big to be walking around without any boxers on.
and to do it while he was filming ? when he knew there was nothing i could say or do about it ? yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.
i was sitting behind the camera, watching as he cooked burgers for everyone.
every time he moved just a little too quickly, his dick would press against his light-colored sweatpants, the outline of his bulge showing.
of course i was aware of how big he was, but that didn’t mean the entire internet need to know too.
as i continued to stare at him, my eyes scanned over his entire body, imagining him in a completely different scenario.
instead of his wrists flicking with every flip of a burger, they were straining against a restraint, and i was watching him squirm desperately under me.
his pretty mouth was being suffocated under the weight of my body, while my aching heat was shoved in his face.
instead of the oil from the cooked meat dripping down his hands, it was a layer of my arousal decorating his long fingers.
when he threw his head back, moaning at the taste of the hamburger, i imagined him moaning my name while i bounced on his-
“helloooo? did you hear me?” chris asked, pulling me back to reality.
“oh, sorry. i was distracted” i answered, now realizing that everything was cleaned up, and matt and nick had already went off to do whatever.
in front of me sat a hamburger, placed perfectly between two buns on a plate.
“distracted by what?” he asked as he watched me take a bite of the food.
i took a minute to finish chewing before answering, “what do you think?” i deadpanned, watching as he looked at me in confusion.
“you seriously don’t know?” i asked, continuing to eat the burger.
when i finished, he pointed to my mouth, “you have a little..” he trailed off as he collected a bit of juice that dribbled down my lips from the meat.
before he could do anything else, i grabbed his finger, looking up at him as i licked the small bit of liquid from his finger.
he stared at me with his mouth hanging open slightly, before i let go of his hand.
“ tastes good” i spoke to him, making him whine in response.
i reached forward, palming him through his sweats, making him moan out in surprise.
“tell me, what did you think was gonna happen?” i asked as my hand made its way into his sweatpants.
“i- fuck, i don’t know” his head fell back as he whispered, hands gripping my waist.
“yes, you do chris. you did it for a reason, what is it ?” i asked as i left a light kiss to the shell of his ear.
i didn’t get an answer as i began to stroke his length.
i squeezed his base lightly, making him groan in response.
“answer me or i’ll make you cum in your pants out here like the dirty slut you are”
“shit” he breathed out raggedly, attempting to compose himself, “i wanted you to fuck me”
“you could’ve just asked baby”
“but i-“ he shuddered the feeling of my hands continuously squeezing him, “i need it rougher”
at those words, i pulled my hand from his pants, “say fucking less” i spoke as i grabbed his hand, pulling him to his room.
when we got there, i closed and locked the door behind us, before pushing him into it roughly.
“talk to me chris. tell me what you want” i spoke.
“ i told you already, i-” i brought my hand to his throat, squeezing it slightly.
“excuse me?” i asked him, eyebrows raised.
his eyes widened slightly, his gaze dropping to my lips. “try that again” i told him.
“i need you to fuck me” he whispered. “louder” i spoke.
“need you to fuck me” he spoke, his voice slightly raised.
“louder”
“they’re gonna hear-” he started before i cut him off, “i don’t really give a fuck. you wanna act like a little bitch in heat ? i’ll treat you like one, say it louder”
“please, please fuck me. need you to fuck me so bad” he spoke up, whining desperately.
“was that so hard?” i asked, tilting my head to the side.
i slid my hand up to grab his jaw, pulling his face toward mine into a heated kiss.
my hands wove into his hair, harshly tugging on his brown locks while his found their way around my waist.
i swallowed his moans as my lips danced along his greedily.
i ran my hands down his clothed chest, letting my fingertips toy with the hem of his shirt.
he took the hint, pulling away for a second to pull his shirt off, before his lips found their way back to mine.
my hands explored the new skin, running along his chest before stopping at his waistband.
i teasingly rubbed his stomach, fingers brushing the waistband but never moving past it.
he pulled away to speak, his mouth slightly open, “don’t tease”
i raised my eyebrows at him, grabbing him by his arm and guiding him to sit on the bed.
“maybe if you weren’t walking around without any underwear on, i’d listen to you” i spoke as i sunk down to my knees in front of him.
his eyes widened slightly as i left a kiss to his clothed dick.
he looked down at me with hooded eyes, watching as i slowly pulled his sweatpants down.
his hard dick slapped his stomach, pre-cum dripping onto his abs.
chris’s breathing sped up in anticipation, his hands clutching the sheets underneath him.
i placed my hands on his thighs, keeping them pulled apart while i leaned forward, collecting his arousal with my tongue.
i started at his stomach, licking at the small beads of arousal, before swirling my tongue around his tip.
“fuck” he breathed out, his head instantly flying back.
“talk to me, baby. you feeling good ?” i asked him.
CHRIS’S POV
“yes, feels so good” i whispered, brows furrowing as she teased me.
she brought the palm of her hand to my tip, rubbing me in quick, circular motions.
my hips jerked up at the feeling, my mind growing fuzzy at the amount of pleasure that coursed through me.
“you think you deserve to cum ?” she asked, looking up at me through her lashes.
she pulled her hand off of me suddenly, deciding to tease me more.
my mouth hung open, but i was unable to form any words as my mind was consumed with her.
her hands, running up my thighs, but always stopping just before her fingers could graze my dick.
her face, glaring up at me with that look in her eyes that told me i was going to be gone by the end of tonight.
her lips, so plump, curved to fit around my dick perfectly.
“please, i need your mouth” i whined as she moved her face closer to me, her breath tickling my painfully hard cock.
“yeah? well i need you to learn how to listen” she spoke, moving away from me.
if there was one thing she loved to do, it was tease me. she wanted to push me to my limits until i lost it.
and she knew exactly how to get me there.
“ok, ok, i’m sorry. please, please, i need your mouth so bad”
ignoring my pleas, she pulled her shirt over her head.
“you never answered my question earlier, chris” she spoke.
her words went in one ear and out the other, however, when i saw what she was wearing underneath her clothes.
“fuck” i groaned out at the site of the black lace that adorned her skin.
the bra had a low cut, her tits sitting perfectly in the cups.
the bottom left little to the imagination, the lips of her pussy hugging the small string of fabric that barely covered it.
“do you deserve to cum?” she repeated her question from earlier, tilting her head at me.
“yes” i spoke quickly, desperate to have her in any way i could.
“i don’t know, you didn’t answer me the first time” she spoke, moving to straddle my waist.
“guess i’ll take that as a no” she spoke as my hands found their was to her hips.
“cum before i tell you and i swear to god i’ll edge you until you start crying” she spoke firmly as she lined herself up with my dick.
“f-fuck” i groaned at the feeling of her pussy sucking up my sensitive tip.
i held her close to me while she continued to take me inch by inch, until her hips met mine.
when i bottomed out, we both let out moans of content.
she began to roll her hips into mine slowly, before bouncing on my cock.
i watched as her covered tits bounced in my face with every one of her harsh movements on top of me.
i squeezed her hips tightly, needing something to grab onto as she found her rhythm.
her tight pussy continued to squeeze me, each pull of her hips pushing me deeper and deeper into a euphoric state.
“g-god, feels so good” i groaned out, watching her eyes light up at the praise.
“yeah?” she asked, grabbing my jaw to pull my face closer to hers.
“fuck yes, you’re so good to me baby” i spoke against her lips.
she ground her hips down against mine as she pressed a fervent kiss to my lips, her fingers finding their way back to my hair.
when i pulled away, i left kisses on her neck, making my way down to her boobs.
“so beautiful” i whispered up to her.
“hmm, so sweet to me” she spoke, “but i’m still not letting you cum” she pushed my chest, making me fall back onto the bed.
she laid her hands on my chest, using it as leverage to increase her speed on top of me.
“you look so good on top of me like this” i groaned out.
i was barely holding it together, something about the way she took control made me lose my mind.
“i’m so close” i whined as the sounds of our skin slapping against each other’s filled the room.
“well that sucks for you then, huh ?” she asked as she brought her hand to my throat, lightly choking me.
my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the action, my fingers digging into her thighs.
“i- please, i need it, need it so bad” i struggled to form a logical sentence as she leaned back, placing her hands on my thighs.
“oh my g-god” i moaned, desperately trying to hold back my orgasm.
“wait until i tell you” she spoke, moving my head to look at her.
i glanced down to where our bodies met, getting lost in the way her glistening pussy engulfed my dick.
i could’ve came from the sight alone.
“please, please, please” i repeated the word like it was a chant, knowing i wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer.
“i’m almost there, baby. so close, just hold on a little bit longer for me”
my head flew back when she clenched around me, eliciting a loud moan from me.
“fuck, let go for me chris. let it all out” she moaned as she continued to clench around me.
i sat up to close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her waist to hold her close to me.
my legs began to shake, my abdominal muscles tightening as i was hit with a shockwave of pleasure.
my hips bucked up into her, making her moan while i shot my load into her weeping hole.
“fuck chris, right there ! right there” she cried out as i unintentionally thrusted into her, my cock buried as deep as it could go inside of her.
she let out one last moan as i felt her release all over me, my dick coated in her pleasure.
my body went limp underneath her, letting her take control as she worked us through our highs.
once we both calmed down, she lifted herself off of me slowly, before making her way to my bathroom.
when she returned, she held two towels in either hand; one wet and one dry.
she gently rubbed the wet towel against my skin, cleaning up the sticky substance that resided from our previous orgasms.
“are you ok my love? did i hurt you?” she asked me while she continued to clean me up.
she took the second towel, drying my wet skin while i answered, “no baby. i’m ok” i smiled lightly at her.
“good” she answered before finishing up, and doing the same for herself.
she discarded the towels in the hamper before coming back over to me.
“wanna take a shower?” she asked as her hands found their way to my waist, rubbing light circles into it.
“yeah” i spoke as i went to stand up, immediately halting my movements when it felt like my legs were going to give out.
“what’s wrong?” she asked, noticing the way i quickly sat back down.
“my legs are…” i trailed off, searching for a word that wouldn’t make the effect she had on me so obvious.
i didn’t need to feed her ego any more than i already had.
it was no use, though, as she picked up on what was happening.
“you can’t walk ?” she asked, a smug grin growing on her face.
“shut up” i spoke, shaking my head at her.
“awww, it’s ok baby, i’ll take care of you” she spoke, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
she went to help me up before pausing, “want me to pick you up?” she teased.
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mysecretlittlelibrary · 6 months
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Prettiest Sight
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: really just cockwarming technically, sort of exhibitionism/voyeurism, Bucky has a filthy mouth even in such a casual setting, honestly this isn't much compared to some of my others lol
Genre: fluff and smut
Summary: Steve wants to draw you and Bucky and you plan to let him
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You stride into your room humming to yourself as you finish a text. When you enter, Steve and Bucky are lounging around, Steve at the desk, and Bucky on the couch watching TV.
"Oh hey guys. I didn't realize you'd be back already." You say.
"We just went on a coffee run." Steve reminds you, tapping your coffee cup with his pencil.
"Well yeah I know but sometimes that shop gets busy." You shrug.
"Where did you get off to princess?" Bucky asks.
"Just had some laundry I thought I'd take care of while you were out. I just sat up there til I could put them into the dryer so I didn't forget." You explain grabbing your coffee from the table and taking a sip.
"Oh okay."
"What ya doin Stevie?" You ask looking over his shoulder where he's hunched over at your desk.
"Just some sketching." He mutters.
"He's been at it most of the morning. Even at the coffee shop, he was doodling away while we were waiting." Bucky tells you.
"Really?" You hum. "Can I see some of them?" You ask.
"They aren't like- great or anything just, trying some things." Steve mutters handing you the sketchbook. You flip through the drawings with wide eyes. Some of them are simple, outlines and such some barely more than shadows, but other pages are much more detailed, vivid depictions of places and things and the occasional person.
"These are impressive Stevie. You shouldn't sell yourself short." You tell him sitting down in Bucky's lap.
"Are these just strangers?" Bucky asks peaking at one of the drawings with an arm wrapped around your waist.
"Yeah- I don't draw people a lot but every once in a while I'll try." Steve shrugs.
"Well you could always draw us if you want the practice." You say with a wink. You're pretty sure he'll never actually take you up on the offer but you're not joking.
"Wanna draw us like one of your French girls Stevie?" Bucky smirks resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Don't tease. I was being serious." You lightly smack Bucky's thigh in reprimand.
"Actually- I did have this one idea." Steve mutters his cheeks tinged pink slightly.
"Really?" Bucky blinks at him.
"You wanna draw us?" Even you're surprised.
"If you guys don't mind."
"Of course we don't. What's the idea?" You ask. Steve doesn't answer immediately, but the tint in his cheeks is spreading in the space left after your question.
"Oh shit he really does want to draw us like Jack's French girls." Bucky laughs.
"Stop it." You roll your eyes. "Is that it Steve?"
"Well kind of. Unfortunately, my recollection isn't great otherwise I would just draw it from memory but- it's just that you always look so beautiful when Buck or I am filling you I thought it'd be a nice moment to immortalize." Steve explains and the revelation sends a shiver down your spine and has your core clenching slightly.
"Oh." You breathe out.
"You- wanna draw us with her sitting on my dick?" Bucky asks and you almost squirm at his words, the imagery now vividly at the forefront of your mind.
"It's a real pretty sight." Steve says.
"I mean I know it is Steve I'm just- surprised. You've never been one for that kind of exhibitionistic interest." Bucky says.
"Whatever man." Steve rolls his eyes. "Y/n? What are you thinking?" He asks you hesitantly.
 "I mean I'm not- against it. You just want me like in Bucky's lap?" You ask.
"Yeah pretty much."
"Well if Bucky's fine with it-"
"You'll never have to convince me to do something that involves you on my dick." Bucky shrugs.
"You are so vulgar." You roll your eyes.
"You had no problem with my vulgarity last night princess." Bucky kisses the back of your neck.
"Down boy." You joke. "Stevie you wanna give this idea of yours a try or what?"
"Now?" He blinks.
"Yeah why not? We're all here and you've got your sketchpad." You shrug. "Just tell us what to do and we can make it happen."
"O- okay, well you'll need to strip." Steve says.
"Risque." Bucky jokes as you climb off of his lap to tug off your shorts and t-shirt.
"You too Bucky." Steve says.
"Can do." Bucky winks at Steve shuffling down his jeans and pulling his shirt over his head.
"Actually- y/n put on one of our shirts that you've highjacked." Steve says.
"Hey you guys leave your clothes in here half the time." You protest but you grab one of Steve's shirts from your drawer anyway. You put it on and walk back over to Bucky on the couch.
"And the other half of the time you just go into our rooms and take things." Bucky says tapping your butt lightly. You stick your tongue out at him in response and he chuckles.
"Anyway, do you need a little warm-up y/n?" Steve asks.
"A warm-up?" You ask.
"Well yeah- you'll be sitting for a little bit, you both need to be somewhat comfortable." Steve says as if it's obvious.
"Oh." It's all you can come up with in response.
"Come here doll, let's get you ready hm, although- I'd bet you're already dripping for us like always." Bucky spins you to face him, a hand wrapping around your thigh, fingers settling incredibly close to your center. Close enough that if he stretched the digits he'd be touching, but where they are now it's just enough for you to be hyperaware of the closeness.
"Now's really not the best time for one of your games Bucky." Steve cautions.
"There's never a bad time for those." Bucky winks. Steve rolls his eyes which only makes Bucky's smirk widen as if he has every intention of riling you both up.
"This is supposed to be about me drawing you two babe, can't do that if you're just gonna make a mess of her til she's begging for both of us." Steve says and you almost want to abandon the drawing in favor of that when he says it.
