#don’t mess around with Jim baby

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Help You Unwind | Jim Hopper X Reader

Summary: Hopper comes home tense after a long day at work and you help him relax.

Rating: 18+!!!!! Very smutty!!!!!! Minors begone!!!!

Warnings: blowjobs, dirty talk, mentions of afab genitalia

A/N: okay listen y’all can blame @letterfromvienna for this one bc she posted some filth about hop and my brain simply couldn’t rest until I got this out. It’s 2.7k words of giving him the #sloppy that he deserves and I’m not sorry about it <3

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The low murmur of the TV had been the only sound keeping you company for the last hour or so. You really only had it on for the background noise while you read, though the cabin and its surrounding environment did tend to get a bit eerie at night so it worked out for that as well. Although your current position maybe wasn’t the most attractive-one leg draped over the back of the couch while the other hung lazily off the edge, torso scrunched up with your current read close to your face- it sure as hell was comfortable. This was how you stayed, and planned to stay, until you heard the familiar sound of Jim’s car approaching.

You rearranged your body into a slightly less unflattering position and set down your book, a smile coming to your face as you heard the keys in the door.

“Hey, you,” Hopper said with a sigh, tiredness evident in his voice. A glance at the clock on the side table told you it was late, 11:26 to be exact, though you could’ve guessed as much just from the heaviness in his eyelids and heaviness in his shoulders.

He crossed the room towards the fridge, mindlessly unbuttoning his uniform shirt in an attempt to get more comfortable. As he pulled out a beer, you got up on your knees and leaned your arms on the top of the couch. “Long night?”

“That’s an understatement.”

You knew work had been extra rough on him recently- police presence seemed to be needed significantly more in the summer, what with the local teenagers out of school causing trouble with their parties that they thought they’d cleverly hidden deep enough in the woods, not to mention the heightened traffic from everyone traveling away from Hawkins in search of better vacation spots (not that you could blame them). All this combined with the fact that he now had another life in his home that he needed to keep alive and safe meant that he came home from work most nights completely and utterly exhausted.

It pained you to see him in this state; you knew he was burning himself out. You just wanted to make him feel better again- make him feel as good as he made you feel.

After making his way back towards the living area of the cabin, he slumped down across from you on the couch with a loud grunt before taking a long sip of the beer. As he set it down on the side table next to him, he pat his thigh in an invitation for you to join him, one you gladly took.

Scooting over and settling into his lap comfortably, you wrapped one arm around the back of his neck while the other fiddled with the loose thread sticking out of his uniform collar. “Anything you wanna talk about?” You asked, knowing the answer.

“Nothin’ you need to worry about,” he sighed again before closing his eyes and nestling into your hair. “Just glad to be home. What about you? How was your night?”

Your chest warmed at the feeling of him running his hand gently along your leg. “Relatively uneventful after El left,” you told him.

He didn’t remove himself from your hair but you felt him chuckle a bit. “Yeah, sorry about that. I know you were looking forward to a girl’s night with her.”

That was true- you had planned to spend the evening with El doing typical “girly” stuff, movies, painting nails, etc, and had gotten about one hour in before the phone rang and she was asking if she could go to a sleepover at Max’s. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting a little, but you knew she was just a kid and needed to do kid things, so you happily drove her to her friend’s house and painted your own nails in the kitchen before tearing into the pile of unhealthy snacks you’d brought in preparation for the evening.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m glad she has people to ditch me for. Plus I don’t want her thinking I’m playing step-mom and forcing her to hang out with me,” you closed your eyes and smiled mostly to yourself. “It’s okay though, you’re here now.”

“Thank god for that,” he replied, voice seeming distant and allowing you to once again sense the tension that was overwhelming him.

Even if he didn’t want to talk about his problems, you were determined to help him relax even a little. You moved your hand from his shoulder to his scalp, gently scratching your nails across it with no particular pattern. You felt a thrum of satisfaction in your chest after he hummed with pleasure.

“Is that good, honey?” You asked, once again knowing the answer.

He responded with another hum that was muffled into your neck. From this angle you could breathe in his scent- the aftershave still fragrant from that morning mixed with a comforting musk and just the slightest bit of sweat. You continued massaging him for another minute or so, before pulling him back slightly to take in his face. Though his eyes were tired, he still looked at you with enough tenderness to fill your heart ten times over.

“What? Somethin’ on my face?” He asked with a small laugh.

“No, it’s nothing I just… wanted to look at you. I missed you,” you responded, feeling sheepish after your confession while under his loving gaze, despite being the recipient of it more times than you could remember.

He closed the small space between your heads and pressed his lips to yours. It was an innocent kiss, but a full one, and once again your heart felt like it could burst. You pulled back only slightly, placing a hand on the side of his face. He adjusted his grip on your outer thigh, pulling you closer in his lap.

Closing the gap between the two of you once again, you put more into this kiss. A small part of you recognized that he was beyond worn out and should probably just shower and go to sleep, but another (admittedly larger and hornier) part of you recognized that you’d had too much time alone tonight to think about a variety of ways you’d like to help him unwind when he got home, most of them bringing a blush to your face. The larger part won, closing out the argument by reasoning that you were just helping him relax, right?

Your tongue gently moved into his mouth, the kiss deepening while remaining lazy and slow. The hand that rested on the side of his face returned to its previous spot in his hair, though this time it tugged a bit as it arrived. His tongue fell into a familiar rhythm with yours, tasting the sweetness of your mouth that he never got enough of. Once again you pulled away, but only for a moment to rearrange your bodies so your legs were straddled across his lap. His body felt sturdy underneath you and you had to resist grinding yourself against him, already riled up after an evening left to your devices, and subsequent fantasizing.

After a moment you moved your mouth to his ear and leaned in. “I want to make you feel good.” You whispered.

It took a moment for him to respond. “Okay,”Was all he managed.

A short response, but it was all you needed. You giggled lowly, a small yet devious smile coming to your face as you gently took his earlobe between your teeth. His breath hitched and you delicately smoothed your tongue over the same area, then dragged it up the outer shell of his ear. At the same time, your hand cupped his neck and pulled him into you, despite already being as close as you could. You began making your way down his neck, pressing sloppy kisses and nipping slightly as you went along. His hand that had been previously resting by your knees slid up the length of your thighs to lightly squeeze your ass. It didn’t hurt by any means, but you could tell from the pressure and stiffness of his torso that he still wasn’t letting go of the tension.

“You just need to relax, okay baby? I’m gonna take care of you.”

Your voice was almost sickly sweet, dripping with sin. Your eyes matched this sentiment as you placed another tender kiss to his lips, then shifted off of his lap and settled onto the floor in front of him. Maybe it was a bit cliche for you to be on your knees for him, staring up through your lashes with big, gentle eyes- but you couldn’t really find it in you to care.

That said, as you looked up at the man before you, you couldn’t help but feel a bit intimated by his large frame. It was something you normally adored about Jim- his strong arms, his soft belly- but from this angle, he looked downright powerful. Like a king on his throne, strong legs spread to make room just for you. It made you feel even smaller than him than you already were. He was gazing down at you with lowered eyelids, anticipating what was to come but doing his best to conceal it. You didn’t miss the way his hands twitched by his sides, longing to weave themselves into your hair, but staying respectfully in their place. Like this, he was overwhelming in the best way possible.

You raked your nails down his thighs, just enough pressure to make him squirm and flex the strong muscles. You placed a gentle kiss to his clothed knee before reaching towards his belt, not wasting any time getting it undone. Some nights, you chose to painstakingly draw out this process and tease him until he finally snapped and bent you over the table, but you knew better than to do so tonight and chose to get to the point. His breathing deepened as you undid the button at the top of his pants, hands so close to where he wanted them. He was already aching for you- all he’d wanted during the last few hours of his shift was to come home to you and have you saying his name in that pretty way you do when he finally slips into your wet heat.

Grabbing the band of his briefs and his pants, you tugged and he lifted his hips to assist you. His hard length sprung back against his stomach, finally free of restraint. It sent a wave of heat straight to your pussy, but you reminded yourself that this was about him, not you.

A low groan left his mouth as you gingerly wrapped one hand around the base of him. You supposed it made sense for a man as big in stature as him to have such a long, thick cock, but even now you found yourself in awe of it. The first time the two of you had sex he’d had to take things extra slow, pushing in carefully to allow you to adjust. The first time you sucked him off, you weren’t even sure you were going to be able to fit even half of him in your mouth. A small remnant of that apprehension still lingered, but it was much easier to shake away now.

Gripping him firmly, you gave him several solid, slow pumps.

“Fuck, baby.” He leaned his head back over the top of the couch and huffed.

Seeing some of the weight leave his chest as he shut his eyes and went slack jawed sent a wave of pride throughout you. “That’s it, pretty boy. I’m right here. Give it all to me.”

You adjusted your position so you were higher up on your knees, then leaned forward with your hand still wrapped around him and placed your lips on the end of his dick. Flattening your tongue along the underside, you sank your mouth down until it met your fisted hand. You repeated this motion a few times, hearing the pleasure flowing from his throat. On a particularly loud grunt, you twisted your head in sync with your hand and met in the middle, then picked up the pace gradually.

His hands could no longer stay complacent by his sides. He moved them to the back of your head, though they didn’t do anything besides rest there. Meanwhile, his hips arched up ever so slightly, and you knew exactly what he wanted in that moment.

“Use me however you need, baby. Fuck my mouth.” Your hand left it’s spot at the base of his cock and returned to his thick thigh, stroking it absently. After you spoke your mouth returned back to the tip of him, swirling your tongue around it.

Still retaining some semblance of control, he looked down at you. “You sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Despite how decidedly unwholesome this situation was, your heart squeezed at the notion of him wanting to be gentle with you. “I can take it, I promise. I’ll stop you if it’s too much.”

That was enough for Hopper. Slowly at first, he began with shallow thrusts into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks around him to create more suction, which elicited a deep moan from him before he began moving faster. In response, you let out a moan of your own, knowing the vibrations would make the man shudder.

“Can you take me deeper, sweetheart?” He asked, voice breathy.

Though you didn’t feel particularly sexy doing do, you responded with your best attempt at “mm-hmm”. He chuckled at this before sliding his cock deeper into your mouth. It was uncomfortable at first, he was so big and your mouth was not, and tears pricked at your eyes as he began picking up a faster rhythm. You told yourself to relax your throat as best as you could and take it, knowing how much he needed this release.

“God, fuck. So fuckin’ pretty. Taking me so good.” He gritted out.

Hearing him speak like that made it all worth it.

Once again you felt your pussy squeeze around nothing; he was straight up babbling. You loved when you got him to this point. His brain was a jumbled mess and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

His fingers tightened in your hair. “You gonna let me cum down your throat? I bet you’d like that, dirty girl. I bet you’d take it all so good.” He was thrusting into your mouth in a manner just this side of too much, but you wouldn’t dare stop him now. Not when he was grunting and panting and groaning like this.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his and you nodded as best as you could. Your grip tightened on his upper thighs in preparation.

“That’s right baby girl. You’re such a good girl for me.”

His praise combined with the fact that he was using your mouth as a fuck toy was too much; you had to relieve the ache between your legs. You removed one hand from him and pressed it to your center, groaning around his dick at even the slightest relief being provided for yourself. You didn’t have to make yourself cum, but god, you were so aroused it hurt.

“You touchin’ yourself for me?” His words were rushed. “Fuck, you look so fucking pretty, oh my go-“ his breathing picked up. “M’gonna cum.”

And cum, he did. His seed shot into your mouth and down your throat. His thrusts slowed into long, drawn movements and the noise he made could only be described as a growl. His hands gripped your head and he threw his own back against the couch while you drank it all down, unable to get enough of him.

Both of you out of breath, he reached down to pull you back onto the couch with him. You snuggled into his side and took in his addictive scent once more. This was how the two of you stayed for what you presumed to only be a few minutes, until you were awoken by the national anthem playing through the TV speakers signaling that the broadcast was ending for the night. You turned up to ask Hop to go to bed with you, but seeing the look of content on his face for what had to be the first time that day kept you quiet, and you settled back into him.

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Feedback/interactions are always appreciated&lt;3

#jim hopper smut #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper fanfic #jim hopper oneshot #stranger things smut #don’t mess around with Jim baby #i don’t know if this is even good it’s been literal years since I’ve written smut #plz be gentle #it took me so long to write this bc I kept changing my mind on the filth he’d say LOL

[hrtsdevils]

anyway don’t be a stranger. | fall to me au

summary reader, despite not being close to quinn, gets emotional over him leaving and reminisces on their memories.

pairing hughes family friend!reader x quinn hughes

wc 1.1k

a/n they’re so sweetie pie i love them!!!! also pls suggest nicknames for reader :)

Quinn and you were never as close as you were with Luke and Jack. There were a few reasons, one of them being he was a couple years older than you. He was also always more close with your brother, Caden, then he was with you since they were much closer in age, and both boys who loved hockey. You still loved him, though. He was like your older brother, much like Luke was your baby brother. He was a role model for you growing up, someone to look up to as he moved throughout life— albeit at a distance from you.

He gave you shots of advice while growing up, from helping you with your shot in soccer to random information that might be helpful to you one day.

“Here, sissy. Let Jack be the goalie and try shooting from your left side instead.” He suggested to you, one free afternoon when you guys were twelve and fourteen. For the most part Jack and Quinn had abandoned soccer as their main focus was hockey, but you still loved it. At the time, you’d been struggling with your shot. You were a right wing striker, so Quinn asking you to switch sides was a weird concept to you.

You messed with your pre-wrap and jogged over to the other of Quinn, “Like here?” You questioned.

“Yeah, you got it.” He started to run up the field and he passed the ball your way. You traveled up the field before shooting it in the top right corner of the net. It was the best goal you’d made all day.

You grinned and ran to hug Quinn, “I finally did it, Quinnie!” He hugged you back, before releasing you a few seconds later.

“I knew you could, it was just a matter of where you’d do it the best.” He smiled back and you three continued working on your shot throughout the afternoon.

It wasn’t necessarily a core memory, but whenever you thought of your success in the sport throughout high school, you’d attribute it to that. You might’ve spent your whole soccer career shooting on your weak side if not for Quinn.

You didn’t talk to Quinn much while you were all in high school, as he spent a lot of time away, much like Jack. It wasn’t because you had a bad relationship, it’s just that you had little to nothing in common and you were both busy. The summer of 2018, Quinn was gone a lot more due to his upcoming draft. You never expected him to invite you to Dallas, as he had his whole family and friends to invite, but you were next in line after his brothers and family.

“This is so exciting.” You said to Luke and Jack after touching down in Dallas, whilst heading to the American Airlines Center. Your brother chose not to play hockey farther than high school, so you hadn’t ever attended something like this.

Luke was as giddy as you, hoping that he would one day be getting drafted. “I know, right?!” He nudged you with his shoulder. He was taller than you now.

You giggled as he looked around at the Dallas Stars’ arena. “Mom’s from Dallas.” He hummed, as you nodded. Jim, Ellen, and Quinn were walking a few feet ahead of the three of you. “What if Quinn gets drafted to the stars?” Luke wondered.

Jack rolled his eyes, “Dallas doesn’t have a high pick; Quinn’s definitely going to be up towards the top.”

“Well, yeah.” Luke stammered, “I was just saying it would be funny.”

“You guys are silly.” You smiled as you took your seats. It wasn’t long before Quinn got picked once the draft started. He was seventh overall by Vancouver, an exciting feat for all of you to experience. The emotions rolled over everyone, like waves crashing onto the shore. There was a mix of excitement and happiness, and a tinge of sadness that Quinn would be so far away.

You squeezed him tight as he hugged you after his brothers, “You did it, Quinnie!” You cheered quietly. You were happy for him— extremely happy. As he marched down, you swore Jack and Luke were the loudest people in the room. They were beyond ecstatic for their brother’s accomplishment. He was the first to fly the coop to experience the professionals. You knew for certain that the two of them would follow in his footsteps. After all, Jack was eligible for next year’s draft and he was already doing pretty well for himself.

As the night carried on, Quinn and his brothers sat talking excitedly about what was to come. You were paying attention to the rest of the draft, but listening to their conversation when you felt like it. Their excitement carried over into the next few days, back up to the Michigan lakehouse, and right up to Quinn’s departure for the Canucks development camp.

