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dingochef · 1 year

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Life throws another curve ball at you and even after last night, Jake is there to help you, leaving you more confused than ever about him.

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Chapter 11

Chapter 12: Cliche

Morning dawns and you see the sun entering your room with gritty eyes. Rolling over, you sigh in frustration, as much as your mind is weary with the betrayal of last night your body still has the edgy after effects of righteous anger on it. Deciding that a bike ride will help, you pick the most brutal and punishing route you can think of, straight up Mount Soledad.

At the top of you take a few minutes to rest on a bench and look over La Jolla and the Pacific Ocean and contemplate everything that's going through your mind right now. You sigh, your life was perfectly fine a week and a half ago and then this fucking guy came in like a laser guided missile and broken open the Ice Queen's heart. Every part of you screamed not to get in too deep, but you know that even after all the heartbreak everything you've experienced and then locked your heart away about yourself, there was a tiny spark of you that thought, maybe, just maybe that you'd find someone to go through this life with. There was definitely that possibility with Jake and that's what's hurting most right now, that tiny flicker of hope extinguished, you can take men doing stupid things. It's that possibility, that chance, being crushed that hurts the most.

Taking stock of your emotions you feel so frustrated and angry with Jake, with yourself, and with fucking Rooster. You look around and see that you're alone and you scream at the top of your lungs,

"God fucking damn it! Fuck you Jake Seresin!"

You wanted to feel cleansed and have some cathartic experience but all you feel is more pain and your throat is raw. You ride home knowing at least you'll be physically exhausted when you crawl into bed and hide from the world.

Pulling up to your house you walk your bike to the shed where you store it in the backyard. There is a bouquet of red roses in a vase on the front porch that you assume are from Jake. Rolling your eyes at the cliche you snap a picture with your phone and leave them where they are.

After a shower and some lunch you sit on your couch steadying your nerves to open up the text conversation with Jake's name on it.

Jake: Please don't run. I'm here waiting for you when and if you want to talk. I'll respect your choice and space. Know that I care for you deeply.

You snort at his text and send a picture of the roses.

You: You can come get your cliche as shit roses. It's gonna take a lot more to get back in my good graces you lying piece of shit. I don't give third chances, you asshole. Give them to the next trophy in your sick game.

You had hoped that an outburst would make you feel better, but it just makes you more tired. The phone pings back almost instantly.

Jake: Elsa, when I said I was giving you space I meant it. I didn't send those to you.

Confusion bolts through your brain, and you run out to the porch and pull the card out from under the vase and read:

My Dearest Elsa,

I want you to know that my love for you is eternal and as beautiful as these roses. Your beauty outshines even the brightest stars.

Yours forever,

Bill

You drop the card like it's 3,000 degrees and a sick feeling immediately comes to your stomach and bile rises in your throat. Bill has been here, he's figured out where you live and it feels so violating and invasive. You frantically scan around your neighborhood to see if you can spot Bill anywhere.

You grab the card and step back inside, locking your door immediately and double checking the back door and all your windows.

Your phone dings again.

Jake: Elsa, are you okay? Just let me know that you're safe and I'll let you be.

You: They're from Creepy Bill from the cycling group.

Jake: Can I call you?

You: Yes.

Your phone rings immediately and Jake is talking rapidly as soon as you answer,

"Elsa I understand that I'm the last person you want to talk to or ever see again and I respect that. I just need to know you're safe. I'm going to ask you a few questions, okay?"

"Yeah, that's okay," you reply, your voice has more tremble to it than you expected.

"Do you feel safe right now?"

"Yes, I've locked the doors and double checked the windows.".

"Do you have a security system at your house?"

"No, I've never needed one."

"This is a situation where you need one. I'm going to text you the name and number of a friend that installs them. He will be over today if you want to install a system."

"Okay," you are starting to come undone with a spike of terror and just hearing Jake's voice. The tears start to well up.

"You can go to the police station today and file a restraining order against Bill. You don't have to wait till tomorrow. Is there anyone who can go with you? "

"Yes, I think Beth can come with me."

"I'm going to let you go now so I can call my buddy about the security system. Just know that if you need anything from me I'll be there as fast as I can."

The way he says anything is plaintive and sad and it breaks your heart.

"Okay, Jake, goodbye."

Contact info for a home security firm comes through via text. You call Beth and tell her about the situation and she agrees to come over immediately.

You wait a few minutes and call the home security firm, a deep voice answers,

"Hello, this is Mark of Advanced Home Security. How can I help you?"

"Hi, my name is Elsa Matthews and I got your info from Jake Seresin and he said you could install a system at my house today."

"Yup, Hangman just gave me a call and explained the situation. I can be there in about 30 minutes if that works for you, ma'am."

"That'll work," you give him your address and phone number and wait for the calvary to show up.

Millie from the cycling group is your next call to let her know things have escalated and you need Bill's info for a restraining order. She says she's got it on a liability waiver and will send you a picture with it within five minutes.

Beth arrives first and gives you a soul crushing hug. The undeniable love radiating from her breaks the dam that's been holding everything in. You let her know everything and you eventually end up on the couch with your head in her lap as she gently strokes your hair. There's a knock at the door and you sit bolt upright as your heart begins to race. Beth and you tentatively approach the door and ask,

"Who is it?"

A booming voice calls back,

"Mark Anderson of Advanced Security Systems, I'm a friend of Hangman's."

You let out the breath you didn't know you've been holding. You open the door and see a giant hulk of a man filling your doorway, he reaches out a hand, which dwarfs yours, to shake yours,

"Elsa, I hear you need a security system and you need it quick."

"Yes. Come in and you can look around and see what you recommend."

The next half hour is spent discussing the type of system he'll install and some outside features he's going to install like motion detection lights, cameras, etc.

"That sounds good, can I get an estimate of what all of that will cost?" you ask.

Mark scoffs and waves your question away.

"No cost, it's repaying a debt to Hangman."

Your cynical tongue is quicker than you like and you ask,

"Did you lose a bet?"

Mark laughs as he starts to unpack his tools and says,

"Not a bet, but I do owe a lot to Hangman. He saved my life in Afghanistan. Same night I got this piece of hardware."

He pulls up his right pant leg and taps a prosthetic leg with his screwdriver.

"Hangman and I were on patrol when we got winged by some enemy fire from the ground. I was his WSO. We had to ditch in the middle of the desert near the Iranian border. The good news was that we were only 20 miles from a NATO outpost, the bad news was that the missile hit launched a whole bunch of shrapnel into my leg and left me unable to walk. I was expecting Hangman to follow protocol and head out for help alone after he stabilized me and stashed me somewhere safe. But if you know Hangman, rules aren't his thing. That motherfucker carried me piggy back style 20 miles through the desert in the night to get to that outpost."

You add this to all you know about Jake and you just feel even more confused. You can't reconcile how all the different pieces of Jake fit together.

Mark paused for a moment, "Well, thanks for listening to an old man's war stories. I should be done in about 3 hours with the installation."

Beth and you go to the closest police station and file the paperwork. The officer said that Bill would be served with the order within 24 hours and that they would add your block to their routine patrols.

By the time Beth and you get back to your house Mark is almost done. He walks you through the system and gives you his cell number if you need anything.

After you convince Beth that you'll be fine and you'll sleep with the panic button and call if you need anything it's nearly 11 pm.

You check your phone and see one last message from Jake.

Jake: Bill won't be bothering you anymore. Take care, El.

@starswholistenanddreamsanswered

You crawl into bed and toss and turn for a while. All the pieces of Jake, of Hangman, float in your mind. You turn them over and over to see how they all fit together, how they fit with you. How the sweet, funny, respectful man fits with the asshole who bet on his ability to fuck you. They're such opposite ends of the spectrum that it taxes your brain to figure out who Jake is and more importantly, how you feel about him. After all he has done today, you know that he cares for you and somewhere in the darkness that little ember of hope, of possibility flickers back to life that maybe this isn't the end of you and Jake.

Chapter 13

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alviy4n · 3 months

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a/n: one thing about me is all my fics are self self indulgent and not finished so enjoy again to this loser gf (which is a manifestation of me ofc LMFAOOO) and mikey who is breaking up

this is before kanto manji is formed

" i dont want you to end up dead like they did! "

mikey said. fists closed and white from gripping too hard. you're making this too hard, come on and just let me protect you from afar y/n.

you're putting on quite a fight in making him not leave you in the dead of the night in front of your house at 2 am in the morning. good thing your parents isn't here.

telling him you wont go and just let him be. not when he's all alone and you know you're the only anchor he have left in having a normal life.

" you're just a kid mikey. i know that. you need me now more than ever right? i won't leave your side no matter what you say or do. i will stay manjiro i swear. " head hang low and eyes closed to stop your tears.

i won't cry, i won't cry, i won't cry in front of

you. please just let me go y/n. please.

" you're making this too hard y/n. i don't know what will happen to you if i keep on clinging onto you. i, i don't want to see you getting hurt or worse wounding up lifeless in my arms! " mikey said pushing you onto your back, his hands gripping your shoulder.

" do you know what will happen to you if you keep being with me?! you will die! this is what happens to people i care about! " letting go of your shoulders he retreated to his motorcycle to take the stand off. you stopped him and pushed him out before he even get to sit on it. his bike falling in the process.

mikey enraged looked at you. jaw tensing up and eyes pierce through yours. you've never seen this side of mikey before and now you're feeling a chill up your spine. mikey won't hurt me.

" knock it out already! stop this! we're over! don't even try to find me or get back together with me because i am DONE! you hear me?! DONE ALREADY " mikey said pushing you resulting in you losing your footing and falling behind.

mikey didn't dare to look at you while he gets his bike.

you quickly hugged his leg. crying, you look up to him " mikey! mikey! im sorry! im sorry! why do sanzu get to be beside you in all this?! why can't i be there for you too?! please mikey you know what is happening to me, i'm getting worse and worse and you're the only one who keeps me sane, please baby please let me be by your side until the very end. i can't handle this pain! oh i know! i will join your gang! that way we'll still be together right?! please aren't i worthy enough of love that even YOU leave me too?! please dont leave me mikey i beg of you! " you cry and cry, not caring about how desperate or pathetic you look right now. all that runs in your mind is being with him until forever. your life is already in shambles before and unlike him you actually have no one but him.

his heart aches as he watch you beg to not leave him. don't do this to me please. this is already hard for me.

#tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro sano x reader

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dystopicjumpsuit · 10 months

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Martyrs and Kings - Chapter 7

The Instigating Canoodler

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Kix x archivist/historian OFC

Wordcount: 3.9k

A/N: OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING.

Warnings: a semantic debate; fluff; cuddling; SMUT; slight praise kink; dirty talk; Kix has tricks

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Maree felt light-headed. The man hadn’t even kissed her, for kriff’s sake, and she was already swooning. The way he held her head so gently in his hands, as if she were something delicate and priceless—it left her breathless. When she pulled him in close, she thought he was finally, finally going to kiss her, and when he touched his forehead to hers, it was somehow even more intimate than a kiss.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he whispered.

Her heart fluttered.

“What is it?” she asked.

He took a deep breath.

“Attention, New Republic citizens,” a loud robotic voice interrupted. “The Hanging Gardens closed to visitors forty-two minutes and thirty-eight seconds ago. Please proceed to the nearest exit. The Republic City League of Master Gardeners thanks you for your patronage.”

Kix and Maree squinted against the harsh spotlight the security droid shined on them.

“Sorry,” Kix muttered, taking Maree’s hand and beating a hasty retreat.

The droid followed several paces behind, clearly suspecting that two such shameless reprobates were planning to flee down some shadowy path if they were not escorted off the premises. Maree stifled her laughter as Kix quickened his pace, but once they were outside the garden, she burst into helpless giggles.

“I can’t believe we got caught by a security droid,” she laughed. “Canoodling like hormonal teenagers.”

“I do not canoodle,” Kix said with mock dignity.

“I think you were canoodling,” Maree teased.

“I believe it takes two to canoodle,” Kix replied. “If I’m a canoodler, what does that make you?”

“The canoodlee,” she said promptly.

Kix raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t canoodlee imply a passive role? I would say you were an active participant.”

“Yes, but you were the instigating canoodler,” Maree said. “I was just an accessory to the canoodle.”

“The word ‘canoodle’ has lost all meaning at this point,” Kix said, “but you were definitely canoodling.”

“Co-canoodling,” Maree corrected him.

“Co-canoodling is still canoodling, so I’ll take that as an admission of guilt. Your honor, I rest my case,” Kix said.

By this point, they had reached the speeder bike, and Maree was nearly doubled over with laughter. It was late, and the crowded walkways had emptied significantly, but there were still a few stragglers milling about, and some passersby glanced curiously at Kix and Maree. She forced herself to regain some measure of dignity, and once she did, she realized that the temperature had dropped significantly since they entered the climate-controlled garden. Despite the lateness of the hour, the traffic in the skylane was as busy as ever, and the wind from the passing speeders chilled her. She shivered a little and eyed the speeder bike with trepidation. It was going to be a very cold ride.

“I should probably get you home,” Kix said. “Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“I do,” she said regretfully. “I have a few things I need to take care of before I head to Coruscant.”

Kix nodded in understanding.

“I should know tomorrow when that trip will happen,” she added. “I’ll comm you as soon as I find out so you can make your travel arrangements. There are several nice hotels near the Archive. I can have Teejay send you a list, if you’d like.”

“No, thank you,” he said. “I’ve spent quite a bit of time on Coruscant. I know my way around. Besides, I’m heading there in the morning.”

“Oh,” Maree said. “In that case, I’ll just let you know when to meet me at the Archive.”

“That works,” Kix replied.

She felt a little foolish and, if she were honest with herself, disappointed. She had assumed he would be staying on Hosnian Prime, and she had held onto a tiny, secret hope that she would have another opportunity to spend more time with him outside of their research. She thought with sudden, wrenching mortification that perhaps she had misinterpreted his dinner invitation, and he hadn’t viewed the evening as a date at all.