"Alright I'll be nice." Bucky concedes tapping against your thigh lightly. The action instinctually has your legs spreading enough for him to slip two fingers between your slick folds. "Just like I thought, so wet before anyone even had to touch you. Always so ready for us." Bucky hums as he pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, stretching you. You can't help the small whimpers and moans that fall from your lips at Bucky's ministrations with both men watching intently. A few minutes of playing your body like a custom instrument have you unsteady on your feet and that's when Bucky withdraws. "I'd say you're ready." He says sliding his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean and the action makes your walls clench. You take a deep breath before speaking again.
"Do you want me facing you Stevie? Or should I be facing Bucky for this?" You ask.
"Face me sweetheart." Steve says. You nod and climb onto Bucky's lap straddling him with your back to Bucky. You take Bucky in your hand and he hisses but he can't dwell on the sweet grip of your fingers because in the next moment, you're sinking down onto him, the molten heat of your core envelops him like the sweetest torture. You take your time settling on top of him, 'unintentionally' grinding further against his erection until his hands squeeze warningly against your hip. "Behave you two. I'm serious about drawing you." Steve warns.
"Of course baby." You smile innocently at him.
"Alright- Bucky get comfortable but your legs need to be spread so I can actually see where you're joined oh and slip your hand into her shirt, cup one of her boobs. And you can put your other hand on her thigh." Steve gives you a series of directions which Bucky follows quickly. "Y/n you can lean back against him." Steve adds and you settle against Bucky's chest, and his head rests on your shoulder. "Good girl. Now you guys can just sit there while I draw."
"Do we gotta be quiet and still or-" Bucky trails.
"I mean as long as you don't move too much it's fine, and you can definitely talk, at least until I'm drawing your faces but I'll let you know when I'm at that point." Steve's already started sketching, his eyes darting from you and Bucky to his sketchpad. Bucky swipes his thumb across the nipple of your breast that's in his hand and you gasp at the sudden stimulation.
"Bucky-" You warn.
"Sorry doll, you're just impossible to resist." He hums pressing a kiss to your neck that makes a shiver run down your spine.
"You're insufferable." You scoff at him.
"You say that but I can feel you squeezing me at my teasing." He says.
"Settle down Bucky." Steve warns him although you doubt Bucky will listen. If you're lucky he'll save the teasing for after the drawing is finished but chances are you'll end up doing way more than sitting on his dick within the hour. Bucky can be quite patient but when it comes to you neither of them is particularly good at managing their insatiability. You'll be seriously surprised if Steve manages to finish his drawing before one or both of them decides this time is better spent forcing orgasms from you.
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Aita for not taking down a jokey sign on my bathroom door when my parents came over?
Cw: talk of diarrhea. Not explicitly.
So I (21f)and 2 of my friends (20f,lets call her lilly and 23m, lets call him matt)moved into an apartment about 2 years ago and so far, everything has been good. We've been able to manage our bills, keep a clean home, I couldn't ask for better. We've known each other since middle school, there's ackward moments and small disagreements when Matt brings over his boyfriend (he almost always yells when he speaks and slams doors) but everything is generally all good.
Every apartment shared by more than one gen z is gonna have some quirks and ours is the "code brown" sign. Me and matt have IBS and occasionally have some mild to moderate.... Bowel problems and there's only one bathroom. Usually it's not a problem but there's been a few occasions where someone will be taking awhile scrolling tik Tok or whatever or taking a long shower and me or Matt have an issue.
Originally it was a group chat half joke warning that someone was having a "code brown" and no one could lolly gag in the restroom because one of us might be making trips. It became an inside joke and last year, lilly had a cheap small hanging sign made by some wood burner on Etsy that basically read on one side "All clear, private!" and on the other read "Code brown! Get going or get down!". It was hilarious and we hung it on the bathroom door and now use it unironically. All our friends enjoyed it, Matt's boyfriend loudly so but not so much my parents.
About a week ago, I finally allowed my parents to check out my place. They aren't super Christian like evangelicals but my dad has been going red pilled and more so by the day so I tried to make my apartment look less like it was shared by three liberals and wore something nice and cooked a nice dinner. I paid for lilly and matt to go catch a movie and some Wendy's on me so they'd be out of the house. All was good until my dad went to the bathroom and came back with the damn sign looking like his head was going to explode. He screamed at me that he thought I was an adult, that I was failing at getting my shit together (they don't pay for anything and i live on my own?) and I was a child for hanging up such a clearly inappropriate sign. My mom agreed, though much less Intensely and my dad proceeded to break the sign over his knee and chastise me for a good 20 minutes before grabbing his things, demanding an apology in a few days and leaving with my mom.
Once lilly and matt got home I apologized and offered to buy a new sign. Lilly and Matt were just happy nothing else was broken and I was ok. I did eventually apologize to my dad because I can see where a poop sign might be a little inappropriate for important company but tbh I forgot about it and I was so busy making dinner I didn't realize it was still up or I would of tossed it in my room and moved on. Lilly and Matt just say my dad has a stick up his ass and shouldn't of messed with the sign(it was flipped to the no code brown side so he had to flip it to see it).
Was i the asshole for not taking down a gag sign about poop when my parents came over?
What are these acronyms?
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jxckchxmpi0n · 18 days
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“Is that my shirt” prompt with Ethan??? It can be where the group meets up but reader wears Ethan’s shirt instead of her own.
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Ethan Landry x fem reader | m.list
Word count: 790
Did not proofread
Writing fluff for Ethan is my favorite thing ♡
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The group was meeting up for lunch since they couldn't do movie night this weekend. It was a small Cafe near the college so it wasn't that much of a walk, but class was running later than expected due to a movie. So you were the last to show up.
You had texted Mindy saying you'll be there in twenty minutes. You wanted to change before showing up, rushing to your apartment. You threw your purse on the couch and ran to your room.
Look through your laundry. You found a black shirt. Without double-checking it, you flipped. Throwing it on your bed, you then found some pants, taking your sweater off you threw on the black shirt and slipped the pants on. Making your way back into the living room, you grabbed your boots and your jacket.
Within ten minutes, you were in and out, now making your way to the cafe. As you were making your way to the cafe, you looked down, realizing what shirt you were wearing. It was a slasher movie from the 80s. Memories came flooding your head when you realized this wasn't your shirt. It was Ethan's.
You and Ethan have secretly been seeing each other for a while. At first, it started as friends with benefits, but then it led to more. Both of you agreed to keep it a secret for a little longer only because you liked having the relationship to yourselves.
As you were a few feet away from the cafe, you planned to not make a big deal about it. Maybe the others wouldn't notice. Entering in, you paused for a moment to find the group, Chad noticed you first. Calling out your name and waving you over.
Of course, there was only one seat open which was next to Ethan, so you swiftly sat down as the other continued their conversation. Anika was the first to greet you, Tara, Chad, and Ethan all arguing over some movie they watched the other day while Mindy sat evil eyeing them.
"How was class?" Anika's voice was soft and low compared to the others. She rested her upped body on the table as she played with her straw.
"It was good we just watched a flim on how to flim and took notes for what not to do when filming." While you were talking to Anika, Mindy's attention went to your shirt. She noticed it when you started to take your jacket off.
"Y/n is that your shirt?" Your eyes met hers, your face warmed up as everyone's attention was brought onto you.
"Oh, uhm." As you stuttered on your words, Chad spoke up.
"Ethan, don't you have one like that?"
Ethan's face was getting red as he then looked between everyone.
"Is that my shirt?" He thought back to when he was over a few days ago, things were getting heating, and he remembers throwing his shirt across your room. His eyes went wide for a moment as the dots started to connect.
"Holy shit that is your shirt!" Tara slapped Chad's shoulder as they all started to realize what's been going on.
"Okay, yes, it is his shirt!" You laughed lightly as you confessed.
"See I fucking knew it! My twenty bucks, please. " Mindy slammed her hand down on the table as her other one was shoved into her brother's face.
"I'm sorry, what?" Ethan's voice broke the silence first as Chad reached into his pocket.
"Let's see about three months ago. I had a feeling something was going on with you two. Chad here denied it because he said you would be coming to him telling him all about it. " You turned to Ethan glaring at him, which only cause him to put his hands up as he was innocent.
"We then just made a bet on if you were seeing each other and wanted to see how long it would be a "secret"" Mindy took the twenty buck from Chad and shoved it in her pocket.
"So all of you knew?" Your body hunched at the defeat of hiding it.
"Oh honey, we knew," Anika padded your shoulder to comfort you.
"Well, so much for that." Ethan looked over at you, laughing, but part of him was relieved for it to be out. He could finally touch you without worrying about the others seeing.
His hand went from his lap, and onto yours, his callous hand wrapped themselves around your thigh.
Your hand dropping down on his, lightly squeezing his. "So when did it happen? How did it happen?" Anika and Tara spoke at the same time with different questions.
"Yeah, come on, spill it!" Chad smacked Ethan's arm as the boy smiled.
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waitimcomingtoo · 4 months
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SLUT!
chapter seven: if he drops my name, then he had it coming
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Peter sat in the library the next day at a table by himself. He was studying for chemistry by himself and couldn’t help but to look up at the empty seat beside him every so often. The very seat you used to occupy. Peter was missing you more than usual today now that Gwen had gotten into his head. He just wanted to know what happened that night at the party since he no longer believed what he saw was the full story.
“Hey, are you using this seat?” Some guys asked as he put his hands on the seat you usually sat in.
“No, you can….” Peter trailed off when he looked up. The guy asking for the chair was wearing the same hockey jersey as the guy Peter caught you in bed with. The guy realized he recognized Peter as well and smiled.
“Oh, hey. It’s you. You’re that nerd Y/n was sleeping with right? That flipped out at the party?”
“I was her boyfriend.” Peter corrected. “Until you came along, anyway.”
“Shit. You guys were actually dating? My bad. I thought you were just another one of her hook ups. I’m Shane, by the way.” Shane said and held out his hand. Peter reluctantly shook his hand and wished this guy would realize that he didn’t want to talk to the guy that broke up his relationship with
“Peter. And I wasn’t just a hookup. But you and I both know she isn’t like that anyway.” Peter mumbled and went back to his work.
“You’re right, you’re right. We’ve all been cracking these jokes about her for so long that I forget what’s real. How did you do it, anyway?”
“Do what?”
“How did you get her? Brads been trying for years. Why’d she go for you?” Shane wondered.
“Well it helped that I didn’t tell the whole school she was a slut. Or harass her for years. I was actually nice to her. After Brad made sure no one else ever was.” Peter snapped before remembering you had told him he was just like Brad. You were right, after all, since Peter called you a slut just like everybody else did.
“Yeah. Brads crazy like that. I mean, look at what he did at the party.” Shane said, pulling Peter out of his pity party. He put his pen down and looked up at him as panic stirred in his chest.
“What did he do at the party?”
“What do you mean? You were there. Remember the prank?”
“What prank?” Peter asked, starting to get angry over the vague answers.
“You’ll have to ask Brad for the whole story.” Shane waved his hand. “I drank too much and passed out while he was planning everything. Pink Whitney and chalupas do not mix, but the way. I didn’t wake up for 15 hours.”
“Wait, what? Did you…did you not sleep with Y/n?” Peter asked quietly.
“Sleep with her? Dude, I’ve never even met her.” He laughed. “Brad and his friends dragged me up the stairs after I passed out so that you would catch me in bed with her. He set her up so you guys would break up. You didn’t know that?”
“What?” Peter said so loudly that the librarian shushed him.
“Sorry dude. I figured she told you that by now.” Shane whispered and hid his face from the dirty look the librarian was giving him.
“Where is Brad right now?” Peter whispered harshly.
“Probably in the gym. There’s a home basketball game today. Why?”
Peter didn’t answer and grabbed his backpack before storming out of the library. He stomped all the way to the gym and threw the doors open. People turned and gasped as Peter marched into the middle of the gym.
“DAVIS!” Peter shouted angrily, making the sound of basketballs hitting the ground and sneakers screeching halt to a stop. Brad stopping dribbling and scoffed when he saw Peter.
“What do you want, dork?” He laughed as his teammates gathered around him.
“What happened at the party?” Peter demanded. Ned, who was watching the game in the bleachers, had a feeling he knew where this was going. He hopped off the bleacher and went up to the coach.
“Hey coach. I think this very civil and mature conversation might take a minute. Would you mind telling me about my chances of making the team next semester?” Ned asked the couch as he led him towards the gym doors.
“A guy like you? Have you thought about football?” The couch asked.
“Thats a really good point. Do you have any other points you’d like to make and explain in great detail right now?” Ned asked as he and the couch left the gym. Once there were no adults around, Brad didn’t hold back.
“Fuck off, Parker. We’re in the middle of a game.” Brad said and threw the ball towards the net. Peter caught the ball with one hand, getting a surprised murmur out of the guys.
“All right. Give me the ball.” Brad laughed in embarrassment and reached for the basketball. Peter moved it away at the last second, making Brad stumble forward. People in the crowd laughed as Brads team mates exchanged looks.
“Give me the ball, loser.” Brad repeated. “Don’t make me take it from you.”
“Can you take it from me?” Peter asked innocently. Brads jaw clenched and he lunged for the ball again but Peter quickly switched it to his other hand. The crowd laughed at Brad, only making him angrier. He tried to grab the ball a few more times but Peter was always quicker.
“Fine. What do you want?” Brad asked and tried his best to sound like he couldn’t care less.
“I want to know what happened at the party. What did you do to her?”
“Fuck you.” Brad scoffed. “I don’t have to tell you anything.”
“Dude, just tell him so we can get back to the game.” Harry groaned. Brad gave him an angry look before returning his attention to Peter.
“Leave, Peter.” Brad demanded.
“No. Not until you tell me what happened.”
“I don’t have to tell you jack shit about what-“
“Brad asked her to come over to talk.” Harry interrupted. Peter looked at him in surprise and then looked at Brad for a further explanation.
“Shut the fuck up man.” Brad hissed.
“Why should I?” Harry asked. “I lost Gwen over this. Half the guys in the team got dumped because of your shit. I’m over it. Just tell the little nerd what you did so we can get back to the game.”
“What happened when she came over to talk?” Peter asked again. Brad looked at his teammates and then at the crowd before looking at the ground.
“I asked her to come over and implied that I was gonna apologize and make peace or whatever. She didn’t know there was a party going on. I knew she wouldn’t show up if she did.”
“Then what?” Peter demanded.
“Then we talked for a little bit and I offered her a ginger ale because I remembered it was her favorite soda from back when we were friends.” Brad said. He didn’t look up as he spoke but Peter could hear the faintest bit of regret in his voice.
“You should’ve seen her face when she realized I remembered, dude. She was so touched. She couldn’t believe I remembered something about her.” Brad laughed sadly as he finally looked up at Peter. There was remorse in his tone and all over his face but Peter could tell that he was trying to fight it. He didn’t want to feel bad for what he did because then he would have to admit it was wrong.
“What did you do?” Peter repeated. Brad looked at the crowd and shook his head.
“I’m not doing this here.” Brad shook his head. “I’m not saying shit.”
Peter threw the basketball at Brad and it hit him in the chest forcefully. Brad looked at Peter in shock and then angrily threw the ball back, which Peter caught.
“Why aren’t you talking, Brad? Did you do something you’re not proud of? Something you wouldn’t want all these people knowing about?” Peter asked as he started walking towards Brad.
“You better shut your mouth before I make you just as sorry as I made your little skank girlfriend.” Brad whispered for just Peter to hear.
“He slipped something in her drink.” Flash spoke up. Brad looked at Flash with betrayal and Flash just shrugged. When Peter heard this, the corner of his vision blackened. His blood felt hot in his veins. It took everything in him to not rip Brads head off right there but he needed to know more.
“I told you not to do it, man. I told you it was too far. But you insisted on getting her back. You couldn’t wait to do it that night so you might as well admit it now.” Flash said and held up his hands in defense. Everyone in the audience was staring at Brad with disgust now and he could feel each individual eye on him. He scanned the crowd and saw all their faces before looking at Peter.