Jim, Ellen, and the three of you dropped him off outside of the United Airlines gate but stayed for a moment to say your goodbyes. He would be back in a few weeks, and then decide whether to sign with Vancouver or play another year with the University of Michigan, but it was a sad moment nonetheless. All the boys had been farther away for one hockey event or another, but this might be permanent.

You were the last to hug him after his parents and brothers, and you managed to keep the tears out of your eyes. You were never as close with Quinn, but he still meant a lot to you. He could sense your sadness and pulled away from the hug, “It’s only a few weeks, sis.” He chuckled.

“It could be longer.” You retorted, a soft smile gracing your features. “I just hate to see you go.”

“I know, me too.”

It was silent for a second. Jack, Luke, Ellen, and Jim were talking off to the side and it was just you two having your moment. Quinn sighed before pulling you back into a hug, “Love you, sissy.”

“Love you too, Quinnie.” You pulled away this time, “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“Never happening.” He smiled. Everybody else came over to bid him one more goodbye, before he walked into the airport. Everybody was happy, but the mood was somber. You secretly hoped he would come back and play another year with UMich before leaving officially.

Imagine your excitement when he broke the news that he would be doing precisely that.

#quinn hughes x reader #hughes family #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader #nhl blurb #nhl fic #vancouver canucks #hughes brothers #umich hockey #fall to me au! #hockey fic #hockey blurb #maddie writes stuff #nhl hockey

[slafkovskys]

idk thinking, idk how close jack and luke are during the season once angel has the babies in october, but imagining the twins getting hurt and jack is immediately taking a leave of absence and luke asks him why or someone on the team and that’s when he realizes he’s just not part of any of their lives and don’t know anything

warnings: mentions of a sick child, mentions of a serious illness, mentions of hospitals, angst

luke sees jack’s car in the parking lot, so he knows that he’s there for the optional morning skate. he lets out a sigh and debates going back to his apartment, but yasmin’s there and if he goes back, she’ll inevitably want to drag him around to do whatever she wanted, so he’s turning off his car and getting out into the bitter new jersey december without much of a second thought.

he takes his time putting his gear on, talks to holtz about possibly going to a knicks game later in the week, and then he’s taking the ice. he hears one of the trainers shouting for jack and that’s not abnormal, so he doesn’t pay it much thought. out of the corner of his eye, he sees his older brother shuck off a glove and take what looks like a phone from alec’s hand.

luke lines up to shoot a puck into the net and just before it’s his turn, he sends a glance back and jack is gone which was weird. he tries not to dwell on it too much as skate goes on, but then when he makes his way back to the locker room, he sees jack’s gear haphazardly dumped in front of his stall. nico looks sullen as someone comes to clean up the mess. luke calls out to his captain, “hisch, what-”

nico only shakes his head and luke deflates. still half dressed in his gear, he sits in his stall and reaches for his phone and the first thing he sees makes his heart fall,

quinn hughes will not be traveling with the team on their upcoming roadtrip citing personal reasons. the vancouver canucks have no further comment at this time.

quinn missing a roadtrip and jack disappearing mid skate meant that something was wrong. angel wouldn’t let either of them do such a thing unless it was serious. suddenly he’s rushing to get dressed and thankfully finds alec in the gear room. the man looks surprised to see him, “what can i do for you?”

“what happened with jack?” there wasn’t a word to describe how embarrassing it was that he had to find out things about his family from outside sources and the look alec gives doesn’t help.

the man shrugs and continues hanging jerseys, “kid, i couldn’t tell you. when i answered, all i got was it was something about one of his kids.”

luke’s heart falls to his stomach and he doesn’t hang around any longer. he’s rushing out to his car and dialing the only person he knew to call, “dad.”

“luke,” jim sighs, “i can’t talk much. me and your mom are about to get on a plane to go be with quinn.”

it kept getting worse. luke’s voice cracks, “just please tell me they’re okay.”

jim hesitates and luke can only imagine he was looking at ellen for support, weighing out what he could and couldn’t tell their youngest son, “it’s drew. he’s got rsv and they’ve put him in the hospital. angel and quinn brought him in a little while ago so they aren’t sure how serious it is yet because they’re still doing tests, but it’s- this isn’t something that you take lightly especially in a two month old. luke, son, i’m sorry, but i have to go.”

and the line goes dead and luke just stares out of his windshield. he’s so thankful he has his windows tinted because he can’t stop the tears from flowing. he wanted to be there, he wanted to be with jack on the way to be with the babies and angel and quinn, but because of his own choices, he was sat in the parking lot getting second hand information.

god, he wanted to go home. not the apartment where yasmin was or even michigan. no, home was wherever angel was and home was so far from his grasp right now.

#hughes bros x angel #luke hughes #jack hughes #the inbox purge

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Days Eleven and Twelve

The Different Beatle Arrivals outside apple are interesting to me. 

Ringo: arrives first, in the passenger’s seat, has a chummy remark for his driver, a cheeky grin for the camera, and a kind nod for the scruffs. 

John and Yoko: arrive second, in the back of their on-brand, white thing, with no acknowledgement of anyone (and Yoko accidentally goes for the front door then changes directions when she sees John going around the side)

George: drives himself, glances over his shoulder, locks his car door, and goes in. Again, no acknowledgement. 

Paul: walks, studiously ignores the camera, bestows a condescending nod at the scruffs. (shouldn’t be sexy. Is. what else is new?)

Everything the scruffs said was perfection. Where are their parents? Who is taking care of them? Do they not go to school?

So glad for the boys that they took a day to hide from the cameras. I hope they all traded meaningful items of clothing and meditated and circle jerked and told each other how brilliant they were. (Oh gosh. Can you all imagine a circle-jerk plus yoko? Her and Paul furiously compete over who can hold John's eye contact?)

Short queens making the beatles look like child-labor supporters. 

Look at that cute little impish grin. What do we think? Did George and John actually have a punch-up? George Martin went out of his way on at least two occasions to say that they did, in fact, come to blows. But I didn’t see any evidence on John the next day, and they both seem extremely comfortable joke-fighting here, where I don’t think they would if they’d real-fought a week or so ago. I don’t know, I think it’s very up for debate. But if they did, I actually think it would be a testament to the importance of the John and George dynamic. We always say how it shows how much John must’ve cared about Paul to sprint down the road and jump his fence over a missed recording session. What would it say about how much John must’ve cared about George if he punched him when he said he’d quit?

Either way, their *meaningful* rendition of “You are my sunshine” is heart-melting.

Yoko, the og sad beige mom.

Add juggling to Ringo’s talents in his cabaret/circus act with Paul.

Every old man obsessed with “tough, acerbic Lennon” needs to have “My rock and roll finger is bleeding, my rock and roll finger is hurt” played on a loop in their heads every time they open their mouths until they shut up. 

Paul, why are you literally strong-arming Glyn into the studio? This man does not know how to touch another person.    

Maybe they kept Magic Alex around just for laughs? It’s good to hear anyway, that they are fully aware they’re being conned. 

The way George and Paul just in sync jump into their old choreography. 

The way they could really have just gone off and done their own things while Glyn finishes setting up. But the idea just doesn’t occur to them. Why would they want to be anywhere else, doing anything else, with anyone else? 

I feel like John right now because I’m like enjoying Paul’s sexy drumming face and then the camera switches and I’m like Oh Yoko you’re so pretty. And is this another *meaningful* cover? I’m going to have to make a list of all these and go through after I’m done with this and see which ones I think actually have a double meaning. “My baby left me” by Crudup. My main evidence here being Yoko’s Jim Halpert expression as John’s singing this at Paul.

How to get Paul to stop messing with your shit. A demonstration by Ringo Starr. 

John is Not having Paul reading their bad press for the cameras.

And today, it’s John that needs a little Ringofection. I wonder if it had anything to do with “Aaaaall I want is youuuuuuuuu. Everything has got to be the way you want it toooooooooo.”

George looking at Ringo’s jumping jacks. I agree. 

“Richard Rogers has got nothing on this boy. . . . Ah, sometimes, John, I don’t know.” “I just make it up as I go along.” “Oh, is that how you do it?” Again. He’s being silly, but he really does think you’re the smartest boy in the whole wide world, John. I hope you know that. (he definitely does not know that.)  

ICONIC. One of my favorite moments of the whole series. Not a glance at each other. Perfectly synchronized.

Any particular significance with Dicky Murdock that anyone knows about?  

Another favorite moment. The absolute marshmallow softness. Oh to have footage of Paul teaching John guitar chords on one of their childhood beds.

Not going to say it again, but boy am I thinking it.

Someone needs to make a compilation of all the times someone’s been caught giving John and Paul a WTF look. 

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

[strawberryraviegutz]

I really REALLY hate those kinds of stupid “hot take” posts. I think they’re just garbage to purposely farm more discourse to cause infighting, but I’ve been holding this in for so long and I need to get it out of my system so here it goes.

Alastor fans are allowed to dislike Valentino. Valentino was made to be a dislikable Villain while Alastor BY VIV’S OWN WORDS is a chaotic neutral antihero based off of Dexter with a moral code. Of course people are gonna like Alastor more than Valentino. The antihero/vigilante is a very popular beloved trope. I mean just look at Magneto and Venom.

You guys claim to want more nuanced characters but when we try and tell you that Alastor is more nuanced BASED OFF OF EVIDENCE FROM THE CREATOR and little possible context clues in the show we get accused of “babying/woobifying him”(as if Val fans haven’t done that to Val). This isn’t a hit piece against all Val fans/simps btw. I may hate that moth, but you guys should be allowed like him without receiving hate and or death threats.

It’s not “hypocrisy” to dislike Valentino or the Vees and like Alastor for the reasons I said above and the four of them aren’t comparable. Yeah they share some traits but overall the only thing Alastor and the Vees have in common are the mistreatment of the souls they own. Like I said, Val fans shouldn’t be attacked for liking him but the thing is…if you’re gonna preach those words then do the same for Alastor fans/simps because we get attacked too.

(Again it’s not all Val stans but it sure it a lot of them. I’ve all so seen Val haters do it too.) Yall claim not to harass people over fictional characters yet will go under Alastor posts and or discussion threads and be like “Uhm actually him and Valentino are the same🤓☝️”.

“He’s worse than Val” “Why can’t we just have a good villain” “Just accept that Alastor is a villain stop babying him” when we’re just minding our own business. Not to mention people going under fanart of Angel! Alastor and being like “erm actually he’d never go to heaven🤪”.

Along with yall bullying the hell out of Alastor selfshippers/simps and using tumblr sexyman as an insult(which reaks of internalized misogyny btw because majority of Alastor simps are women + women are always the first to be made fun of when it comes to characters that Classify as tumblr sexymen being found attractive by them or any character you personally wouldn’t find attractive.)

And yall going around and keep calling Alastor ugly under posts about people gushing about him and i don’t mean lighthearted jokes either because i make fun of the back of his head sometimes too. And full blown harassment. When an Alastor fan provided evidence of Alastor being a more nuanced character which were clips from Viv’s streams, people in the comments and qrts were being extremely rude and dismissive. It got so bad that op deleted the og tweet.

Don’t go around and claim to be against cringe culture but then make fun of people for finding Alastor attractive. And for goodness sake STOP FUCKING CALLING HIM A SLAVE OWNER. And yes he owns souls but that doesn’t matter.

Alastor is canonically half black and its overall disgusting to slap the label “slave owner” onto him knowing damn well that he grew up in the Jim Crow era of America in the Deep South of Louisiana. His existence as a mixed black person back then was basically considered an abomination. With how terrible it was for black people back then, Alastor probably bore witness to a lot of messed up shit growing up and if that’s the case then it’s no wonder he’s so messed up in the head.

This type of behavior has been going on since the days where we only had the pilot and it’s only gotten worse since the show came out. As soon as I saw that scene with husk and Alastor in hell’s greatest dad I automatically knew what was coming. I’m not saying that Alastor Is a good person nor am I saying that what he did to husk was ok. But to go after/make fun of Alastor fans,purposely denying evidence of his character while in the same breath preach against bullying people over liking certain characters makes YOU the hypocrites. So much for anti-harassment. I’m tired. Bye.

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[darkness-and-books]

Captain Kirk fluff alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Oh boy does he have a helluva time with that question if you actually ask it. The answer is definitely your hips/lower waist, if you have love handles all the better, he loves to love the love handles. Seriously pulls you in by the waist all the time, for kisses, hugs, snuggles, everything.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Not right now, he wants to give his potential children a normal life, and by that he means one that doesn’t put them in danger out in space. But at the end of the five year mission, you bet your buttons he wants mini hims and yous running around. Of course if you don’t want children it’s not a deal breaker for him, but then he does want a pet instead.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Basically nonstop. He doesn’t care if there are people around, he likes knowing that you’re there and seeing you just isn’t the same as feeling you near. If you sit in his lap he’ll die, you can’t leave now. If one of you can’t sleep, then you end up in each other’s quarters, curled up together and sleeping harder than anyone knew was possible. When you’re in bed Jim really loves when you put your head on his chest, he likes that he can still see you, he also likes that it gives him the opportunity to rub your back or play with your hair.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

You’re both busy people so you have dinner together every night just to guarantee to get to see each other, so he longer really considers dinner a date. Dinner would definitely be involved still, it just isn’t the main event. If you’re on shore leave he would find a concert that he thinks you would enjoy and depending on late the show is he’ll either take you to dinner before or after.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

It feels kind of cheesy, but you’re his Universe. It was bound to happen, I mean the man absolutely adores you AND you guys are in outer space, it was gonna happen. At first it surprises you a bit because he’s not much of a “you’re my ___” kinda guy for the most part, but you quickly come to love it.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Back in the academy when he was having an absolute nervous breakdown. He was a mess, a wreck, shaking and babbling total nonsense. It was caused by the anxiety of final exams, Jim didn’t think himself at all prepared. And you seeing a grown man having a breakdown, what did you do? You plopped down right next to him and gave him a hug, told him that he was gonna do great because you knew him, he was born a Captain. You even offered to help him study. And he didn’t think he could have made bigger heart eyes 😍 at you in that moment… he was wrong the heart eyes have definitely gotten bigger over the years.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Kirk is just a big puppy dog of a man. He would never intentionally hurt you and if he ever did he might die inside. He’s so careful it’s kind of ridiculous. He’s still Jim, he’ll still crack jokes and flirt (not just with you), but if he ever finds out that bothers you when he makes flirty comments to others, then it all comes to a crashing halt. This man will not stand for hurting you or your feelings in any way, shape, or form.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Holding hands is nice, but he probably only holds hands at more formal events or if you’re uncomfortable with more contact than that in public. Jim likes to be touching you as much as possible, he’s more of an arm-over-your-shoulder kinda guy. He just hates being alone and loves physical affection, please love him 😫🥰😩

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Jim’s first impression of you isn’t bad, but it’s maybe not what you would hope your first meeting with anyone would be. You were talking to some and weren’t looking where you were going, you tripped over a tree root. Boy, are you lucky he was there and has such quick reflexes, otherwise you would have absolutely bit it. So his first impression is that you need just a little bit of protecting and he was willing to be the one to do it. Looking back, Kirk thinks that he was actually in love with you right from the moment you landed in his arms.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Both yes and no. Jim doesn’t at all care what you say, flirt all you like, but it’s when touching is involved that he gets a little nervous. If someone’s hand lingers too long he might swing by and give you just a little kiss on the cheek. If you hug someone (even though he completely understands that sometimes people just need hugs) he will cling to you for the rest of the day. Someone else making you laugh will do the trick too, it’s not “hey that’s not allowed to happen” type of jealous, it’s “gee I wish that was me making you laugh” kind of jealous because he loves hearing laugh, and it makes him so friggin happy to know that he got to make you laugh.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Jim just loves kissing you, period. But he really really loves to kiss the top of your head because it usually requires a hug to get there. He also loves to kiss your jaw, just little butterfly 🦋kisses because if you kisses light enough it elicits giggles from you! Your first kiss on the lips was an accident, you both happened to go to kiss each other on the cheek at the same time. In the general though, the first kiss was initiated by you. Jim had just given you a really fancy copy of your favourite book, and you got so excited that you kissed his cheek and gave him a hug. It was a very difficult moment for him because you weren’t together yet, but it was after he had realised his feelings for you.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Jim does, this is actually when you realise you have feelings for him. He had just gotten the scores on his final exams back, he aced them!!! He ran to your dorm with his PADD in hand and the scores pulled up. He didn’t even knock, he dashed right and picked you up. “I love you!!! You’re the best!!!! I passed all of my exams! I couldn’t have done it without you” he swings you around before finally calming down enough to put you down and show you his actual scores.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

If you couldn’t already tell he’s big on physical affection and snuggles 🥰 so his favourite memory is definitely the first time you two cuddled. You were both exhausted on the couch and watching a movie in his dorm and the cuddling just kind of happened.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Jim would love to if that’s what you want, but he himself is really a quality time kinda guy, like sure he’ll buy you pretty much whatever you want, but he really really really wants to cuddle and watch a movie! Like pretty please 🥺 snuggle the baby.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

It’s warm brown. It reminds Jim of a teddy bear 🧸 and you are his teddy bear, he snuggles you to relax and to quell any anxieties he may have. You’re his anchor and his teddy bear in the best way possible. Warm and cozy brown

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

It’s not super creative, but he won’t change his mind, Sweetheart and Sweetie are his favourites for you. He can’t help it if they happen to be true, you’re the sweetest person he knows and he wants you to know it!