“It’s pretty chilly out here,” Kix said. “Why don’t you wear my jacket on the ride home?”

Maree shook her head. “You’ll freeze. Maybe I should just get a taxi.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said.

Kix removed his jacket and helped Maree into it. It was wonderfully warm, and it smelled like him, and as he straightened it across her shoulders and zipped it closed, she knew she was being ridiculous. He had made his interest clear enough in the garden. A thought occurred to her.

“Earlier in the garden, before the droid kicked us out, you said you needed to tell me something,” she said.

He hesitated.

“It was nothing important,” he said.

“It seemed like it might be important,” she prodded.

“I’ll tell you some other time,” he said, holding out his hand to help her onto the speeder bike.

He settled in front of her, and she leaned against him as they zoomed out to join the traffic in the skylane. Even with Kix’s jacket wrapped around her, the wind chilled Maree to the bone, and she could not imagine how cold Kix must be. She wrapped her arms more snugly around his strong body, trying to impart as much of her heat to him as she could.

“I bet you wish we’d gotten that taxi now,” she called over the wind.

He dropped a hand briefly to her thigh and gave it a quick squeeze before resuming his grip on the handlebars.

“I can think of a few things we could do in a taxi,” he said over his shoulder.

Maree laughed and scooted closer to him until she was glued to his back.

“On the other hand, the speeder bike does have its perks,” he said.

Luckily, the trip from the garden to Maree’s building was relatively brief, and before long, she was tugging Kix inside her flat to get warmed up.

“I’ll make some tea,” she said as she switched on the fireplace. “Make yourself at home.”

Kix tugged off his boots by the front door and looked curiously around Maree’s flat. Once again, he felt a sting of doubt, wondering what he could possibly offer to compete with her lifestyle. Her building was in a prosperous neighborhood, and he suspected that her New Republic salary must be even more generous than he’d guessed for her to afford the flat. Much like her office, it was comfortable, tidy, and decorated with an eclectic mix of original artwork. When he crossed to the large bank of windows opposite the front door, he sucked in his breath.

“That’s quite the view,” he said.

“That’s what sold me on this flat,” she said, handing him a steaming mug of tea as she joined him by the windows.

Her flat was on one of the upper levels of the building, and they could see for countless kilometers. The dazzling, innumerable lights of Republic City were reflected on the twinkling surface of the western ocean.

“I didn’t realize you were so close to the sea here,” he said.

“It’s just an inlet,” she said, “but I still love it. There’s a beautiful park along the shore. You should visit it if you ever come back to Hosnian Prime.”

“Does it have security droids?” he asked suspiciously.

She laughed. “It’s the galactic capital. Everywhere has security droids in Republic City.”

“So the Outer Rim does have some advantages over the Core after all,” he said.

“It absolutely does,” she agreed. “For one thing, I can’t remember the last time I saw the stars from a planet’s surface. Too much light pollution. It’s one of the things I miss most about the Outer Rim.”

“Do the city lights not make up for it?” he asked curiously.

“Not even close. My current view, though, is immaculate.” She watched him with open admiration.

“I haven’t heard a pickup line like that since 79’s,” he laughed.

“What is 79’s?” she asked, instantly diverted.

“Just a bar I used to go to,” he said.

“If you are implying that I am making a pass at you like some drunken floozy,” she said severely, “you are absolutely correct.”

“Dr. Finnall, I am shocked,” Kix said with a grin. “A buttoned-up academic like you?”

“Buttoned-up academics party the hardest,” she said. “All that repression is just to cover up our true depravity.”

“Well, you were caught in the act of committing public indecency tonight,” he said gravely.

“Canoodling is not indecent!” she exclaimed indignantly. “And it was barely public.”

“Tell that to the security droid,” he said. “That thing is probably going to have to purge its memory banks.”

“Bold words from the instigating canoodler,” she teased.

Her eyes crinkled with laughter, and her wide smile was more than Kix could resist. She made him feel alive again. He had almost forgotten what joy felt like in the past year. There was something sharp and painful that lived inside him, but when he was with her, basking in her warmth, he felt it crack and begin to crumble. He could almost recognize himself again.

“Speaking of canoodling,” he said, “this tea is nice, but how would you feel about joining me on the sofa?”

“I think that sounds like an excellent idea,” she said with a twinkle. “For warmth, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” he said.

Maree snagged a throw blanket and settled it over them as she curled up against him on the sofa. She dropped her head onto his shoulder happily.

“Your shoulder is just as comfortable as I remember it being,” she said.

“I’m glad to hear it holds up to repeated testing,” he replied as he leaned his head to rest on the top of hers.

“Replication is the soul of the scientific method,” she said.

“So we’re cuddling for warmth and for science.”

He could feel her smile against his shoulder as she replied, “Precisely. We are heroes, advancing the causes of knowledge and coziness.”

“Pioneers in both fields, in fact,” he agreed.

“I’ll contact the New Republic in the morning and let them know where to deliver our medals.”

Kix chuckled quietly, and they both lapsed into congenial silence, staring into the flickering holographic flames of her fireplace. Maree picked up one of his hands and began tracing her fingers softly up and down his forearm in a hypnotically relaxing pattern. Gradually, his chilled skin began to warm under her touch, until he felt as though he were enveloped in a blissful cocoon. He felt his eyes growing heavy, and it occurred to him that he should return to his hotel before he fell asleep. Truthfully, he didn’t want to leave. He could not remember the last time he had felt such a sense of peace and safety.

Almost unconsciously, he pressed a gentle kiss into her hair. Her fingers paused for the briefest second and then resumed their progress. She rotated her head to give him access to her face, and he kissed her again, this time on her forehead, and again, on her temple, and again and again, tracing a path down the side of her face until he reached the corner of her bewitching mouth. At some point, she had abandoned the pattern she was tracing on his forearm and slid her hand up to clutch his bicep.

“Kix,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his.

It was the softest, sweetest kiss he had ever imagined or experienced, yet his chest ached with the intensity of it. He stroked his thumb across her cheek, then tilted his head to align his lips with hers. He kissed her again, feather-light, barely applying any pressure. She sighed and leaned into the kiss, and he felt the delicate brush of her tongue against his lips. He opened to give her more access, and she grazed her teeth gently on his lower lip. A jolt of arousal shot through him, and he rumbled deep in his chest. He slid his hand around the back of her head as he responded, licking the tip of his tongue against hers. She hummed with pleasure. He drifted in the sensations of her—her taste, her softness, her scent.

They came apart slowly, lingering, savoring. They rested their foreheads against each other, sharing the same air.

“Will you stay?” she asked quietly.

Kix nodded. In that moment, he would have stayed forever if she had asked him.

Maree moved to straddle his lap. She kissed across his face, lingering on his left temple.

“What does this mean?” she asked, stroking the tattooed letters at the edge of his hairline.

“Nothing important,” he lied. “I got it a long time ago. I was a different person then.”

She didn’t press him for more details, merely kissed him again and massaged her fingers through his hair, starting from the nape of his neck and working up the back of his head. The sensation was gloriously relaxing, and it sent tingles of pleasure down his spine. Kix groaned and leaned his head back to rest in her hands. She took the opportunity to kiss along his exposed neck. Her breath was warm against his skin, her lips plush and soft. He gasped and clutched her waist when her teeth closed softly on his earlobe.

“Like that?” she murmured.

“Kriff, yes,” he said, as she followed the gentle bite with a soothing kiss. He stroked her hands up her back, tugging a bit at the fabric of her blouse. “How do I take this off?”

“There’s an autofastener at the back of the neck,” she said. “Just press the button.”

He found the clasp and pressed it. The back fell open, and Maree raised her arms as Kix slipped the top off over her head. She was naked underneath. Kix sucked in a breath, leaning back to admire all her smooth skin and lush curves and glorious breasts.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, awed.

His hand drifted unconsciously toward her breast, then pulled back uncertainly. He looked up into her eyes and saw only desire reflected back at him.

“Touch me, Kix,” she whispered. “Please.”

It was all he needed. He surged forward, wrapping one arm tightly around her back as he buried his face against her body, kissing and sucking and biting, cupping and squeezing one breast in his other hand. He was hard as beskar, and he lifted his hips to grind his erection against her. She gasped raggedly and shifted to get better access to his cock. She twined her fingers through his hair again, and the gentle tugging felt incredible.

“Yes, fuck, right there, don’t stop, just like that,” she chanted.

“Your tits are amazing,” he said, as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and scraped his teeth across it.

She choked. “Harder.”

He gently pinched her other nipple with his fingers, and then slid his hand down her body, inside her trousers, to stroke her clitoris. Just as he did, he bit down on her nipple. She let out a guttural moan. His fingers glided easily over her clit to tease her entrance.

“Kriff, you are soaking wet,” he growled.

He wrapped both arms around her and then flipped them over so she was lying on her back on the sofa. He tugged off her pants in one sure motion and then dropped to his knees between her thighs.

“Fuck me,” he said, his eyes riveted to her pussy.

“That’s the idea,” she replied with a cheeky grin.

“Look how pretty you are,” he said, stroking her reverently. “Do you taste as delicious as you look?”

She didn’t reply, only locked her gaze onto him, breathing hard. He took a moment to appreciate the way her tits rose and fell with every breath. He dropped his head to kiss and lick his way up the impossibly soft skin of her thigh, agonizingly slowly, until at last he reached her lovely, silky little cunt and slid his tongue into her without hesitation. She cried out and nearly levitated off the sofa, seizing his head in her hands as her thighs tightened around him. She tasted incredible, and he lost himself in her. He licked and sucked, and when she gasped, “More,” he slid his finger inside her, stroking against the front of her vagina as he circled her clit with his tongue.

“That feels incredible,” she gasped. “Don’t stop, Kix, please don’t stop. You are amazing.”

Pleasure washed through him as she moaned and whispered encouragement and praise. He pressed his other hand on her lower belly and intensified the pressure of his tongue, until she convulsed around him. She came with the sweetest cries, and Kix nearly followed her then and there. He guided her through her orgasm, softening his tongue as she came down, gentling his movements until she laid a steadying hand on his wrist.

“Good?” he asked.

She nodded and sat up. “Better than good. Who taught you that? I need to send her a thank-you note.”

He blushed. “I was a medic, after all. I studied anatomy.”

“You must have been a star pupil,” she said. “Your turn. Bedroom?”

He hesitated. “I have an implant that prevents infections, but I didn’t bring any condoms.”

“You should have more confidence in your game,” she said. “Besides, I have the full-spectrum implant. No infections or surprise babies.”

“In that case, lead the way,” he said.

He followed her down the hall, admiring her ass as he undressed, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in his wake. When they reached the bedroom, Maree turned to ogle him.

“Damn, we should have done this after the gala,” she said. “So many wasted opportunities. I could have been enjoying this view all week.”

“We’ll just have to make up for lost time,” he said.

“If you insist.” She led him to the bed and pressed against his shoulders until he lay on his back, then crawled seductively between his legs. She stared appreciatively at his cock and licked her lips, catching her lower lip between her teeth. Her hand slipped around him loosely, and she trailed her thumb down the underside from tip to base. She had small, delicate hands, and she couldn’t quite reach to close her fist around his penis.

“Is this what you want?” she asked.

“Yes,” he rasped.

“You want me to play with your gorgeous, rock-hard cock?” she asked.

He nodded, and she began to stroke up and down with excruciating slowness. She caressed his balls, and he groaned.

“Did you like that?” she asked.

He nodded again.

“Use your words, love. Do you like it when I play with your balls?”

“Yes, kriff, I love it,” he said.

“That’s my good boy.” He sucked in a breath at her words.

She tightened her grip on his shaft, dragging her finger through the bead of fluid that collected at the tip and massaging it over his frenulum. Then she drew her finger to her mouth and licked the remainder with a blissful expression. Kix bit back a whimper.

“You taste so good,” she said. “Do you want me to lick the rest of it off you?”

“Please, gods, yes,” he gasped.

With a wicked little smile, she leaned forward and wrapped her tongue around his tip. She hummed a pleased sound and swirled around him, taking his cock deeper into her mouth, working with languid strokes as she savored him. Her mouth was warm and wet and impossibly soft, and Kix was so fucking close he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out.

“I— I want—” he stuttered.

She released him from her mouth and began to pump his cock with her fist again. She tightened her grip, and with the lubrication from her mouth, the friction was maddening. His chest heaved with the effort of controlling himself.

“What do you want, love? Let me take care of you,” she said.

She licked up the inside of his thigh and then sucked one of his balls gently into her mouth. Kix let out a sharp cry as his hips jerked up off the bed.

“Fuck!” he shouted.

“Good fuck or bad fuck?” she asked.

“Good fuck, definitely good fuck,” he gasped.

She made a happy sound and repeated the action with his other testicle. His legs spasmed.

“Shit, Maree, wait!” he exclaimed.

She released him with a gentle suck and gave him a soothing lick.

“What’s wrong, darling?” she asked.

“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last,” he said.

“I know,” she said with a hint of smugness.

He groaned, pressing his palms over his eyes.

“What is it, sweet boy?” she asked. “Don’t be shy. Tell me what you need.”

“I want to fuck you,” he said at last. “Please. I need to be inside you.”

She gave his cock one final, thorough lick and dropped a light kiss on the tip, then crawled up to straddle him.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Please yes, fuck yes,” he said, thrusting up to seek her warmth.

“Easy, love,” she said, bracing her hands on his shoulders and pressing him into the mattress.

She slid herself up and down his shaft a few times. She was slick with arousal, and when she lined him up with her entrance, he slipped into her effortlessly. She sank down around him with a gasp, and his mind went blank. She rolled her hips, taking him deeper into her tight, wet heat.

“Oh, Kix, you feel amazing,” she whispered. “Even better than I imagined.”