At that moment, Peter snapped and lunged towards him. He grabbed a handful of Brads jersey and pulled him towards himself. Brad felt genuine fear in that moment and Peter could tell.
“You did what?” Peter asked through a clenched jaw. Brad gulped and looked back at his teammates. For the first time, they weren’t looking at him with the respect they usually had. Now, they looked embarrassed by him. Brad was the center of attention in the worst way and hated the way it made him feel.
“Relax, man.” Brad laughed nervously. “I didn’t touch her or anything. Nobody did. We’re not crazy. We were just joking. And I needed her knocked out so I could set her up.”
“Set her up how?” Peter asked and tightened his grip. Brad gulped again before putting on a look of false confidence.
“You two always call me stupid but what I did was actually really smart. I texted you from her phone and told you where she was so you could walk in and catch her “cheating”. You blew up on her like I knew you would and didn’t believe her when she tried to explain herself.”
Peter loosened his grip a little bit when he realized Brad was right. He’d become another one of the people on campus who hurt you by not believing you. When Brad realized he had gotten into Peter’s head, he grinned.
“But you know what I never expected? You calling her a slut. I didn’t think you had it in you, man. But you really delierved. She’s never gonna forgive you for that one. She probably hates you even more than she hates me.” Brad laughed obnoxiously. Peter felt his confidence in winning this argument slipping away the more he thought about what Brad was saying. If Peter had just heard you out, you’d still be together right now. There was no way you were going to forgive him now and he couldn’t even blame Brad for that part. What he could do, however, was get a little revenge for you.
“Did it hurt? When she rejected you all those years ago?” Peter asked Brad loud enough for the crowd to hear. Brads face reddened in embarrassment and he swallowed thickly.
“Yeah. Obviously.”
“Right. Obviously.” Peter mimicked. “Did it feel like this?”
Brad looked confused for a split second before Peter kicked him in the balls. Brads knees buckled and he crouched down, giving Peter the opportunity to punch him in the face. Brad fell to the floor and clutched his aching jaw.
“What the fuck? Are you kidding me right now?” Brad asked and tried to get up. Peter kicked him down and climbed on top of him before punching his face again.
“What are you doing?“ Brad shouted as blood ran from his nose.
“Tell everyone what you did!” Peter shouted back. “Tell them the truth about her.”
“Are you crazy? Let me go.” Brad said and struggled to get away from Peter, but Peter was too strong.
“Not until you admit it.” Peter demanded and punched him in the face again. Brads teammates just watched while the crowd pulled out their phones to record Peter beating the shit out of Brad. Peter was seeing red at this point and since no one was pulling him off of Brad, he just kept landing punches.
“ADMIT IT!” Peter shouted and gripped Brad by the shirt to lift his head off the ground.
“Fine! I lied about Y/n. I never slept with her. I made it up!” Brad cried as tears of fear ran down his face. He was finally feeling the fear you felt that day in the gym when Brad first gave you your reputation. It started in the gym and it was ending there.
“Why did you do it?” Peter growled.
“Because she rejected me and l wanted to hurt her the way she hurt me. So I made things up about her and called her names and my friends started it do it too. I do it because they do it and they do it because I do it and we’re all just a bunch of pigs. Is that what you wanted to hear? I call her a slut because cause I hate her and I hate her because I can’t have her. And I never stopped because no guy wanted anything to do with her so I never had to see her with anybody else. Until you. Are you happy now? Did you hear what you wanted to hear? I admit that I’m not a great guy. But you aren’t either. You’re just like me. We both suck and we both hurt ehr. So get off of me.” Brad said and pushed Peter off. Peter panted to catch his breath as he looked up at Brads teammates. He got off the ground and wiped his bloody knuckles on his shirt while staring them down.
“Anyone else have anything they’d like to confess?” Peter asked them. They exchanged looks with each other while Brad groaned in pain on the gym floor.
“I made it up. I never slept with her.” Flash admitted and then slapped one of his friends on the back of his head.
“I lied too.” The guy said. “I’ve never actually met her.”
In the most Mean Girls way possible, other guys on the team came forward one by one and admitted that they had lied about you. A few guys in the crowd did as well and earned themselves dirty looks from the girls around them. As Peter watched them admit the truth about you, he felt a weight lift off his chest. He knew he’d never be able to make things up to you but at least he got to watch you get your name back.
Unbeknownst to Peter, you were standing in the doorway of the gym and watching everything unfold. You had run to the gym when you heard there was a fight going on and were pleasantly surprised to see that Peter was the one doing the fighting. You watched the guys admit that they had lied about you and felt your “slut” label discard itself on the floor next to Brad Davis and his bloody nose. You knew that when you left the gym that day, you’d finally be able to leave your reputation behind. And that felt pretty great.
Two teachers and campus security burst past you suddenly and rushed to Peter. The security guard grabbed Peter by the arm and cuffed him before leading him towards the door you were standing beside.
“You’re so getting kicked out!” Brad called after him. Peter made eye contact with you as he was being escorted off campus and cracked a smile.
“It was worth it.” He said.
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how would the MSBY 4 react to fem!reader being stronger then they look by picking each of them up easily??
So, when I saw this immediately one thing popped into my brain. Cause you know who is stronger than they look and pick people up easily. Cheerleaders. (This is biased because I do competitive cheerleading)
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MSBY Jackals boys reacting to their cute little cheer leader girlfriend absolutely rocking their shit.
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Shoyo Hinata: he had known you did competitive cheerleading of course, but the first time he went to one of your competitions he was in awe. He had never seen anyone jump higher than him until now.
After your round was over he rushed off the bleachers and swept you up into his arms, "oh my goodness babe that was amazing! You didn't tell me you could do any of that stuff!" He pulled back and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you profusely as he shouted and rambled about what he had seen while you were on the mat.
"you were like, up and then back down and then you even picked up that other girl! All by yourself! And then you even threw her in the air!" The smile on his face was one you'd never forget, he looked so proud of you but to you this was just another thing you did regularly.
"Shoyo I have to pick people up like that every single day" your voice was gentle as you wrapped your arms around him and easily managed to lift his feet off the ground, even giving him a small toss before his feet landed back on the ground. "You would make a great flyer Sho"
He faltered for a minute and just stared at you, being picked up wasn't particularly new to him, he was normally one of the smallest people in his friend group, but he'd never been picked up by a girl, especially not one that looked so small and cute, and yet here he was, his sweet little girlfriend had just picked him up like he didn't weigh more then a bag of flour.
"you just did that..."
"yeah, that's kind of what I do babe"
Kotaro Bokuto: brags about you like there is no tomorrow, he knows damn well that he has a cool girlfriend. I feel like that would be well established the first time you did a standing back tuck in front of him (basically a back flip). He had never messaged the team group chat so fast, something like.
"GUYS MY GIRLFRIEND CAN LITERALLY DO A BACKFLIP"
He didn't expect, however, that one day while you were helping out at his volleyball practice, he would see you scoop up his teammate with ease and carry him off the court when he had hurt his leg and couldn't stand. Once the man you can been carrying was set down and settled Bokuto ran up to you yelling. "Babe! Babe! Pick me up to!"
At first you had turned him down, saying that you didn't want to strain your arms too much before practice later, but he started sulking in a random corner of the gym and wouldn't budge. So you walked over and picked him up bridal style.
It was a comical sight honestly, a short girl with skinny arms, holding her giant muscle man of a boyfriend like he was a princess, but there it was. No one would have believed it if they hadn't seen it, but it was right in front of the whole team's eyes. And Atsumu had never snapped a picture faster in his life before walking away and chuckling to himself, Shoyo bouncing like a happy dog at his side, laughing at the photo he took. "That's going on the teams Instagram".
Bokuto couldn't care less about all the eyes on him though, he was beaming with happiness.
"my girlfriend can do a backflip AND she can pick me up!"
Miya Atsumu: Miya thought it was amazing that he had a girlfriend that did competitive cheer, I mean who wouldn't want a cheerleader girlfriend. But he didn't realize how much work went into your sport. You go to the gym almost more than he does. On top of that you do weekly yoga class and have an entire mini gym set up in your house.
"God damn princess, I knew that you were tough but don't go showing me up" he laughed as he watched you easily squat his max, you only smirked and went to get more weights. "It was your idea to go on a gym date my love"
He rolled his eyes and "well yeah but I didn't think you'd totally show me up, I thought I'd get to show off to you." He watched you squat again, you were squatting more then he had in, well ever, "what do you do in cheer, cause God damn"
"I throw people" you spoke nonchalantly and he laughed, waiting for you to continue on, but you only glanced at him from the corner of your eye. "I'm serious babe, I'm a base, my job is literally to throw people" you did crack a smile, you couldn't really stay serious when talking about throwing your teammates around.
"then throw me" he challenged without hesitation, you paused what you were doing and stepped away from where you had been doing your squats, walking up to him with the most neutral face he'd ever seen you with, and reaching down, and lifting him up from just above his knees.
Of course a lot of people in the gym had started staring at this point, I mean a girl who looked like she had never set foot into a gym just lifted her built boyfriend up like a ragdoll.
You held him there for a moment before he felt your entire body shift at your knees, and the large male heard you whisper "1, 2, down, up" then you let go of him and he was in the air, and before he knew it he was planted back on the ground.
It all happened way too quickly for him to process, he just stood there for a minute before a smirk grew over his face.
"well shit. My girlfriend literally just threw me"
Kiyoomi Sakusa: he was never one to show much interest in your sport, he would go to your competitions and congratulate you when you did good and support you when your team didn't do great. But other than that he didn't ask many questions or pry about it, just like you didn't with volleyball.
Though even though you didn't pry much about volleyball, you couldn't help but get super excited for your tall boyfriend when his team would win games. The team had grown accustomed to you rushing the court after they won to jump into your boyfriend's arms, he normally kept his cool in these situations, simply hugging you and holding you up while you shouted and cheered for him.
But this game played out a little differently, you had been on the edge of your seat the whole time, and you could visibly see Sakusa getting more and more frustrated as the two teams were in a constant back and forth. So when Hinata had managed the winning spike, you had never raced down the bleachers faster in your life.
Sakusa braced for you to run up and jump at him like you normally do, wrapping your much smaller frame around him and clinging onto him. But instead you threw your arms around his legs, just below his (flat) butt, lifting your 6'2 boyfriend off the ground. His teammates had never seen the calm and collected Sakusa lose his cool that quick, his center of gravity leaned directly backwards but his short girlfriend held firm to the ground, and didn't put him down until you heard him mumble.
"hey, put me down..." You scrambled to put him down and immediately started apologizing.
"I'm so sorry Yoomi! It's just what I do with the girls in cheer I didn't- it was muscle memory i-"
"it's fine just, no more picking me up when hundreds of people are staring at us, it's really awkward"
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Sorry if it's not what you expected! I heavily base y/n on myself so when I read your request it was the first thing that came to mind. I hope it's ok 🫶
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fandomnsfw · 11 months
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Pack Mom pt.2 - Derek Hale x Reader
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Pairing: Derek x Reader
Prompt: Request! – Liam starts getting jealous when Isaac gets more attention than him, soon it becomes a competition between them that you decide to indulge in. (Also inspired by Woman – Honne.)
Warning: None! Just FLUFFFFF!
ENJOY!!
*****
“Isaac honey can you pass me the butter.” You muttered as you grabbed the bread from the cupboard.
“Okay Mama!” He smiled as he grabbed the butter from the fridge bouncing over to you as you grabbed a knife out the draw.
“Thank you baby.” You smiled at him softly ruffling his hair. You started buttering the bread placing different ingredients on each sandwich. Lydia and Erica had a BLT. Liam, Mason, Cory and Stiles had a PBJ and Derek, Isaac and Jackson all had plain cheese and ham. You had a peanut butter and Nutella fried, kind of like grilled cheese. When you were frying your sandwich you heard yelling start from the front room.
“No fair! It’s my turn!” Liam screeched.
“NO IT’S NOT!” Scott scoffed before you heard more shuffling.
“Ow don’t bite me!” Liam whined making you wince slightly.
“Actually I think it’s my turn.” Derek deadpanned as you heard more movement.
“Listen old man!” Jackson yelled angrily.
You switched off the hob before storming into the living room to see Scott, Liam, Jackson and Derek rolling around on the floor fighting over the Xbox controller. Your hand immediately went to your hips as you waited for them to notice you. Lydia was sat reading but she looked up to acknowledge you before going back to her book.
“DEREK!” You screamed eventually when you realized they weren’t going to notice you.
“Shit!” You heard him muttered before de-tangling himself from the boys.
“Scott get off your brothers!” You snapped as you tapped you bare foot against the floor. Once they were all stood in front of you, head down in an attempt not to test what patience you had left.
“Every time I start making food somehow you always seem to interrupt me by acting like morons!” You huffed angrily.
“The Xbox can go off now. Derek you can come pour me a glass of wine. Lord knows I need it. Scott you can finish the reading you have for school. Jackson how about you study for the maths test coming up. Ask Lydia for help if you need it. Liam you can come sit in the kitchen.” You ordered pointing at each one of them as you snapped your orders, Scott and Jackson groaned but did as they were told. You made you way back to the kitchen Liam following closely behind. You told him to sit at the breakfast bar while you got out the first aid kit. You wiped always the blood noticing the bite mark almost gone completely, which you were thankful for.
“Mama?” Liam murmured softly, a blush on his face.
“What baby?” You said as you threw the used antiseptic wipe in the bin.
“Can I have a hug?” He fiddle with the bottom of his shirt nervously as he waited for your response. You smiled but leaned over to hug him tightly. His head laying against your chest probably able to hear you heart beating. He hugged you back but the moment only lasted a few more seconds because you heard Isaac start talking.
“Mama I’m hungryyy.” He whined, a pout gracing his face. You pulled away from Liam and nodded before you went back to making food.
You glanced at Isaac and Liam as you went to turn the hob back on. You noticed that they were thoroughly glaring at each other which you thought was weird, shaking your head you chose the let it go.
After the pack has finished eating they went back to their houses, except Isaac who went upstairs to study, leaving you alone with Derek. You had college tomorrow but you didn’t feel like staying in your dorm with your overly happy roommate. You cuddled into Derek as he flipped through the films that were on the TV, his pick of film made you laugh. As much as he a Stiles bicker their love for Star Wars was always what had them chatting like they were best friends.
“I think you should move in with me.” Derek spoke after half an hour of silence through the film. You looked up at him shocked by the sudden statement, his eyes still glued on the TV like he felt embarrassed somehow.
“Oh really? Would you like to look at me and ask me instead of telling me?” You snorted, crossing your arms in playful anger.
“Y/N Y/L/N will you move in with me?” He huffed with false confidence as he gazed in your eyes.
“I would love to Derek. Now I need to sleep because I have class at 8. Night Der.” You muttered as you wandered up the stairs. You stopped at Isaac’s room to see him sprawled over his bed with his homework thrown everywhere which made you smile to yourself. You carefully moved the papers to his computer desk and threw his covers over him, brushing his curly hair away from his face. After making sure he was okay, you went to yours and Derek’s shared bedroom getting dressed into one on Derek’s tops before getting into bed.
*****
“Isaac breakfasts ready!” You screamed up the stairs as you checked the time once again. Isaac ran down stairs dressed and ready for school. He kissed your cheek before he sat down next to you digging into his breakfast.
“Thank you Mama.” He said with half of a piece of bacon hanging out his mouth.
“Isaac don’t talk with your mouthful. It’s rude.” You instructed your voice soft yet stern. He nodded and continued chewing his food before you realized it was already 7.30am. You got up and kissed Derek on the cheek, who was sat silently with a coffee in his hand. Isaac followed closely behind hoping into the passenger seat.
“I need to talk to Derek about getting you a car or a bike.” You muttered as the pulled away from the Hale house.
“I don’t need a car mama I’m fine.” Isaac whispered slowly like he was worried about how Derek would react.