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Cabins in the woods. He loves the fireplace. Cabins are the most perfect place to snuggle in. If you stay in a cabin together, you will be alone even less often than usual. He will drag you to the couch to cuddle under a blanket in front of the fire.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

It’s not even a question, you aren’t leaving bed. He will hold you hostage for snuggles while you listen to the rain. If it’s cold he won’t turn on the heat either, we all know that body heat is the best way to warm up. 😢🥰

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Hugs. If you look upset he will find you later so he doesn’t embarrass you in front of others. When he finds you, he won’t even ask, he knows you'll tell him what’s up when you’re ready. He engulfs you in the biggest bear hug and won’t let go until you do. If he’s upset he’s probably gonna want to snuggle with you and put his head on your chest so he can listen to your heart beat, please please run your fingers through his hair❤️‍🔥, he will be eternally grateful.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He’s a bit more of a listener, he could listen to your voice for ages. But when it is his turn to talk, he likes to tell jokes and funny stories because like I said before, he loves making you laugh. If you also like to hear him talk though, he will tangentially talk about anything to make you happy, it’s stream of consciousness, anything and nothing.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Taking naps, naps are his remedy for basically everything, but it only works if it’s a nap with you. He must have snuggles, otherwise he’ll be left to stew in whatever’s worrying him. Also if you thought his snuggling was aggressive before, he’s got in a vice once he falls asleep, will.not.let.go

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Honestly? He’s not much of a show off, but he loves to show off for you. It’s dancing he loves to learn new and fancy dance moves just to impress you. McCoy once caught Kirk practicing a move that required a partner and got himself roped into helping Jim practice. This man dips and twirls you like no one else! 🩷❤️🩷

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

You'll have been together for quite awhile before Jim proposes. He just wants to be 1000% certain that marriage is what you want too. It doesn’t need to be fancy or extravagant, but it does need to be meaningful. If Jim really gets the feeling that you do want to marry him then he’ll wait until you’re both back on Earth. He’ll take you back to the academy under the guise that he’s to be a guest speaker. On the way up to the main campus though, he would pretend he dropped something right in front of the same tree root you had tripped over. He got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. “Yes!! Oh my god YES” you would yell before he could start “can I say a few things first, Sweetheart?” Of course you said yes again, but it was difficult because now you’re crying. “I know you’re the one who tripped here so long ago, but I was the one who fell. I didn’t know it then, but when I caught you it was the best thing to ever happen to me” you’re absolutely sobbing now “That- that was ssso cheesy, but I’m still saying yes” you cried.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Dancing in the Dark by Bruce Springsteen. He loves it because it’s a relatively chill rock song. He also has definitely at some point or another brought you to his quarters, turned out a majority of the lights and played this song to dance with you to. After the first time he does it, turning out the lights and dancing becomes a really good way for both of you to relax.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

All the time, he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you. If you don’t want to get married that’s fine too, but he still wants to spend the rest of your lives together. You’re his Universe and he can’t imagine a future that doesn’t have you in it.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A dog, any kind of dog, but a really big one. He would love to wrestle with a big dog (in a loving way). And he would run with that dog too, like you might never see him again if it weren’t for the fact that the dog would get hungry and thirsty eventually. He would love that floofer to bits.

#captain kirk #james t kirk #kirk x reader #fluffy stuff #fluff alphabet

[purpleyoonn]

A Bond Made of Love 14

C H A P T E R  14

“I will protect you from all around you. I will be here don’t you cry. For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm… ‘Cause you’ll be in my heart. Yes, you’ll be in my heart. From this day on now and forever more. You’ll be in my heart no matter what they say, you’ll be here in my heart always.”

-Phill Collins

Summary: Your last owner had almost beaten you to death, leaving you at the very shelter he had adopted you from. This time, two tall men walk in, immediately drawn to you as you rested in your small cage. You couldn’t help but become attached, just hoping you wouldn’t be abandoned once again by the idols you grow to love.

Genre: fluff, angst, hybrid, bts idol au, mates, bonding, comfort/hurt, poly relationship,

Pairing: poly idol!bts x hybrid!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: feelings of abandonment, major angst, fluff, polyamory love, mentions of violence, mentions of sexual assault, discrimination, some a/b/o dynamics, smut

Chapter Warnings: smut, fingering, teasing, implied breeding kink, marking kink, praise kink, implied subspace, mc being touch-starved, Jimin loving the taste of mc’s slick, maybe future slick/cum kink?, Jimin being a little hungry and getting carried away, voyerism if you squint, Jin getting lost in the mc, Jimin being such a good baby boy, sub Jimin, dom yoongi, dom jin, sub mc, anal sex, mc needing to feel full, aftercare, jin being the sweetest, slight subspace Jimin, slight overstimulation, 

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Masterlist // Chapter 13 // Chapter 15

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Walking forward, Jin placed you gently in the middle of the bed before stepping back. By now, you could see Jimin only had his boxers on, while Yoongi was moving to lay next to you, his naked body glistening with sweat as he brought his hand down to his dick, moving his hand up and down slowly as he looked at you.

You looked down realizing you were still wearing your shirt, well Hoseok’s shirt. You brought your hands down to pull it off you, your body feeling way too hot but was stopped by Yoongi’s hand.

“No baby. Your job is to just lay here and be loved, okay?” He placed a small kiss on your lips before pulling back. He was resting on his side, hand holding his head up as he watched the other boys. Jimin having trouble removing his boxers due to the accidental orgasm he had in the living room.

“Aww did baby boy make a mess?” Jin raised an eyebrow, moving to hook his fingers into the band of Jimin’s underwear, tugging lightly on it making the younger man let out a whimper.

Your eyes were locked on them, never seeing them like this before. You had seen them kiss, or even mark each other’s neck, but never like this. It had your mouth watering and more slick dripping onto the bed, something Yoongi took notice of.

“Here, let hyung do it.” Jin bent down, kneeling in front of Jimin and helping him out of his boxers. Once you thought Jin was going to stand back up, he brought his hand to Jimin’s dick and took him in his mouth, his nose pressed to Jimin’s pelvic bone before pulling back, licking a stripe up the underside of Jimin’s dick.

A loud whimper left Jimin’s lips, his mouth formed a small ‘o’ as he tried to hold himself back, knowing he wasn’t given permission to touch. He held his hands to his side, watching as his hyung took him in his mouth.

“Jimin looks so pretty like that, doesn’t he?” Yoongi whispers in your ear, eyes on your hands that slowly move down your stomach. He grabs ahold of your wrists with his right hand, keeping them in place as you both watch Jin and Jimin.

You nod your head in response before remembering what Jin had told you.

“Yes.”

“Good girl using your words.” Yoongi praises you, watching as you clench your thighs at his words.

You turn to look at him completely, wanting to ask him to touch you only to miss the look on Jimin’s face as he cums, Jin swallowing every last drop before getting up.

“Such a good boy, remembering the rules. Why don’t you go help Yoongi as a reward, hmm?” Jin looks towards Yoongi, his tip red and glistening with precum. He hasn’t been touched yet but the sight of you and Jimin cumming has him ready to orgasm himself.

“C’mon here baby.” Yoongi says, gesturing for Jimin to move forward, causing said male to practically lunge for the man. His hands already grasping onto Yoongi’s cock.

Your eyes are glued to Jimin’s hands, almost forgetting about Jin, whose body moves to kneel in between your legs, pushing your thighs apart.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet, darling.” He brings his hand to your cunt, pulling your lower lips apart so he can see you, your hole expanding and closing as he moves, as if beckoning him to come closer.

“You look so good like this, spread open and wet, so ready for me.” Jin’s words have another gush of slick leaving your opening, and he watches as his drips onto the comforter, a moan leaving his lips at the sight.

“Do you think she is ready Yoongi?” Jin asks the other man, looking towards him and seeing him now on his back, arms behind his head as he watches Jimin bob his head on his length.

“Hmm, let me check?” Yoongi says, bringing a hand down your body, from your shoulder, hovering over your nipples before moving down your stomach to your core. Before you can do anything, his fingers have you gasping as he pushes his index and middle finger in, pushing his fingers apart to test how stretched out you were before removing them. He sticks the two in his mouth, staring in your eyes as he does so.

“Yes hyung, she is ready.”

At this point you can’t tell what your body is feeling, as if you were floating in the wind. Each second with them, seeing them like this, has your body feeling almost too hot to comprehend. You needed something, anything to quench the burning in your abdomen.

“Look at me baby.” Jin’s fingers cup your chin, turning your head to face him. The glint in his eyes had you entranced, his stare holding you to him.

“Listen baby. I need you to use your words. You need to tell me if you are uncomfortable, or if we hurt you in any way. This is all about you and how you feel. I need you to be honest with me, can you do that.”

“Yes Jinnie.”

He takes the opportunity to surge forward, his lips locking with your own. The kiss was messy and wet, everything you didn’t know you needed. As he licked inside your mouth, claiming every bit of you he could, you felt him drag his tip along your pussy, smearing your slick along his length.

Jin pulled back for a second, needing to watch you expression as he entered you, needed to engrave it onto his eyelids. He watched your mouth open as he pushed his length in, slowly and stopping every couple seconds to let you adjust to his size. He made sure to watch for any show of pain, any movement from you had him pausing.

Once he was fully in, he adjusted his weight, leaning on one of his arms and using his heels for leverage as he was almost kneeling between your legs. You couldn’t help but start moving your hips, trying to bring him even closer to you causing him to chuckle a little.

“So needy for her daddy, huh?” Jin teased, using the nickname you gave him to his advantage, watching as your eyes widen, caught off guard as he began to pull out and push back in.

You feel him pull out of you, the tip getting caught on your entrance before he pushes back in, the power behind his thrusts causing you to move forward, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist to try and anchor yourself to him. But this only made him reach deeper inside of you.

You scrambled for his neck, wrapping your arms around his back so you had something to hold onto, the sensation still new and causing you to seek comfort. Jin took the opportunity to his advantage, his lips moving like a brush as he began to paint your skin purple. He couldn’t help it, maybe going a little overboard but he didn’t have to hold back.

He didn’t have to be careful of the claim he left behind. He could mark you as his and no one would be able to tell him otherwise. He moaned at the thought, sucking harshly at the skin of your collarbone. His lips moving further down to suckle at your breasts as his hips continued to move.

Your moans sounded like heaven to Jimin, spurring him on to make Yoongi cum faster, not wanting to make him wait any longer. He needed to touch you again, needed to bring you to the height of pleasure. He wanted you to see stars as he made you climax.

A hand tugging at his hair had him pulling back in confusion. He hadn’t even noticed he made Yoongi cum already, the elder’s legs shaking in overstimulation.

“Got carried away didn’t you baby boy?” Jimin nodded in reply, the others already knowing he can get nonverbal in his headspace. They’ve all made sure that Jimin has other ways to communicate, taps on their thighs or hair tugs being some of the once used most often.

Yoongi nods, pulling the boy up his body so his dick was against Jimin’s ass. He moved his hands to hold Jimin, cupping the flesh there as he moved to finger is rim, eyes widening in surprise.

“Were you hoping someone would take you baby boy? Stretching yourself out for your hyungs?” Yoongi coos, moving to grasp onto the plug and pulling it from Jimin’s hole, causing small whimpers to leave his lips at the empty feeling.

“Don’t worry baby boy, hyung’s going to fill you right up.” Yoongi helps Jimin sit properly on his lap, before plunging into the younger’s hole, immediately moving to keep pace, knowing the way to get Jimin riled up after so many years together.

The sound of skin hitting skin was all that was heard, not even the sound of pleasure could take over the noise. Jimin was bouncing on Yoongi’s cock, trying hard to get himself off while Yoongi was moving his hand up and down Jimin’s, needing to see his skin coated in cum.

Jin and Yoongi were matching thrust for thrust now, Jin’s hips hitting yours with every thrust. You couldn’t hold back your moans even if you tried, each sound or moan of his name spurred Jin on, his hips now moving faster and harder as he brought forward your second orgasm.

“Jinnie please!” You moaned, gripping onto his shoulders as he adjusted his position, spreading your legs farther allowing him to reach even deeper inside you.

“It’s okay baby. I’ve got you.” He moaned, moving down to capture your lips again.

The knot you felt earlier was forming again in your stomach, the warmth flooding your system as you clenched around Jin’s length.

“Baby girl, if you keep doing that I’m not going to last much longer.” Jin groaned, eyes closing at the feeling. Soon enough, Jin moves his free hand to your core, rubbing at your clit to help you reach your climax. He could teel you were close, could tell you were reaching your orgasm.

“Cum for me baby girl.” His words seem to come at the right time, eyes closing as you see stars enter your vision.

You can feel Jin thrust a couple of more times before he cums, covering your walls with his seed. The feeling of being full is something you aren’t used to, but you find yourself loving it, not wanting him to pull out. You want him to stay where he is, the comfort you receive from him being so close has you purring.

Jin sees this, and moves to put his weight on you, still inside you as you adjust your legs to bring him closer. He wonders if cockwarming would be a good thing for you, seeing how relaxed and peaceful you seem right now. However, he needs to pull out and clean you up.

“No Jinnie.” You whine a little at the feeling of him pulling out, the emptiness the only thing you feel as he walks away.

“Don’t worry baby. I need to get you cleaned up before the others get home, okay? Don’t want you to be a messy baby when they bring home dinner, do we?” Jin talks as he moves into the bathroom, door open so you can see him as he gets a wet washcloth before coming back to you.

The sensation has you trying to move away, too overstimulated but he only tuts at you, moving his hands to grip at your thighs to hold you still as he cleans you up. He makes sure you are all cleaned up before moving to the dresser, pulling out a shirt of his own.

You watch him as he turns back around, looking at the scene next to you. You turn your head to see a starry-eyed Jimin and Yoongi who is massaging Jimin’s back and hips. 

“Jiminie is okay, baby. I promise. He just likes to be held for a while after sex.” Yoongi assures you, seeing the look of concern for Jimin crossing your face. You bring a hand out to push some of the hair away from Jimin’s face, his smile becoming large as you look at him.

“Jiminie okay?” You ask him, speech a little slurred as you try to piece together a sentence.

“Jiminie okay.” He responds, moving forward to place a kiss on your lips.

“Okay babies, why don’t we get you in the bath, get you all nice and clean before Namjoon and Hobi bring back dinner.” Jin stands at the edge of the bed, the hot water running in the tub with a bath bomb on the edge of the tub, ready for his babies to get in.

Without needing an answer, Jin scoops you up in his arms and brings you to the tub, gently lowering you in until you were covered by the warm water. A couple of seconds later Yoongi carries Jimin in, placing him in front of you so you were facing each other. Jimin wears the biggest smile, his eyes closed as he pulls you close, your body now in front of him as he holds your hands in his.

He holds your hands the entire time you are in the bath, helping Jin wash you and he himself ran his fingers through you hair, making sure all the shampoo and conditioner was out of it. They were so gentle with you, so sweet and caring that your eyes were becoming blurry, stray tears falling down your cheeks.

“What’s wrong baby?” Yoongi asks you, his hands cupping your cheeks as you now stood outside the tub, Jin’s hands holding a towel and patting you dry.

“Nothing. I’m just…happy.” You reply, searching for a word that could define your emotions only to come up short. You didn’t think there was even a word that could hold the meaning for everything you felt in that moment.