Kix groaned, long and low. He could listen to her praise him all night long. She began to move in a smooth rhythm that made her breasts sway and bounce enticingly over him. With her hands still braced on his shoulders for leverage, she found an angle that was so deep that he felt as though their entire bodies were fused together. He reached up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples until they were tight and stiff.

“Yes, just like that,” she said. “Don’t stop, keep doing that.”

He thrust into her as she rode him. Their bodies dripped with sweat and arousal, and Maree kept up a constant flow of adulation.

“Yes, gods, your cock is so good, so big, so hard, fuck yes, Kix, my good boy, my sweet darling, don’t stop, keep going, I want to feel you come so deep inside me, I can’t wait to feel it, so hot, so thick, oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

Kix gritted his teeth. He was determined to make her come first, but he was trembling on the edge of his own orgasm. He could see by the intense concentration in her eyes that she was close. He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her hard, wrenching a scream from her as she tightened around him, riding him at a frenzied pace that demolished his control. He fucked her hard until he exploded with hot spurts into her cunt.

“Yes!” she sobbed. “Fill me up, that’s it, come on baby, give me all your cum, give me everything you have, that’s my sweet boy, oh yes!”

He clutched her tightly to him as they came down together, their breaths gradually slowing. She rested on top of him with his cock still inside her, slowly growing soft. He stroked up and down her back as she nuzzled his neck and chest, kissing him softly and telling how good he was for her. Kix drifted on a blissful haze, utterly relaxed and luxuriating in her attention.

Much later, they shared a decadent shower, taking turns washing each other, kissing and caressing each other’s bodies under the hot spray. Afterwards, they returned to her bed and snuggled under the blankets, her body curled around him. Kix stroked her hair as she fell asleep with her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

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Chapter 8

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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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I neeeeed some angsty Charlie Rodgers. Maybe he and reader are dating, but he's too focused on his motorcycle or maybe the circus gig. And reader begs him to treat her the way she wants and more attention. But he doesn't, she leaves. He begs for her back, ensueeee fluff.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐔𝐩

Word count: 3,1K

Warnings: angst(ish), reader being a lil petty, fluff. that's about it, i think?

A/N: i am hopelessly in love with charlie- roustabout is one of my fave movies, so i love you for this, stef 🥺. ofc this turned out a little different than i had in mind (woops), but i hope you'll still like it!! 💕

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Being a carny was in your blood- your entire family had been in the business since way before you were born, so it wasn’t strange for you and your siblings to follow the same faith.

Charlie was as far from a carny as possible.

Your boyfriend was a free bird who didn’t like having his wings clipped or being shoved into a cage. He hated having the same routine day after day and would much rather burn rubber on his motorcycle and spend his evenings performing in tea houses and small pubs for a little cash.

But as he was forced to follow your brother to the carnival that belonged to your family after crashing his motorcycle, he didn’t have a choice but to stay while waiting for his little baby to get fixed.

Seeing it was during the weekend, he had to wait until Monday before he’d get his bike back.

On Friday, he hated being surrounded by your big – and sometimes crazy – family but by Sunday afternoon he had been in no hurry to leave. The moment he laid eyes on you, he followed you anywhere you went- he was so smitten that he didn’t even care that you put him to work to get every thing ready for the visitors.

Charlie never imagined himself to become a carny, but he developed a genuine interest in the business and he was good at pretty much everything. Be it putting up a show in the tent or working the joints or grabs, he did it effortlessly. He was also bringing in a lot of new and younger customers, so you and your family weren’t complaining.

Well, your family wasn’t- you were.

It had been a year since you and Charlie became a couple, living together in your own little caravan. While you had played a bit of hard to get in the beginning and made him work for your attention, the two of you were very close and you could really see yourself spending the rest of your life together with this man.

Although Charlie had no idea what the future held in store for him, and whether that was at the carnival or not, he knew that he wanted you to be in it. He loved you dearly, but he felt the shift in your relationship just as much as you did.

While you’d always used to spend your mornings having breakfast together before you’d start work, Charlie had developed a new routine after he became one of the performers in the “Wall of Death” attraction.

You did not like him being part of the little show at all- it was dangerous and although he was an excellent driver, he wasn’t a professional. He had never broken any bones riding his motorcycle up the walls of the round attraction, but you were prepared for him to get hurt at any time.

Not only were you living in constant stress every single day, you could feel you and your boyfriend drifting apart. He was so focused on preparing and practicing for the show that he barely paid any attention to you and in between shows, he was hanging around with the guys- either on carnival grounds, or they’d take their bikes for a spin outside of it.

Sometimes he didn’t come home until the middle of the night or early morning.

You tried to push aside your feelings at first and focus on your own work, but you knew that something needed to change if you wanted to make this relationship work. Charlie wasn’t much of a talker and every time you brought up the topic, he told you to either just drop it or stormed out of the caravan angry only to return in the morning and make it up to you.

You wished you were strong enough to ignore your worries and just leave him be, being content with the fact that he was your boyfriend no matter what, but that wasn’t the case.

You missed your boyfriend and wanted him to spend more time with you- was that so wrong?

Charlie stood you up once more for a little dinner date outside of your caravan that the two of you had planned. You knew exactly where he was and as you stormed through the crowd of people on the carnival grounds, all the workers knew where you were off to.

The Wall of Death show hadn’t started yet, but it was about to. People were already lining up in front of the attraction, waiting to be led onto the balcony so they could watch your boyfriend and brother ride around together.

Noticing your brother standing at the top, you figured it was Charlie’s motor that you heard rumbling inside. You were quick to manoeuvre your way through the line of customers and opened the little gate, running up the stairs.

“Get him to stop,” you told your brother as you slapped his arm, nodding to Charlie a floor below. Your brother wasn’t that surprised by your visit since Charlie often confided in him to vent about your relationship problems and since he did not want to get in the middle of it, he called out to Charlie to stop.

Once the motorcycle came to a halt and Charlie took off his helmet before looking up, he widened his eyes a little as he saw you looking at him with fire in your eyes. “Shit,” he mumbled to himself, getting off his bike and leaving it parked in the middle of the attraction.

He was next to you in the matter of a few seconds and before he could say anything, you had already grabbed his wrist and were pulling him downstairs, away from his job and the people that came to see him. He looked over his shoulder, silently begging your brother for help who crossed his fingers at him, watching you pull Charlie into the crowd of people.

If he wanted he could easily stop you, but with your nails digging into his flesh he knew better. This time he really had crossed a line, because he had never seen you this determined and this angry.

You apologized to the line of people as you arrived at the Hall of Mirrors, but they stopped protesting as soon as they saw who you were and who you were dragging along.

Both you and Charlie were familiar with the attraction you kidnapped him to, but in your frantic state you bumped into the glass walls a few times, causing Charlie to bump into you because you were still holding onto him. It didn’t seem like you were planning to stop dragging him further and further into the attraction, so he quickly grabbed your other arm and halted you in your movements.

As you turned around, he inhaled a deep breath of air and gently grabbed your hands.

“Baby, I completely forgot about tonight- I know we had plans to eat together, but there was somethin’ up with the engine of my bike and I had to take it for a test spin before the show and-“

“Oh, just shut up, Charlie!” you yelled at him, taking him by surprise. He dropped your hands, looking at you with wide eyes; you had never yelled at him. You were always soft spoken and kind, the kind of girl that made sure everyone was comfortable and having a wonderful time.

But you were fed up- he pushed you too far.

“It’s always the same excuses- ‘My bike broke down’, ‘We lost track of time’,” you mocked him, pulling off the colorful scarf you were wearing around your head, running a hand through your hair.

He frowned, placing his hands on his hips as he felt himself get a little annoyed. He knew he probably did not have the right to, because you were right about exploding like this, but instead of apologizing he felt the need to defend himself.

“You were the one who got me to work here, Y/N!” he yelled back, neither of you caring about the carnival go-ers that were trying to find their way outside and as far away from your fight as possible. “I enjoy being here now, I enjoy working the attractions- isn’t that what you wanted? What else do you want from me?”

“I want you to be with me, Charlie- are you too damn blind to see that? I want to spend time with you, the way we used to, and not sit around and wonder when the hell you’re coming to bed every night- if you do at all!”

The two of you fell silent for a second as a mother and her young daughter walked by, giving her a small apologetic smile. Charlie quickly pointed her in the right direction before he took a step closer to you, lowering his voice a little.

“We live together, we see each other every day. Isn’t that enough?”

You scoffed in his face, shaking your head as you looked down at the silk scarf in your hand. You blinked your tears away as much as possible, not wanting him to see you cry right now. You did not feel he deserved your tears.

“No, it isn’t,” you sighed deeply, looking back up at him. “I love that you found your place here and that you get along with everyone, but that isn’t enough to make this relationship work. I need you to be there for me, with me- that’s all I’m asking,”

He sighed deeply as he ran his hands up and down his face before placing them at the back of his neck, folding his hands together while looking down at you.

You couldn’t read the expression on his face, something you had struggled with before when it came to him because he was simply terrible at talking about his feelings. Instead of opening up and making things right with you, he seemed to shut down.

“The carnival life is hard work, it’s unpredictable- you told me that yourself,”

You sighed as you rolled your eyes up to the mirrored ceiling, quickly wiping a tear from your cheek as you nodded, looking back at your boyfriend.

“Yeah. Yes, it is, but love isn’t and it shouldn’t be,”

Pushing him away, you made your way out of the mirrored attraction, giving one of the doors a twirl with extra force so you could lose him before he’d decide to follow you.

Before Charlie could get to your shared caravan, you had already packed all your stuff and moved it into one of your sister’s caravans.

He spend the rest of his night knocking on everyone’s doors and windows, asking for you. When he reached Jane’s door, the sister who you decided to vent to and stay with, she told him that you were here but you didn’t want to see him- feeling bad for her brother in law, she told him to give you some time and that you’d find him if you wanted to talk.

He knew better than to push you in a situation like this- doing so would only get you angrier with him and that’s the last thing he wanted.

You avoided Charlie like the plague for about three days and Jane gave you the time to cry your tears, but she was starting to feel more and more bad for Charlie and forced you to pick yourself up and go back to work.

You knew you had to talk to him eventually and make a decision on what direction you were going to take your relationship in, but you wanted him to come to you.

You wanted him to apologize. You wanted him to change.

You made sure you worked one of the food stands that was furthest away from the big tent during the time Charlie was performing there, but as you noticed people coming out of the tent again an hour later, you traded places with Jane who came from one of the ball throwing games near where Charlie was.

Ofcourse, you wanted to run into him.

Taking your place, you grabbed some balls and put on your sweetest smile, drawing in people with your bubbly personality and kindness to little children. The fact that you weren’t too bad on the eyes helped too- the fathers would often spend more time at the games when you were working them.

You were always friendly, but never flirty- until tonight. As soon as you saw Charlie coming out of the tent and walk to the pizza stand across from you, you cheered on the handsome father that was currently playing the game with his little son extra hard and extra sweet.

Charlie took a bite of his slice of pizza, nearly burning his tongue on the melted cheese as he saw you interacting with the men that were lining up at the booth.

“Step right up, step right up, folks! You over there- handsome fella with the green jacket, you look like you got a mean throw,” you yelled happily, pointing at a guy that walked by and he immediately made his way over to you, buying a ticket so he could play.

Charlie handed his slice of pizza to a random kid, jogging over to the booth to squirm his way through the crowd and step onto the table of the attraction, jumping down next to you. He grabbed your arm and pulled you aside a little, looking down at you with an angered look in his eyes.

He was practically seeing green with jealousy.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m working, Rogers,” you simply told him, yanking your arm out of his grip. “You know, the one thing you’re so obsessed with and are willing to lose your girlfriend over,”

You knew you were being petty, but you wanted him to realise that you were done being neglected.

The guy in the green jacket threw down all cans and you clapped your hands excitedly, handing him the prize he chose.

“I’m sorry if this is too forward, but.. would you like to go for a bite to eat when you’re done working?” he asked you, making Charlie widen his eyes. Your boyfriend stepped next to you immediately and grabbed your upper arm again, looking at the customer.

“She’s taken, buddy- try the Ferris Wheel,” he snapped at him, knowing Emily, your other sister, was at the wheel right now. The guy put up his hands and stepped out of the crowd, leaving Charlie to deal with you.

“You didn’t have to be so rude,” you told him, greeting some people and selling tickets in exchange for a few balls. Stepping aside so people had enough space to throw, Charlie followed and looked at you again, hiding you from the customers as he had his back turned to them and his hand placed on his hip.

“Baby, can we just… stop this bullshit?” he sighed deeply, his features softening a little as he placed his other hand on the side of your neck. “You were right- I haven’t been there enough for you, I should give you more attention and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do from now on. I promise you, I promise it from the bottom of my heart,”

His hand that was on his hip was moved to his chest, slapping it softly as if to emphasize his words. You knew saying all of this was already hard for him, but you still hadn’t heard the words you wanted to hear most.

Crossing your arms, you raised your chin a little and looked at him. “And?”

He sighed softly, looking over his shoulder in hopes to see a customer that needed help. Everyone was still happily throwing the balls they bought- he couldn’t get out of this.

“And I’m sorry,” he mumbled softly as he looked back at you. You heard him crystal clear, but to spite him a little more, you cupped your hand over your ear, leaning in closer.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,”

He shot you a glare, grabbing onto your shoulders as he laughed softly. “I am sorry,” he spoke extra loud, mouthing the words theatrically, making some customers look at the both of you. “I really am sorry- you know I love you and I don’t want us to break up or anythin’. You scared the hell out of me when you moved all your things out of the caravan,”

You squinted your eyes at him a little, but couldn’t stop your smile from breaking through your facade. Hearing him apologize and say all those words made you instantly feel better, and you had already forgiven him as soon as the words rolled off his tongue.