“Yes you do and don’t argue with me. Derek will agree too. Everyone else has a way to get around so which would you prefer bike or car?”
“Mama I do-”
“I think a bike since you love riding with Scott.” You interrupted before he could reject the offer again. After that you and Isaac chose to stay quiet for the rest of the time in the car. When you arrived at Beacon Hills High School you got out the car to greet the pack which was making their way over to your car.
“Ma-Y/N shouldn’t you be at college?” Scott voiced as they stopped in front of you.
“I’m going after this. Derek said he would drop him off but it’s on my way so I thought I’d do it today. Plus I have some good news.” You stated before ruffling Liam’s hair which made him preen.
“I’m moving in full time with Derek.” You added after pulling your hand away from Liam.
“That’s awesome!!” Erica screeched making Stiles roll his eyes.
“Right I’ve gotta go. Liam be good everyone else looking after him and make sure you don’t fight. You know it may seem like play fighting to werewolves but to humans it looks brutal and I’m not dealing with another call from Natalie telling me you’ve earned yourself detention for 2 weeks!”
“Yes Mom.” They are voiced sarcastically.
*****
When everyone came over for dinner that night it wasn’t just the pack but also the parents, who had yet to find out about your new name. It happened when you were helping Melissa cook while the Sheriff, Chris and Derek sat around the breakfast bar chatting away.
“JACKSON GIVE IT BACK! MAMA!!!!” Stiles screamed as he chased Jackson into the kitchen. Everyone stopped to stare at you but you paid no mind.
“JACKSON! Put that down before I take away your new phone!” You yelled as you stirred the chicken pieces around the wok.
“What you didn’t buy that though!!” Jackson screamed angrily his foot stomping angrily.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” You responded, your tone calm with a sickly sweet smile joining as you turned to look at him.
“I mean! I’m sorry Stiles here’s your comic book and I love you Mama!” He replied in a rushed way that made you smirk.
“That’s what I thought now, boy’s front room I don’t wanna tell you twice.” You added as you watched the boys bicker as they walked into the front room. You turned your attentions to the 3 sets or wide eyes staring at you, realizing what you had done you blushed and picked up your glass of wine.
“I think we should leave the kids here and go into early retirement.” Noah snorted making Derek go deathly pale.
“So your pack mom now?” Chris added nodding in agreement as he did, you nodded before going back to food. Once dinner was ready you all moved to the dining room to sit down but then just like every aspect of your life turned into another argument.
“But you always sit next to Mama I wanna sit next to her today!” Liam whined his bottom lip sticking out slightly.
“No it’s my seat pipsqueak.” Isaac mocked as he made his way to the seat.
“Isaac you can sit next to Melissa.” Your voice made no room for arguments with made everyone stop awkwardly.
“Bu-”
“Isaac.” Was all Derek said as everyone finally started to situate themselves.
During dinner everything was full of chatter and laughs except Isaac who sat there pushing his food around his plate aimlessly. You knew what was happening Isaac had been the baby of the pack for years until Liam came along. You could tell he was jealous and they were competing but you also knew that you loved everyone in this pack equally, well except Peter because he’s a maniac and Derek who is possibly the love of your life.
You knew Isaac felt left out but he had to learn you weren’t just his. After dinner you started cleaning up but Chris and Noah quickly took over saying that you and Melissa should rest, so you did. As soon as you sat down Liam began speaking to you.
“Mama would you like a drink?” He asked hopefully.
“I can rub your feet if you want?” Isaac tried to interrupt.
“I could put on your favorite film if you want.” Liam grit his teeth as he smiled, as if trying to control his anger.
“Boys just sit down.” You groaned before flopping onto Derek’s chest.
That night the entire pack stayed over, the big house full of giggles and teasing but what got you the most was every 5 minutes Liam and Isaac asked if you wanted anything or tried to get your attention. By the time it was midnight you had enough of the bickering so you told everyone to sit down and watch a film or they could go to their own rooms. Thankfully they listened.
“Mama would you like some popcorn?” Liam asked gently as the movie got to about half way through.
“Mama doesn’t like salted popcorn.” Isaac snickered making you pause the film and tell Erica to turn the light on.
“Right I’ve had enough of this competing! I am not a toy that you can fight over nor am I everyone’s favorite lamppost to piss up!” You screamed angrily as you threw the remote controller onto the couch.
“I love you all equally! You are all my baby’s in some way! If you had two babies would you love them differently?” You added, your arms crossing over your chest as you tried to maintain calm.
“No.” Isaac muttered, his cheeks glowing red.
“Well then don’t expect that from me! I love you all the exact same amount!” You huffed before hearing Derek re-enter the living room. Everyone was staring at you with sad eyes but you knew it was because they all felt bad.
After everyone had gone to bed you and Derek made your way up to your bed room changing into one of Derek’s tops before sliding into bed with a sigh. Derek got in without a word kissing you passionately which made you squeak in surprise. One he pulled back he smiled down at you lovingly his thumb tracing circles on your cheeks.
“Thank you for being the best Pack Mom ever.” He whispered gently, his hands making their way into your hair.
That’s night Derek made love to you over and over again his love pouring out over and over until you were overloaded with his feelings.
This man is the love of your life and he gave you everything you ever wanted.
A family.
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⭐️Radio Star⭐️ (part 5)
(TW: brief reference to past trauma, some gory description {blood, bones, guts, ripping/pulling of skin, etc.} but it’s used in a poetic sense so it’s not actually happening)
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Steve spent an embarrassing amount of time waiting by the phone these days—curled up on the floor next to the wall with his head pressed to his knees and his jacket pulled tight around him. Eddie hadn’t called, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to—but god he wanted him to. He really did. It felt like invisible hands were tugging at his skin, bloody fingers curled against his spine, pulling him and telling him to just give up and lay down and die. He hadn’t really felt like himself in weeks, and he needed a distraction.
The phone book on the shelf—balanced on top of novels that Robin had never read but insisted on buying—was full of numbers that he would never have remembered otherwise. Old friends. Family members he had cut contact with years ago. Past hookups from months ago because he swore of doing that shit if it didn’t mean anything real to him.
He stood up, leaning against the wall and scrubbing his hand harshly against his eyes. He was crying and he didn’t even know why. He opened the phone book and flipped through the pages, running his fingers over the soft paper and sighing. 
Robin was out with Vickie. She had been spending less time with him, and it was fucking ripping him apart from the inside out. His blood and guts were on the floor, covering the walls and the carpet and their shared beds, and she walked out on him with unknowing eyes—just ruffling his hair and saying she would probably end up staying the night. 
And he knew he was being dramatic, he fucking knew it, but he also knew that he was losing his best friend. The person who knew about everything that he had been through—the person that he cried to when the memories of things he had blocked out came flooding back to him and all he wanted to do was shed his skin and curl up in the closet as someone new and broken.
Plus he could feel a migraine coming on, which was just fucking great.
He could call Addie. But they only went on two dates and had sex once. She got mad when he was upset over something, so she wasn’t the best person to call. Instead, he punched in Vickie’s phone number. Maybe if he just talked to Robin about what was going on she would come back home early and they could just…sit. And talk. Talking didn’t really help, but he was out of options, right now.
The phone rang for a minute. And then two. And then it stopped. No one answered. Steve forced himself to put it gently back into the receiver instead of slamming it like he wanted. He dropped his head into his hands and felt like falling apart and sobbing on the floor for a bit before making some tea. Some good tea, this time, not the stupid shit from the Advent Calendar. 
But then the phone rang again, and he scrambled to grab it, talking with a choked and tight voice before he could even take a breath. “Fuck—Robin, I need—I need you to come home for a bit, I—“
He cut himself off when the person on the other end of the line cleared their throat and said gently, “Stevie? Is that you?”
It was Eddie. Steve nodded numbly, not realizing that Eddie couldn’t see him. He didn’t want to talk to Eddie right now, he wanted to talk to Robin. “Mhm,” he amended, willing his voice to go back to normal. It didn’t work.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Eddie sounded genuinely concerned, and it made Steve want to cry again. Steve wrapped the phone cord around his finger and then dropped it. Then he did it again. He sighed. “No. I’m just…sorry, I don’t mean to be a bother.”
“Hey, hey—I called you. I called you because I wanted to talk to you. You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”. Steve nodded again out of habit, and then muttered a quiet, “okay.”
Eddie sighed, but it sounded more teasing than anything. “You need to say it like you mean it, otherwise it doesn’t count.”
“This is so stupid.”
“Steve.”
“Hm?” He smiled slightly, despite himself, his hand tugging at the phone cord gently.
“I’ll keep bothering you until you say it.”
“Fine.” Steve huffed, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Happy?”
“Oh, I am very happy.” Eddie said, and Steve could hear the grin in his voice. “Sorry it took so long for me to call, honey. Pen smudges off easily. You don’t know how many innocent people I dialed before this while trying to guess what the missing number was.”
Steve laughed quietly at how Eddie phrased that, leaning against the wall a bit more. His face flushed at the nickname, but he kept his voice steady. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Now, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I, uh…I don’t know. I just…don’t feel like myself.”
“How so?”
Steve paused, thinking. “I-I—I don’t…uh…it’s the anniversary of something soon, I guess. In two weeks. I always get…sad, I guess?” It felt good to admit that out loud after months of ignoring it. He just didn’t like to think about it, really—but recently his feelings about it had been getting stronger, and that wasn’t good.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart. Is it okay if I ask what happened?” 
“I don’t…like talking about, I’m sorry.”
“Hey, don’t be sorry…” Eddie paused, and there was the sound of shifting from the other end and a soft huff. Eddie was probably sitting. Steve slid down the wall to sit, too, feeling the phone-cord go a bit taught around his finger, so he moved it. “You don’t ever have to tell me, okay? Don’t feel bad about it. I just…”
He trailed off, and Steve felt his shoulders tense.
“Are you going to be okay?” Eddie whispered, his voice softer than before. “I have—I have a friend who gets like that, kind of? He gets…he’s really fucking hard on himself, then. Is that what happens to you?”
Steve sighs, his eyes drifting to the front door. “No, I get…sad.”
“What helps?”
“Hm?”
“What helps when you feel sad.”
Steve thinks, again, his eyes watering slightly and his voice shaking again as he swallows around a pathetic sound he doesn’t ever want to let out. “Company, I-I guess?”
“And I take it you’re alone?”
Steve swallowed. Took a breath. “Yeah.”
“Okay, look—I know we don’t really know each other that well—“ that made Steve pause, his eyebrows furrowing. It was true. He didn’t know anything about Eddie—except where he worked—and he had waited by the phone like a fucking dog with his leash in his mouth for days. That was pathetic. He was pathetic. 
“But,” Eddie continued. “I could come over? If having company helps you to be less sad?”
“The…the house is a mess, I…” Steve could hardly hear his own voice, but it sounded dazed and light, almost too quiet.
“We meet up then?”
“I don’t trust myself to drive.” His eyesight couldn’t be trusted anymore, and the thought that he might be losing it—really losing it that made him want to fucking die.
“I’ll pick you up, then. How does that sound, sweetheart? We can go wherever you want.”
“Are you sure it’s not an inconvenience or anything…? I—I can just deal with it—“
“Hey, stop…no one should have to be sad when it’s almost Halloween, that is practically a crime.”
Steve laughed, but it didn’t sound right. He told Eddie his address and went to change—because even though it was nearly 22:00, he hadn’t gotten dressed that morning. 
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It didn’t take long for Eddie to get there, and Steve was sitting on a chair on the porch when he arrived. This wasn’t a date, but he still wanted to make sure he looked okay. His eyes felt heavy, and they were probably red around the rims from crying. He hadn’t even cried a lot—just for a few minutes when he saw the two young girls who lived in the house next to them get home. And he knew it was stupid, but he missed Robin. He really fucking missed Robin, even though she was only half-an-hour away.
It was around 22:25, now, if the clock on the wall that he had gone inside to check a few minutes ago could be trusted. Eddie got out of his van, which looked old, but not damaged. Steve could see him clearly in the soft yellow light of the street-lamp. His hair was half-up-half-down, with two strands tugged out to frame his face, which he had probably done on purpose. Steve knew he had seen Eddie before their encounter at the Haunted maze thing, but that interaction was still fuzzy and hazed around the edges. 
His face-piercings were more defined, black, and they stuck out against his very-fucking-pale skin. He was wearing his flannel and jeans, with a black t-shirt. Steve felt his fingers dig into his arms—into the sleeves of the jacket that Eddie had lent him. 
Eddie stood there, waiting, looking at Steve with eyes so soft that it made his stomach twist into gross, bloody knots. Steve stood and walked over, stopping short in front of Eddie and looking down at his sneakers, water creeping back into his eyes. He needed to stop fucking crying. 
Eddie laughed quietly and gently tugged at the sleeve of his jacket, which Steve was stalling taking off. “Is that John Lennon?”
Steve looked up. “Hm?”
“On your shirt.”
“Oh, uh…yeah.”
Eddie opened the passenger-seat door and bowed slightly, motioning for Steve to get in. He did. It smelled like cigarettes and the cheap strawberry chapstick that Robin always made him buy when they went shopping. He needed to stop thinking about Robin right now. There was a long list of things that he needed to stop doing. 
Eddie closed the door and only for a moment did Steve feel shut in—in a way that he didn’t really like—before Eddie crossed to the other side of the car and slid into the driver's seat, tapping his hands on the wheel and sighing softly, looking over at Steve. “Are you okay?”
Steve nodded. He liked being with Eddie in person rather than over the phone. He didn’t have to wonder what he was doing. And he didn’t have to talk as much. Yeah, that was probably why.
“You like The Beatles?” Eddie questioned, turning the key and the car hummed softly. Steve sighed back and closed his eyes, nodding slightly again as he leaned his head against the window. It was late, and it was dark, and he was tired.
He heard Eddie shift, and his voice was closer when he spoke again. Softer. “Hey, sweetheart? Do you want me to just drive around for a while?”
Steve really didn’t, but he did. He didn’t want Eddie to have to drive him around just so that he could relax, but it was exactly what he needed. Steve nodded again.
He felt the car move forward for a very short moment, and then the world sort of fell away around him, the side of his forehead pressed to the cool window, his body slipped down perfectly in the seat until he felt okay. Until he felt safe. 
He didn’t know when he had fallen asleep, or how long they had been driving , but Steve opened his eyes a little while after his bones felt the humming of the car stop. He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, forcing them to open. It was much darker than before, and there were trees around them. He could see the stars when he looked up through the window. Eddie wasn’t in the car anymore, but he could see the faint outline of a person sitting at the base of a tree, smoking a cigarette.
Steve pushed open the door with sleep-tired hands and stepped outside, his feet hitting the grass. He walked over to where Eddie was, sitting down next to him without a word and leaning back against the tree. 
There was a body of water near them—black, but the water was white where it shifted from the moon. It was a lake. Or maybe a pond, Steve couldn’t really see how big it was through the branches and the bushes. The air around them smelled like pine. 
Eddie pressed his arm against Steve’s, and his arm felt warm through the jacket sleeve. “Morning.”
“S’not morning.” Steve muttered, rubbing his eyes again. “What time is it?”
Eddie rested his hand on Steve’s knee so that Steve could see his watch. He had to squint to read the time. 00:30. He felt his shoulder sag slightly, and would have felt a twinge of disappointment when Eddie moved his hand, if he wasn’t already feeling horrible, guilt seeping in past his nerves and into his being. “Fuck, I’m sorry. You didn’t need to drive for that long.”
“Stop it,” Eddie whispered, his fingers slotting against Steve’s in a way that made his skin shudder and twist—wriggle around his whole body before it settled when Eddie leaned in slightly so that he could speak even quieter, his cigarette pinched in his other hand, thumb pressed to the end of it. “You don’t need to apologize, Stevie. I like driving. Honestly.”
“Where are we?” Steve found himself asking, looking up at the dark sky and pinpoints of light peering down at them. He could see Orion’s Belt. 