All three boys just smiled, Jimin even letting out a small laugh at your words, more than content with your happiness. Yoongi himself brought you in, lips on yours as he tried to express his own happiness with his actions.

Yoongi has never been very good with words, always seeming to mess up or not say something when needed. Unless it was written, he always made things worse. Miscommunication led to a lot of fights in their early days, most of the time he would be at fault, and it ate him up inside. But now, he finds it hard once again, but for a different reason this time. Yoongi finds that not even words can express his love for the seven people that inhabit his heart and soul.

Plus, he can’t seem to get enough of your touch, holding you close to him even when you were dressed in another shirt of Seokjin’s, a reluctant set of hands helping pull up a pair of panties covering your core upon your insistence.

After ushering you to the bathroom once again, Yoongi grabbed one of Seokjin’s combs and began to untangle your hair, careful of your ears as he did. This gave you an opportunity to look at yourself. You seemed to almost glow under the bathroom lights, their marks of claim covering your neck and collarbone. You could even see a couple peeking out from under your shirt on your shoulders. The blush that covered your cheeks was not as red and dark as the obvious claims Jin gave you.

“You look beautiful covered in our marks, baby.” You look to your side to see Yoongi’s eyes on you in the mirror, his fingers pushing your hair to the side as he sets his fingers on your neck, softly running his fingers over his own marks. A shaky breath leaves your lips at his touch, causing him to smirk.

“Yes, she does.” You both turn to the side to see Namjoon, his eyes set on your skin.

“I’m not surprised, with the way Jin loves to see us marked up. His possessive nature seems to take over during sex.” Namjoon smirks again, walking up to you. Yoongi steps back, a sending a quick wink your way as he moves out of the bathroom.

You turn away from the mirror, now face to face with Namjoon as he grasps onto your biceps, ribbing the skin that held some light bruises, he guessed from Jin. He held such a soft look as he held you gaze, an unknown glint in his eyes as he lets the roam over your figure.

“I hope they treated you like a queen, my love.” His whispered, his hands now cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to look him in the eye, his form now towering over your own.

You nodded your head, words all but lost from your mind. His presence always made you feel safe, your body relaxing in his hold. You couldn’t help but rest your head on his chest, letting him wrap his arms around you and hold you, your legs wrapping around him as he adjusted your figure in his arms.

“Come, darling. Let’s get you some food in your belly.” Namjoon spoke softly, eyes crinkling as his smile reached his cheeks, dimples out proudly as he held you close.

Namjoon had so many questions for you, wanted to know how your first time was. Needed to know how their touch made you unravel, but he also needed to know you were okay. He can only imagine your first time was a lot, considering the three were intent on working you up. Understanding that you might need time to process, he forced his mind back, letting one of the others speak up. He had already made two wrong decisions in giving you space and didn’t want to make it a third time.

There was a lot that Namjoon was unsure of, and there were things he knew he would never understand. His need for control left him searching for those answers, and unfortunately his observation skills were sometimes lackluster.  He was left wondering more every time he interacted with you, and just needed to come to the conclusion that there were things better left unsaid, better left unknown.

When it came to you, it seemed that he didn’t know how to breathe, your presence always managing to leave him gasping for air. Your touch making him crave more, leaving goosebumps littering his skin.

He only hoped that you felt even a semblance of what he did.

#bts #bts au #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid #bts hybrid fic #bts idol au #bts idol #idol!bts #idol au #bts polyamory #bts poly #bts poly!au #bts poly au #bts poly! #bts x reader #poly!bts x reader #bts x hybrid reader #bts x curvy reader #purpleyoonn #angst #smut #bts smut #a bond made of love

[holding-monsters-hands]

freddy krueger hcs but platonic? i really like freddy but not in a 'i wanna date him' way but a 'i wanna be friends and hangout with him' kinda way

Freddy Krueger friendship HCS

He can either be the worst or best friend you’ve ever had depending on how you view the situation.

While there are pros like having full protection, the cons would just be how obscenely clingy he is, like OBSCENELY clingy.

Like if you ever mention having another best friend besides him?? he fucking pouts about it, the incredibly feared dream demon of elm street just so happens to be the biggest baby imaginable- who would’ve guessed?

“Oh don’t even worry about me! Who needs fuckin’ FREDDY KRUEGER when good ol’ jim from down the street is right there!”

Don’t worry though he has old man brainTM so he’ll get over it and probably even forget it even happened- at that point though its just him being purely an idiot.

Hanging out with him though can be an absolute blast when he’s not ‘working’ it’s mostly just you two messing around in the dream realm and him pulling shitty one liners.

Don’t be mistaken though, this guy loves you- platonically of course! but you’re his best friend, and he’d do anything to keep you around- after all, it’s not like he has a ton of people wanting to willingly hang out with him let alone talk to him.

There’s never a dull moment with freddy, you’ll always be in for a wild ride every time you fall asleep.

#freddy kruger x reader #freddy krueger #a nightmare on elm street #slashers x reader

[dangerousnbeautiful]

You’re Beautiful

Pairing : Jim Hopper x Plus Sized! Female! Reader

Summary : The reader body shames herself during a workout sessions with Hopper, and he hears her. Hearing her talk about herself like that makes him snap, and he decides to teach her a lesson. No one talks about his best friend like that; even her.

Warnings : Mentions of Illness, Daddy Kink, Choking, Spanking, Biting, Praise Kink, Katoptronophilia, and Unprotected Sex (Wrap It Before You Tap It Guys).

“Why am I wasting my time here? No matter what I do I never lose any weight. I might as well accept the fact that I’m meant to be fat.” She spoke softly to herself as she continued to cycle. It had been Hopper’s idea to come to the gym to get a little exercise since she had gotten out of the hospital her doctor had been pressuring her to lose some weight so her illness wouldn’t be as big of a threat to her as it is currently. She had thought that she spoke quietly enough for him not to hear her, but she was wrong. “What was that baby girl?” He asked peering over at her and she halted. “Nothing.”

She looked over at him and he was staring at her intently as his anger began to surface. “Don’t lie to me. I heard what you said, princess. You know I don’t like it when you body shame yourself, and now of all times is not a good time to test me. We are doing this to make sure you don’t end up in the hospital again, and whether you think it is or not, it’s helping. Now don’t let me hear you say anything bad about yourself again or I promise I’ll prove to you just how wrong you are.” He said, his voice getting deeper with every sentence until it sounded like he was a demon warning her that she was about to burn in hellfire if she didn’t listen. Her brain told her to just nod and go back to completing her exercise regiment, but her heart had other plans. She glared at him, “You don’t own me Jim. I’m allowed to express however I feel, and you can’t make me do otherwise.”

That was her mistake. He storms over to her and grabs her by the throat, choking her so hard the impact causes her heart to start thudding in her throat. “If you’re going to act like a naughty little girl, then I’m going to punish you like one.” She doesn’t have time to retort a response before he flips her onto her stomach and props her ass in the air, his other hand still firmly around her throat, “Time for Daddy to teach you a lesson baby.” He said, his voice going dark again, before he spanks her ass hard. Her face flushes hot in shock, and she tries to get his hand off of her throat. He spanks her again, “Bad girl.” He snarled, and she groaned wondering what he’d do next. He spanks her again, and this striker has her inner muscles tightening. Her back arches at impact.

‘If he continues, I’ll be a panting, gasping mess.’ She bites her lower lip so hard that it hurts. She had never wanted someone inside of her as much as she wanted him. She hated him for it, and she hated herself too. She was perfectly positioned under him to feel his erection, and it only made her want him more. ‘He surely knows I can feel it, but he just continues to punish me. The only difference is now I’m smiling. Not because I think he’ll stop, but because I don’t want him to.’ Hopper pulls his shorts off and out of the corner of your eye you can see his cock in the mirror-paneled wall. It was huge, thick, and it made her want him between her legs. Then he pulls her shorts down and smirks, “Damn,” Jim says. Then before she can realize what’s happening he lifts her up and rests her back against the wall as he pushes his cock all the way inside of her; making her let out a lust-filled carnal moan.

“Fuck,” he rasped against her neck before sinking his canines into her skin making her moan yet again, “look in the mirror baby girl. I want you to watch me fucking your tight little pussy.” He said as he pulled back smirking at her as her eyes looked into the mirror and widened as she took in the whole sight that was before her. He starts thrusting into her fast and hard making her wetter every time he thrusted deep into her. “Tell me you’re beautiful,” Hopper orders. His lips against her ear in such a way that he speaks she can feel the vibrations. “Say it.” He said, his voice getting deeper yet again. “You’re beautiful.” She said as a smirk began to plaster across her face until it was stopped by a moan that was caused by him gripping her neck again. “Naughty little brat. You know what I meant. Now, say it correctly this time.” She whimpered and complied, “I’m beautiful.” He kisses her firmly on the neck and then proceeds to thrust into her making sure she returns her gaze back to the mirror. She moans as Jim slaps her ass again before ripping her sports bra off allowing her chest to fall out and start bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Her juices starts to drip down her thighs as he continues to thrust into her mercilessly, never wavering, and she whines as she feels him start to get sloppy. “Say it again, princess.” He groans into her ear, and she moans, “I’m beautiful.” With that and a few more thrusts he was cumming into her tight little pussy; triggering her to cum again. He pulled out after he finished and laid her down on the floor. “Have you learned your lesson baby girl?” He asked as his eyes seemed to glow. “Yes, Daddy.” She said back with a nod. “I promise I will always love me for me no matter what, and I will stop doubting myself because I am beautiful just the way I am. I love you Daddy.” She said having learned her lesson. “I love you too baby girl.” He replied softly.

Taglist: @paranoidmunson @the-valkyrie-writes @goldenbrownanddistasteful @gag-me-munson @choke-me-eddie @joeschains

#stranger things #jim hopper #david harbour #smut #angst

[wiypt-writes]

Rock ‘n’ Roll People, In A Disco World

Part 17: Disco Dancing With The Lights Down Low

Part 2: Well hello, Stud.

Summary: You and Paul take an ‘adults’ only trip to Mexico. Sun, sea…and all the other things beginning with S…

Warnings: Bad Language, NSFW (18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCS that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine and are my jam, baby.

W/C: 5.9k

A/N: Okay, so… i know I said by end of the month but I realised that’s not that long off so…here it is. Remember, Part 3 will be the Paul Diskant entrance for mine and @spectre-posts Kinktober

Rock N Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 1

When feeling returned to your bodies, the pair of you collapsed into bed as the sounds of the ocean at night lulled you into a deep sleep. The next day was as promised, sun, sand, laziness. Around lunch the two of you returned to the villa and with snacks in hand, fell asleep together sharing the macramé hammock on your deck.

Before dinner, you face timed again to check in with the kids who gleefully told you all about their day at the pier with Grumpy and Nanny. Connor won Jack a new teddy, Jack unfortunately won another fish but Paul's parents just seemed so happy with them both and Woody was doing just fine being a good guard dog.

“So Batman has his Robin, huh?” Paul snorted as the pair of you both laughed at how Jim explained he’d been forced to go back to your house and deposit him in the tank in Jack’s room.

“I was hoping he’d miss,” Jim snorted, “but we also realised next time you wanna do this we can just come to stay at yours. Don’t know why we didn’t do that this time round. Would be the most logical thing to do…”

"Change in scenery wasn't going to kill them, Pop.”

“Hmmm more like you wanted them to trash our house so you didn’t have a mess to clean up.”

Dot laughed, "I wouldn't leave it like that."

Jim rolled his eyes as Paul laughed, “it was an adventure for them. Camp Grumpy, remember? You know they love coming to stay with you guys.”

"How's Jack behaving?” You asked.

“He’s been fine.” Dotty assured you. “They both have. We’ve had a few small little squabbles but nothing major. And they’re sharing a room. We heard Jack crying on the first night but just as Jim was heading across the hall to get him, he saw Jack take himself over the landing and crawl in with Ceej. And that was it.”

You smiled, the news having warmed your heart. Your eyes welled up as you glanced at Paul. He winked at you before he looked back at the screen. “They love each other deep down.” He smiled. “Well, we gotta go get dinner. Let us know once they’re handed over tomorrow and we’ll call Nick and Maria.”

"You got it," Big Jim nodded.

You missed the goodbye between Disco and his parents as you'd gone to slip into your dinner dress. It was a casual affair, so you slipped into a backless linen halter dress, black and long.

You heard Paul shuffle into the room and two large hands fell to your hips, bearded lips kissed your neck from behind.

"You look beautiful." He whispered in your ear.

"Thank you.”

“Gimme five and I’ll be ready.” He kissed your cheek and then moved to pull his outfit from the closet.

You headed down the stairs and waited for Paul there, looking out across your patio at the beach. Your mind flashed through your entire life together and it made you emotional. The love you felt for this man, a man who absolutely worshipped you and desired you daily was indescribable. Sometimes, you felt unworthy of such a love, of such a man. But most times, you kept in the forefront of your mind how lucky you were.

And a reminder of just how lucky, was permanently on display through that now well faded, but still visible, scar on the left side of his neck.

He'd made this trip all about you, the two of you. Not rekindling of romance, as your relationship had never lacked on that front, but it was certainly unearthing the connection the two of you had that had somewhat been set aside with work and parenting. Now, as you waited in the warm evening air, you decided that after dinner you were going to make the evening about him. You knew each and every trigger Paul had that would arouse him, make him putty in your hands and it all started from that mark, that reminder of so much in your lives.

He disturbed your thoughts as he walked out onto the balcony, dressed in a pair of khaki coloured chinos and a short-sleeved black button down

“Well hello Stud," you smirked.

“Mrs Diskant,” he winked, his hand outstretched, “let’s eat, babe.”

You held hands as you walked along the plank board walkway through the outskirts of the jungle and towards the main lobby. You dined along the sand that night, the beach lit by Tiki torches and thatched roof coverings over the tables. It was local fare, a combination of Caribbean and Mexican flavors. You shared wine over your meals and when you were through, you walked along the rolling tide back to your villa.

Paul opened the door and then stepped aside, letting you in first, his hand falling to the bare base of your back. When you heard the click of the lock, you turned on your heel and looked at your husband. Your eyes roamed his frame, his thick, muscular and broad shoulders filling out that button down. You stepped forward, closing the gap between the two of you. Your fingers touched his collar and dragged along the buttons of his shirt. You plucked the top two and whispered, "find a spot to sit", as you worked the rest of his shirt open.

A flick of his eyebrows and a smirk made sure you knew he’d understood as he backed up to the soft sofa along the edge of the room. You untied the halter of your dress while you stalked toward him, the garment falling to the floor as you stepped out of it. Your eyes were locked on his as you kneeled between his legs.

He said nothing, merely watched you as you slid your hands up and over his toned thighs. You worked his belt loose, popping the button open to his chinos and slid the zipper down along its teeth.

"Lemme take care of you, huh, Stud?" You said with a rasp.

Paul’s large hand curled softly around your face, “as long as I can repay the favour.”

Your hands worked at him, pulling his waistband away from his skin while the other dipped into his boxers and wrapped around his hardened cock. You pulled him free with a gentle twist and tug of your wrist. Your lips enclosed around the tip of his dick and you sucked. You glanced up, his eyes still locked on yours as he gave a soft murmur and a sigh of delight. Hollowing your cheeks, you swallowed his shaft as your free hand cupped his sac.

His right hand rest on the crown of your head, the other gripped at the cushion of the sofa.

You played with him as you sucked him down, rolling his balls in your palm. You bobbed your head and sucked with the hollow of your cheeks, your tongue laving against that vein on the underside of his dick. Your breasts bounced a little as you sucked him off, your knees on the floor of the villa.

“Jesus, baby…” his hips tilted gently, “fuck…so good.”

You hummed around him, careful to find the balance of not too little but not too much so you could claim your prize above; his scar. You knew, of course, just how far you could push him. How could you not after all those years together?

His fingers gripped your scalp through your hair, blunt nails running along your skin. He was close so you backed off and rose to your feet. He watched you, a little v between his eyes as he pouted at the loss of your warm mouth. But he didn’t protest, instead he merely waited.

As you began to take a knee to either side of his hips, your fingers pushed against the open collar of his shirt. You lowered yourself into his lap as he shifted to remove his button down. His hard cock nestled between your folds, moistening him with your arousal.

“Baby?” He questioned softly, his hands on your hips.