“I love you too, Charlie, and thank you for apologizing,” you smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lowered his hands to your hips, snaking his arms around your waist. “I just miss you, you know? I don’t want us to grow apart up to the point where we become strangers,”

“I know, baby, I don’t want that either,” he sighed, pushing you up against his chest as he smiled down at you. “Now can I finally kiss you? It’s been three days- I was close to losin’ my goddamn mind,”

You let out laugh as you nodded, deepening the kiss as soon as he pressed his lips against yours and his tongue met yours. The feeling made butterflies errupt all throughout your tummy and you dropped the balls that had been in your hands, holding your boyfriend close to you.

Some of the male customers huffed out disappointed groans and grumbles at the sight of you being kissed by another man.

This made Charlie pull back from the kiss, slowly letting go of you to turn around and walk to the customers. He grabbed some balls out of a grown man’s hands and handed them to his daughter that stood there next to him, pouting.

“If you ain’t here to play the game, move along, folks! The lady is spoken for!”

You laughed as the men without children slowly moved away from the booth, trying their luck elsewhere, and you made your way over to Charlie. Kissing his cheek, you took a step aside as the little girl started throwing the balls he had handed her.

“You’re so mean- sending all my fans away,” you teased with a grin on your face.

He shot you a feigned glare, laughing softly as he slipped an arm around your waist to pull you into his side, throwing some balls in the air which he caught with his free hand easily. He looked at you and gave you a cheeky smile as he planted a firm kiss on your lips.

“The only fan you need is me,”

If there was one thing about Charlie Rogers, it was that he was right- most of the time.

In this case, he was certainly was though. You only needed one fan, only one man, in your life and that was him.

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luna-loner · 7 months

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Hi!

Take that as me considering you the Kanzaki connaisseur, but I was genuinely curious about your point of view on a trivia:

Yoshida Taisei crush on Kanzaki Yukiko. It's only ever mentionned in the character profiles, and they don't interact in canon.

The logic goes that he sees her - and his expression softens up - when he turns his head to his left, since their seating is next to each other. (and Hazama has the time of her life observing the shenanigans from her seat behind Kanzaki 😂)

I don't ship them in the slightest, but I think that we can look at it as yet another point on how Kanzaki is percieved by her classmates;

Yoshida is her polar opposite, and I personally imagined the crush to be very surface-level, attached moreso to her exterior and assumed identity of "sweet, demure girl with good grades" (very realistic middle school crush, in a way 😂).

But still, I was wondering what your thoughts on it, your input, are. Their constrast is interesting, to say the least, and I guess we can either ignore it/find a way to go around it, or use it to see what it tells us about these two.

Do you have any headcanons or anything about Yukiko's point of view, etc etc.?

Thanks in advance, have a good day! :)

What if I told you I briefly shipped them at one point? The Tough motorcycle guy x Madonna gamer girl dynamic is pretty fun to think about. Give me a proper lady on her boyfriend's bike and I'll kiss your generous hands. (Meanwhile, Papa Kanzaki looks like he's about to have a panic attack XD)

I've never invested in Yoshida, so this ship didn't sail for me. The ideas above were me seeing him as a trope rather than a character. And GakuYuki's already living rent-free in my mind

That said, from what I've read about him, I interpreted his character as a secret softie with a tough exterior. A nice guy who likes other nice people; it'd make sense why he'd like Yukiko.

I think Yukiko has noticed him looking at her, and it has made her uncomfortable given her horrible luck with men. It doesn't help that the Terasaka gang weren't the most cooperative and agreeable bunch early on in the series.

But as the year goes on and the gang gets along with the rest of 3E, she starts to see them in a more positive light. As for bike boy, he challenges her to racing games as a way to get close to her. (Also because he was surprised she turned out to be a master gamer and thought it was cool) Yoshida would always drop some vehicle facts. Sure, it's mostly bike-related but he knows some stuff about cars, trains, and even planes. Yukiko may not be interested in these things, but she respects him for cultivating such vast knowledge on something he's passionate about. My girl can relate since she prolly knows so much about her hobbies and passions (flowers, Japanese, games, elderly care, etc...).

And ofc, we can't NOT bring up Hara. I like to think Yukiko visits her often to learn recipes for the elderly, and Yoshida tags along (when he's not hanging out with the gang). This gives them more opportunities to interact, and Hara probably has some funny stories from Yoshida's childhood. I can also see the three eventually forming study groups even during high school, and Yukiko helping Yoshida with Japanese (and maybe other subjects) either through texts or in-person. Another thing, they'd definitely partner up to plan Hara's birthday surprises and figure out which gifts to buy.

Hazama would not be Hazama if she doesn't tease the living daylights out of Yoshida. Picture the two sitting together when Hazama casually says Yukiko's behind him (she's not) and Yoshida just jumps. She wouldn't overdo it, or tell the rest of the gang about it (though I don't doubt some of them have noticed, like Itona for example). She'd also try to talk to Yukiko and tactfully bring Yoshida up just to know how the other girl feels about him, or if she's aware of Yoshida's crush on her, which brings me to the next point: All of this fanon interaction can lead to one of two things:

Yoshida starts to see her in a platonic light and they become good friends.

Yoshida's romantic feelings for her grow stronger now that he's gotten to know her a bit more. As for Yukiko, she may or may not like him back.

(Or he starts to see her as friend while she starts to catch feelings for him, which is both hilarious and sad imo...also, why must I torment my girl??)

One more thing, you pointed out how similar they are. I'd like to add that their reason for falling into E Class is virtually the same. She spent too much time at the arcade, while he spent too much time at the racetrack. Whether their relationship takes a romantic or platonic route, I'd like to see them discuss this eventually and bond over it.

And that's all I've got. Sorry it took so long; I was busy irl and didn't know how to properly articulate all my thoughts. I tend to be a perfectionist when it's something related to my best girl, but this was really fun to think about. Hope you liked it!

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babstheyaga · 7 months

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Hey I just wanted to say I’m a big fan of all your books with human transformers and wanted to ask. If the reader in Fmod had kids with one of the possible love interests, would they also have issues like their father or be more like their mother and how many would they have? I’m sorry I have huge baby fever and I’m asking this question to see what you think and how they children would look like, I might even draw some examples for you and tag you in it! With Bumblebee I think he would end up being a great dad same with mirage and Ratchet. I could see Jazz and Cliff’s (I’m still not sure if he is a love interest so my apologies if I’m wrong.) kids being rambunctious, and Reader and Arcee ofc would have to adopt but I could see Arcee being very protective of her children I could see Ironhide being protective as well. With Optimus though I feel like he would be more strict but I could be wrong but he would still love his kids, that’s just some of the ones I theorized but I want to know what you think and how they would react to reader having kids with them. Again thank you for giving me something to look forward too, I haven’t had the best few weeks and these stories help me through my day a lot, with all of my heart thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

SDKFGFMLKJGDFNG Something to look forwards to? sldkjgmdfkgdfnkgjlng ahhhhhhh HHHHHHH- okay get serious now... I'm gonna treat this like a headcannon sorta thing, because I just woke up and am shaking because I forgot to take my meds last night-

Optimus as a dad would be very strict. But he would actually be a really good father! Even though he would raise them to be an Autobot, he would 100% make sure they have a really good childhood. Growing up a Prime would be tough for them, but they would be well taken care of. During pregnancy, he would take a very no-nonsense approach. Absolutely everything we eat and drink would have to go through him, it doesn't matter if it's a small saltine cracker, or a bowl of noodles, it goes through him. He wants our child to be more than healthy, he wants them perfect.

Arcee would be an amazing mother, but she wouldn't willing become one. She would teach them how to ride a motorcycle, like, come on, she'd totally turn them into a bike geek. She doesn't want a child in fear of treating them wrong, but what she doesn't realize is she is actually very good with kids. People who are cautious with children are often a lot softer with them, so she would be very gentle and caring. During pregnancy, we would most likely be the one to have it, she doesn't want to be the one to carry. If it be decided medically between the two of us and we get it professionally done at the hospital, or we just get one of the guys to knock us up and Arcee and us take care of it, she would be extremely over protective.

Jazz would probably be the strangest dad. Teaching them how to prank people, get good comebacks for insults, and let's be honest, he'd want their first word to be, "fuck." He'd be the type to give them a bunch of candy and then lock them in a room with us to, "get the energy out." He's really good with kids, but he doesn't know the first thing about fatherhood. He basically raised his brothers, but say he had a girl, what would he do then? He wouldn't know how to react. Jazz during pregnancy wouldn't be protective, but he would definitely see us as the sexiest person alive. It pretty normal for husbands to be immensely attracted to their wife when she is carrying his baby, but he physically can't keep his hands off of us.

CliffJumper would also be a really good parent. He's already taken on a very caring and gentle handed approach with us, so if he ended up having a child, he would take on a very neutering guide to everything. He would baby proof the entire house hold even in the first month of figuring out we were expecting. He's obsessed with safety. His love language is physical touch, so during pregnancy he would be very touchy-feely but not in a sexual way at all. If anything, he'd probably refuse to have sex with us in fear of harming the kid. Anything and everything to make sure the baby is safe, he'll go through with it.

Even though IronHide is asexual, let's say he does have a child with us. It wouldn't be his, of course, but him as a father figure as a whole would be very, "fuck around and find out." He'd be very understanding of the kid's angry problems in their later teen years, their tantrums in their younger life, and would automatically take the lead through all of it. He wants to be involved in the kid's life as much as possible, with him not having a father growing up, he wants to give the child everything he didn't have. During pregnancy he would be cold, but not distant. He's the type to already have all pregnancy craving foods already stashed away. Oh you want chocolate whipped cream with pineapple gummy bears? He's got you covered. Pickles and icecream? Honey, he'll eat it with you if it'll make you feel better.

Ratchet would probably be the best dad out of the eight. As much as Bee and Arcee would be amazing parents, Ratchet's extremely experienced with anything and everything. He's the most caring for a reason. The song, "Isn't She Lovely" By Stevie Wonder is a really good representation of what Ratchet's fatherhood would look like. He's comforting, and knows how to work around tantrums and crying fits, it's shocking that he wasn't a father before us. During pregnancy he'd know exactly what do to through everything. Absolutely anything you need, he would understand what to do automatically.

I wouldn't outright call Mirage the worst parent out of the bunch, but he's definitely not the best. With him and his anger issues, his approach on dealing with any form of frustration in his kid would only make the situation worse. He would need to go through a lot of mental training to prepare himself for fatherhood, but he would also be rather... Over protective over the kid, to the point we're concerned if it's even protecting anymore. During pregnancy he would be able to tell before we even need to take a test. Being a Detector has it's pros, along with an array of cons, but being able to tell when someone is expecting is one of the pros.

BumbleBee would be the sports dad. He'd want the kid to be totally invested in like boxing, football, dance, whatever the child feels like they want to go into. He's always wanted a kid, someone to properly take care of and be protective over. He knows he would be a good dad too. He's very confident in his ability to be a parent. During pregnancy he would be the caretaker. He would make sure we go to bed at the right hour, no alcohol and especially no stress. He would do his best to make things as easy as possible for us, he's Bee, what do you expect?

#god i love asks #related to fmod #This took me a long while to write #it was a weird day #i probably slept a good 20 hours today #but i feel much better now #long post #sorry

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i feel like the general understanding of most characters in st is just wrong, but it’s close enough to the truth that you can’t say it’s wrong.

and then there’s the black and white thinking of characters being only good or bad as if there wasn’t an entire storyline this season about people being complex and more than just good or bad, or monster vs superhero.

steve: people will dismiss the fact that he was an asshole in s1 and say he was in the right that season just bc he ditched his friends at the end, as if he wasn’t slut shaming nancy or picking a fight w jonathan by being homophobic and insulting his family and making fun of his brother who was thought dead at the time. or the ppl who act like he hasn’t changed since then or that his character has gone downhill bc he he was flirting w nancy, as if it wasn’t being encouraged by all of his friends, he also didn’t just straight up say hey i wanna have six kids w you, he told her what he wanted to do with his life and then after a pretty good reaction he later said he wanted it to be with her, he wasn’t being creepy at all.

jonathan: sure it was weird that he was taking photos of them all but ppl aren’t mad abt that they’re mad that he took photos of nancy getting undressed, which ofc seems weird from steve’s perspective but we as the audience see that it was clearly an accident, he was taking photos of nancy and then she unexpectedly took of her top in front of the window while he was taking it, he saw this and immediately moved the camera away and refocused on barb. he also apologised for taking the pictures twice, even thought both times nancy was just interested in why he took them in the first place.

mike: the amount of hate he gets is insane. no one hated on lucas for ignoring will, even will only seemed to blame mike and started a fight when mike was trying to apologise, and then mike and lucas biked through the rain to apologise again before the mindflayer rudely interrupted. and ppl have the audacity to say mikes homophobic bc of the infamous “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls” line when he didn’t even mean it like that, and he immediately regret it and tried to explain himself. and now everyone seems to think mike was ignoring will again when he wasn’t, idk wtf was going on at the airport, it was awkward for everyone, but the main thing is rinkomania. will thinks he didn’t call but were told later that he did call just couldn’t get through, and they made up anyway so i don’t know why ppl are still so mad abt it. if ppl are gonna be mad at mike tho it should be bc he treated el terribly this season. but no one seems to care abt that they think he fixed it with that monologue but he didn’t

will: i think bc most of the hate is just blatant homophobia any criticism gets dismissed as that too, and you end up with this view that will does nothing wrong ever and he’s just this innocent kid. any time you point out that he was also in the wrong in s3 you get hit with “but he lost his childhood” as if he spent his whole life in UD, and he gets infantilised. he wanted them to do smth they didn’t want to, they were making him be part of smth he didn’t want to, he was ignoring their problems, they were ignoring his game. they were both in the wrong that season. now in s4 he seemed to be trying to make up for that by actually listening to mikes issues and trying to help him, he also lied which is like rule no1. but everyone lied abt smth this season and he was trying to help so when ppl say he’s being selfish that’s simply not true.