“Does it matter?” Eddie said back, smiling slightly.
Steve shrugged and leaned his head against Eddie’s shoulder. “We should go back.”
“Should we?” Eddie said softly, and Steve could feel his breath against his hair.
“Mhm. You can bring me back when it’s lighter?”
“I would love to.”
Eddie stood and tugged on Steve’s hand until he was standing, too, and they got back into the car. Eddie played Hey, Jude on the drive back.
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it-rains-blue · 8 months
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𝐓𝐗𝐓'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 + 𝐩𝐬.𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
➳ pairing: ot5 x reader
➳ genre: headcanon, crack, fluff, their unending love for you
➳ tw: food, mention of vomiting, fainting, teeth breaking, lactose intolerance
➳ wc: 3.5k approx , 700 each
➳ a/n: happy birthday to our lovely maknae hyuka ♡
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𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏 /ᐠ ̥ ̣̮ ̥ ᐟ\ノ
[pretends to like it and eats it all by himself]
• So you were trying to make him a proper dinner outside your comfort zone which is obv instant ramen
• Spending your entire day in kitchen, trying out various recipes of making a pie
• Why pie? Well you found a cookbook and it was on the first page
• When you finally sat down, serving your classic apple pie to your hungry bf
• Eager to know his reaction at how you did, Yeonjun felt pressured to hide his true feelings
• "That's soo....Tasty!" He yelped out. Making you smile like a thousand stars.
• "You know it's soo tasty I am gonna eat it by myself!" He started to stuff himself with the pie, which you were surprised to witness
• "Hey that's not fair! Let me have a bite?" Nah he was fixated on that pie like it was his only asset on a deserted island
• When you tried to fork a piece from his plate he snatched it away.
• "Mine!" He says. I mean yeah it should be tasty but unfair for having it all by himself.
• and there he goes. Stuffing the entire pie up his stomach. "What am I going to eat for dinner?" You scream out when he was eating eating the last crumb of that pie. " "Let's just grab you some food from the subway"
• "Kay.. I'll go get the keys then" When you went to get your keys from the cupboard, you notice the cookbook you were following few hours prior and the book was open to the page of a shepherd's meat pie. Instead of the classic apple pie and that's when you realized you had followed half of the meat pie recipe. Maybe halfway through cooking, the book was flipped to the wrong page and hence the mishap. Now it makes sense why Yeonjun ate your marvellous creation all by himself so you dont embarrass himself in front of him.
𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 (=˘ϖ˘=)
[doesn't say anything and tries to mask the pain]
• "Take a bite! I tried to make your favourite dessert"
• You were shooting heart eyes at him, oozing with excitement as you spent your entire evening making the dessert.
• "It's so good Y/N! I didn't know you could make something like this!" He says nodding. It was mid to be honest. You had added way too much sugar and vanilla essence to express your overflowing love for him.
• Man could only nod, rub his belly to show you it was good, perfectly masking the pain inside.
• After a moment or two he completely went silent. He had lost his sense of taste, every taste bud was numb and wait is this peanuts inside?
• "Are you okay Soobin? You look pale" you say with a worried tone.
• "Yeah haha.. it's just so good it made me speechless. What did you put inside?"
• "Oh! You know the regular. Flour, sugar, eggs, peanuts, butter. The butter was from a good brand though. You know those good packaging butter?"
• Ground slipped under his feet after hearing the 'peanuts' HE IS ALLERGIC TO NUTS.
• He felt the itching sensation crawl to his brain slowly. But he tries not to cry in front of you. Afterall you spent the entire evening making something just for him. He cant let a life threatening allergy and anaphylactic shock ruin this moment. So he ignores his every organ fail and remains firm.
• "I love you Y/N". He really does love you.
• "Soobin?? Are you alright? Oh my god did you faint??"
𝑩𝒆𝒐𝒎𝒈𝒚𝒖 ʕ º ᴥ ºʔ
[mhmm disgusting!]
• He doesn't play around
• Even if your food's good, he will say it's shit. The last bet was about who can cook better pancakes and he won that. So this time you were determined to make him lose by hook or by crook.
• You took the time to make the best waffles in the world. Drenched with pure maple syrup, whipped cream and freshly picked handgrown blueberries from your garden.
• You plated like dish like a contestant competing for Masterchef Australia finals round. On a black plate, splattering a sprinkle of matcha powder for the kick. Everything had to be top notch.
• Now it's time for tasting. So you call him, serve those waffles , delicately setting the fork beside the dish.
• You are 100% sure this is gonna be the best waffles his mouth ever touched. So you beeming with pride already.
• He eyed every element through every corner in slow motion. "Hmm. Presentation 10/10. Not bad Y/N" turning your pride to double.
• Just when took the first bite of the day, he smirked. Giving you high hopes for the dish
• "How is it?" You asked with your hands joining to make a prayer pose.
• "Mhmm disgusting.." your face fell flat. "What do you mean?"
• "It's terrible, y/n" he sighs.
• "You know what? You always have to criticise what I do. Even though I spent so much of my time making this for you with all my love, you really had to comment like that? Beomgyu, I think you're just jealous that I make better..." you weren't done blabbering when Beomgyu took a chunk and stuffed it in your mouth.
• "What the fuck is this?" that waffle has to be the most sickening thing you have put in your mouth. You had to spit it out. "See? What did I say, y/n?"
• you quickly realized it was filled with salt instead of sugar. perhaps you mistook the similar looking jars. so much of your efforts wasted like this. you are honestly now on the verge of crying.
• Beomgyu wraps his hands around you when the tears thraetened to pour down. "It's okay love, it's still better than my burnt chicken breast of last month" he pats your back while whispering "I win"
• You pinched his cheeks right after that. "Sorry, sorry! I love you y/n!"
𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏 ( ⓛ ﻌ ⓛ *)
[compliments it first, tries not to break your heart]
• As straightforward Taehyun is with everything, he always seemed to have a soft spot for you.
• Today, you tried making pasta for him. Using his special signature sauce he prepared in 48hours. Perfectly packaging and keeping it in the fridge for later use.
• Because he always cooks for you, you thought why not try making a dish for him today? It should be easy to make just pasta right? Also with pre-made sauce for it.
• Wrong. Let's face it. You don't know a shit about cooking. First time you boiled the wrong pasta. Second time the water overflowed. Third time's charm?
• Nah uh. You overboiled it and didn't even put salt.
• Fourth time with much praying to the lord and double checking that the water doesn't flow this time, you finally get done with it.
• You plate it up, garnish it with some grater cheese and spring onions and there you have it.
• Eagerly waiting for Taehyun to come home and taste your dish.
• He shortly comes home, surprised to see dinner on the table.
• Even though you used his sauce which he worked so hard on, he doesn't mind. As he took the first bite, his life flashed before his eyes.
• The pasta was undercooked, well undercooked is an understatement as it's rock hard. Chewing back & forth Taehyun felt his jaw getting dislocated.
• It was harder than the surface of his strong mind. It shattered into pieces when you asked how the pasta tasted with doe eyes.
• "y/n, it makes me so happy that you took the time and made this for me. From the day you came into my life, I am nothing but grateful for everything you've done for me"
• "Ok but how's the pasta?"
• "I love you so much y/n, it's the effort that counts right?"
• "Taehyun..." you started to eye him in disappointment.
• "It's really not that bad! We can freeze it so it soaks up the moisture from the sauce and it'll be all better tomorrow-"
• Your eyes started to get damp, but heart swelled up for his warmth of love.
• "It's not that bad y/n. He took the last bite to prove his point, seconds before one of his front teeth fell off.
𝑯𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒂𝒊 (๑ŏ⋖⋗ŏ)
[swallows vomit]
• You were in a party with Hueningkai when one of his friends once said how much your bf loved cheese.
• So, the next day you took it upon yourself to make him a delicious cheesy newyork cheesecake.
• You searched up the whole youtube, finding tens of different recipes of a perfect cheesecake.
• Determined to make him the happiest person alive today. Spent 6hours straight on preparing an amazing treat.
• Hueningkai came running when you called him saying it's a surprise. He lost his colors the moment he saw that thing on the table.
• "Ah.. it's a cheesecake" he said with a shiver down his spine.
• "Yeah! You love cheese right?" You squealed with joy and he didn't want to burst your bubble.
• You passed a fork and happily waited for him to take a bite and he did.
• He did for the sake of your smile, for the sake of his every moment with you.
• And it down his throat. Striking an immediate fight or flight response in his body.
• "It's not good baby?" you ask still was excited.
• There was your boy fighting for his life. "Yeah.. it's good haha"
• You sure followed the recipes well and made a whopping cheesecake. What you didn't know is not only Hueningkai is lactose intolerant but also has a gag reflex specifically to cheese. His friends always joked about it but you couldn't understand the sarcasm last time at the party.
• Bite after bite Hueningkai counted his remaining minutes of life. Eyes red, stomach churning and he swallowed down the incoming vomit.
• All he could think about is how much he loves you.
• "Thank you babe" were his last words before he locked himself in the toilet for the next three days.
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michelleleewise · 1 year
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Chocolate and promises
Pairing: Avenger Loki x Female reader
Warnings: anxiety, nerves, pining, all the feels, angst to fluff,
Summary: you and thor head to New Asgard, hoping it's not too late........
Part 5 -- Part 6-
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You ran out of the elevator, sprinting across the roof, Loki's cloak billowing behind you, making it to the jet "d..did you get...everything?" You asked trying to catch your breath "yes y/n, everything on your list is in the back." Thor said smiling. "Awesome, ok...let's go." You said tossing your bag down following him to the cockpit. You strapped Into the seat feeling the thrum of the engines. "How long until we're there?" You asked looking over "a few hours at most" Thor said flipping more switches "and he's still there?" You asked bunching the cloak in your hand "I am not sure. I haven't heard anything, but I didn't known he was planning to leave either." Thor said sighing.
You slowly opened your eyes hearing Thor's voice "y/n, wake up we have arrived." He said shaking your shoulder. "Oh shit, sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." You yawned stretching. "It's quite alright, let's get everything..." he trailed off looking to the back of the jet. You got up, making your way to your bag hearing voices "I'm sorry y/n." You vaguely heard Thor say before he gripped your shoulders "Thor, what the..." you trailed off as he pushed you into a locker, quickly closing it behind you when you heard footsteps. "Brother, What do I owe the pleasure?" You heard Loki ask "oh, well I...just thought I would stop by" Thor said nervously. "Riiight..." Loki said, hearing his boots echo through the jet. "Can I not just come to see my brother?" You heard Thor ask. "I suppose.." loki said, suspicion in his tone.
"Come, let's go to the tavern I am parched after the journey." Thor said. You heard the footsteps retreat, letting out a sigh you went to get out of the locker, unable to find a latch. "Shit.." you breathed, running your fingers along the metal "Thor you...grr." you growled pushing on the door realizing you were locked in. You tried to ram your shoulder into the door, groaning when it wouldn't budge. Leaning on it you sighed trying to figure out how you were going to get out when the door suddenly opened, landing you on the floor. "Oh..I'm so sorry!" You heard behind you, rolling to your back seeing a young boy looking no older then ten standing there "prince Thor sent me, my name is Talvi." He smiled holding his hand out. "Well hello, and thank you for letting me out." You said shaking his hand.
You got up dusting yourself off "Prince Thor told me you are here for Prince Loki, are you a surprise?" He asked looking up at you. "Yes, L..Prince Loki doesn't know im here." You said grabbing your bag. "Oh, I think he will be very excited, he's been rather sad lately." The boy said following you "has he?" You asked looking at him "yeah, he never leaves his house except for meetings, but you'll make him happy." He smiled again. "Oh...how do you know?" You asked smiling "well, you seem nice...and your pretty." He said looking down, a light blush on his cheeks. "Well thank you Talvi." You smiled.
"Now, where does Prince Thor live?" You asked piling everything at the back of the jet. "Oh, he and Prince Loki share a house, they said the people needed the space more then they did." He explained making you smile. "Well, they went to the tavern, so.." you trailed off not sure what you should do. "Oh, Prince Thor has spent days in the tavern, it is legendary." He said laughing "oh...hmm." you thought to yourself "well, I'll be waiting here until he gets back" you said sitting down "Well I must return to my family, I hope things work out as you wish my lady." He said bowing as he took off out of the jet. You leaned back in your seat stretching your legs out, hoping Thor wouldn't be gone for days.
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When she sings, she sings "come home"
When she sings, she sings "come home"
You opened your eyes, looking out the windshield seeing it was dark outside as you heard singing In the back of the jet, loud and drunken singing, peeking out seeing Thor and Loki sitting on the bench.....
I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene
Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem
I eplehagen står møyen den vene
Og synger: "når kommer du hjem?"
You had no idea what be was singing, you only heard him speak his native tongue a few times, usually when he was mad at Thor. but his voice was angelic, entrancing. the deep baritone sending a shiver up your spine feeling your heart swell. You could listen to him until the end of time.
Men trærne danser og fossene stanser
Når hun synger, hun synger "kom hjem"
Men trærne danser og fossene stanser
They sang together, Thor laughing as Loki slumped down next to him, his head laying on Thor's shoulder "I miss our times in the tavern brother." Loki slurred making you giggle, you had never seen him drunk before, remembering him saying our alcohol was "sub par." "I miss them as well, we shall have to do this more often." Thor said laughing when Loki sat up "Thor..." he said shifting to face him raising his hand pointing at himself "I have decided to depart." He finished, waving his arm in the air. "Oh....where to?" Thor asked "no idea...just not here." Loki said pressing his back against the wall "and what would make you depart?" Thor asked "because I have lost the one person I truly love." He said laying his head on Thor's shoulder again "you don't know that, wait and speak with her first." Thor said "it doesn't matter...she won't have me, and I don't want to be here if I can't have her." He said sighing.
You heard Thor say something but couldn't make it out as you sat back against the wall in the cockpit "h...he loves me?" You whispered to yourself pulling your knees up wrapping your arms around them. You weren't sure how long you sat there when Thor crept in "y/n...come we must hurry." He whispered waving you after him. You got up, walking to the back of the jet seeing Loki sprawled out on the bench, his long curls fanning above his head, one hand on his chest the other over his eyes. "He won't sleep long so we need to be quick." Thor said grabbing your equipment heading outside. You grabbed your bag taking one last look at Loki before following Thor, carrying everything to the main hall.
"Ok, you do what you need to, I will go take Loki home, when you are finished come over and I shall sneak you in." Thor said setting everything down giving you directions to the house before starting for the door "oh Thor.." you called out seeing him turn "Thank you, for all of this." You said smiling "for my brother and you...anytime." he smiled walking out the door as you got to work setting everything up, hoping you were right and things wouldn't backfire...
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You stood in the small room, fidgeting with your fingers hearing the main room fill with people. Apparently the town decided to throw a feast in Thor's honor so the entire town was here. Luckily for you he had drug Loki out of the house first thing in the morning, sending a seamstress to the house who then called for a small army of women to put your outfit together while they attended council meetings all day. You looked in the mirror, the long silk jacket went down to your wrists, leaving a large slit open in the front where your black lace teddy showed front and center, your belt holding it together at your waist as it cascaded down to the floor "God I hope I don't trip." You said adjusting the belt, smoothing out the skin tight leather pants, the forest green hue matching the jacket.
You sat down, grabbing your heels taking a deep breath. If you were wrong about this you were about to make an utter fool of yourself in front of the entirety of Asgard, and Loki. You bent down, lacing your heels when you heard a knock on the door, seeing it slowly open revealing Thor. "You look magnificent y/n." He said smiling. "I think im going to throw up." You said leaning over feeling Thor sit down next to you "remember y/n, above all else he is your friend, he loves you and I believe he will be honored by your bravery." He said rubbing your back. "Now, I will announce that someone has prepared a song for the Prince, and you come out when your ready." He smiled standing up. "Thor.." you started, grabbing his hand "He won't say no, trust me." He said squeezing your hand before leaving.