"Hmm," you leaned forward to kiss him, his face in your hands. He kissed you back, eagerly, thick swipes of his tongue against yours.

You rolled your hips, sliding your folds along his dick. You pulled back and kissed his jaw, along the cut line of bone toward his ear and down his neck. Your tongue licked at the dip above his collarbone before finding your mark. You kissed the skin tenderly at first, then ran your tongue along the raised shape of his scar.

“Shit…” his neck strained as his fingers dug into the flesh at your waist. His hips jolted upward a little, a groan slipping from his swollen lips.

"You feel that, huh, Stud?" You whispered against him.

He swallowed, a little nod of his head to show you he did. Your left hand cupped his chin and turned his head a little to his right, exposing his neck more. Your lips covered the scar and you sucked at the mark like you had just done to his tip.

You felt a rumble in his throat as his body trembled beneath you, his hips pushing up again as he rubbed against you. His tip hit your clit and you whimpered. Reaching between the two of you, you brought his dick upright so you could slide him right into your aching hole. All the while your assault on his skin with your lips never ceasing.

“Fuck, fuck…” he chanted as he rolled upwards into you, “sweetheart…”

"Yeah, baby," you hummed, "right there, Stud."

“I can’t…” he groaned, “can’t…I need…”

"Give it, baby," you titled back.

He looked up at you, and in a flash you found yourself on your back, the cool floor of the villa beneath you, as a surprised squeal escaped you.

“Jesus…” Paul gripped your hips as he pushed back into you, his hand sliding down your legs to wrap them round his waist.

Your back arched off the floor as he thrust into you. "You better fuck me hard," you managed.

His reply was simply a growl. "Fucking tease me like that, fuck Sugar," he grunted, “you’re such a fucking minx at times…”

Now you chanted profanities as he railed you. His eyes were blown black as he stared you down. He groaned as he pounded into you, his hands placed flat on the floor either side of your head. His hips snapped and snapped, and you could feel every inch of him inside you. Over and over he hit that sweet spot, and you were fast building towards cuming.

“Come on, Sugar…” he almost snarled through his teeth, his jaw twitching as a sheen of sweat covered his brow, “come on…come on…”

You knew he was struggling to hold back.

"I'm... So.... Oh shit," you cried out.

“Oh, god…fuck, fuck…” he practically roared as he came, the pair of you lost in the throes of your bliss.

He collapsed over you, barely missing a crush to your frame as he rolled to his side, taking you with him. The pair of you couldn’t talk, instead you laid there, drawing in ragged breaths.

When you could finally move, Paul pulled you to your feet and grabbed your clothes. You showered together before collapsing into bed.

*****

The morning of your spa day, you found yourself delightfully cuffed to the driftwood headboard as Paul had his breakfast between your legs. You were boneless when he finished, and your spa day only further added to your blissful relaxed state.

The day nearly spent in luxury pampering, the two of you returned to your villa for a nice, long, deep nap. And when you woke, you wanted to do nothing but lie in bed and listen to the beach and jungle surrounding you.

"Can we just have room service?" You asked Paul as he lazily drew circles up and down your spine, your face led against your forearms.

Propped up in his palm and elbow, Paul spoke, "I'm fine with that, but I was looking forward to the tasting...."

“Oh…I forgot!” You giggled.

"That relaxed, huh, Sugar?"

“Mmmhmmm.” You hummed.

"Good." Paul kissed your shoulder. "I'm gonna shower, want to join me?"

You grinned, “to save water, right?”

"Dur..." He sniggered.

“Okay…but you’re gonna have to help me up.”

He smirked, "with pleasure."

You were quickly in his arms as he carried you bridal style to the open air shower.

There was nothing more than a little bit of kissing and a lot of laughter, and soon after you were both heading towards the main part of the resort, ready for your evening activity before your dinner.

The mezcal tasting was a lovely private affair, just the two of you on an air conditioned little hut with thematic decor and a gentleman from Tulum, expertly scholared in Nakawé Mezcal. You both enjoyed it thoroughly, and left a little buzzed and slightly peckish but not fully hungry following the snacks and sides you’d had during the tasting to accompany the drink.

So, you had tacos, small in size and loaded with fish and shrimp in the street style manor as you sat in the sand and ate. You were nestled between Paul's legs, beer each on either side of his knees, stuck in the sand. The waves rolled along the shore as a dark sky was nearly settled overhead. The stars were out and you just sat there, together quietly. Then you thought of something.

"This reminds me of our early dates. We used to get the corn dogs or hot dogs from the pier and a couple of drinks and sit on the sand."

“Yeah…” Paul chuckled, “both of us living with our parents, working all the shifts we could, raking in the rookie overtime.”

You smirked but he couldn't see, however, you turned your chin toward him to speak, "I adored our early days, but I love this life now."

“I wouldn’t change a second of any of it, babe.”

"Me either."

You nestled back against his chest and the two of you stayed that way for quite a while. His hand gently ran up and down your arm as he drank his beer with the other. You had no idea how much time had passed, but eventually you were forced to concede you needed to move for high tide was close as the water reached your toes.

Paul rose to his feet, and offered you his hand to pull you to your feet.

“Can you believe we only have two more days," you sighed as the pair of you began to walk towards your villa.

“I know…but we’ve had fun. And we’ll do it again.” He squeezed your hand. “Maybe not here but somewhere.”

"Maybe the next one is in winter..."

“Yeah, you got somewhere in mind?”

"Whistler?"

“Yeah?”

"Could be fun." You shrugged, "in another five or so years." You then chuckled. "This one cost us a fortune, gotta save again."

“We don’t do it often, I just wanted something special for us. But, we’ll get somewhere alone again before five years is up. In the meantime, I was thinking…maybe we could take the boys to Disney. Florida, I mean.”

"Great idea, Jack's just big enough."

He nods, “I know we have Disneyland a little more local but…well, I like the idea of the different parks. We can go for a fortnight, get a villa…bet Mom and Pops would come.”

"Probably mine too."

You reached the villa and Paul led you inside.

“Which is good…”he grinned, “as it’s on tap babysitting so we can sneak away.”

You smirked. "I love you, Disco."

“I love you too.”

"You wanna take me to bed or take a break?"

“Is that a rhetorical question?”

"Legitimate one..."

“I always wanna take you to bed…but I also know I might have worn you out.”

You sighed. "A little," you lowered your chin shyly.

Paul’s finger gently tipped your face to look at him. “Then we can sit out with a beer, and then curl up and fall asleep.”

"Okay," you said softly. "I'll go change."

When you came back in your sleep shorts and cami, Paul was on the balcony. He smiled, passing you to change quickly himself. Soon after he was back, a pair of shorts and a tee nestled on his frame. It was an easy night, the pair of you sat out until the early hours talking and laughing before you both headed to bed. There, you curled up next to him, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as you closed your eyes

*****

The two of you were bathed in morning sunlight from the open wall, the glass having been slid open by Paul before bed. Today saw your last adventure trip, a day in the Gran Cenote. A continental breakfast awaited you and Paul, delivered once again to your room while you readied for the day's trip.

You slipped into a rather cheeky one piece while Paul wore a different coloured pair of the same trunks he'd had all trip. A single backpack with sunscreen and essentials was all you needed and you'd quickly charged Paul with carrying it. You slipped your old LAPD SWAT cap over your head and pushed your aviators up your nose, following your handsome husband out of the villa and to the awaiting Jeep.

Through the jungle they drove you to the spot where the opening of the Gran Cenote sat and after some rules, and a hand off of your snorkel gear, the pair of you were free to explore the caves.

It was unbelievable. You’d snorkelled before, seen some pretty cool marine life up close but this was simply stunning. The waters were cool and clear, the rocks and nooks and little overhangs you found were adorned with so much greenery and flowers. And you couldn’t breathe for laughing at one point when a turtle got very up close and personal with Paul, biting his toe as he lay on his back, floating in the water.

You couldn't remember a time when the two of you had this much fun or felt this close in a while. And while you missed your boys, a part of you wasn't ready to go home.

Again, you retired with a quiet night in your villa, room service for dinner, the night sky and the double hammock calling you both as the meal settled with you. You had mezcal cocktails and relaxed, his hands on your body. But as things began to get a little heated in the hammock, the pair of you ended up flipping the entire thing, dumping the two of you to the deck.

Your laughs were uncontrollable and your sides hurt, your giggles interrupted by your phone ringing and two very happy boys' faces filled your screen.

Jack and CJ were calling from your parents’ house, just before bed.

“Hi my babies!” You grinned

"Hi, Mommy!" Jack beamed as Conner waved excitedly.

“Are you having fun?”

"Yeah, we got to go to the zoo today," Connor beamed.

"I saws a awigater," Jack bounced. "And feeds the..the futter-byes!"

“Oh wow!” Paul joined in. “Was it a big alligator?”

"Dis big!" Jack's arms flew out straight from his sides, almost smacking CJ in the face.

“Hey!” CJ warned him, “careful!”

“Tell me about the butterflies,” you cut in quickly.

"Dey tickewld." Jack giggled.

"Papa said they're good luck," CJ added. "They were orange ones and blue ones and all kinds, Mommy."

“Wow, that’s amazing!” You smiled. “We’ll go back one day all together.”

"Cans we sees the ewifants?" Jack wondered.

“We can see anything that’s there, buddy.” Paul nodded

"Otay!"

“What else have you been up to? Ceej, you ready for soccer tomorrow?”

"I am.”

“Is Grumpy going to watch you this week?”

“Yeah. Nanny said she'll film it and send it to you." He said with a slouch to his shoulders.

“I’ll be there next week, bud.” Paul said gently.

“I know."

"I goes," Jack said in an odd caring change of character. Normally, you stayed home with him, as he was a nightmare to keep an eye on when you were trying to watch, usually complaining loudly he was bored. Occasionally, you left him with grandparents or Barnes, meaning you could see the odd game too but it was very much Paul that was there week in, week out on the sidelines with the other parents.

CJ blinked and looked at him. “You can’t. You don’t like it. You’re staying here with Papa.”

“No, I wanna goes.”

“But last time-“

“Ceej,” Paul cut in, and Ceej sighed. Paul then turned his attention to Jack. “You promise to behave if you go this time?”

“Yeah. I cheers. Go Ceej!" Jack looked up at his big brother.

Despite himself, CJ smiled a little, then he gave a roll of his eyes and grinned. “Okay, you can come.”

Your heart, which had just shattered at the look in your eldest’s face, now was mending at the warmth your little Tazmainian devil had shown and the fact CJ was allowing him to go. You felt Paul squeeze the back of your neck gently.

"Be good for Nanny and Papa, okay, and call us right after your game, Connor." You said cheerfully.

“Okay!” He beamed, “Nanny says she wants to say hi…hang on…”

“Bye Mommy, bye Daddy!” Jack yelled as he hurried off.

Soon, your mom's face hit the screen, "Hi kids."

"Hi, Mom," you said at the same time Paul said, "hi, Maria."

"How's everything?"

“Absolutely fine, they’ve been so good. Your dad had them grilling with him before and they’re off to bed with a movie.”

"Thank so much, Mom," you smiled warmly. "I was worried. But you guys and Dot have said they've been so good."

“They always are for us,” your mum chuckled, “and as I keep telling you. If they behave for everyone else, and keep the naughtiness for Mom and Dad, then you’ve done your job.”

With a snort you shook your head.

“Anyway, I’ll let you go. Have a good evening.”

"Night, Mom," you nodded.

"Lots of pictures and video tomorrow, huh?" Paul hoped.

"It'll be borderline spam." Maria winked.

He chuckled, “did I ever tell you that you’re my favourite mother in law?”

"I better be your only mother in law, Paul Diskant."

"Night, Mom!" You called and snatched the phone from Paul, ending the call.

Paul closed up the villa on the first floor as you headed up for bed. You washed your face and brushed your teeth before he'd even come back up. You were just tucking into the sheet as he appeared.

"I'm exhausted," you chuckled.

“Yeah…” he yawned and nodded. “I’m kinda whacked too.”

"C'mon, Daddy, let's nuggle," you patted his side of the bed.

“Two minutes…” he leaned over and gave you a quick kiss.

You nodded and hunkered down into the soft bed. Your eyes were heavy as Paul climbed in. The second he was settled, you rolled into his side, your head in his chest. His hand gently ran up and down your back, fingers soft. It was the last thing you could remember feeling before the world went dark and dreams filled your eyes.

*****

The day was already mid-morning when the two of you woke up. Drained from such a great day before, you were thankful for the lie in. The sun was glowing across the water, the sand almost pure in color, the ocean a glittering match to Paul's eyes. This was paradise and you softly sighed knowing it was your last day. But you smiled knowing that by tomorrow night, you'd be holding your babies in your arms and hearing all about their adventures with both sets of Grandparents.

You checked the time and it was still early back home, by two hours, and Connor's day hadn't started yet. His game wasn't until 10 in LA.

“We’ll call in an hour or so.” Paul spoke softly. “Wish him good luck.”

You looked over at your husband with a smirk, "you always know."

He chuckled, “I was thinking the same thing as you, Sugar.”

You led your head back down on his chest contently. "Room service for breakfast?" You began running your fingertip along the bottom edge of his medallion. Back and forth along the metal, the semi-circular motion soothing.

“Sounds good,” his hand gently stroked between your shoulder blades as he kissed your head. “You want coffee?”

“Oh, yes please.” You sighed happily.

Paul kissed the top of your head just before you turned away so he could leave the bed. Minutes later he returned to you, fresh faced from cool water, a minty scent to his kiss and a mug of delicious Mexican coffee in his hands for you both.

You ordered your room service and sat on the veranda with your mugs, the ocean lapping the shore with high tide. You glanced at Paul, his sunglasses wrapped over his eyes, his bare and newly tattooed chest flexing unknowingly. Your heat pooled at the thought of what he could do to you with the flip of a switch.

“You want a photo?” He smirked a little.

“Just admiring the view.” You popped a shoulder.

He snorted as he lifted his mug to his lips.

The morning carried on. Breakfast on the veranda, topless sun bathing for you on the lounge chairs next to your dipping pool. This time it was Disco who cheekily quipped about taking a photo.

For the time that you sunbathed, your mom spammed your phones with images from CJ's game. Your heart ached a little knowing you hadn’t been able to make him his usual special pre-soccer breakfast, and undoubtedly Paul's had to have been missing being there to watch and cheer on. But your boy looked tough out there, enjoying the game. Jack seemed to be the faithful cheerleader sat atop his Papa's lap in the still images while the grainy video showed an assisted goal.

And then you let out a little gasp as the latest video came through.

“Paul…he got the ‘Man of the Match’ award.”

You watched as his face expressed pride and a hint of sadness. "I can't wait to talk to him!"

“He’s so happy…look!” You passed your phone over for him to watch CJ accept his little trophy from the coach.

Almost simultaneously, Paul’s phone pinged with a message from his Dad with a great photo of CJ and Jack. CJ’s kit was a little dirty with grass stains and various other marks from the game, his face was sweaty but his grin was enormous as was Jack’s as they stood next to one another, CJ’s trophy held in his hands.

"Oh, Sugar, look at this one," Paul turned his phone toward your line of sight.

You gasped at the happy photo in surprise. "My babies."

“Maybe this means we can both start going to watch now, and you’ll get to see him play more than you do.” Paul shrugged, a hopeful tone to his voice.

"I'd love that. It's frustrating when Jack can't sit there and just watch or play with his toys when he's disinterested. I miss half the match."

“I know.” Paul wrinkled his nose, before he snorted, “remember the last time when you gave up and decided you’d just stay home?”

“Don’t remind me.” You groaned at the memory. Jack had been playing with his truck, or so you had thought. You’d been watching the game when the referee had blown to halt. At the same time, loud laughter had rung out and you’d turned to see Jack was on the pitch running towards CJ with a water bottle, trying to squirt him with it.

Paul laughed, “Ceej was so mad, remember him declaring Jack was officially banned forever?”

"Oh I honestly can't forget it." Your head fell into your hands. "I love those stinkers. We've been so lucky really. From how hard it was to have CJ to how fast Jack came out, I'd do it all again."

“Yeah?” Paul grinned, “I mean, we could always…you know…” he wriggled his eyebrows.

You popped your shoulders, "yeah, I think I want one more. But it's not a have to thing either. Just if it happens it happens and if it doesn't in the next year, we're done. What do you think? How do you feel about it?"