#stranger things #steve harrington #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #stranger things 4

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due to high demand - me. I'm high demand. this entire project is being written entirely for my pleasure, be warned I'm being extremely self-indulgent - I've decided to write a little prequel to the events that take place here. this is set in 2018 and is the beginning of Fletch x OFC. billy will have his own little prequel at some point. enjoy.

Trigger Warning/s: OFC is her own trigger warning she is damaged goods and slightly toxic and emotionally unavailable, mention of addiction, mention of heroin abuse, mention of sex, mention of trauma, angst, mainly friends to lovers/impossible relationship dynamics.

nuclear season: part I -> | part II -> | part III -> prequel: <- part I | <- part II | part IV -> Masterlist

Beginning of April 2018

Erika sat on the porch swing, comfortably curled on herself. She was slowly rocking herself, naked foot pressed on the wooden patio floor, as she enjoyed the sundown of that exceptionally hot evening. She sipped on the cup of homemade peach iced tea she was so proud she made, deciding to accept that as something small to be grateful for today.

She was melancholically watching some of the neighbour’s kids playing on their familiar street. Their excited little voices, breaking through the evening, mixed with the noises of the place she called home. It was music for her soul. Something that resonated through her, always reminding her where she came from. She didn’t need to like Brisbane, to always have her inside compass pointing to it.

Her gaze cruised over the street cutting across the residential uptown area she grew up in. She could see herself, as clear as day, wearing her new pink helmet, on her birthday, learning to go on her little pink bike as Mark taught her how to ride all afternoon. And then again, when she was just a little over twelve, he did the same teaching her some skating tricks. She remembered how they used to walk over that road together every morning and every evening, as he was used to getting her to and from the bus stop to go to school or practice. Later, years later, she could still see them two sitting side by side just outside their garden, on the pavement. Erika had touched her first rock bottom and had asked him for help.

“You look so sad, honey,”

Erika huffed softly, moving her attention to her mother, who looked over her from the other side of the porch. She was still wearing her straw hat and was holding an old empty flower pot, in her cute gardening outfit.

“I am ok,” Erika tried to reassure her, offering a small smile, stretching on the swing. “I promise.”

The woman softly chuckled, putting the vase down and removing her gloves, walking to her, “What mother would I be if I believed you when you have a broken heart?”

Erika simply smiled, making space for the woman as she sat next to her.

For years, Erika had convinced herself to resent her mother for the flat life she thought the woman had. The life many would consider a good life. Housewife, happily married to a good man, carrying a family, caring for the house and herself. And Erika, especially in her teenage years, hated her for it. Considered her stupid and much worse things.

She was a sweet woman. A good woman. A good mother. And Erika still had to find the courage to apologise for how difficult she had been and how rocky she made their relationship. Not that her mother ever expected her to. That woman still loved her, Erika was her child and she never missed an opportunity to remind her. Though it was stronger than her, Erika felt more awkward than anything else around her.

It was shame. It was inadequacy. It was everything she regretted, knowing her mother was one of the many victims she had taken down in her path of destruction over the years.

“Mum,” Erika sighed, looking away. “Please, I am fine.”

“Mh,” Erika felt the woman looking at her with the wisdom of someone who just knew better, “Mark called. Again.”

Erika flinched.

Her chest was still broken. It was undeniable. Her heart was in a thousand pieces. Thinking about her brother hurt her too much. It was still such a sore, open wound. The longer she spent apart, the more it felt as if she was missing part of her.

After what happened, Erika left. She left the job at RevPro and she left England for good, not saying a word. Not leaving a message. She changed her phone, her number, everything and tried to continue with her life.

The only thing she dared to do, breaking her own rule to become a ghost, was to steal one of Kyle's t-shirts. Just because she wanted to have something that smelled like him. It didn’t carry his scent anymore, now, but she still kept it safe under her pillow and slept hugging it or wearing it.

When she disappeared without leaving a trace, she knew Mark lost his mind about it. Especially in the first forty-eight hours she spent flying over to Australia. But she wasn’t interested in his concern. When she landed and surprised her parents, she didn't care whether or not they had let Mark know. It wasn’t her responsibility to make him feel better.

She hadn’t talked to him in a couple of weeks. And she had no intention of doing so. Not yet. She wasn’t ready.

There was so much she needed to fix before she even decided to consider forgiveness. But, like it or not, he was always there with her. She’d see him around the house and in all the familiar places they grew up together. And he’d still be her voice of reason, even despite the terrible things he had said the last time they spoke.

Her anger had calmed by now, leaving behind only pain. Pain, she had to learn to deal with. It wasn’t something she had done before. Before, she would have tried to do anything to numb it, cancel it, erasing herself in the process. Even this time, as soon as she landed back home, she went close to embarking on yet another self-destructive trip. She was there. She almost went to see her old friend who’d always have a fresh fix for her. But this time, differently from ever before, Erika understood consequences and she just knew she would have seen the end of it either in a hospital or six feet under.

So, she was learning to deal with her emotions being clean. She was learning to become her own person, doing a lot of healing and mending in the process. And it was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. However, there was no other way forward. She needed to fix herself to fix it all.

She was still mad at Mark, and she would have been mad for a long time. But he wasn’t the only one she was upset at. She was angry at herself for proving him right. For doubting her own choices and abilities. And for having caused pain to the only person she was supposed to love. And she had no intention to let self-doubt ever bring her that close to ruin her life again.

“I don’t care,” she finally replied, shaking her head. “I don’t want to know.”

“He is so worried for you, honey. You-”

“Mum,” Erika snapped in a gentle warning, looking over to the woman by her side, “Please, leave it alone. Please. You don’t know what happened and you can’t understand it. I am not ready.”

“Then tell me what happened, sweetheart. Help me understand,”

Erika's chuckle was dry, maybe even cruel, even though she didn’t mean it to be. “You can’t understand,” she simply said, shrugging. “Ask your son to tell you what he did.”

“I did.”

“And?”

“He cut me off.”

“See?” Erika chuckled, shaking her head. “Leave it alone, mum. It’s ugly and it’s between us.”

“I can’t stand having my two children not talking. You were so close. It was my only joy,”

Erika had to bite her tongue and think twice before abruptly replying. “No,” she gently placed a hand on her mother’s. “Mum, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you for kicks. I won’t tell you what happened because I can’t have the responsibility to put you in a position to reconsider your son’s worth or choose sides or whatever.”

“After everything you have done, I still consider you so highly, my child, do you think what he did is worse than that?”

Erika took no offence to her mother’s honesty. She wasn’t wrong, after all. “To me it is,” she simply replied, “It is a matter between me and Mark, and we are both adults, we’ll figure it out, one day. He’s still my brother.”

Her mother cupped her face in one hand, making her look at her. The two looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment, as the older woman smiled softly at her. “I am proud of the woman you are becoming. I am sorry it is all so painful to you.”

“I’ll be fine, mum. Thank you,” Erika squeezed her hand.

End of April 2018.

“Mum?” Erika called as she entered her childhood home. “Can I have a hand?” She wondered, balancing herself as she carried as many bags of groceries under her arms as she possibly could. “The car is packed full. I’ll help you put it all away, I promise,” she still chirped moving through the still big house, receiving only silence in response.

As Erika moved to the kitchen, she finally began to hear two low voices chatting from the back porch. One was her mother, who now was chuckling the other Erika couldn’t recognise. In the background, she heard the noise of the lawn mower too, but it was far enough she wasn’t sure if it came from her garden or the neighbours’.

She left the grocery bags on the counter and popped her head out the door, looking for the two women with a certain urgency and curiosity. They were both comfortably sitting on the two garden chairs on the deck. Both wore sundresses, facing the pretty garden her mum was so proud of, sipping on fresh lemonade. They both watched closely the young-looking gardener working at the end of their lawn, cutting the grass.

“Hey,” Erika began, quickly losing interest in the view the other two seemed to be so lost in. She didn’t even want to think about it too much. “Was looking for you,” she hinted to her mum, “been talking to myself a while.”

“Hello honey,” her mother chuckled, “I’m sorry, couldn’t hear you from out here.”

“Is this her?” The other woman wondered, looking at her mother first and then back at her. She studied Erika with such interest she felt the need to shy away.

“Yes,” her mother too looked up at her with certain pride in her eyes. “She is so pretty, isn’t she?”

The second woman smiled, nodding silently. “Pardon me, sweety, you are probably wondering what kind of rude manners I must have, I am Pamela, and I live a few doors down, pleased to meet you,”

It was beyond Erika. The way the woman spoke, sitting in her lovely yellow dress, with her legs elegantly crossed and her glass of lemonade at hand made her think about a sophisticated housewife from the sixties. She still smiled politely, trying to mirror the approach that the woman was showing her. “Nice to meet you too, I am Erika, but you must know that already. You must be a friend of my mum’s?”

“Yes!” The woman and her mother exchanged a little look, giggling to themselves. “We met at Pilates only last year!”

“Can you believe women our age are still making friends like teenagers?” Her mother giggled, sipping on her lemonade, all pleased with herself.

“As soon as you two don’t go create a Burn Book for the neighbourhood, I think we are safe,” Erika chuckled with them, doing her best to indulge her mother and her small joys.

“She is a beautiful young woman and a funny one too? Jackpot.” Pamela giggled, clinking her glass with her mothers in a silent cheer.

“I told you. My daughter is a catch,”

“Must have boys coming for her left and right.”

“Oh,” her mother chuckled again, “You don’t know the beginning of it.”

For a moment Erika felt like they forgot she was standing there, even though both women still studied her like a prized pony or something.

Pamela giggled, nodding. “It doesn’t surprise me,” she then turned over to Erika, rosy cheeks and the largest smile she had ever seen before, “you know? I have a son.” The woman hinted to the boy in the garden with pride, “He’s really nice. Kind, handsome and very smart.”

As any son is to any mother. Erika thought it but didn’t dare to say it. She now understood so many things and started to suspect the two women’s words in an entirely different light. Instead of saying what she truly wanted to say, which was that she didn’t need her mother to fix her up, she smiled politely, gently shaking her head. “I am sure he is, ma’am, don’t doubt it for one second.”

“Ah,” Pamela's smile only grew as she and her mother exchanged a complicit look Erika didn’t like. “You’d like him. Your mum tells me you are single. See, my son is single too. We thought that it would have been nice to introduce the two of you.”

Erika had to bite her tongue hard. Their idea of introductions was to have said boy on parade, cutting the grass shirtless, of course. “How thoughtful of you,” this time Erika only pretended to be polite but wasn’t doing much to hide her slight irritation. “But I am not looking for-”

“Oh, God, honey, of course not! Who do you think we are?” Her mother jumped over her words, gasping, as if Erika was the one who misunderstood the situation. “I only thought you just moved back and don’t have many friends. Then I met Pamela, and one thing led to another, we thought maybe you two could hang out like kids do?”

Erika may not like her mother’s behaviour sometimes, but she still pulled out an amused smile, looking at her trying to find a way to justify herself and digging herself a deeper grave. It was somewhat funny though.

“Yes!” Pamela innocently agreed, “Who knows where things lead, I say.”

She cleared her voice, trying to ignore their silly behaviour, justifying it as the ways mums went about their kids sometimes. “Anyways. Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but mum, if you could give me a hand with the groceries that would be lovely.”

“Oh! Trevor can help you with that,” her mother chirped.

Pamela immediately followed, nodding eagerly. “Yes! What a nice idea,” she was up in a second and, even before Erika had the time to catch a breath and ask questions, she already hopped in the garden, waving at the guy handling the lawn mower.

“Mum?” Erika wondered suspiciously, “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why do I feel like this is going to be a set-up?”

“Don’t be silly, dear,” her mum giggled some more. Erika started suspecting the lemonade could have some gin in it. “This is just one of those friendly neighbours’ moments. Pamela’s son so kindly offered to help out with the lawn since your father is always busy with work and,”

“And I am getting introduced,”

“Well, yes, we thought you needed a friend.”

Erika rolled her eyes, still smiling. “Who’s conveniently a shirtless guy cutting your grass, mum?”

“Well, it is about thirty degrees out there. God knows how hot the poor thing is under the sun.”

Before she could reply anything, Pamela was back and her son trailed her. He too, looked somewhat feeling as awkward as she did. At least they could both agree their mothers were being embarrassing.

“So,” Pamela began, pushing her son forward, “This is Trevor.”

He was still catching his breath, as he offered Erika a smile. “Hi, how do you do?” He threw her a hand that she felt obliged to accept.

He was her age, maybe just a little older. He was attractive, that was undeniable. Quite tall and fit too. But Erika looked at him with the same interest she’d have for a lamp post. It wasn’t because she was rude. It was simply because it did nothing to catch her interest.

“Hi, I’m Erika. But I am sure my mother already said that, didn’t she?”

“She did,” he nodded, “they are terrible sometimes, aren’t they?” He wondered, catching the first opportunity possible to give her a complicit look.

This time it was their turn to talk about their mothers like they weren’t standing there.

Erika smiled. Only for that, she was warming up to him. “Yes. Did they convince you to do this?”

“Well, I was allured in with the request of cutting some grass and the promise of some lemonade,”

“Ah,” Erika shook her head, chuckling, “I think your payment is a hot date.”

He hissed, only pretending to be annoyed. “That won’t do. I rather the lemonade.”

They both turned to their mothers, finding both women looking at them with the utmost pride as if they had just won a prize or something. Erika felt like they didn’t catch on to their humour.

Pamela leaned into her mother with a proud smile. “See? What did I tell you?”

Erika huffed and then decided to do the only sensible thing and turned to Trevor, “So, are you helping me with the grocery? It won’t put itself away and I’ve got places to be after.”

“Sure thing,” he chirped willingly, “anything to get away from my mother trying to find me a girlfriend.” The look he sent his mum was pure banter.