You stood up, fluffing your hair checking you makeup hearing Thor's booming voice "ladies and gentlemen, we have the honor of listening to a very talented performer who has prepared a song for our very own Prince Loki! Let's make them feel welcome!" He said as you heard the room erupt in applause "Well, now or never." You said walking towards the main hall. You looked down, keeping your hair covering your face as you made your way to your machine, finding the song you hit play as the lights dimmed. Turning your back to the crowd you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath lifting the mic to your lips.
Again, you're gone, off on a different path than mine...i'm left behind, wondering if I should follow
You had to go, and of course it's always fine...I probably could catch up with you tomorrow
But is this what it feels like to be growing apart?...When did I become the one who's always chasing your heart?
You turned to the crowd, the train of your coat whipping behind you as you looked out to the packed room, your eyes meeting his...
Now I turn around and find I am lost in the woods...North is south, right is left, when you're gone
I'm the one who sees you home, but now I'm lost in the woods...And I don't know what path you are on
I'm lost in the woods
You took a few steps forward, looking around the room seeing people smiling at you, your eyes traveling back to the front of the room seeing Loki sat stock still, his cheeks a light pink.
Up till now the next step was a question of how...I never thought it was a question of whether
Who am I, if I'm not your gal?...Where am I, if we're not together forever?
Now I know you're my true north, 'cause I am lost in the woods...Up is down, day is night, when you're not there
You held eye contact with him, wiling him to feel everything you felt for him as you strode through the room, your palms sweating the closer to him you got.
Oh, you're my only landmark, so I'm lost in the woods...Wondering if you still care
But I'll wait for a sign that I'm on your path...Cause you are mine...until then, I'm lost in the woods
You felt the base run through you, the look in his eyes not betraying whatever emotion he may be feeling as you stode closer, seeing Thor's smile widen.
I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods
You made it to the bottom of the high table, Loki and thor sat with several others high above you as you took a breath, closing your eyes feeling your heart race in your chest.
I'm lost in the woods
The room thrummed with applause, Thor's loudest of all when you looked to Loki, you're eyes locking with his you lifted the mic to your lips knowing this was either the best decision of your life or the worst "jeg elsker deg Loki Laufeyson" you whispered, seeing his breath hitch as your hands shook, the anticipation eating you alive when he suddenly got up, his face indifferent as he slowly made his way down to you, stopping in front of you you saw the red spread across his cheeks as he genlty wrapped his hand around yours, lifting the mic to his lips "jeg elsker deg min valkyrie" He whispered, a smile spreading across his face as you grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him to you you pressed your lips to his, pouring every emotion you had into him, feeling his hands glide up and down your back when be pulled back just enough to look at you
"i..what about our friendship. I don't want to ruin that." He said gazing into your eyes "loki, I'm definitely going to need you to do that, immediately if possible" you said as he smiled, leaning back in, his lips engulphing yours as he cupped the back of your head, his tongue pressing past your lips as he deepened the kiss, moaning onto your mouth you felt his hand slide down your your belt as he pulled back, you both panting "I do believe I am ready to ruin you my dear." He purred, his fingers fanning over your cheek when you grabbed his hand pulling him behind you, stopping at the door you looked back "Thank you Thor!" You yelled blowing him a kiss as you drug Loki away into the night, excited for what the future may hold......
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A/N- graphics by: @harlequin-hangout..the song Loki and Thor were singing was the one Loki sang on the train on Lamentis....
Translations- "jeg elsker deg Loki Laufeyson"--"I love you Loki laufeyson."
"jeg elsker deg min valkyrie"--"I love you my valkyrie."
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somethinginthewayiam · 10 months
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Oh so horrible
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pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader
words: 4437
warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), mentions of death and the loss of a parent, angst
a/n: this chapter follows along to the plot of episodes 12 and 13 of season 6, so be warned for a lot of sadness and angst.
Summary: something is going on but nobody tells you anything. Juice comes to Diosa high off his titts, almost overdosing. Chibs gets tense when you mention Tara and all of a sudden he calls you over to the ice cream shop and they tell you that Jax is about to be arrested...
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Bobby was shot in the shoulder during a job. Chibs couldn’t tell you more but you were taking care of the books alone again as he was getting better. He was up at the cabin, Tara was taking care of him. You offered to help, too, but he told you that he was in good hands and you were more of use at Diosa and CaraCara. You knew that he purposefully did not want you at the cabin so you stayed put.
You tried not to be hurt by it, but you were confused by your feelings. You wished that he trusted you more with the hard stuff, but also realized that he wanted to protect you from it. He had made that abundantly clear.
You were in the office at Diosa when Juice showed up. You didn’t think much of it and kept on working. A little later, Nero asked you to have the office for a little chat with Gemma and you agreed, deciding that you needed a break anyways and walked over to the bar to talk to Lyla.
All of a sudden, one of the new girls, Cynthia, came out running from the rooms in the back.
“Help, please! There’s something wrong with Juice”, she shouted. Nero and Gemma came out of the office and were running towards the rooms, following Cynthia. Lyla and you followed right behind them.
“What happened?”, Nero asked. “I was rubbing him down, asked him to flip over. Next thing I know, he’s on the floor”, Cynthia told him, panicking.
“Jesus, Juice”, Gemma said and got on her knees next to his body. He was laying on the floor, naked, face down. Nero and Gemma tried to wake him up. He was unoriented, almost unable to speak.
“His eyes are pinned”, Nero said after opening one of Juice’s eyes forcefully with his fingers. “What did he take?”, Nero asked Cynthia. “Nothing with me”, she said. “He was pretty high when he came in”, Lyla told them. “Alright, check the trash”, Gemma ordered. Cynthia checked in the room, Lyla went into the bathroom. You still stood in the door of the room, not knowing what to do.
Lyla came out just a few seconds later. “Shit, Oxy”, she said and held up empty packages. “Idiot. How many?”, Gemma asked. “If they were full, six”, Lyla said and handed the packages over to Nero, who had his hand stretched out towards her. “80s, that’s bad”, Nero said and handed the packages back to Lyla.
He and Gemma tried to get Juice fully conscious again. “Should I call 911?”, you asked to help too. “No”, Gemma and Nero said at the same time. They exchanged a look and then sighed.
“Give me the can”, Gemma ordered Cynthia and she handed her the trash can. “If you bite me, I’ll rip your tongue out”, Gemma said to Juice before she pushed her fingers down his throat. You looked away as Juice started to vomit.
You needed to leave the room, you weren’t good with someone else puking. They seemed like they were handling the situation just fine. You rushed over to the office and grabbed your phone. You called Chibs on his recent burner phone. It rang for ages but he didn’t pick up.
You ran your hands through your hair and tried it again right away, but he still didn’t pick up. You threw your phone on the couch, exhaling loudly. That shit with Juice looked bad and it had you a little freaked out. You thought about going back in there but there wasn’t much you could do and Gemma and Nero seemed to have the situation somewhat under control.
You tried to get back to work but it was hard to concentrate. Through the window of the office, you could see that Gemma and Nero sat down at the bar and talked. They looked concerned but it didn’t seem like Juice was fighting for his life in there. Lyla must have stayed with him.
You had finally gotten somewhat of a concentration going when Gemma came into the office. “Hey, Tara needs me up at the cabin and Nero’s busy with Juice. Could you drive to my house and help Wayne with the boys?”, she asked you. “Yeah, sure”, you agreed, happy to get out of here. You wouldn’t have gotten any work done anyways.
She gave you her address as you had never been to her place before. When she handed you that piece of paper, she didn’t let go of the other end. “Did you tell anyone about Juice yet?”, she asked and her tone indicated that the only acceptable answer was No. You shook your head. “Let’s keep it that way. Let me talk to Jax about him, okay? It’s not your place”, she told you. Instead of an answer, you just nodded your head. Her eyes bore into yours for a moment longer before she finally let go of the piece of paper and walked out of the office.
You grabbed your purse and phone. Chibs hadn’t called you back yet so at least there wasn’t any need to lie to him. Just when you left the office, Lyla came back out of the room. “How’ Juice?”, you asked her. “I can’t really say, but so far, he seems okay, considering the circumstances. Nero’s with him now”, she told you. “Gemma asked me to help Wayne with the boys, so I’m out for today”, you explained why you’re leaving. “Are you okay?”, you asked her, motioning at the crowd of customers that was getting bigger. “We’re good here”, she waved off your concern.
 At the house, Wayne was a little surprised to see you there but he was thankful for the company and the help. Taking care of two little kids all on his own was harder than he had thought.
You were in the middle of playing with Abel and some toy blocks at the dining room table when Tara showed up. As she wanted to take the kids for dinner, the conversation between her and Wayne seemed tense. You didn’t know what was going on so you stayed in the background, cleaning up at the table and packing up the toys.
When Tara had left with the boys, you asked Wayne if he was okay. “We’ll see”, he answered. “You better go home now”, he added. Irritated at the whole situation, you got your purse from the kitchen counter and walked out to your car to drive home.
For the rest of the day, you didn’t hear anything from Chibs until he suddenly knocked on your door.
“Hey”, you said as you let him inside. “How’s Bobby?”, you asked and closed the door behind him. “He’s on his way of getting better”, he sighed and took off his kutte. “Tara did a good job”, he added and was on his way over to your couch. “I’m glad to hear that”, you commented and followed him.
“She didn’t say anything when she picked up the boys earlier”, you told him and he suddenly froze in his steps. “She picked up the boys?”, he turned around and looked at you with a serious look on his face. “When? Where?”, he asked you and gripped your upper arms with a tight grip.
“A few hours ago, from Gemma’s”, you told him irritated. “Chibs, you’re hurting me”, you said and tried to shake off his hands. He suddenly let go and put his kutte back on, strutting towards the door. “What’s going on?”, you called after him, but he just left your apartment without saying another word.
 After Chibs had rushed out of your apartment, you had tried to call him several times, but he didn’t pick up. You had no choice but to go to bed although you didn’t get much sleep.
The next day, you tried your best to take it as any other day. In the morning, you drove to the docks and did some work for CaraCara at the office in the warehouse. Things were looking up for the production and quite some new contracts had to be set up and salaries to be managed.
In the afternoon, you checked on Diosa. Juice wasn’t there anymore and neither was Nero. The only thing Lyla could tell you was that Juice had looked way better when he had left this morning and was probably back with the Sons.
Back in the office, you picked up your phone to call Chibs but your finger hovered over the button. You were kind of mad at him for just walking out on you like that last night, no word of explanation. You put your phone back into your purse and continued to work on the contracts you weren’t able to finish yesterday.
 It was past 8 pm when Chibs finally called you. He just asked you to come to the ice cream shop. He didn’t tell you what was going on, just that he needed you to come over. You were a bit reluctant at first, but he sounded very serious and you did not have the heart to just ignore his request.
When you arrived at the shop, you found the Sons and Chucky as well as Abel and Thomas there. After a quick look around, you noticed that two were missing. Jax and Juice.
“Hi, guys”, you said carefully as you entered. Some heads turned towards you, some managing some sort of a half-smile. The mood in the shop was grim.
You walked over to Chibs, who was holding Thomas while sitting at the counter, and kissed him on the forehead. His face was a portrayal of sadness. When you looked at Thomas, you found him sleeping in Chibs’ arms. You carefully caressed his little head.
“Should I take him from you?”, you asked Chibs with a low voice. “No, I just wanna hold the little lad a little longer”, he answered and kept staring ahead.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on?”, you asked the Scotsman and gently pushed a strand of his hair out of his face. “Not now, love”, he mentioned. “Okay”, you nodded and kissed his temple.
You moved on to Bobby, who was sitting in a chair at the table next to Chibs. “Hey, old man”, you lightly squeezed his shoulder as you walked past him. “Hey, doll”, he attempted to look over his shoulder but it was still in a sling.
Tig was sitting in a booth with his white bulldog that he and the guys had rescued from a dog fighting ring. You were greeting him with a kiss on the cheek and sat down at the table next to Bobby.
After a few moments of silence, Bobby told you that Jax was about to get arrested and do time as part of a deal. He’s at home right now saying goodbye to Tara. She would come by later to collect the boys after Jax had gotten taken away.
It was the first time you were about hearing all this. You looked over to Chibs who was looking at you over the head of sleeping Thomas. With a little nod he confirmed what Bobby had just told you.
You looked over at Abel playing with Happy, Rat and Chucky who were trying their best to keep him distracted.
You got up and walked over to Chibs. He looked up at you and you could see the sadness shimmering in his eyes in the form of tears. You cupped his face and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, lingering for just a moment. Through this, you wanted to tell him that you were there for him, that you would be by his side. When you pulled back, you wiped away a tear that had made its way onto his cheek.
Then you bent over and softly kissed Thomas’ head and stroked his hair. He was still sound asleep in Chibs’ arms. You knew how it felt to be held by these strong arms and how safe it made you feel every time.
You walked over to Abel and caressed his hair, too. “Hey big guy”, you said and sat down on the empty stool next to him. “What are we playing?”, you asked him. You gave Rat a nod that you would take over now and he could take a break.
When you played with Abel, he managed to take your mind off things and lighten your mood a bit.
 After a little while, Abel was asleep in a booth and Happy was sitting with him, Abel's head resting in Happy’s lap. These two had a special bond.
A few minutes ago, Thomas had woken up because he was hungry. You had warmed up a bottle behind the counter and had fed him, sitting in the booth behind Abel’s. Thomas was falling asleep again in your arms, Chibs was sitting next to you, watching Thomas’ eyes getting heavy, having his arm around your shoulder.
Ever since Chibs had come out of his little trance, he made sure not to have too much space between the two of you. He wanted you close and you needed him too. After hearing what was going to happen to Jax and witnessing how much it affected the people around him, it broke your heart as you had gotten close to the club yourself.
It was already very late. Everybody was wondering why Tara hadn't come to pick up the boys yet.
When Bobby called Tara’s phone, he was startled when someone else picked up. You couldn't hear who was on the other end of the call but as you watched Bobby’s face, your heart sank. Unintentionally, you pressed Thomas closer to your chest. You felt Chibs tensing up next to you as he was listening and watching Bobby as well.
Bobby looked over at Chibs while he listened to the person on the other end then his eyes wandered to Thomas and you saw tears forming in his eyes. Your heart started racing.
"Okay, thank you", Bobby said and his voice sounded weak. He nodded at Chibs to come with him. Chibs pressed a quick kiss to your temple and got up from the booth. He followed Bobby out the front door of the shop. Your eyes followed his every move.
As soon as the door had closed behind them, Bobby said something to Chibs. Chibs put his hand on Bobby’s healthy shoulder, leaning forward, letting his head hang low.
Bobby put his hand on the back of Chibs' head and pulled him close, giving him a tight hug. You could clearly see that he was crying, his whole body was shaking.
Your hand came up to your mouth to muffle your sounds as tears started to run down your cheeks.
They stood there for a minute or so before Bobby came back in. Chibs stayed outside, turning his back towards the shop window.
Bobby walked over to Tig at the counter and said something at his ear. Tig's head snapped around, looking at Bobby then over to Abel and then you and Thomas. Then he turned around again, putting his hands on the counter top and hung his head.
You slid out of the booth, careful not to wake up Thomas in your arms, and put him in his baby carrier that was placed on the counter next to Chucky. You walked over to Bobby who looked at you with shimmering eyes.
"What is going on?", you didn't dare to speak louder than a whisper. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Happy coming over as well. Abel was still sleeping on the bench.
Bobby looked at Happy, then you. "Tara is dead. Jax found her at the house", he told you and tears rolled down his cheeks and sunk into his beard.
Your hand shot up to cover your mouth, your eyes got big in shock. Your heart stopped for a second before it started racing at triple the normal speed.
Your other hand clutched to your chest over your heart. "Oh god", you breathed out, your voice shaky.