“I’d have a football team full with you.” He grinned, “a team of disco balls.”

You smiled warmly, and when you opened your mouth to say something, your phone started chiming for a FaceTime from your mom's number.

“Oh, it’s mom…” you sat up and grabbed a towel, holding it round you to cover your bare chest. When you answered, immediately CJ’s excited face and voice blared out of your phone as Paul moved so he could see.

"Hey, Pal!" Paul grinned. "How was it?"

“We won, five nil! And I didn’t score any but I helped with three and I also stopped their side scoring as I kicked it off the line!”

"That's great, Ceej! So proud of you, bud! Nanny was sending us the videos so we can watch later!"

“And I won player of the match!”

"Oh my gosh, That's great, baby!" You chimed in. "I'm so proud of you, Connor!"

He beamed as Jack then pushed his way into the picture. “I hit the nasty boy.” He grinned, proudly.

"What?!" You and Paul shouted.

Hastily the phone was taken and it was your dad then who was looking at you, his face a mixture of amusement and sheepishness. You could hear Big Jim in the background with your mom, and you waited.

“Well…to be fair, the kid asked for it…” he began.

"Nice way to start the conversation, Dad."

“So, there was a bit of a commotion on the pitch, and this kid shoved CJ over then kicked him. We got a little distracted. Jim was shouting at the ref, I was trying to stop your mom running on the pitch to see if Connor was okay…and somewhere in the middle of it all, Jack barrelled straight on and ran over. Punched the kid straight in the gut.”

“Great right hook…” you heard Jim add.

"Oh my God," you cringed, mortified and now concerned there would be repercussions from the boy's family.

Paul, however, let out a snort. “Any trouble?”

“Well, said boy started crying like a right baby,” your dad chuckled, “Jim and the kids dad went on the pitch to sort it out. He then cried even more when he got a red card for pushing and kicking CJ. No hard feelings though, Jim took CJ over afterwards to shake his hand. We also took Jack to apologise.”

"Oh good." You sighed in relief.

“And he did.” Your dad was now actively fighting back his laughter. “Here, Jack Jack, tell mommy and daddy what you said.”

Jacks face filled the screen and he grinned. “I saids sowee.”

“And?” Your dad prompted, “what else did you say?”

“Whats Daddy says. Ack-shuns has con-see-quentzez.”

You bit back the laugh as Paul snorted next to you.

“They do…you’re right.” You licked your lips. “But you can’t just hit people, baby.”

“He hurts Ceej.” Jack frowned

"I know. This time you're not in trouble, but you can't always do that." You shook your head.

“Otay.”

“Buddy, let me speak to Ceej, huh?” Paul directed the conversation back to your eldest.

"Otay…”

Jack disappeared and Ceej’s face once more filled the screen.

“That douchebag hurt you when he kicked you?”

"Paul!" You scolded at his douchebag comment

“What?“ he gasped as CJ cackled.

“A little…” he grinned, “I got a bruise on my leg…look…” the phone panned down and CJ showed you the mark just above his knee, in the space between his socks and his shorts.

You shook your head and groaned. "Get some ice on that, baby."

“It’s okay, mommy. Nanna says she has some stuff to help the bruises. But…he did say some mean things before he pushed me. He was real mad coz I tackled him.”

You frowned, "What'd he say?"

“Well, he called me a rude name…and then said his dad would beat my dad up.”

“He sounds like a peach.” Paul scoffed.

“But I said my dad was a police officer and he could beat anyone up.”

Besides you, Paul grinned with pride. "Oh, Connor." You chuckled.

Connor shrugged. “But I didn’t swears at him like he did to me. Grumpy said he was just a rude little moron.”

"Grumpy's not wrong." Paul agreed.

“So, what are you doing tonight?” You hastily changed the subject before Paul could carry on.

“Papa says that grumpy and nanny is coming over to their house for food and drinks.” CJ beamed, “and we’re getting tacos!”

"Who doesn't love tacos!" You beamed.

“I nots want tacos!” Jack spoke as he pushed his way back into the frame. “I’ms getting fan-jee-tas!”

“Jack, you don't like those! You just want chicken and red peppers." You shook your head.

“No!” He frowned, “I wants dem!”

You started to try and explain but Paul hushed you by placing his hand on your shoulder. “Your mom knows.” He said gently, “leave him be, babe.”

“I gets dats and grab-a-moley.”

“You love guacamole,” you chuckled before you sighed, “we can’t wait to see you both tomorrow. We’ve missed you.”

CJ smiled, “we can have a movie night?”

“Absolutely.” Paul smiled.

"You guys enjoy your last day. We'll see you tomorrow!" You mom popped into frame.

“Thanks mom…” you took a deep breath. “Sorry there was trouble today.”

"There was nothing of the sort."

“Okay…” you bit your lip, “enjoy your evening, sounds like you guys have fun planned.”

“Don’t let my dad drink too much scotch. He can’t handle it like he used to.” Paul grinned.

“You cheeky little shit.” Came Jim’s reply off screen followed by Jack’s loud yell.

“Dass a no-no.”

“Yeah, what you gonna do about it?” Jim shot back, his tone playful.

“Yous needs da bad word jar!” Jack continued.

“You tell him, son!” Paul laughed.

Loud giggles and shrieks came from off the camera as no doubt Jack was now wrestling with his Grumpy and you chuckled.

“Love you guys, see you soon!”

The screen went dark as the line cut off and you chuffed as you shook your head, then rest it against Paul's bicep. “So maybe Jack doing karate isn’t quite such a good idea.” You scoffed as your husband roared with laughter.

Paul pressed his lips to the crown of your head with a deep chuckle, "I think it'll be good for him."

“He just hit some kid, like what, two, three years older than him?”

“He was sticking up for his big bro. I’m not gonna lie, Sugar, it makes me both proud and very happy to hear.”

"Alright, you're right," you groaned. "But if it becomes a habit, you're on the hook for it, got it?"

“I will take the full consequences of my actions.” He smirked

"Deal." You sat up on your knees from the lounger and then stood. "Let's get some drinks and head to the beach?"

“Sounds good.”

You grabbed your sarong and bikini top, fixing them both as Paul grabbed his tee. He slipped it over his thick and cut frame before following you out the villa.

 ****

Part 3 KINKTOBER DAY 5

#rock n roll people in a disco world #paul diskant fan fiction #paul diskant x you #paul diskant x reader #paul diskant #street kings fan fic

[snugglebug-92]

Goodbyes

Jimmy Snuggerud x Faber sister

As soon as the buzzer sounded you were rushing to the locker room. You knew both your brother and boyfriend were going to be a mess of tears and frustration. Matthew was the first one out he wrapped his arms around you before heading to his brother who was standing next to you. You give hugs to each of the boys spending extra time with Justen before waiting for your boys.

“Brock’s a mess,” Logan says as he and Jimmy walk out of the room. Logan goes to his parents while Jimmy accepts a quick hug before you place a kiss on his lips.

“I’ll be back baby,” you state, giving him a half smile before the boys take him away from you. You sit down next to your twin and pull him into your arms. He wraps his arms around you and sobs in your embrace.

“I feel like I let the team down,” Brock sighs.

“You didn’t. I know it feels like everything is falling apart but you did everything you could. I promise you none of those boys think you let them down,” you look Brock in the eyes trying to drill the information into his head.

“I know but,”

“No but’s Brock. You tried your hardest and played your heart out.” you cut Brock off before he can trash talk himself. 

“I know,” he leans back into the stall.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. You’re staying in Minnesota so you’ll still have me and the boys. Everyone will be here for you whether or not you sign. I love you B-rock,” you smile.

“I love you too little sis,” he smiles back.

“Hey it’s only 5 minutes,” you laugh as you get up, “I’ll let you finish getting ready then you're going to dinner with Jimmy and me. And before you go ‘oh I don’t wanna third wheel’ Cools and Knies are coming for sure, plus whoever else got roped along.”

“Thank you,” Brock gets up and you walk to the door.

“I’d do anything for you so remember that,” you shut the door before a few of the boys look at you.

“How is he?’ Luke asks.

“He’ll be okay,” you respond, and Jimmy wraps his arms around you. Most of the boys go back to the bus leaving only a few of you left. You can feel Jimmy’s tears on your shoulder, and you turn around. You cup his cheeks, wiping his tears before he places his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he says, pulling you further into his arms.

“I love you too. Even if you refuse to shave,” you shake your head as the boy.

“Hey, I recall you saying something about liking that way it feels,” Jimmy starts.

“Snuggerud don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Brock yells finally coming out of the locker room.

“Eye eye captain,” Jimmy salutes, causing you and Logan to start laughing. The 5 of you head to the Uber you called while Jimmy laces his finger in yours. The 5 of you pile in before Matthew finally asks the seemingly most important question.

“So where are we going for dinner?”

“Well since you were a good boy I figured I would get you some Chick-fil-a,” you tell Matt.

“Shit I could marry you right now,” Matthew bounced his leg excitedly for Chick-fil-a.

“Hey that’s my job,” Jimmy defends his position, and the 4 of you laugh,

“Jim honey Matthew has a girlfriend he loves very much. He just loves his chick-fil-a. Do you not remember the video you made talking about Matthew’s love for Chick-fil-a,” you laugh. Jimmy's face goes red and he buries his head in your shoulder. You run your hands through his hair and he sighs. The driver pulls in and you guys get out. Yeah, the group would be different in a week but for right now everything was okay.

#jimmy snuggerud x reader

[house-afire]

orientation period (Frenchie/Izzy, noncon of the Kraken-made-them-do-it variety)

Prompt: 100 words of porn logic

“New first mate always takes the old one,” Blackbeard says. He holds the gun loosely now, but it’s like a snake draped over his arm—could flex up in a second and come to life spitting venom. “Lays him in front of the crew. Really drives home a lesson about the transition of power.”

His hand lands on Frenchie’s shoulder. The scent of gunpowder under his fingernails. Frenchie dares to look at him, but it’s useless: the man he could’ve appealed to hasn’t been behind those eyes in weeks, really. They’re like pits now, miles of darkness bottoming out to sweat-soaked, tear-stained bedsheets. Frenchie can’t get down there to tidy up.

And there’s no tidying this. He’s kneeling on the deck, Izzy’s blood soaking the knees of his trousers.

“It’s a lot of responsibility,” Frenchie says, even though he knows Blackbeard won’t listen, that the most he’ll get is the sound of a hammer being cocked behind his ear. “Don’t think I’m the management type—”

The sound comes, like he knew it would.

Funny what you hear when you’re listening for a forlorn hope to make an entrance after all. Frenchie takes in the lapping of the waves, Fang’s sobs, Izzy’s rough and keening breathing that keeps stopping just short of a howl.

Jim’s got Fang, so that’s good. Archie’s rolling with it. The others—Frenchie barely knows their names—just mill about, listless and on edge all at once.

The new men are all pros—lifelong sailors and even more than lifelong killers, somehow, like they’re out of those tales you hear about babies strangling their twins in the womb—and none of them have said, “Bullshit!” under a cough, so maybe it’s even true, this whole taking of the first mate ritual.

Or maybe they just don’t want to die. Complicating factor.

He doesn’t want to die either, not that anyone would know it from how he’s still as a held breath even with the gun nuzzling his temple.

Izzy, a bit ashy now from all the bleeding, works suddenly clumsy fingers over his leathers.

“Just do it, for fuck’s sake,” he says, his eyes locked on Frenchie’s. “Do it and it’s done.”

“Maybe—” It’s Jim’s voice, hoarse and brave and scared. “Maybe let us fix him up first? He’s not—” They swallow. “He’s not in good shape.”

“I can get fucked,” Izzy says loudly, making Frenchie’s gaze snap back to him. “I can survive it a lot better than you can a bullet in your fucking head. I won’t bleed out unless you take ages with it.”

The gun’s already cocked; Blackbeard hasn’t eased the hammer back down. The next sound Frenchie hears from it will be the bullet, leaving.

“Appreciate you trying, Jim,” he says finally, peeling Izzy’s leathers down. Izzy half-screams when they hang up on the bloody mess of his leg—Frenchie winces in sympathy—didn’t mean to do that, thought the danger zone was further down—and bites at the back of his wrist to muffle the sound. Frenchie winds up putting his hand against Izzy’s cold cheek. He wants to say sorry, but too many people are listening. Too many captains. Instead, he says, “I won’t take too long. Lucky for both of us that blood’s not a turnoff, yeah?”

Izzy exhales through his colorless lips, almost in a laugh, and he rubs his cheek along Frenchie’s hand.

One of the new crewmen has a chuckle over it. He’ll turn up dead later, Frenchie knows, with half-a-dozen stab-wounds in him because Jim believes in thoroughness.

Frenchie makes do with spit, because using the blood seems a touch morbid even for him. Then he’s inside, and the hot hold of Izzy’s body around him is the best thing he’s felt since it all went pear-shaped, and he’ll have to get a new box, won’t he, a box the size of a coffin if he wants to fit all this in. A box that could bury them all.

#frenchie #izzy hands #frenchie/izzy #tw: noncon

[dragonmuse]

Absolutely LOVE the new story!! It's so nice to see Stede's and Olu's POV, I didn't realize how much I missed Olu. I'm guessing we will see some in this story, but could we see Olu and Alma hanging out? Maybe when she was younger and would hang out at the bar when she's in the city?

(yay, thank you! You may certainly have some young Alma and Oluwande!)

“What’s up, baby bat?” Oluwande asked as Alma flopped down into Ethel’s empty makeup chair. 

“I’m bored,” she informed him as if this was the very worst thing in the world that could’ve happened.  “I want to go home, but Dad and Eddy are talking and they keep saying five more minutes and it’s been like an hour.” 

“Yeah, I think all good tiny people are supposed to be in bed,” he considered. “It’s like 2 AM.” 

“I’m not tiny. Or a baby,” she stuck out her bottom lip. “I’m thirteen.” 

“Right, my mistake,” he nodded, wiping off the last pits of his makeup. “Want to help me clean this place up?” 

Alma looked in despair around the changing room. “Did you make the mess?” 

“Little bit of it. But we just take turns going through every few weeks. John did it last time, Frenchie time before that. I’m probably due. It’s not as bad as it looks.” 

“Good,” she wrinkled her nose. “Cause it looks really bad.”

“We’re just going to go through, pick up clothes and if it’s got a label, it gets tossed on their chair. No label, let me get an eye on it. It’s usually easy to tell who belongs to what. If we don’t know it, it goes in the box by the door.” 

“Yeah, okay,” she sighed and went to go start in Leda’s corner where there was little in the way in clothes and a lot in the way of rhinestones. “What do I do with these?” 

“Toss ‘em.” 

“Can I keep them?” 

“Knock yourself out.” 

“What’s this?” Alma held up a squishy yellow object. 

“That’s a hip pad. We cut ‘em out of couch cushion foam. That one looks like it’s Frenchie’s size, toss it on her chair.” 

“Okay.” 

It was actually useful to have a smaller person around. Alma got under all the vanities for what might be the first time in literal years. She found an earring Oluwande was sure he’d lost for good, an entire set of the Kraken’s press ons, innumerable bobby pins, and a roll of duct tape.

“What’s this for?” 

“...ask your parents,” Oluwande took it from her. “Better yet, just google it in say...five or six years.” 

“Whatever,” she wrinkled her nose. “I probably don’t want to know.” 

“Probably not. Okay, so that piece is done. Let’s take a step back and see what the next thing to do is. The key is to break it down into steps so you don’t get overwhelmed.”

It took a half hour or so to square the room away enough that Oluwande felt good about abdicating responsibility again for a few months. Alma even vacuumed and looked pleased when he praised her for it, even if she’d missed a few spots. 

When they headed back out to the bar, Stede and Eddy were still in deep conversation with several people. Oluwande walked up and Eddy caught his eye, grimacing. 

“Listen,” she whispered. “There was some petition going around that’s got everyone in the neighborhood nervous. It’s probably nothing, but Stede wants to hash it out with the club owners from next store tonight, so we’re on the same page. Can you walk Alma home? The sitter is there with Charlie, probably both sleeping though.  Sorry to even ask.” 

“No, I heard that too,” he sighed. It was a nuisance thing, but he got why it made Stede jumpy. Oluwande didn’t like it either when the morality gang showed up to raise their particular brand of hell. “Where’s Jim?” 