Erika wondered if he truly was unaware, or if he was simply trying to charm her into a plan, he was well aware of. Either way, she didn’t care too much.

They unloaded the car as quickly as possible. Erika had no time to lose. Especially if it was to linger and mingle with a shirtless, sweaty, guy placed in her house only for her to look at him.

She grabbed the last two bags and, before she could instruct Trevor to just shut the door, he already leaned in to grab the heavy bag containing all her camera equipment. It’s been left in the car since she came back to Australia. It was the only thing she hadn’t unpacked yet. And she pretended, lying to herself, that it was simply too heavy to carry upstairs.

“No. That, leave it there, please.”

“What is it?”

“None of your business,” she snapped before she could even realise how uncalled it was. Erika immediately regretted it and rolled her eyes, looking back at Trevor. “I am sorry. That wasn’t nice to say. It’s my camera, I am a photographer.”

“You are?”

“Yes. Good at it too. But I haven’t worked in a while now,” she cleared her voice, shaking her head “It’s complicated to explain but I just don’t want to have it in the house.”

“You kidding?”

“No.”

Trevor looked down at the black back he carried, “It might get ruined left in the car under the sun all day, you know?”

“Yes. I am aware,” she huffed, feeling cornered. “Fine. Bring it into the house. Leave it by the stairs, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” he chirped and followed her without saying a word as they returned to the house. “So, how is it you haven’t worked in a while?”

“My field of expertise is very specific,” Erika explained, knowing how lame that excuse was. She could have done anything. The problem was she hadn’t picked her camera up in weeks. Not once.

“And what’s that? Wildlife?”

“No,” she chuckled, “I wish. It’s actually pro wrestling.”

“You shit me!?”

“No.” Erika frowned. “I moved to England some time ago to follow my brother and worked for one of the biggest companies in the UK.”

“Your brother is a wrestler?”

“See?” Erika chuckled, “My mother thought to introduce me and left out all the juicy details. He is,” she then explained, a smile crossing her lips, “he loves it. Always loved it. So, now, that’s what he does.”

“Who’s he? Is it possible I’ve heard of him?”

“It’s possible you know him since he lived around here up to a few months ago. Mark Davis?” She dropped, not hiding the pride she felt for her brother even despite everything.

“Fuck me, Davis!? You are Erika Davis?”

“In the flesh,” Erika smiled, nodding, “guess the neighbourhood is a big place after all.”

“Nah, yeah, it is. I went to school with your brother. Not the same year. He was a senior when I started. Didn’t know Mark or anything but he was known in school.”

“Yep,” Erika sighed, shaking her head, “and no one ever let me forget that.”

“So, he’s a wrestler now, uh? That’s crazy. Is he making a name for himself or something?”

“He is trying, yes. He’s working with the UK's biggest pro wrestling company and doing some indie stuff on the side. He’s in a tag team called Aussie Open with another Australian wrestler.” She didn’t say his name on purpose. Her tongue was tied.

“Wow! I still can’t believe that.”

“I know. So, are you a wrestling fan?”

“Well, not so much, no. I grew up watching it like everyone else through the Attitude Era but then I grew out of it.”

“Oh,” she shrugged, “shame, I find wrestling extremely underrated.”

“Yeah,” he paused, looking at her closely, “so, you said you are a photographer for this stuff?”

“Yes. I get booked to events and my job is capturing every second of the show, making the boys look as good as possible as they do their thing. It is mostly for advertisement.”

“What’s the schedule of a job like that?”

“Busy. I used to work almost every day in different venues every time so it’s a lot of travelling and living in hotels. Usually, I’d follow Mark and get booked to his same shows.”

“Sounds hard.”

“Yeah. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but I liked it. It’s part of the business. You travel around and after a while, it becomes the same people and the same places you see so you get used to it.”

“How the hell did you end up back here?”

“Well,” Erika busied herself putting away some stuff in the cupboards. “That’s a long story for another time, perhaps.”

“A’right,” Trevor hung by the kitchen counter, passing her stuff, “consider me curious, though.”

“The short version is that I fucked my brother’s best friend. It ended up badly.” Erika didn’t even look behind her back to see Trevor’s reaction. She didn’t care. And things didn’t exactly go that way. But there was part of her that wanted to clarify the fact that she may look like a good girl and her mother may have presented her as a good girl, but she was far from it.

“Ok? That doesn’t necessarily justify leaving a career behind, does it?”

Erika rolled her eyes and turned to face him, shameless. “It does when said boy I fucked was my roommate and coworker. He’s the other half of Aussie Open. So, I had to take myself out of the equation.”

“Right,” Trevor was avoiding eye contact, slightly intimidated by her honesty. “There’s wrestling in Australia though, right?”

“Yes. But doing weddings and whatnot is a much easier gig to get back into.” Which was a fat lie. She had good expertise and the references to back her up, if she needed, to land a job in any of the Australian companies. But she didn’t want to. She needed to stay away from wrestling.

“Is that what you want to do?”

Erika just looked at him for a long moment, before taking a step back, deciding to rummage in another grocery bag and hide herself in the fridge as she put away some more stuff. “What is this? A job interview or something?”

“Sorry, no. I was just trying to know you better.”

“Well, I don’t want that,” she simply explained, shrugging. “Sorry, you look like you are a nice guy. You got the looks too and everything. But I am not looking to meet anyone.”

“Ah,” Trevor nodded wisely, “the best friend?”

Erika turned pale, glaring at him for the longest moment, unsure if she wanted to run, throw something at him or just disappear into the ground.

She opted for a grocery bag, digging in it like her life depended on it.

“Right,” Trevor continued. “Well, I am around, if you ever fancy hanging out.”

Erika had to give it to him, the guy had balls. But, at the same time, she was quite done with that conversation. Any of it. Anything that brought her even remotely close to thinking about Kyle was banished from her mind.

She wasn’t ready.

“Thank you,” Erika cleared her voice, this time, even if she felt awkward as hell, she looked straight at him. “I won’t take you up on that, you know it, right?”

“One can only hope,” Trevor offered her a small encouraging smile, nodding.

Erika shrugged it off, turning around to put away the last thing. “Don’t get your hopes up, mate,” she explained with a tired sigh. She was trying to be nice. She could have just told him to fuck off. That would have been much easier and much more directed to make that guy understand that despite whatever their mothers have said, she had other things to think about. And despite it all, she wasn’t being polite to him for his interests. She was doing it for her mother. She was happy with her new friend; Erika had no intention of causing them any problems because, yet again, she was gonna be selfish.

No. She was going to be a controlled, polite adult. That’s how she was supposed to behave, right?

“Maybe you should go finish cutting the grass for my mother now,” Erika suggested, dropping in a massive hint for him to catch. She was done chitchatting.

Trevor pulled out a massive smile. His dark eyes glimmered with amusement as he looked her up and down. “Wow, I never thought being treated like a little errand boy could be fun.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. But you know what I meant, don’t you?”

“Sure,” he nodded, still smiling. “Absolutely no offence taken, by the way.”

May 2018

“It’s on!” Her father’s voice called from the living room as everyone in the family buzzed through the house, responding to his call and running to gather in front of the TV.

Erika took it easy. She casually held back in the kitchen, pretending to make herself a fresh cup of coffee, just so she had an excuse to delay her attendance as much as possible.

“Erika! Quick, you are going to miss it.”

“What a shame,” she whispered to herself, deciding not to reply directly to her mum’s bubbly excitement.

It was not even six in the morning in Brisbane. In London, it was almost eight in the evening the day before. Their entire family, including unrelated so-called uncles who were only good family friends, were gathered around to watch a live episode of Ring Of Honor featuring Aussie Open. Everyone was there to see Mark on the screen, doing the thing he had left the country months ago to go and do.

Even Trevor was there. Not by her invitation. Her mother had taken a liking to seeing them hanging out and, despite her attempts to get her to stop, she kept inviting him around.

Erika was trying not to think about it and did everything in her power not to pay attention to him, even though he kept coming onto her.

“You're not interested in seeing your brother on TV?” He wondered leaning against the door frame, looking into the kitchen.

Erika hid behind her cup of coffee, trying her best not to roll her eyes. “Coffee,” she simply explained, hoping that would be enough.

“Oh, fair enough,”

“You can go watch it though. My mother invited you over for that reason,” she didn't want to sound rude but it was too early in the morning for her to deal with unrequited interest. Especially when she never led him on.

Yes, both their mothers had tried to find every excuse to have them hanging out, but Erika had never stopped reminding him how not interested she was. Although, politeness and awkwardness aside, she started suspecting he was taking it like a challenge. Which she was more than happy to let him do. She was the one who would have won in the end, anyway.

Erika approached him, hinting to move to the living room, encouraging him with a little look only pretending she would have followed him. Instead, she kept herself in the back. By that point, as soon as Trevor took a seat in one of the chairs placed around the room, expecting her to sit by his side, it was too late for him to realise she didn’t follow him.

Erika’s lips bent in a small grin that she hid behind her cup of coffee.

Her attention then distractedly moved to the TV screen. She was only pretending she didn’t care. She knew how big of a deal a match in Ring of Honor could be and she wished she could be there with them.

By now, everyone knew she wasn’t talking to Mark, so no one would have second-guessed her weird behaviour. She only needed to keep appearances up, like her biggest problem was Mark on the screen. It was more than convenient for her to stay behind everyone so that everyone’s eyes were pointed at the TV and no one would have noticed the way she pined over the tall Aussie boy playing pretend fighting by her brother's side.

She was working so hard to become someone she could be proud of. Someone she would think worthy. Someone who could consider apologising. But she felt like her way was still long. And she wasn’t ready to see Kyle, yet.

She barely allowed herself to think about him. Because only the thought of him was enough to destabilise her. She missed him so much it was unbearable. And thinking about how things went was a wave of regrets that rolled from the inside of her, ripping her chest open.

At night it was worse. When she was alone, trying to sleep, the thought of him crept into her mind, leaving her breathless, and Erika would find herself grasping on that lousy piece of clothing she stole as if it could ever replace the real thing. Often, she’d cry herself to sleep, suffocating her pain into the pillow.

Her entire body ached anytime she thought about what she had ruined and how there was a chance she’d never get it back.

She wasn’t ready to see him now, doing his thing, working on his dream. It was too easy to take the image on a TV and filter it off the truth, convincing herself that he was happy with his life as it was and she’d only ruin it even more if she ever dared to get closer to him again. Even just looking into a TV screen made it so easy to convince herself it would have hurt him, somehow. It would have surely ripped her apart. And she couldn’t afford to have a breakdown in front of her entire family.

Erika held her breath as she focused on the screen, definitively losing the battle with herself. She watched the boys circling the ring. They had just been announced. Both walked with their typical cocky stride, filling up the space.

Mark looked imposing and casual as usual, confident smirk printed on his lips, in line with his character who wasn’t afraid of anything only because he just knew he was stronger and bigger than most. Erika’s heart still trembled looking at him and a small, sad smile popped on her lips. She hated to think about it. He didn’t deserve it. But she missed him.

Then, her attention shifted to Kyle. He was just as pretty as she remembered. Maybe even more. He had a black strip around his bicep, making his arm muscles pop. That was new. And it made her heart stop. The way just looking at him walking around, all serious, trying to be imposing, as Aussie Open were generally heels, made her feel inside was impossible to describe. Her heart leapt out of her and through halfway across the world, reaching for him. God, how much she wished to be by his side. A shiver crossed her as the memory of knowing exactly how his lips felt on her skin haunted her.

If only her problem was simply longing for him. The worst part was knowing how she had him in her arms, to keep safe, to respect and love. And she just broke his heart out of stupidity.

As usual, he wore his hood up, only so he could cock his head back and kick it off himself on the top buckle, presenting himself to the crowd in his archer pose.

“Why does he do that?” One of the older cousins asked distractedly as everyone looked at the boys and commented on their entrance.

“He’s known as the Aussie Arrow,” Erika explained, keeping her arms crossed to her chest, ignoring the few that turned to look at her. Trevor was studying her particularly closely. She had to try everything in her power to remain as stoic and detached as possible. “Fast, lean and sharp, get it?”

“Oh!” He wasn’t the only one replying with that, putting Erika’s words together.

She had witnessed maybe thirty seconds, top. And she already couldn’t handle it anymore. Kyle and Mark crossed in the ring and exchanged an affectionate fist bump. That too, made her chest ache.

“Such a sweet boy he is,” her mother started, “spoke to him on the phone just the other day,”

“Don’t say that, auntie!” The younger of all cousins, only eight, complained, warning her, “We need to believe he’s evil!”

“Oh, sorry!”

“He’s so cute though,” her cousin giggled, hugging her pillow. Them two were the only girls spawned in between all the family kids. She wasn’t much younger than Erika and yet she felt like there was an abyss in between them.

“Yes,” her mother agreed, “very pretty young boy.”

“What do you mean you spoke to him?” Erika intervened between their chattering, letting her question roll out of her chest before she could even think about it.

Her mum popped her head up, looking at her from over the sofa. “Sorry, darling? What’s that?”

“What does it mean you spoke to Fletch?”

“Hey,” one of the uncles cut through, “we are trying to watch Mark here, take your gossiping somewhere else,”

Erika ignored him, pressing on. “Mum?”

“Why do you care, honey?” The woman looked at her for a long moment, “We had some light conversation as Mark couldn’t come to the phone, so he was kind enough to entertain me in the meantime.”

Erika’s chest ached.

Of course, he was. He was a delight.

She wished so badly to hear his voice. She wanted him to talk to her. To whisper sweet things into her ear just like he did that night, as they giggled in between the sheets.

Her mother was still looking at her, waiting for an answer that didn’t come. Not with words. Erika bit her nails nervously, looking away. And then something seemed to strike the woman as recognition sparked through her eyes. “Darling? Do you have anything to do with the boy?”