After Bobby had told everyone, the brave face he had put on started to crumble away. You could see how the shock of what had happened washed over him.
But all you could think about was Chibs. You could see him over Bobby's shoulder still standing in front of the shop window with his back to you. You walked over to the door, opened it and walked the two steps towards him.
"Filip", you said and your voice broke when he looked at you. His eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.
He pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands on the back of your head, pressing you against him. Your arms flung around his waist as you buried your face at his chest.
You were both crying as you held each other. What a horrible thing to happen, you couldn't believe it. A new wave of sobs washed over you as you thought about Abel and Thomas. Their mother was dead and their father about to spend the next 10 years in prison. You wrapped your arms a little tighter around Chibs.
You didn't know how long you were standing like this until Bobby came up behind you.
"Chibs, we need to get over there", he said and you slowly let go of Chibs. You reached up and wiped the tears off his face. Then you cupped his face and pulled him down for a kiss.
"Chucky's gonna try to reach Gemma but until she arrives, can you stay with the boys?", Bobby asked you. "Sure", you told him and wiped at your own face.
You waited outside until the Sons had ridden off on their bikes before you got back inside.
"Gemma's not picking up", Chucky told you. "Maybe she heard about Tara and is already there", you thought out loud.
You sat down across from Chucky and exhaled loudly. His eyes were equally red as yours. "They will send her here", Chucky said.
You covered your face with your hands as you leaned on the counter with your elbows, exhaling loudly.
"Y/N", you heard a little voice from behind you. You quickly wiped at your eyes again before you turned around.
"Hey, Abel", you said and picked him up to sit him on your lap. "Where's mommy?", he asked and rubbed at his tired eyes. New tears rushed to your eyes and you had to fight really hard to keep them from spilling onto your cheeks. You had to swallow down the lump that formed in your throat before you were able to answer him.
"She is still with your dad", you said and your voice was a bit raspy from crying. "We're trying to reach your grandma to pick you up", you told him and brushed his hair out of his face.
"Why are your eyes red?", he asked and poked his little finger at your cheek. "Oh, I'm, uhm, tired and then my eyes get red", you explained, feeling Chucky's eyes on you.
Like your words were an order, Abel yawned. "Are you tired, too?", you said and rubbed his back. He just nodded and leaned his head against your chest.
"Alright, those two need some sleep. I'll take them with me to my apartment. You keep trying to reach Gemma. When she answers her phone or shows up here, give her my number and I tell her where to pick them up", you explained to Chucky while getting up from the stool and with Abel on your arms, you walked over to Thomas who was still sleeping in his car seat.
Chucky nodded along to your words and came around the counter to help you.
"Shoot, I don't have a car seat for Abel", you said and looked at the kid in your arms, starting to fall asleep on your shoulder.
"I think we have an old one in the back, I'll go get it", Chucky said and rushed off into the storage room.
With his help, you carried the boys out to your car and he installed the seat. You buckled in Thomas' seat as well and then closed the car door, meeting with Chucky at the driver's door.
"If Chibs shows up again or calls, tell him I took the boys to my place", you told him. "Will do", he nodded and looked like he was tearing up again. You pulled him into a tight hug before you got into your car.
You had to be careful not to start crying again as it impaired your vision when you checked on the boys in your rearview mirror. Their lives had just changed dramatically and they had no idea. Luckily, both boys slept through the whole car ride to your apartment.
You had to wake up Abel though at your arrival, otherwise you didn't know how to get both of them upstairs without going twice and always leaving one kid alone.
"It's just a short elevator ride and then you can go right back to sleep. You're such a big boy, so good", you complimented Abel as you ushered him into your building and over to the elevator. You had the diaper bag hanging on your shoulder and Thomas' car seat on your other arm. In a matter of seconds, you had become a single mother of two, although just for one night.
You let Abel push the buttons of the elevator and a few minutes later, you had finally arrived at your apartment.
Abel seemed wide awake now and Thomas had woken up, too. He needed a diaper change and a bottle. You made a little snack for Abel and let him play with his toys for 15 minutes, then you brought them to your bedroom. It was already past midnight.
You found a music toy that played a lullaby. You put it on your nightstand and let it play. It helped Abel to go to sleep rather quickly.
With the lights turned low, you walked around your bedroom, swaying Thomas in your arms to get him to go to sleep again. It took you another 20 minutes and 5 more plays of the lullaby before he finally went down.
You placed him on the bed next to Abel and put all your pillows around them to keep them from falling out.
On your tiptoes, you walked out and kept the door ajar a few inches as you didn't have a baby phone. You let the light turned on in the hallway as a night light. You didn't know if they needed one, you only remembered that you felt safer with it as a kid.
You got over to the kitchen, cleaned up and collected Abel's toys from the floor and put it back in his little backpack.
You sat down at your little dining table and exhaled loudly, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. Now that you were left with nothing to do but wait, the tears came back to your eyes. Muffling your sobs with your hand, you let yourself feel the grief and pain you felt for Tara, thinking about the two little boys in your bedroom, Jax, how you saw Chibs crying for the first time. It was overwhelming to say the least.
You didn't know how long you sat there until you heard a knock at your door. You jumped up from your seat. It must be Gemma.
You rushed over to your door and opened it. In front of you was Chibs. You were disappointed and relieved. But definitely more relieved.
He immediately saw your red and swollen eyes from crying. He came inside, closed the door and pulled you into a tight hug.
You stood there for a few minutes like this, just holding on to each other.
"Was Gemma here?", he asked as he pulled back from the hug. You rubbed at your eyes to wipe away the new tears.
"No. I told Chucky to give her my number but she hasn't called yet either", you told him. "You haven't found her?", you asked in return.
"No", Chibs denied.
"Where are the boys?", he asked, looking around. "They're sleeping in my bed", you told him and automatically lowered your voice.
Chibs took off his shoes and kutte before he walked over to your bedroom.
"Be careful, it took a while before they went down", you told him as you followed his steps.
He gently pushed the door open a little further and leaned against the door frame. You came up behind him and cuddle up to his back. Then you slipped under his arm and looked at the sleeping boys with his arm around your shoulders.
"We have to sleep on the couch, I don't wanna risk waking them", you whispered. "I can't sleep anyways", he replied in a whispered tone.
You told him to follow you with a nod of your head and he pulled the door almost shut again.
In your living room, you sat down on your couch and he rested next to you. You crawled onto his lap, cuddling up to his chest and putting an arm around his neck.
"Did you say anything to them?", he asked after a little while of silence. "Only that we're having a little slumber party until grandma shows up", you told him.
"And about Tara?", he added. You swallowed. "Back at the shop, Abel asked where Mommy was and I told him that she was with daddy. I didn't know what else to say", you said, your head leaning against his shoulder.
Chibs had started to stroke your hair. "That's fine. I don't know what to say either", he commented.
"Did you see Jax?", you almost didn’t dare to ask. "I did. It was...horrible. Just horrible", he said and you could hear him choking up again.
With your hand, you caressed his cheek, your thumb running along his scar.
You felt the shake if his silent sobs against your body. He turned his head towards you and leaned his cheek against your head, tears running down his face and into your hair.
Your arms snaked around his body and held him a little tighter. Seeing him cry was heart-wrenching. You couldn't help but cry yourself. You wanted to be strong for him as he was always so strong for you. But as Chibs said, it was all just so horrible.
a/n: this is the last chapter for now. I’m putting this story on hiatus as I’m running out of ideas and dove right into a writer’s block. I hope you had a good time with Chibs as much as I had writing with/for him. Feel free to check back on my masterlist for any updates or stories you might not have read yet. Thank you!
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Chapter two of: Addicted.
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Roman sat up out of his bed with a groan, waking up to his 7:30 alarm. He sat up and was instantly sore, giving him a fresh reminder of last night. He sighed and grabbed his phone off the charger, eyes widening when he saw 3 missed calls from Rhea. He instantly called her back as he flipped the covers off his legs and stood up to stretch.
"Hey Rips, what's up?"
"Did seth tell you"
"Tell me..what?"
"Well he set up a breakfast "date" for us to go to so we can talk. It's at 8:30 so hurry up."
She spat out and hung up quickly leaving Roman stunned. He put his phone back on the charger and grabbed his essentials out of his suitcase, heading to the bathroom.
Rheas POV
I hung up almost instantly after talking to Roman. Why the fuck would Seth set this shit up knowing I'm still pissed?! I glanced over at Dom who was peacefully sleeping, god he looked beautiful. I gently shook him, "Hey Dom..I have to go soon alright?" I spoke softly not wanting to really disturb him.
"Yeah..? Alright mami be safe" he mumbled tiredly back to me, kissing my hand before turning to the other side to get comfortable. I smiled and got out of bed, walking to the bathroom to check myself out. I've already went to the gym, showered, and did everything a woman needed to do. I checked the time and saw it was already 8:10 so I grabbed my mini bag and headed out the door, giving Dom a kiss on the cheek before leaving.
15 Minutes Later.
I arrived and I'm instantly irritated. I see Roman and Seth sitting at a small squared table off to the corner, walking over there. "Rhea! Glad you could make it." Seth said with a smile in which I returned one as I sat down. Looking at Roman just made me sick.
No ones POV
All Roman could do was look at her. I mean he felt guilty and tried everything to apologize, but he knew it would take some time.
"Rhea look, I know I've already explained everything to you. I'm really sorry alright? I never meant for him to find those messages and find out everything."
Rhea sighed, stirring the coffee stick around in her black coffee Seth ordered for her. "Yeah..I guess I accept your apology. I just don't want Jimmy around me ever. again."
"Alright I can promise that no worries" he responded with a smile, finally all of this would be put to rest.
"Soo..how's you and Dom?" Seth questioned, taking a sip of his coffee. "Things are..meh. Same old same old I guess" Rhea responded with a slight smile, not wanting to go into detail about the truth.
Truth be told, after Dominik found out about Rhea sleeping with Roman things went sideways for a while. He wouldn't book hotel rooms with her, he wouldn't even sit next to her in the car rides with the group. It took him a few weeks to finally talk to her and at least..attempt to move on from it. Things went well for a while and then they didn't. It took them a while to get back on track and just let things smoothe over on its own.
Roman looked around taking in the scenery when he spotted someone. Dean. He damn near jumped up out of his seat to go run and hug him but remained composed. "Rhea you know you can always talk to us right?" "Yeah..Yeah I know" she spoke which snapped Roman out of his zone. He was too busy looking around and staring at Dean to realize the conversation they were having. They were going on and on about the whole situation from Elimination Chamber and how her relationship was with Dom. He felt bad truly but god it was just unfair Dom got to have her and not share.
Rhea checked her phone and stood up almost instantly. "Hey I um- I gotta go. Something happened with Damian and Finn" she spoke quickly, grabbing her coffee cup and leaving.
Seth noticed Roman staring at someone and looked, it was Dean.
Flashback.
"Dean this isn't fair and you know it."
"Oh cmon Seth. You know he'll never love you the way he loves me just fucking face it dude."
Roman just sat there completely silent and out of it. He was in love with his two best friends and didn't know what the fuck to do. Seth walking in on him and Dean didn't make things any better for him either.
"One day Seth you'll realize. Nothing and no one can replace me in his life."
End of flashback.
Seth's blood boiled and his heart sank. Dean was the one person he didn't want to see ever again after those words Dean spoke to him. Roman seemed to notice this and sat there quietly, his gaze shifting off to look outside the window.
"Go talk to him, I know you want to."
"Seth I-" "Go."
Roman silently stood up and made his way over to the table were Dean was sitting alone. "Holy shit- Ro?" Dean spoke damn near choking on his drink. Roman chuckled and smiled. "Hey Dede..haven't seen you in a while you know. Ever since you went to AEW you kinda ghosted me" he spoke and took a seat in the chair across from Dean.
"Shit dude sorry about that. Works have been busy and you know how shit is" Dean spoke feeling guilty about just leaving Roman alone how he did. "It's fine I get it, how'd you like it over there?" Roman questioned.
"Awe man you've got to come watch one of my matches if you aren't busy- I'm having a blast" he spoke, seeming very enthusiastic about it which made Roman chuckle to himself. "I'll try, hey did you uh get a new number or something" he asked as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Shit- I did, here give me your phone"
Seth just sat there. Watching as Dean typed his new number into Roman's phone. This whole interaction just made him more and more pissed off, so he stood up and walked out of the building. Roman noticed and just sighed in his head, continuing his conversation with Dean.
When Seth got back to the hotel, he was not expecting the scene he saw in the lobby.
"Damian what the absolute FUCK is wrong with you huh?! You go out with Dom for one fucking night and come back with a pregnancy?!" Rhea was fussing at Damian at the top of her lungs. From what Seth gathered within the 5 seconds of him being there, Damian and Dominik went out to a club and Damian got someone pregnant. Thank god this was a WWE only reserved hotel or shit would've hit the fan quickly.
Finn was pacing around furious while Dom just stood there silently. He knew who the girl was sadly and if he told Rhea it would just make her more mad. He noticed Seth out of the corner of his eye and sighed as he quietly walked over to him.
"Is everything..good?" "Fucks no. I mean you hear what she's saying" Dom responded very quickly as he sat down in a lounge chair with Seth.
"So he got someone pregnant huh?" Seth asked as he sipped on the coffee he got to go. "Yeah..I mean I told him it was a bad idea to go home with the girl but he didn't listen to me. And I mean you know the whole thing between him and Finn right?" Seth shook his head no.
"Shit dude you've got to keep up with the locker room whispers. Apparently they're in some sort of relationship without a label on it, it's confusing shit and I just gave up on trying to keep up with it."
"So that's why he's so mad.." "Yup."
At this point Roman had returned and Rhea's former tag partner Liv showed up from all the commotion. "Rhea! Calm the fuck down ok?" Liv spoke as she held onto Rhea's arm to pull her back from slapping the taste out of Damian. Rhea snatched her arm out of her grip and walked off to go calm herself down. Dominik took this opportunity to stand up and go after her to make sure she didn't break anything like she tends to do. Damian stood there pissed after being yelled at like a fucking 2 year old but to be honest he deserved it.
Hours later. 7:30 pm.
It was a saturday so everyone tended to head out to a club or something to relax and have fun. Rhea invited Roman,Seth,Liv,Dom, and Bianca out to a bar for the night to cool off. When Roman arrived, he spotted Rhea alone and went to go talk to her. "Hey you alright? Where's everyone else?" "Oh hey..well the girls and seth are over there bothering some people. Dominik decided not to show up and instead went to Damian's room" he nodded at her words and ordered him a double whiskey.
"See you ordering the same thing as me hm" Rhea spoke and chuckled to herself, sipping on her glass of whiskey. Roman smiled and took a sip of his drink when he received it, looking off in the distance at Seth.
"You two still messing around?" Rhea asked, trailing her foot up his leg. She knew she was wrong for doing this but she couldn't help herself when he looked that good in his all black tight fitted shirt and sweatpants. Roman noticed this instantly and chuckled to himself, running his hand up her leg. "Yeah..we are. Is that an issue Miss Ripley?"
"Oh not at all..I can change that tho" she spoke with a smile and finished off her drink, Roman doing the same.
Fast Forward to the next morning.
Rhea sat up and looked next to her, instantly jumping out of the bed. How the fuck did she get in bed with Roman of all people? She quickly dressed herself and was about to leave but was stopped at the feeling of a hand on her waist. "Leaving now Rhea?" a familiar voice of Roman's in her ear.
"Yes Roman..Dom is probably worried sick about me alright?" she spoke and shoved his hand off of her. "Fine, go ahead and leave. We'll talk about this at some point" he spoke and watched her leave, loving every second of the view. He turned over in his bed and grabbed his phone, calling Dean to plan to meet up.
Rheas POV
I banged on the door, trying everything to wake at least Dom up. Finally he opened the door and looked at me, not seeming too happy to see my face.
"So..Roman again huh?" shit.