“Knocking on doors of all the other late night businesses. Just to let them know we’re going to meet in the next week or so. Pre-game. We’ll want you there for the actual meeting. You’re better at getting people to listen to you than either of us.  I’ll read you in. Ok?” 

“Got it. Keys?”  

Eddy tossed the them to him and Oluwande shoved them in his pocket. 

“Let’s get you in bed,” he said to Alma, who in a remarkable moment, didn’t protest. 

“Okay.” 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Stede stopped for a moment, bending down to hug her. “We’ll all go out for a long brunch tomorrow, all right?” 

“Kay,” she said into his stomach. “Night, Dad.” 

“Good night, Alma.” 

They walked together into the night. She had a little leather jacket, pulled over her dress and her purple docs. Oluwande remembered being that age, an unsure cocktail of newly pumping hormones, caught halfway from child to teenager.  There was a bow tied at the end of her braid. 

“You do that?” He asked flicking the ribbon so her braid swayed a little. 

“Eddy put it in,” she said, pleased. “She has a lot of ribbon.” 

“Yeah, I think she’s doing a whole dress thing. It’s a Roach idea.” 

“Do you make your own dresses?” 

“Nope. I leave that to the dream team. I do my own wigs though and I style theirs in exchange sometimes. It evens out.” 

“How do you style a wig?” 

“You want the whole class?” he glanced at her with as mile. “Because I charge for that.” 

“No,” she huffed. “Just curious.” 

“It’s a lot like real hair in some ways. Just things you have to be careful of. Different products sometimes. The hard part with drag queen wigs is that they need a lot of volume, so you usually wind up making them out of a lot of different wigs. It’s a process.” 

“Why do they have to be big?” 

So he spent the rest of the walk telling her about proportion. If it was a different kid, he wouldn’t have bothered, but Alma always listened with birdlike intent and seemed to retain everything. She asked questions and fired off a random, 

“Victorian people kept the hair if their dead family and made it into jewelry.”  

“Oh fuck, why?” he groaned. 

“I don’t know, I think it’s nice,” she said dreamily. “Like keeping a bit of them with you.” 

“I think I’ll stick to photos, but thanks for that image.” 

When they got there, Alma took the keys from him to open the door and then dropped them on the spindly table by the door. She sat and worked off her boots. Oluwande hovered, uncomfortable with just leaving her there. 

“It’s okay, see,” she got up and pointed to the sofa where someone was sleeping under a blanket. “That’s Marisa. She’s okay. Dad says it’s okay for her to nap as long as Charlie can wake her up if he needs something.” 

“Okay, you need anything before I leave you though?” 

Alma hesitated, and then shook her head. “It’s okay.” 

“Hey, how about a last snack before bed?” he said nonchalantly. “I know I could eat and your Dad and Eddy are snack hoarders.” 

“Do you like macaroons?” 

“You know it.” 

They were quiet, pouring glasses of milk and eating fancy little cookies without turning on the overhead lights. Oluwande was glad he stayed, when Alma went on telling him about Victoiran mourning jewelry, clearly relieved for the company. When she started yawning again though, he gestured her towards her room. 

“I’ll text your Dad. Want me to set the security alarm on my way out?” 

“Yeah, okay,” she shrugged, but her face said ‘Yes. Please.’ 

Stede had never changed the passcode from the early days of living here when Oluwande crashed on the couch. He wondered how Eddy let him get away with that as he armed the thing and walked back out into the night. 

The streets were still busy, even at the late hour. It was a summer Saturday, rich with potential vices and delights. Oluwande avoided a few drunks and watched the neon lights sparkle in puddles from last night’s rainstorm. It was it’s own kind of lullaby and by the time he got back to the bar, he was yawning. 

“Hey,” Jim swung out from the still clustered group. “Want to go?” 

“Yeah, but-” 

“It’s cool. They’re going in circles. Eddy said she’d call you tomorrow.” 

“Sure?” 

“Mhm. Let’s just go.” 

That was probably smart. If they said good night, they’d get sucked into the conversation. The alley door was propped so they went out the back. 

“Walk?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” Jim nodded. “Nice enough.” 

They made it a few blocks before Oluwande offered to them, 

“Want to know what I learned tonight?” 

“That you’re a soft mark for babysitting?” 

“Haha. I don’t have to tell you.” 

“But you want to,” Jim smiled. “So you will.” 

“...okay so apparently people made jewlery out of hair.” 

“Gross!” Jim grinned at him. “Why?” 

“That’s what I asked!” 

He caught them up on all of Alma’s factoids as they walked. 

And maybe, several years later, there would come a day when Alma would stand at the door to her bedroom with a contractor bag and her mother saying, 

“I told you this day would come!” 

And she would close her eyes, take a deep breath and say to herself, “Just break it into small steps.” 

Bit by bit, the dragon hoard that had been her childhood bedroom would yield itself to her persuasion. She texted Oluwande a picture when she was done. 

Alma: voila. 

Oluwane: good job. 

Alma: thanks. Like a lot. I was freaking out. 

Oluwande: You had it. You’ll have all of it. 

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #oluwande boodhari #alma bonnet

[iboatedhere]

Back at the loft, TK insists upon returning the favor, even though Carlos insists that’s not the way a bet works. 

“I’m offering to suck your dick and you’re complaining?” TK asks as he walks backwards into the bedroom, his fingers tangled in the front of Carlos’ shirt as he pulls him along. 

“Not complaining,” Carlos says as he lets himself be pulled. “Just saying that we shouldn’t have called it a bet if we were both going to win.”

TK rolls his eyes then cups Carlos’ through his pants, grinning when Carlos moans. 

“Please,” TK tells him, “like you didn’t love getting me off in that dark, dirty supply closet. This is separate. An isolated incident.”

“I guess that’s allowed,” Carlos says as TK turns them around and pushes Carlos back against the bed. 

Carlos’ brain is still foggy when he hears his phone buzzing somewhere in the room. 

TK had tossed all their clothes to the floor before sucking his soul out of his body and leaving him a boneless mess in the middle of the end. 

“You’ve been holding out on me,” he says, arm thrown over his face, ignoring his phone in favor of praising TK. 

“I can’t show you everything I have up front,” TK answers from somewhere in the room. “I have to keep you interested. Babe. This is blowing up.”

Carlos lifts his arm and watches TK pull his phone out of his pants pocket. 

“Who is it?”

“Chris.”

“What does he want?”

“I don’t know.” TK squints down at the screen, trying to read the banner message. “It looks like that gif from Ace Ventura where Jim Carrey is dancing in the tu-tu. Does your agent send you memes?” He tosses the phone onto Carlos’ chest then walks into the bathroom. “That’s fun.”

Carlos frowns as he unlocks the phone and skims through the texts. He sits up as he rereads the first text, like it’s going to help him make sure he’s understanding what it says.

“What’s the matter?” TK is standing in the doorway, toothbrush and toothpaste in hand and Carlos swallows hard.

“Um…he’s just telling me that unofficially, the Astros want to sign me to the team next season. A major league contract, full time.”

TK’s eyes go wide as he tosses the brush and the toothpaste back toward the sink before rushing forward to throw his arms around Carlos.

“Babe,” he says, pushing Carlos back against the mattress as he peppers his face with kisses. “Baby, I am so proud of you, this is so exciting.” He pulls back, his hands braced on Carlos’ chest. “Why aren’t you more excited?”

“I am excited,” Carlos says. “But it’s not official yet, a lot could still happen.”

“Are you going to tell your parents?”

Carlos shakes his head. “No, god no. Not until it’s official and there’s a contract in front of me. Honestly, I don’t even know if Chris was supposed to tell me. I probably wasn’t supposed to tell you.”

TK leans down to kiss his forehead. “Your secret is safe with me, I promise.” He pokes at Carlos’ cheeks then physically pushes his lips up into a smile before Carlos bats his hands away. “This is a good thing,” TK tells him. “This is what it’s all about.”

“Is it?”

“Yes,” TK says, “someone with your kind of talent shouldn’t be wasting away in the minors.”

“I’m not wasting—.”

TK presses his fingertip to Carlos’ lip to quiet him. “You know what I mean. You deserve this and you’ve earned this and if I thought you could go again I’d be giving you a celebratory blow job right now.”

Carlos laughs and TK smiles.

“I’ll save it for when you sign the contract,” TK tells him and Carlos wraps his hand around the back of his neck to pull him down for another kiss.

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #wip wednesday

[darkness-and-books]

Saving Spock’s Eyebrows

Y/N is in there for a bit, but Spirk is kinda the star of the show here.

Inspired by this pin

⚠️: none

word count: 2,121

The words “OH MY GOD!!! I AM SO SORRY, SPOCK!!!!” ringing through the engineering deck, were simultaneously terrifying and sort of hilarious. Despite their previous engagements, every engineer came running, mostly because the words were preceded several seconds by a loud clang and what sounded like an engine blowing up. Sure they all cared about Spock too, but the reason the Enterprise still flies is because there's a whole crew of people who consider this ship their wife/baby. In mere moments Y/N and Spock were surrounded by a sea of redshirts and a chorus of, “What the hell happened?!?!” and , “What did you do to the ship?!?!” but it all stopped when Spock and Y/N turned to face them all. “Mhm,” Y/N cleared their throat and blushed, “Mr. Spock was just supervising my rerouting of the iron gluon centrifuges, when I hit my head trying to answer one of his questions,” Y/N explained shamefully, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. The surrounding crew burst into fits of stitch ripping laughter, “What, may I ask is so funny?” Spock inquired. Scotty spoke up over the crew men’s raucous laughter, “Ye laddies, ‘ave no eyebrows!” He shouted the information from somewhere within the crowd, Y/N instantly went to feel their face. Much to their own horror, Y/N found that Scotty wasn’t lying, the look of terror subsided for a moment when they realised that Scotty said neither of them had eyebrows. Y/N slowly looked over to spock, who was clearly raising his now nonexistent eyebrows. They did their damnedest not to laugh at him as they said, “He’s right!” Spock's lip curled slightly upward in a slight smile, “It would seem so,” He stated in an amused voice that very few would actually recognise as amused. They were both ordered to go down to medbay by Scotty, who insisted it was “Because you may have been affected by the combustion in some way we can’t see,” but Y/N was fairly certain that Scotty just wanted to give everyone between here and the medbay a good laugh. “What the hell happened to you!” McCoy shot through fits of laughter as they both walked into the room. “Engineering accident,” Y/N stated without hesitation or humour. They didn’t even bother staying and instead went down to the bridge to get it over with. Upon stepping off of the turbo lift and entering the bridge, Kirk turned around and was about to say something, but it dissipated into hearty laughter. Once his laughter stopped, Jim looked genuinely concerned, getting up to wrap his arms around Spock, “Are you okay, Sweetheart?” He asked Spock, still trying not to laugh as he placed a kiss where Spock’s eyebrow had been. “I’m quite fine, I assure you,” Spock informed with a light green blush painted over his face. Jim’s face lit up with unmistakable mischief, “I could help, you know!” He exclaimed in complete and earnest glee. “Help with what, might I ask?” Spock asked with an attempted brow raise. “Put your eyebrows back,” Kirk replied as though his meaning were a given, “I don’t believe that will be necessary,” Spock nodded curtly. “No, no, please!” Jim pleaded desperately, “I promise, I can’t make it worse!” Jim reasoned. “He’s got you there,” Y/N pointed out with a chuckle, “You already have no eyebrows, what’s the worst that could happen?” Y/N asked innocently.

-Famous last words-

The next morning Spock came down to the officers’ mess with orange eyebrows, one of which must have been placed a solid quarter of an inch higher than the other, giving him a permanent look of concern. “Oh god!” Y/N howled from beside Scotty, “How did this happen?!?” Y/N asked as Scotty laughed loud enough to almost cover the question. “I believe the captain called them Crayola markers,” Spock said and raised an eyebrow, making it now level with the other one. “Don't be so surprised!” Scotty bellowed as Spock sat down across from the two of you. Spock was shortly followed by Jim, “Ah, and I assume that this is our own aspiring Picasso,” Y/N jeered as he took his seat next to spock. “At least his masterpiece is washable,” Scotty commented as he took in a drink of water.

-Mission Save The Vulcan Brows (so deemed by the captain himself) Day 2-

“Uhura, can I borrow your makeup?” Kirk asked her, “Still trying to fix his brows?” Uhura asked as casually as she could possibly manage, but some of her intense curiosity peaked through the facade. “Yeah,” He admitted sheepishly, “At least you’re using stuff meant for his face this time,” She sighed and handed him her makeup bag. “Thanks Uhura, you’re a lifesaver!” Kirk exclaimed as he ran off, “No, just a protector of brows everywhere!” She called after him. “Spock!” Jim called him from the nearest comm he could find, “Yes, captain?” The question came in slightly fuzzy, “I have the next solution! Meet me in my quarters,” Jim playfully ordered. “Alright, Jim, I believe I’m ready to know what your plan is,” Spock said, trying not to smile too much. “This!” Jim explained, without really explaining anything as he dumped Uhura’s makeup bag out onto his bed. “Do you know what any of these things are for?” Spock inquired, concern seeping into his tone as he scanned the alarming number of products scattered around the bed. “Not exactly, but we’ll learn together!” Jim exclaimed in such a way that Spock really couldn’t say no to this. “Let’s try this!” Jim said, holding up a flat and angled makeup brush that he thought looked perfect for recreating the generally very sharp shape of Spock’s brows. He dug around the products a little longer before coming to a colour palette that had a shade of black that Jim thought to be at least somewhat similar to his hair colour. “Okay, this looks like it’ll work,” Jim said more to himself than his boyfriend as he climbed into Spock’s lap to begin doing his makeup. “Hold still,” Kirk told Spock in a hushed tone as he dipped the brush generously into the black pigment. He started with drawing the inner end of the left brow, and tried pulling the colour out to create the bottom of the brow, which he tried to do evenly three times before he gave up because the brow had already become substantially thicker than he meant it to be. Moving to do the right brow, he took a different approach, pinching Spock’s face a little bit to feel where his brow usually sat and just filling in that space instead. While Jim’s theory for the right brow seemed like a good idea, the result was an alright looking human eyebrow, which did not at all match the incredibly dense looking Vulcan brow he had drawn on the left side of Spock’s forehead. Jim’s face fell as he scrutinised his work, “What is it, Jim?” Spock asked, raising an eyebrow (The one that at least looked kinda Vulcan), “I think I’ve done it wrong,” Kirk in a downtrodden tone. “I’m sure you did fine,” Spock assured, giving Jim’s hand a gentle kiss. Jim nervously handed Spock the compact mirror from Uhura’s things, Spock opened it and looked at himself in the small mirror. He laughed, “It’s fine,” Spock told Jim with a kiss on the lips, “Are you sure, I could try it again,” Jim offered, “No, it’s fine, I have duties to attend to at the moment,” Spock assured and informed. “Okay,” Jim conceded and slipped out of Spock’s lap to let him go. Spock walked out of Kirk’s quarters and the first person who saw him was Bones, “Oh my, thank god!” Bones smiled as he looked up as if actually blessed by god himself. “Your human half is showing!” Bones said with glee as he wiggled his eyebrows.