“No,” Erika lied badly. “I mean, yes, of course, he is my friend,” she tried to correct herself, not helping her case at all.

As more and more people’s attention moved on her, Erika tried to hide only for her mother to gasp softly. “But you aren’t talking to him, I take it.”

Erika grumbled, rolling her eyes. “Can we just go back to watching?” Erika pointed at the TV. “Look, you are missing it.”

“Now I understand why he asked about you.” Her mother smiled, “I thought it was for Mark at first, but it wasn’t, was it?”

Erika was hit so deeply that she didn’t even realise how evident her reaction to her mum’s words was. “Did he?” She gasped, breathless, even before she could bite her tongue and force herself to shut up.

The entire family was watching. Everyone now knew or suspected there could be some drama. And their attention only grew, like bees on honey.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. And I don’t care about that stuff either,” she dismissed them all and, with her coffee mug, proceeded to leave and exit from the backdoor, finding some peace on the patio.

Erika dug her hand into her cardigan pocket and picked up the cigarettes, feeling the need to calm her nerves.

She sat down on the steps of the back porch, leaving her cup of coffee by her side and lighting herself a cigarette. The moment she inhaled the hot smoke into her lungs, was the second she found herself able to breathe again.

Her eyes were stinging because of the tears she was desperately trying to keep back. She squeezed herself into the light cardigan she was wearing, curling up on herself. Everyone was going on with their lives. Everyone was still existing. When she felt like she was stuck to a single moment from two months ago and had no guarantee she’d ever made it out.

What if Kyle had moved on? But then why would he ask about her?

What if she was only fooling herself and would have never changed? Never enough to be good for him, anyway.

The back door opened and closed as the wood of the patio creaked under someone’s weight.

“Go away, mum,” Erika warned, looking straight in front of her, not in the mood to have a conversation. “I don’t want to talk.”

“Good thing I am not your mother, sweetheart,” Her dad's soft chuckle slipped right through her. He sat by her side on the steps and gathered his hands on his knees, not saying a word more. He just sat there, with her, looking into the garden.

He was a sweet man. Maybe oblivious sometimes. A perfect match to her mum. He wasn’t too good with small talk, but he was there and that was what counted, even when Erika didn’t ask for it or want it. That’s where Mark learned to be so caring, most of the time.

He wasn’t a bad father, but Erika did find herself to hate him in their youth since he was more at work than home. Now, she knew it never meant he didn’t love his children, but at the time, a lot of the bad stuff she was doing she did also to get his attention.

She pushed her cigarette packet over to him, offering a smoke that he accepted gladly. “Your mother can be intense sometimes, I know. She doesn’t do it intentionally.”

“I know.”

“And sometimes she doesn’t read the room either,”

Erika still found the strength to chuckle, nodding. “No. She doesn’t, does she?”

Her dad leaned against her, giving her a small bump shoulder to shoulder. “She only means well. She wants to make sure you are ok.”

“But I am ok! I’ve been saying it every day,”

“Yeah?” Her dad looked right at her. Both she and Mark were a spitting image of the man. “I don’t want to overstep, but it looks to me like you are always so sad.”

“But I am ok, dad,” Erika still pushed out a soft smile, looking at him. “I could be so much worse,” she didn’t need to explain, “instead I am here, sober and doing my thing. I am ok.”

“And I am proud of what you are doing. I have to admit when you came back so abruptly, I was scared you’d fall back into the old habits. But you can’t just take care of your responsibilities.”

“What am I supposed to take care of?”

“This,” he tapped his chest, sending her a meaningful look. “You do not have to talk about it with me. But find someone to talk about it, because what you are carrying will eat you up, one day.”

Erika thought her dad’s words would have hurt her. She was ready to react her usual way, closing up. Instead, she took a deep breath, feeling some sort of release abandoning her chest. “I don’t have friends here. Mum only keeps trying to fix me up with Trevor who’s now convinced he has a chance.” She chuckled, but it wasn’t funny, “I used to talk about this stuff with Mark.”

“I know, sweetheart,”

“But then I fell for Kyle and,”

“That Aussie Arrow boy?”

“Yes.” Erika felt the boulder pressing on her rolling off her chest. It was the first time she admitted to someone else what she felt for Kyle. For the first time in months, she felt empty and free. It wasn’t relieving enough to push her pain off, but it made it so she could breathe easier. “I didn’t tell Mark. I kept it a secret for maybe too long. In the beginning, I thought I could pretend it wasn’t happening. I knew I wasn’t right for Kyle. But it got progressively worse and I just couldn’t stay away. To the point, Mark became suspicious first and protective after. Kyle is like a younger brother to him. He wants to protect him from harm, I know that. I respect that. Only he thought I was going to be harmful.”

“Is that why you don’t talk anymore?”

“He said some pretty bad things to me about my past. Made me think I wasn’t good enough. So, I bolted. Breaking Kyle’s heart in the process. And now, here I am, trying to keep it together. So, I am fine, dad.” She tried her best to smile, even though her chin was shaking and her eyes were glossed by the tears she couldn’t keep back anymore. “I fucked up. I had something good going on and I ruined it.”

Her dad left her the space to cry, rolling an arm around her shoulders and pulling her to his side, cradling her softly. “I am sorry, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead once she calmed down, trying to lift the mood slightly. “And what did Kyle think about you not being good enough?”

“He would have skipped backwards for me.” She smiled distractedly.

“I like this boy,” her dad smiled proudly.

“He doesn’t know what I did though. He doesn’t know who I was I couldn’t tell him.”

“But he didn’t meet the girl you were. He met you for you.”

“But I am still so ashamed. My past doesn’t stop existing just because I decide to change.”

“But look where you are now and all the things you accomplished, honey.”

“And look all the bad I did, too. Mark wasn’t wrong, doubting me-”

“Don’t justify Mark.” Her father simply and calmly huffed, as if he was settling a quarrel between two kids over a toy, “Your brother should have known better. He should have expressed his fears differently trying to be more understanding, not making it so to scare you off and making you burn bridges.”

“Maybe. But what if he’d end up being right? What if I don’t deserve that kind of happiness? What if I keep fucking up?”

“But what if you don’t?” Her father made her look at him, pulling out a sweet smile, “What if you are sober, keeping the pieces together and doing ok?”

“That’s so scary, dad.”

“I know, honey, I know.” He patted her on the shoulder then, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, passing it over to her. “Call your brother.”

Erika froze, looking down at the black screen of the phone he handed her. She held her breath, trying to find a way to put her thoughts in order and find some common sense. But she had none left. It was either keep running away and ignoring things or decide it was time to grow up and forgive.

“He’s having a match right now.” She hesitated, trying to find an excuse.

“We both know he’ll be done soon. If not already.” Her father released the soft sigh of someone wise enough to know better. “Call Mark, darling. It doesn’t need to be to reconcile. But you need to unload what you have inside. And that’s the only way.” He pushed the cigarette butt into a soil pot and then leaned in, kissing her temple, before standing up.

There was something unspoken going on with her parents. The less they reminded her of what she did in her past and the bad she caused, the easier it was for her to feel at ease enough to feel like she belonged with them. It wasn’t enough to let her forget and she still didn’t like the idea of living in Brisbane in the long term. But for now, she was already juggling too many plates, she didn’t have the time or focus to think about the future that way.

“I’ll be inside, making sure no one is disturbing you,” her dad continued, “Especially that Trevor guy.”

“Thank you, dad,” she didn’t necessarily refer only to that last part. She was truly grateful.

Her father replied with a simple yet meaningful nod before disappearing into the house, leaving her all the time and space she needed.

#kyle fletcher #kyle fletcher smut #kyle fletcher x reader #kyle fletcher x ofc #kyle flecther fanfic #aew fanfiction

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mikeys-magic-graveyard · 2 years

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What pets would the cast of TR and FMA have?

What pets would the TR cast have?

This seems like a fun asf one! Also ima expand just a lil more on a few :) i think i also might do demon slayer bc theres no requests for it :( link to FMA ver || link to demon slayer ver

Please note i havent read the manga so ill take a shot at a few characters who i think I understand their personalities but if im wrong dont @ me

Mikey

This bitch totally has a ferret named sherlock stinky. Fight me. He makes sure to take extra special care of him, because he was a surprise from shinichiro before, yk- :(

Draken

He owns a snake, 100% and a fucking HUGE one at that. (Its a hefty burmie) It freaks emma and takemichi the fuck out. lowkey mikey too. (Takemichi cried ofc)

While working on his bike he just lets it chill out on the bike/around his neck. He also probably has a beardie and has looked into crocodiles (hes a sucker for reptiles and honestly me too man) draken be like

Takemichi

He has a hamster and a few zebra tetras. He cant handle much more the that. Also this poor sucker cannot keep a hamster alive, he will treat it with the utmost care and love and its still gonna die in abt a month or two

Mitsuya

Hes also probably a snake dude. Actually was the one who recommended the dude draken got his snake from. He prefers a smaller snake though. He has two, a green tree python and a lavender coloured corn snake. In winter he makes them lil sweaters, he will make one for drakens snake too, even if its a bit of work, yk? He also probably has one of those really pretty fish tanks that him and his sisters set up 🥺🥺 (maybe sum like this? 👇)

Baji

He would have a cat 100% he probably brings all sorts of animals home, not just cats. The list so far is 2 birds, a squirrel, a dog, 2 cats, a salamander, a rabbit, ALMOST a chicken from a petting zoo, a decent amount of toads, and tadpoles i have brought all of these home and more he also is the one his mom calls when she sees a mouse, she never lets him keep it :(

Chifuyu

Cats, cats, cats. He also helps baji catch random animals. Idk what else to say abt him 😭😭

Kazutora

Once again, cats. He has considered some sort of rodent but decided against it, later on he got a cockatiel. He also has a few catfish :)

Kawata twins

They probably have to share a pet and fought over what to get. Smiley wanted a ferret and Angry wanted a mouse

In the end they ended up with a turtle.

They love him to death but still bicker over what rodent they should’ve gotten instead

Im sure they also own a few little fish, they seem like they’d go for something a lil more basic

Souya wanted a betta, nahoya wanted a goldfish therefore staring up the sibling rivalry again

Souya drew the short straw so they ended up with an oranda goldfish nahoya named “nerd”

Haitani brothers

These fuckers have pet tarantulas. These assholes love scaring people with them

ran got sanzu by surprise once and made him scream like a little girl

Ran has a mexican red knee and will sometimes take her with him to do shit, she normally poses no issues (mex red knees r VERY docile and calm)

Rindou opted for a cobalt blue tarantula for his first one, he later on realized his mistake. (Ran totally knew they’re NOT for newbies to arachnid care but said nothing lol)

Rin will sometimes get jealous of his brother for having a pet he can actually handle. Ran just chuckles at him and refuses to share his

Kisaki

He has one of those REALLY fucking annoying and aggressive chihuahuas. He brings it EVERYWHERE and carries it in a dumb little bag

Shall i say more?

Hanma

Somehow, SOMEHOW AND SOMEWHERE this fucker got his hands on a horse, nobody knows where it came from, why he got a horse, and where tf he keeps it 💀 but he has been spotted with it on multiple occasions. He got himself a black forest horse.

After about 6 months it dissapeared and he got something normal

It was a german sheppard

Sanzu

Ok so i can see sanzu having a nice collection of tropical fish

His prized fish is a platinum arowana, considering the cost and rarity of the mutation.

He also really likes longnose hawkfish

He has one pet octopus that has escaped 3 times now. Hes finally got him in a secure tank.

Idk if im forgetting anyone, its like 5am so forgive me 😭

bonus hc: episode 21/chapter 61 spoilers, small manga spoiler (its the future shit)

In the pet shop after Baji’s death, Chifuyu and Kazutora keep a large, black, longhaired cat around the shop named Kei. He’s a bit of a trouble maker and an asshole to anyone but them and they really believe its baji reincarnated 😭🥺

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cloudycleric · 2 years

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…if I can request a drabble (ofc if you don’t like the prompt u don’t have to), maybe Mike and Will newly dating going on their first date? I’m a big sucker for first dates in fic.

I hope you’re having a wonderful day!!☺️

yes! of course:)

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“Okay, uhm, I’ll see you then.”

Will put down the phone and buried his head in his hands, his cheeks warm. His sister, Eleven, looked at him confusedly.

“Why are you hiding in your hands?” She stood up to get closer to him, for she was across the room and didn’t like talking louder in order for him to hear her and vice versa.

“I uhm, it’s nothing.”

“Well, it doesn’t sound like nothing,” Joyce tuned in, cooking eggs and bacon for dinner (Eleven had found out the concept of ‘breakfast for dinner’ and insisted they try it for dinner some night. Tonight was that night). “Eleven, I think Will has a date,” she said, smiling with a slight nod towards her son.

“Mom, it is not a date. I’m just going to hang out with Mike later today.”

“Mike?” Eleven perked up.

Will had realized that nobody has spoken his name since Eleven and Mike had broken up. Though both of them decided it was for the best, there was an awkward energy surrounding the subject as it was still a fresh wound. This made things especially awkward considering that Will was now “dating” Mike. Or something like that.

Will hastily rolled up his sleeves, too hot from the summer heat. His yellow sweater was quite hot, but despite the rising temperatures Will found comforting it wearing it. It was bright, like the sun, with orange and red undertones, a color palette that Will couldn’t help but give a slight smile when he saw.

(“That color fits you,” Mike said, taking a step towards Will. He put his hands on Will’s shoulder.

Will looked up, his eyes wide. He had just confessed his love for Mike, still crying a bit and red as a tomato.

Mike slightly tugged at the collar line of Will’s yellow sweater, “it looks good.”)

“Yeah, uh, Mike. He wanted to go get sorbet at this new shop in town.” Will wanted to get out of the house as quick as possible. He didn’t want to explain to Eleven that he was kissing her ex, or to his mom that he was in love with another boy (though she would probably supportive). He wanted to escape his home the fastest he could, he could feel his bike yearning for the asphalt, his stomach for some ice cream, and his hand- itching without Mike’s in it.