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daydreamwritting · 1 month
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Until He Wasn't Part 1
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Light Yagami was the perfect boyfriend...until he wasn't. When high school sweethearts turn into a murderous nightmare, Y/N must get out of this relationship alive, finding some surprising company in the process.
Relationship's: Light x reader, L Lawliet x reader
Warnings: abusive relationship, Light Yagami being a mass murderer as usual, mentions of sex, mentions of suicide (no details), cheating (kinda. is it really cheating or is it escaping?)
Not edited, feedback is appreciated! :)
I would also like to note that I originally sent this idea as a request to cat3ch1sm on tumblr but couldn't get it out of my head. So if this ends up being familiar that's my bad. I will link their version of this of they post it!
You sat at your desk, staring at the textbook in front of you like you have been for the past three hours. Homework and studying all seemed so pointless now. It's been five hours since you left your boyfriends house. About six weeks since you watched Light go off the deep end. Six weeks since you realized just how trapped you were.
You didn't think too much of it the day Light picked up the Death Note. You both laughed as you read through the first page of rules. Eventually, curiosity got the better of both of you, and when Light suggested trying it on a criminal, you thought it was an ideal solution, not like either of you were actually expecting it to work. From there on Light continued to kill off criminals, and although you didn't necessarily agree with what he was doing, watching him save a bunch of hostages from his desk chair isn't something you can easily get angry at. You figured if this is how Light would be using the death note, the world should be thanking him.
To be fair, you didn't notice just how often Light was spending with the notebook. You and Light were so caught up in your studies that most of your dates recently happened at nearby cafes or the library. Which was the exact reason you were so excited to go to Light's house that day.
You slammed the textbook shut, trying to make sense of where it all went wrong. It was just a normal afternoon in the Yagami house. You were with Light in his room, cuddling on his bed and lazily watching the tv, just wanting to forget about the stress of school and spend time with each other. It was a shock to both of you when a man appeared on the tv claiming to be world class detective known as L. You and Light sat up, both of you having heard of L before, seeing his face was something new though. The few minutes chilled you to your core.
"Criminals around the world are being murdered by a serial killer. I consider this crime to be the most atrocious act of murder in history. I-" You tuned out the rest of the sentence as you turned to Light. His face was unreadable.
"Light?" You whispered. He ignored you as he stood up and grabbed the death note from his desk drawer, having to flip through dozens of pages to get to an empty one. "How many names have you written, Light?" You stayed frozen at your spot on the bed. When did he have time for all of this?
"I anticipated that the police might get involved and that something like this might happen."
"The police? Light how many names did you write?....Light!" He continued to ignore you, listening to the man on the small screen instead.
Light slowly grabbed a pen from his desk. "You see YN, I have been using the death note to protect the innocent. Call it justice if you will." You watched, unable to do anything as he wrote down the detectives name. When he was done, he turned to stare at you as you watched the detective collapse onto the ground in horror. "I plan to use it to create a new world. A world of peace to be desired. And any who oppose it, lets just say I move them out of my way. Do you understand?" He stared as you intensely as you nodded slowly. This version of Light scared the shit out of you, and something told you he'd be sticking around.
Since that day, the Light you knew disappeared. The facade was always kept up to throw off his family and the police force, but you knew it was all for show. The Light you knew was gone, and Kira had taken his place.
L would have to be a fool to believe that you were as clueless as you acted. Since Light first introduced you he knew that was his ticket to the truth. You were smart just like Light, but your grades have plummeted drastically in the past few months, whatever facade Light was keeping up was clearly more difficult for you to follow. But other than that, there was nothing else L could find suspicious with the couple. If you knew anything at all you kept it well hidden. If you knew L had placed cameras around the Yagami house you certainly didn't show it. L was pretty certain from what he knew about you that you wouldn't let Light touch you like that knowing others were watching.
"Certainly we can rule out my son now?" The police chief said, his face red from the uncomfortable scene they all just watched play out on the monitors in front of them.
"No." L replied, "I don't believe Light would go through such lengths to keep people out of his room just to be sexually active with his girlfriend of three years. I mean certainly that part shouldn't have been a surprise to you."
"I just don't understand what exactly we are looking for." Masuda stated. "Light just seems like a normal teenager. Shouldn't we be looking elsewhere? I mean, not to undermine your intelligence, it just that Kira is still killing and we aren't finding anything watching Light."
"You're right." L said blankly. Masuda smiled. "I want camera all over Y/N's house."
"You can't be serious?" Chief Yagami said, putting his fingers to his temple, trying to relieve his oncoming headache.
"I'm always serious. You are all dismissed for the day. We will resume tomorrow."
That night all L thought of was you as he sat with his legs up to his chest, case files scattered out in front of him. He reviewed everything he knew about your relationship with Light. You had both met in class, both straight A students, its obvious why you two got together. According to Chief Yagami you have been nothing but pleasant to be around, and the few times Light has brought you around he had to agree. You seemed too nice for your own good. He wouldn't put it past Light to keep you in the dark about this, but something about that felt off to L. On the off chance that Light would be able to detect the cameras in his house, he purposefully left them out of yours. He wanted Light to think you weren't a suspect. L also knew you spent most of your time with Light in public or at his own house.
The next day, after everyone else was dismissed early for the evening, L, Chief Yagami, and Matsuda stayed behind to review footage from your house. To most, seeing you study at your desk with your textbook wouldn't raise any suspicion, but L has noticed that you haven't flipped a page in over forty minutes. Without any warning you slammed the textbook shut, startling the less observant police officers. Taking a closer look at the screen L noticed you were crying. "Well this is something new." From what L knew of you, you were normally very composed. The three watched in shock as the silent tears turned into full out sobs. This was the breakdown L was hoping to see, but it all ended too soon as you stood up and exited your house.
"So that tells us absolutely nothing." Matsuda scoffed.
"That told us absolutely everything." L stated as he rose from his chair and headed to the exit, "You are dismissed. I have something important to attend to."
You left your house in a hurry, tears still streaming down your face. luckily it was getting dark, most families were having dinner so you didn't have to worry about anyone seeing you uncontrollably sob as you walked a few blocks down to your favorite park. You sat down on a wooden bunch under your favorite tree. You always came here when you felt overwhelmed, something about the fresh air and surrounding greenery gave you some piece from the chaos that is now life. To be honest you weren't sure how much longer you could keep this up, and Light knew it. He had you on a tight leash at this point, you knew he'd never let you walk away from the situation. Light was no longer the loving boyfriend you knew, every day he would remind you just how easily he can write your name in the book if you said anything. Lights reaction alone to you suggesting wanting to walk away with the promise of not saying anything was enough to convince you he was going to write your name down then and there.
"It's a nice night for a walk." L voice startled you as you quickly turned to face him, fear clear on your face.
You attempted to wipe your tears and act normal around the detective. You knew he was L, although Light did nothing but threaten you he did keep you in the loop, that and you've seen him a few times when Light would bring you with him to the task force. Realizing L was waiting for a response, you tried to act as normal as possible. "I just wanted some fresh air to clear my head. Ya know, studying and all."
"Clear your head from studying or clearing your head from that fact that your boyfriend is Kira." You froze. You knew L has been suspecting Light, but you never thought he'd come to you directly. You hesitated to answer, almost expecting a swarm of police officers to come out and arrest you.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You tired to say without your voice shaking, failing miserably.
L sat down next to you, looking you dead in the eyes. "As you know Light is currently being monitored, I can assure you he is currently at his house having dinner with his family. Chief Yagami is to inform me if he leaves the residence. So if you have something to tell me, now would be the time."
You stayed quiet, staring at the ground unsure of what to do. Sure Light was in the dark right now but how long would that last? How long until he knows you talked to L? Light was smart and he would find a way to kill you without making it look suspicious on his end. It would be easy enough, You're about to fail out of college, seems like a good enough excuse for a suicide.
"Y/N, if Light is Kira we need to know. " L tired again, not surprised by you silence as he tried a different approach. "You don't have to be involved with this Y/N. If Light is who I think he is, I want you to look over at the pond off to the right and we will get you out of here. The plan is already set, tomorrow when Light stops by, your father will inform him that the school has assigned you a tutor for your studies. We can discuss the rest when we get you somewhere safe." L knew this was a long shot. There was only about a 5% chance Light was actually Kira, but that was a chance he was willing to take. He knew he had the right decision when your eyes shifted over to the pond. With that L and you stood as he guided you Watari waiting in a nearby car.
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kaymardsa · 1 year
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Feelings
Still catching up on prompts by the wonderful @wolfstarmicrofic ❤️❤️
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"Hey I sent your letter to Moony off with mine" James said cheerily, sitting next to Sirius as he grabbed a slice of toast from the kitchen table.
"Huh?" Sirius asked, confused. "I'm only just now writing it." He gestured to the parchment in front of him.
"There was a folded paper in your room that said To Moony, so I sent that. What is it?"
Sirius's face went white. He jumped up and sprinted up the stairs, James quickly following behind him, worried.
He tore through his desk and flipped through his rolls of parchment. He shuffled around his bed and his bag. Nothing. It was gone.
"What the fuck Pads? What was it?" James asked as Sirius threw himself down on his bed with a deep, painful groan.
"That was the letter, Prongs."
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Across the continent, several hours later, Remus was absently petting the Potter family owl as he unrolled the letter Sirius had written him.
Moony,
Prongs told me to write this. Told me over Christmas actually, but I thought it was stupid so I didn't. Anyway I have feelings for you. Big huge feelings that are so strong they make me want to cry sometimes. Actually I do that. I cry sometimes about it. God you're just so... perfect. I want to kiss you and hold you and marry you and have little Remus babies together and go to bed next to each other every night and wake up next to each other every morning and live happily ever after and all that sappy shit. Ugh. I love you so fucking much. Fuck fuck fuck. This isn't working. I don't feel better and Prongs is an idiot. Oh well. You will never read this and now at least I can say I tried it and he can stop suggesting it every time I say anything about you. He's so smug since he started dating Lily. You know what I'm talking about. Blah blah blah. I love you i love you i love you. Wow this is really stupid.
-Sirius
Remus read it what seemed like 100 times before it sunk in. When it did he let out a laugh, only realizing he was also crying when it came out shakey and choked.
He dug around in the box under his bed and pulled out the old note he had written and attached it to the owls leg, sending her off before he changed his mind.
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Sirius was pacing the room. James was sitting cross legged on the bed watching him.
"I'm so sorry, Pads" he mumbled.
"I know. You've said that a zillion times."
"I didn't think you'd ever actually write that letter."
"Me either."
"And I told you that so long ago..."
"I know." Sirius sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have left it out. I shouldn't have written it at all. I should have just kept my damn-"
He was cut off by aggressive tapping on the window. The owl had returned, and she was carrying a letter.
"Oh god" Sirius choked. "Can you? I can't...."
James walked across the room and opened the window, carefully taking the letter with Sirius's name and walking it over to him. He took it with shaking hands and unrolled it, forcing himself to breathe.
Sirius,
I regret to inform you that I have fallen in love with you. I am writing this because Prongs thinks it will help me accept my feelings or some shit and even though he's the biggest idiot I know, he said it helped when he was trying to get over his feelings for Lily enough to be friends. So. Here we are. This will live in a box under my bed until I get the nerve to burn it, but it's out there in the world now. I am hopelessly and annoyingly in love with you, Sirius Black.
Remus
James watched Sirius's smile grow as a tiny tear rolled down his cheek and onto his hand. He walked over to read the letter over his shoulder, giving a triumphant shout when he finished.
"You planned this" Sirius laughed.
"I didn't!"
"Well when did he write this?"
James shrugged. "I didn't know he actually did. Maybe over summer last year? You can see the wonky G's from when he broke his finger right before break."
"Oh right, I forgot about that" Sirius laughed, still holding the worn parchment. Still looking at it as if it were an archeological find of the highest importance. "You sent my letter on purpose. You knew..."
"I knew you both had feelings, but I swear I didn't send it on purpose" James said seriously. "I would never do that."
He grinned widely as Sirius rolled his eyes and reached for a quill and fresh parchment. It really had been an accident, but he couldn't bring himself to feel bad about it just now. It had been a long two years keeping their secrets. His best friends were in love, and they finally knew it. It was going to be a good summer.
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harlowsbby · 1 year
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okay idea 🌸
jack wants to cook dinner for you but he knows he's got a controversial culinary past so he asks your best friend for advice on what to cook for you, since he's trying to impress you and he ends up doing a pretty good job
My man the cook
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“Wait so when you bake a cake do you have to use eggs?”
“I know you didn’t just ask me that I need you to be so for real right now.”
“Yas please I’m not playing I’m being so serious.”
Everyone knew Jack and the kitchen didn’t go together. Last time you let Jack cook you breakfast in bed he somehow managed to go through an entire loaf of bread because he burnt every single slice, let’s not even mention when he tried to make you dinner on Valentine’s Day.
He called up your friend Yasmin to try and get some help but the entire time she was laughing and making fun of Jack.
“Yas please I want this red velvet cake to come out perfect for Y/N and you keep laughing at me when I ask simple questions.”
The entire kitchen was covered in flour and egg shells and food coloring dye which Jack only prayed would come out of his white t-shirt.
“So look on the box and read over the instructions does it say add eggs?”
He scratched his head as he looked over the box and nodded his head slowly realizing he did indeed need two eggs, one cup of cooking oil and one stick of butter.
“It does”
“So pour all of that into a bowl and mix it together, I’m sure you can do that right?” Yasmin asked sarcastically, Jack glared at her and flipped her off before hanging up.
Jack’s tongue stuck out in concentration as he focused mixing all the ingredients in the bowl before pouring everything into the baking pan. He smiled at his good work before turning the oven to 350 degrees and setting a timer so he didn’t burn the cake this time.
After a few minutes the timer went off signaling Jack that the cake was done.
“This shit looks good I’m not even gonna lie.” He told himself and set the cake in the fridge to cool down after about 20 minutes he took the cake back out the fridge and frosted it with vanilla creme cheese flavored icing and nodded his head in approval.
“Jack? Are you home baby.” Your voice came from the living room. He quickly hid the cake behind him and turned around just in time to see you coming into the kitchen.
“Hi baby girl I missed you today.. how was work?” He spoke quickly, glaring at him you knew Jack was hiding something or either did something.
“What did you do? Did you burn something again because it smells like you’ve been making something.”
“Well I did make something and I made it special for you.”
“Is it edible? Will it send me to the hospital if I eat it? Because last time it took forever to pump my stomach out and I don’t want to relive that again Jack.” You both shivered at that vivid yet disturbing memory.
“Baby I’m being serious and yes it’s edible I called Yasmin for some help and it actually turned out good. So close your eyes and stop talking.” Lifting your hands to your face you covered your eyes, all your heard was Jack’s feet moving across the floor and the sounds of his laughter.
“Okay open.” Opening your eyes you gasped seeing a perfectly decorated red velvet cake in-front if you, which instantly brought tears to your eyes.
“Uh oh is it not good enough? Does it stink.. I’m sorry baby you don’t have to eat thi-.” You grabbed Jack by the back of his neck before pulling into you and smashing your lips onto his. He was a bit taken back but none the less he kissed you back before pulling away.
“So I take it that you like the cake?” He grinned and you pushed his chest softly.
“I love it Jack.”
“You wanna try it?” You smiled and nodded as Jack took your purse and placed it on the counter, he grabbed two plates and forks before cutting you both a slice of cake.
He watched intensely as you brought the piece of cake up to your lips before chewing it slowly.
“So how does it taste?”
“It taste.. actually this taste really good are you sure you didn’t buy this from the store?” He laughed and started eating his cake as well.
“I promise baby if you would’ve seen the way this kitchen looked earlier you would’ve known this didn’t come from no store.”
For the rest of the night the two of you spent the night snuggled on the couch in your matching Halloween pajamas from target and just feeding each other some cake.
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