-Mission Save The Vulcan Brows, Day 3 (alternately titled: Trimming Tribbles)

To Jim there was exactly one good thing that came from being infested with Tribbles- their hair. Nobody has any clue how, but Jim managed to get one to stop reproducing and hold still long enough to trim it. Turns out those little things have so much fur for a reason, they’re real disturbing buggers underneath all that hair. Running to Spock’s quarters, Jim was now holding a plastic bag full of Tribble fur, with a new idea in mind. He punched the code into the keypad on Spock’s quarters, barging into the room, Spock looked up from his book. It was still so strange for Jim to see him without any eyebrows, he didn’t think it would make that much of a difference, but it did. “Another plan, Captain?” Spock asked teasingly, “In fact, I have!” Kirk replied, rather pleased with himself as he held up the tribble hair. At this point Spock just let the pieces fall where they may because Jim seemed to be having a good time with the whole thing. “Alright,” Spock agreed and stood from his chair to move to his bed. Much like before, Jim climbed into Spock’s lap, but this time he pulled a small bottle of glue out of the bag. Spock tried not to show it, but with the addition of glue the stakes seemed rather high and he was growing concerned at the prospect of whatever might happen. Jim unscrewed the top of the glue and used applicator inside to paint far too much glue on the spaces where Spock's eyebrows usually resided. Jim put the lid back on the glue and began to carefully press the fur to Spock's face, this process didn't take him nearly as long as trying to draw them on. When Jim was done he pulled back just a few inches to see the entirety of his work. His eyebrows furrowed together and the colour drained from his face as he saw his work in full. His eyes widened as he realised something more, "I uh, don't actually know how to remove this," Jim choked on his words as tears began to prick the corners of his eyes. "Oh, no, no, no, T'hy'la," Spock cooed, "I'm sure it's alright, I really don't care what it looks like. Did you have fun?" Spock prompted, Jim chuckled quietly as Spock swept the tears away from his face. "Alright," Spock sighed, in a joking manner, "Show me the damage," He requested and Jim walked him to the bathroom mirror. Spock took one look in the mirror and started to laugh, and not just a little bit either, but full body shaking as he doubled over and white knuckled the edge of the sink. "It's not that bad, is it?" Jim asked, "No, just a bit surprising," Spock informed as he straightened up to look at himself in the mirror again, his newly installed eyebrows were altogether the wrong colour, and the hairs were far too long. "Perhaps," Spock began, making eye contact with Jim through the mirror, "This ought to be the end of your mission, captain," Spock suggested, "I guess," Jim agreed. It took Spock many, many more showers to finish washing all the Tribble fur off of his face.

-Project Shine-

"Y/N!" Jim quietly pestered them during lunch. "Yes, Jim?" They acknowledged through a bite of their sandwich. "Have you got any rhinestones?!?" Jim asked with a glimmer in his eyes. "Yes, why?" Y/N asked, not particularly inclined to hand them over to the suspicious captain. Jim just wiggled his eyebrows and winked, Y/N got the message, "ah, they're all yours," they responded. After lunch Y/N delivered blue Rhine stones and makeup glue directly to Jim's quarter and found, unsurprisingly, that Spock was there too. "Special delivery," Y/N announced when Jim answered the door. "Come in, come in!" He ushered them through the door. "Spock" Jim sing songed, "Yes, Jim?" Spock asked from where he sat on the couch. "Just one more?" Jim pleaded, "Fine, but please only one more," Spock bargained, "Just one more!" Jim instantly agreed at the hint of getting his way. Spock moved to sit at the table with Jim and Y/N. "Here," Jim started, "You get the left brow while I get the right one," Jim directed Y/N.

Not five minutes later they had finished the job, and were quite proud of themselves too. This had been Spock's best set of replacement eyebrows yet. "Best to end the mission on a high note," Y/N commented as they looked over Spock's new and shiny brows.

Bonus scene: Spock was walking down the hall when, "I knew you had a little sugar in the tank, but I think this is a bit much for you," Bones commented.

Here, have some doodles I did while writing this.

#star trek #spock #Poor spock #Eyebrows #spork #spirk #star trek tos #Kirk is just trying to help

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Mr. Gallagher and Me

Jim x Reader

Playlist Chapter 13 Masterlists

Chapter 14

The fallout with her parents leads Jim and Y/n to take a huge step in their relationship Warnings- Angst.

Late December After she'd dropped her parents off at the airport, the only thing Y/n could even fathom doing was flopping into bed, and crying. Things had been mindbogglingly tense since Christmas and her mother had brashly cut the rest of the trip short, deciding that they'd leave the day after Boxing Day and not a couple days after New Year's, as originally planned. Worst yet, Natalie had completely stopped speaking to her, with the exception of a string of uttered, venomous words while they hugged stiffly at the airport;

"I love you but if you're gonna go through with this then maybe its best if we have nothing to do with each other."

Natalie's words had siphoned the air right out of Y/n's lungs and completely shaken by them, the drive back to Jim's place was done solely on muscle memory, though, by the time she stepped through the front door, dropping Jim's car keys and her key to his apartment in the designated bowl, she was barely holding it together. 

Clenching her jaw as she pressed forward, Y/n bit back her sobs, hoping to at least get to the bedroom before completely breaking down and probably worrying Jim, who was standing in the kitchen, in the process of putting away some dishes. "Hey," he lifted his head upon hearing her come in, setting the coffee pot down on the counter next to his much, "How'd it- what's wrong?" Noting her expression, Jim frowned deeply and moved around the counter to approach Y/n. 

Her lips were trembling and her eyes were brimmed with glassy moisture by the time Jim was close enough to take her into his arms, and from the minute she was enclosed in his embrace, she let a hitched sob slip. "She's never gonna speak to me again."

Soothingly, Jim rubbed up and down her back, "Whatever she said I'm sure she didn't mean it," he reasoned, pressing his lips to the crown of her head. 

"She said we shouldn't have anything to do with each other," Y/n cried, clinging to him tightly, "You don't know her like I do," she sniffed, pulling away as she hastily swiped at her  blotchy, tear stained cheeks, "When she says something, she means it." Unceremoniously, she sank to the sofa, and seconds later, Jim was resigning to the spot next to her, palm once more falling to her back, "This whole thing is such a mess."

For a moment, Jim was silent, though, it wasn't long before he chimed in hesitantly, "If you're having second thoughts-"

"I'm not," Y/n quickly turned her head to regard him with red rimmed, teary eyes, “I want this,” absently, her hand found the very subtle swell of her stomach, hidden by the thick layers meant to break the winter chill, “I just wish she’d be okay with it- or at least just talk to me,” Y/n sniffed, and then, just as Jim attempted to comfort her again, the muffled chime of her phone interrupted them. 

With a sniffle and an exhaled breath, Y/n shuffled her phone out of her long, burgundy coat and pressed gently on the bottom of the screen to illuminate it so she could unlock the device and read the text message. Upon noting that it was from her landlord, who rarely called or texted, she frowned, quickly opening it up only to have another weight piled onto her shoulders, “Oh my God,” she gasped, blinking quickly as fresh tears joined drying ones, “They’re not gonna pay my rent anymore. I have thirty days to move.” 

“Jesus,” Jim hissed sympathetically, before springing to action, “It’s gonna be okay. You can come here, if you want to. And if you don’t then…then I’ll get you somewhere-”

“Jim,” Y/n sighed tearily, heartened by his gesture- but it was just too much, with the money he was still contributing towards his kids, the medical expenses that he'd insisted on covering on his own and everything that he’d have to spend on their baby, she couldn’t let him taken on another financial obligation, and she didn’t want them to be forced into living together if that wasn’t something he wanted. “I can’t let you do that, its too much.”

“Then live here, with me,” he urged, taking her hand in one of his while using the other to dry her face, “You’re sure about us?” She nodded astutely, “And I’m sure about us. We’re already living together, sort of, this obviously isn’t the way I wanted it to happen," she too had imagined that if they ever did move in together, it would be more....joyous. "But why don’t we just make it official.”

“I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this. I can find somewhere if you’re not ready,” Y/n reasoned. Even if she did adore the idea of living with Jim, she wanted it to be a decision stemming from an idea of a shared future- though, she supposed their futures were already entangled considering they’d be raising a child together. 

“Believe me,” Jim smiled sadly, meeting her bleary gaze, “I know you can find somewhere on your own, you are intelligent and independent, and you don’t need me to do that- or anything else-for you,” he leaned in pressing their foreheads together, “But when I tell you I’m ready for this, its the entire truth, so if you’re ready too, then why not?” 

Smiling mournfully through her tears, Y/n’s hands encircled Jim's wrists as he cupped her tear-soaked cheeks,  “Okay,” she pursed her lips, stealing a quick kiss off his lips, “I’m ready too,” she admitted. She was still incomparably upset, and it would be a long time before she felt completely alright again but at least right then, with Jim, she didn’t feel like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, maybe her world wasn’t falling apart after all, it was just changing and she’d have to start trying to keep up. 

Mid January They’d finally brought the last of Y/n’s things up from Jim’s car. Because her apartment had been a furnished studio, the bulk of her belongings had been clothes, kitchenware, smaller appliances, linens and books, all of which they could have brought over in two trips with his car, granted both the backseat and the trunk had been completely packed with filled boxes. His kids had volunteered their weekend to help, and thanks to their offer, by Sunday evening all of the boxes had been brought up to his apartment. 

That did not mean they’d been unpacked though. 

They’d started with her clothes first, Jim had already cleared out half his wardrobe and dresser for her, so the real work that evening had been emptying the boxes and putting things away. He’d been pleased to walk in on Alannah helping her hang things in the closet as they joked around about what she could and couldn’t borrow-Jim was thrilled that they seemed to be getting closer, and both his kids, after the initial shock had worn off, had welcomed the idea of another sibling. Of course, there had been subtly expressed reservations; would the new baby take his attention away? Would he love that child more because he was happy with Y/n? How different would things be after the baby arrived? After they’d been remedied through, they both quickly became acquainted with the idea; Ben was excited to no longer be the youngest while Alannah had started hoping for a little sister.

“You two almost done in here?” Jim entered the bedroom, glancing around at the disarray; half unpacked boxes littered around the floor, a small mountain of fabric and plastic hangers piled onto the bed and another set of untouched boxes, labeled ‘towels’, ‘shoes’ and ‘make-up’. 

Laughing softly, Y/n shook her head as she slipped the spaghetti straps of a pink dress onto a hanger while Alannah examined a white, bohemian blouse with cuffed sleeves and a simple design on the front, “I don’t even think we’re close. I didn’t realize I had so much stuff!” She huffed, gathering a collection of about three or four articles of clothing, already fitted to clear, plastic hangers before walking over to the closet. 

Jim hummed approaching her as she shifted some things around in the closet, snaking his arms around her so he could lay his large palms flat on her stomach and press her back to his chest, “I could have told you that, sweetheart,” he teased. 

Scoffing, Y/n gently tapped his forearm, but didn’t make any moves to shuffle out of his embrace, instead reveling in the security of his embrace, the soothing, steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her back and the warmth of his hands permeating the fabric of her sweater. “I actually just came to find out if you wanted all your books in here or in the living room.” Though he’d asked, after quickly glancing around the room when they’d turned, he’d realized that there may not have been much space for them anyway, unless  they stayed in boxes, 

“I don’t think there’s enough room in here,” Y/n vocalized Jim’s thoughts as she regarded him. “They can probably stay in the- oh,” he caught her curious expression when she knitted her brows, “What’s that doing in here?” Before Jim could ask what she’d met, Y/n vacated his embrace and trotted over to a medium sized box labeled; ‘kitchen’. 

Without hesitation she lifted it off another box, that one filled with bed sheets, and immediately after she did, Jim rushed over to her, practically snatching it away, “Maybe not this one,” he explained, testing the box’s weight and then frowning; it wasn’t heavy, at least not for him, but he refused to left Y/n carry anything that seemed heavy enough to require effort, always adamantly reminding her of Dr. Shaw’s orders to not exert herself. 

“Jim,” Y/n admonished with a giggle, “Its just some dishes-”

“They’re too heavy,” he determined, “Besides,” he leaned forward, stealing a quick, doting peck, “You’re already carrying something.” he winked and Y/n laughed a little louder, proceeding to call him ‘cheesy’ as he left the room. Quickly, he left the room, taking the box to the kitchen, and vaguely, he was aware of Alannah deserting the room too, following him to the kitchen, though only to get a bottle of water for herself. Once there, she fell into light banter with Ben and Jim decided to rejoin Y/n in the bedroom, finding that she’d returned to her former task.

“You know,” he began again, promoting her to glance upwards as she folded a black t-shirt, “I’ve never realized how small this room is,” he frowned, panning his gaze to a very specific spot directly in front of the window, “Don’t get me wrong, its fine if its just the two of us,” he stepped deeper into the room, gravitating towards the window, “But I really thought we could fit a crib here,” he gestured to an area between the arched window and the chestnut dresser.

“It could be a small crib,” Y/n reasoned, moving to stand beside him. Her small palm sought the center of Jim’s back, and instinctively, he draped his arm across her shoulders, cuddling her close. 

Emitting a sound of acknowledgment, Jim quickly countered, “Yeah, but we still have to find them more room when they get older. Space to run around and play. Alannah and Bed had a huge backyard when they were growing up,” he frowned, glancing through the pulled curtains, only to catch a glimpse of the building across the street-there wasn’t a park nearby, and the streets certainly weren’t safe for playing. 

Glancing at him, Y/n knitted her brows, “Are you trying to tell me something?” She gnawed at her lower lip, awaiting his words, which took a few seconds before they came. 

He sighed softly, “I’ve been thinking a lot….maybe it would be good for us if we bought a house. Everyone could have their own bedroom, we could get somewhere with lots of yard space so they can play."

He could see she liked the idea, it was in that bright glimmer dancing in her eyes, but that didn't stop her from deterring him with logic. "Jim," she sighed heavily, detaching herself from him, "I'm gonna be out of a job once I graduate, I won't be able to pitch in for a mortgage anytime soon."

“You won’t have to,” Jim reached for her hand and they moved to face each other, his hopeful gaze meeting her hesitant one, “At  least, not until you can….or want to.”

Y/n’s shoulders slumped, “I….ugh,” she huffed, shaking her head, “Its too soon, and that’s a lot of money-”

“We can afford it,” Jim promised.

“No,” Y/n squeezed his hand and Jim reciprocated the gesture, “You can afford it.”

Frowning, Jim sighed heavily, “I just want to take care of our family, “ gently, he tugged on her hand, drawing her closer, and with a soft smile, Y/n stumbled closer, “And it doesn’t matter which one of us the money comes from, it’ll be our home.” With his frown still evident, he watched as she quickly moistened her lips and glanced away, looking out the window. Exhaling softly, he affectionately squeezed her fingers once more before offering, “Why don’t we ask Jellybean what they think?”

Refocusing her attention, she turned back to him, “What?” Y/n gasped, a broader smile brightening her features as Jim sank to one knee, dropping her hand in favor of taking hold of her hips. 

“What do you think, Jellybean?” Jim began, speaking to her still very small, and easily hidden bump, “Do you want your own room and a backyard? A bigger house? That would be cool, yeah?” When he pressed his ear to her stomach, Y/n broke into a fit of wild giggles, lifting one hand to thread her fingers through his hair. “They said yes,” he reported a moment later. 

“Sure,” Y/n agreed, pulling her lower lip between her teeth as she thought about it some more, her expression faltering for a moment as he straightened up. “Alright,” she pressed her lips into a from line, breathing out with a suppressed shudder, “I’ll think about it.” 

“That’s not a ‘no,’” Jim quirked his brows curiously. 

“Its not a ‘yes’ either,” she reminded firmly, “But I promise that I will.”

Smiling softly, and suppressing his quiet worry, Jim nodded, “That’s all I’m asking,” he raised his hands, palms up and forward. Despite the facade she’d put up, Jim could see Y/n hesitating about the whole idea of buying a house together, and suddenly, he found himself worried that having a baby together did not mean that she’d completely figured out her future; did she want to stay in Ireland permanently? Returning to the states seemed enormously complicated, particularly with a child in the mix.

But Jim didn’t want to cause her any more stress by bringing it up. She was still reeling from the fallout with her mother, losing her apartment and the anxiety that accompanied completing her thesis defense and graduating pregnant- she had already accepted that at some point, she’d be too far along to hide it, but was worried about the rumors that would start going around. 

Before either of them could say anything to remedy the new tension that had befallen the room, a clatter that sounded like it had come from up the hall prompted them to both jump a little in surprise. “I’ll go check on that,” Jim assured, jumping at the offer to put some space between them so they could both clear their heads a little, squeezing her arm affectionately before starting to walk off. 

“Babe,” she called out to him as he neared the door and pausing, Jim turned to regard her. Her expression was enough to disclose that she’d picked up on his unexpressed disappointment and he pressed his lips together, hoping to not make her feel any more guilty,  “I promise that I’ll really think about it.”

It wasn’t exactly what he’d been hoping to hear, but somehow, it still served to make him feel a little better, and so, he flashed her a faint, brief smile, “Great,” he nodded, faltering, “I’m glad,” he nodded before continuing out of the room, secretly, and probably selfishly, hoping that her reluctance didn’t mean anything too dire- like deciding that the rest of her life was not in Ireland. 

Jim didn't want to hold her back, but he also didn't want to lose her, though, as he headed down the hall, he tried to push the thought out of his mind entirely, there was no use dwelling anyway.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n #the delinquent season #jim x reader #fanfic #mr. gallagher and me