He hastily ran past Eleven, past his mom, and headed straight for the garage. “I’ll be back at five!”

Will closed the door before he could get an answer, heart beating from adrenaline. Part of him hated it. But more importantly, part of him liked it. Being secret. Holding hands under the table. Closing the door behind them.

He picked up his bike and left, using the adrenaline to increase his speed.

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Mike checked his watch. He was pacing in front of the new French restaurant in town, anxiously waiting for Will to show up. He was about to start walking towards his house, so he could at least meet him in the middle, when he saw the bright ball of sunshine standing on his bike, pedaling towards him.

He was suddenly filled with joy. A joy he had never known until recently, when Will confessed to him. And, now, they were on a date. An actual date. Though nobody could know, just the thought of them being together, on a date, it was enough to make Mike’s whole week.

He ran towards Will, who had dropped the bike a few yards away. They ran to each other, exactly how they do in those cheese romance movies. But neither of them cared, they just wanted to touch the other, make sure that they were real, that they were actually starting a relationship together.

They embraced in a tight hug, Will’s fingers exploring Mike’s hair, Mike gripping his fluffy sweater, the one he loved oh so dearly, like his life depended on it.

“Hi,” Will started. He was out of breath not only because of the race to meet his new boyfriend (though they have felt like they had been boyfriends for ages) but also because looking at Mike just took the wind out of him.

Mike cupped Will’s cheek, about to go in for a light kiss, but instead, he was struck by a fear once he realized they were out in public. Anyone could see them. Nobody would accept them.

So instead, holding pinkies instead of hands, they picked up Will’s bike and walked slowly to the French restaurant. Mike, who kindly offered to order for the both of them some mango sorbet. The restaurant, though small, was charming, with old garden chairs, yellow string lights decorating the ceilings, the faint smell of some dessert baking wafting from the kitchen.

Will held open the door for Mike, holding an bowl filled with orange-yellow colored sorbet.

They took a seat in the outdoor seating area, similarly decorated but less crowded. When they sat down, Mike placed down the sorbet and immediately moved his hand to Will’s.

“It feels weird to be on a date,” he says. “Good weird. Like, exciting, I guess? Or, something like-”

Will laughed. “Yes, yes, Mike, I know what you mean.” He grabbed a spoon from off the table, and took a big bite of the sorbet. “Jesus, this is delicious. We have to come here more often.”

Mike couldn’t concentrate. The date, the public setting, secretly touching hands. It was too much, overrun with energy, his senses heightened. For the first time in his life, he seemed to have thoughts. Too many of them.

“What?” Will waved his free hand in front of Mike’s face. “Miiiiiike.”

“Oh- yeah? Sorry, I just, uhm...” He fiddled with the napkin laid out on the table before them. “It’s just-”

“It’s just what?” Will’s eyes fled with concern. Was he doing something wrong? Did he ruin the date? What was Mike thinking about? Did he no longer want to be with Will? Did-

Then Mike kissed him. In public, under the summer sky. Visible to the road, anyone could see them easily. But in that moment, neither of them cared. They just wanted to hold each other, to kiss each other.

It was sweater than the sorbet.

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teehee thank you for this suggestion! im getting through all my suggestions in the order that theyre being asked. so if i dont get to yours tonight, im sorry!!

#byler #mike wheeler x will byers #will byers x mike wheeler #my writing #byler fic #byler fanfic

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year

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Need Time(Pt.19)

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2097

Warnings: light angst, broken heart, playful Rafe

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Getting back to OBX, they drop Sarah off at John B's place while the others get off the boat somewhere else walking Kie home first. Kiara's and JJ's goodbye was awkward and everyone noticed.

Pope and Cleo head off their way and Callie and JJ walk the same way. "Why didn't you tell me?" Callie stops walking to ask JJ.

He turns around to face her, "Tell you what?"

"Don't." Callie starts to cry, "Don't play dumb with me, JJ. Were you really going to kiss Kiara?" JJ sighs realizing Pope told her. "You said to my face, It's hard to keep things from you. How could anyone lie to that face of yours? As you lie to it." Callie raises her child hurt, "Did you want to kiss her?"

"I love you Callie."

"That's not what I asked you, Maybank." She cries more.

"I didn't want to but there was something happening." He tears up.

"Because you liked her... I knew you did when I first moved back. It was obvious. You never got over her?"

"I did like her but not anymore." JJ walks closer to Callie so she steps back.

"You were going to kiss her while I was below deck. And she was going to kiss you too. Pope said he heard you say, you can't." She wipes her tears away, "Anytime Rafe tried anything when I was with you... I didn't say I can't. I said, I'm with JJ and I'm happy." JJ looks down at the ground knowing he screwed up. Callie steps forward grabbing his hand placing his necklace in it, "I get nothing actually happened but I need some time." Callie cries walking home leaving him to cry by himself before heading home as well.

When Callie gets home she walks in, "Will for the last fucking ti-," Tess walks into view stopping seeing Callie standing there.

Callie starts to cry more rushing over to her aunt, who wraps her arms around her crying, "You're okay. Thank god you're okay. I was so worried about you." Tess cries rubbing Callie's back, "Where have you been?"

"Stranded on an island." Callie cries as Tess hugs her tighter, "Where's mom?"

"She left again. Said she's a better mom that way. But you're father is trying to get rights over you because apparently I'm not fit when you go missing." Tess wipes Callie's tears away.

"How could anyone agree to that with his record?"

"I don't know. Where's JJ?" Tess asks making Callie tear up more.

"Went home. I kinda broke up with him because he almost kissed Kie. Pope saw and told me when JJ didn't. Told him I need some time." She explains.

Tess shakes her head, "Would you take him back? That's your soulmate, Callie."

"I need time... Right now, I just want to shower and stay home." Callie says so Tess walks her upstairs.

JJ was home alone messing with his bike when Kie showed up, "Hey, what's with the sign?" She walks up to him.

"Eviction notice. For, like, nonpayment or whatever. Doesn't matter. This place sucks anyway. Great to be back in the Outer Banks, right?" JJ huffs.

"Why aren't you at Callie's?" She asks him, "Why do you have your necklace back? Thought that was her wedding ring?" Kie notices it.

"Because I hurt her." JJ's voice cracks, "She broke up with me because of what happened between you and me. Pope told her what he saw and she's upset I didn't tell her. I had to hear her cry to me that part of me still has a thing for you. That I just said I can't when she tells Rafe, she's with me and happy." JJ looks over at Kie crying, "I messed up, Kie. I lost the only thing I care about because of whatever happened on the stupid boat. What happened is weird. It shouldn't have happened."

"It was weird... I know you were with Callie and I'm a terrible friend. But deep down I wanted something to happen. I fell for you being stuck on the island and I know it's bad." Kie explains to him.

JJ shakes his head, "I'm sorry, Kie but you missed your chance. Yeah, I liked you but I love Callie. She's my everything and I don't have that anymore. I don't have parents, and I don't have a house. I don't have shit!" JJ raises his voice pissed off at himself, "No Morgan stays with a Maybank..." JJ says to himself, "I did this to myself." JJ gets on his bike leaving Kie there.

Kie heads over to Callie's house to talk to her about everything. As Kiara knocks on the door Tess opens it giving her a disappointed look, "I just want to talk to her." Kiara sighs.

"She's in her room. I don't know if she's in the mood." Tess lets her in and Kie head upstairs to Callie's room to see her door slightly open.

"Can we talk?" Kie pushes the door open making Callie look over at her.

"It's a little late to tell me. Pope was the good friend." Callie holds her pillow closer to her chest.

"I know it was wrong that something could have happened but nothing did and I'm sorry." Kiara walks into the room.

"You wanted something to happen and you have feelings for him. I can tell." Callie doesn't look at her.

"You broke his heart leaving him."

"He broke mine first and you helped. I just want to be alone, Kie. I get it, I do. I mean it's JJ." Callie sighs so Kie leaves.

Tess walks into Callie's room giving her a supportive smile, "Wanna go take your mind off of things? Get someone to eat? Drink some?"

"Drink? Can you buy me alcohol,"

"That was the plan." Tess smiles so Callie smiles.

"Let me get change." Callie jumps up so Tess leaves the room while Callie gets dressed. She put on some black high waist cut off denim shorts with a baby blue tie mesh halter top and black converse.

They go off to a little place where they wouldn't run into anyone but as they walk in Barry sees Callie, "Pogue Princess, welcome back home." He walks up to her and her aunt as they take a seat.

"I just want to relax with my aunt, Barry " Callie looks up at him from her seat as her aunt goes to get them drinks.

"I'm just welcoming you back, girl. Nothing else. You've talked to Rafe?" He asks her.

"Before stealing his boat in another country, yeah. Why do you ask? I don't know where he is now." She tells him.

"Just asking. Last I talked to him I was responsible for him getting arrested."

"Wait, you were the one that ratted him out? Something Ward did to you I'm guessing." Callie tells him.

"You know your stuff, Cal."

"I know a lot of things. Now excuse me." Callie smiles so Barry leaves as her aunt comes back.

"Becoming friends with drug dealers now?" Tess jokes.

"I wouldn't be surprised." Callie drinks her beer.

Once again after sitting around and drinking, Tess has to use the bathroom again because her middle aged bladder couldn't hold it.

"Look who it is! Look at the Country Club walking in!" Barry shouts making Callie look to see Rafe walk in. She hides her face making sure he doesn't see her.

She was within hearing distance of what he and Barry were talking about and it was about stealing the cross because Ward wanted to take it from Rafe.

"Also your Pogue Princess is right there." Barry points out Callie as he leaves making Callie give up.

"Fuck you, Barry!" She flips him off.

"Well, well, well." Rafe looks over at her so she gets up going over taking Barry's old spot.

"Yeah, I made it home." She gives him a smile, "Thanks to your boat, of course."

"I'm not forgiving you for that."

"It's okay, I won't forgive you for a lot of shit either. I mean ours are very different things though." She props her elbows on the table resting her chin in her hands.

Automatically Rafe notices she wasn't wearing JJ's necklace at the moment, "What? The necklace break?" He motions to her making her sassy energy disappear in a blink of an eye.

"No, it didn't break..." She moves her hands to look down at them telling herself to keep it together, "I actually really don't want to talk about it but I gave it back to him." Callie's voice cracks.

"Callie..." Rafe says so she looks up at him with glassy eyes. Rafe stands up grabs her arm walking them out onto the dock outside, "What did he do?" Rafe asks her as she looks down trying her best to hold back the tears. "Callie, what did JJ do for you to break up with him?" He asks again causing her to let the tears fall but still doesn't look at him. "How did he hurt you?" Rafe picks her head up so she will look at him.

"He and Kie almost kissed but Pope interrupted them before anything happened. JJ nor Kie told me but Pope let me know. They both wanted it to happen but JJ kept saying he loves me so I told him I need time." Callie breaks down again.

Rafe reaches out placing his hand on the back of her head pulling her into his chest cradling her head as she sobs into him, "Out of all people I didn't expect him to be like that." Callie snakes her arms around his waist.

"I didn't either." He rests his chin on top of her head.

Tess walks back in not to see Callie at the table so she looks around to see her outside with some guy that wasn't any of the Pogues. She walks closer to their table to see that the guy was Rafe, "Huh..." Tess takes a seat watching the two outside.

"You run out of tears yet?" Rafe plays with Callie's hair as he still holds her head to him.

"I'm sure I can produce more if I try." Callie steps out of his touch. "Thank you for that. I really needed that." Callie gives him a genuine smile.

"I could tell."

"We aren't supposed to be getting along like this. I mean I help steal your boat." Callie tries to change the mood.

"That's right." Rafe picks her up making her squeal as he throws her into the water. "Payback!" He laughs as she comes up.

"I wasn't even the one to push you. Nor did I know she was going to do that to you!" She swims to get out of the water. Callie reached up for Rafe's hand so he reaches to help pull her out of the water but she pulls him into the water. "Payback now."

"I hate you." They both get out of the water.

"Callie." Tess walks out looking at the two with a slight smirk.

"Hello, Tess." Rafe gives her a wave and smiles.

"Rafe." She nods her head at him. "Ready to head back home?" Tess asks.

"Yeah, I'm soaking wet as you can see."

"I can see that." Tess chuckles.

"Bye asshole." Callie walks towards her aunt:

"Bye, princess."

The entire way home Tess was asking questions about Callie and her relationship with Rafe so Callie explained literally everything except the Joey part. Pulling up to the house Callie sees JJ sitting outside.

"I understand you want time to yourself but I'm here on Pogue business." JJ calmly explains.

Tess gives Callie a look so she nods her head. As Tess walks towards the house she stops to pull JJ into a hug, "I'm glad you are okay too. I was worried about all of y'all. Glad to have y'all back home." Tess tells him then goes inside leaving the two alone.

"What's the Pogue business?"

"Rafe's back on the island. Sarah saw him but get this. The cross is coming to Wilmington tomorrow night so we're back in the game. We can steal the cross back." Rafe explains to her.

"That's only if Barry doesn't get to it first." Callie says confusing him. "I know Rafe is back, I just saw and talked to him. I was eavesdropping on his and Barry's conversation. Rafe wants Barry to steal it so they can sell the cross. 50/50."

"You talked to Rafe?"

"Kinda why I'm wet... payback for Kie pushing him overboard so he threw me into the water." Callie laughs.

"So we're coming up with a plan to get it back?"

"Yeah." Callie nods her head ready to go inside now.

"Callie." JJ sighs.

"JJ, we're Pogues for life that's never going to change. We're good that way but I'm hurt and a few hours isn't enough time." She explains walking towards the door.

"I completely understand. I did this to us. See you tomorrow for our heist?"

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, J." Callie heads inside while JJ rides off.

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