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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Damon x reader - don’t call me that

can i request one where reader always call damon some kind of pet name that when reader called him by his name he gets pouty?? - Anon💜

Sitting on the couch, you were aimlessly flicking through some films trying to find something to watch when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hey love!” You called.

“I thought you had work?” Damon asked.

You shrugged a little as you leant your head back to looked at him in the doorway of the living room.

“Closed for the night, had some paperwork to do so I decided to close up but I finished it all an hour ago. The owner said it was cool. Where were you?”

“Some crap to do with Elena wasn’t really paying attention.”

You laughed a little bit and shook your head at Damon as he walked over and jumped over the couch to sit next to you.

Holding his arms out, he waited for you to crawl into his arms and held you against his chest.

He picked up the tv remote and carried on flicking through the films you were looking at while he ran his fingers through your hair.

“What time do you start tomorrow?” Damon asked.

“It’s my day off, one of the college kids wanted some extra shifts so the store owner is gonna train them up on some stuff.”

Damon grinned a little to himself and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Does that mean movies, snacks and cuddling?”

“Of course it does my dear.” You chuckled.

So that’s how you guys spent the rest of the night, you ordered some food, gathered some snacks from the cupboard and binged loads of films.

You woke up the following morning with your head tucked under Damon’s chin, his arms wrapped tightly around you, your legs tangled with his while he was still fast asleep.

You wiggled free from his grasp and padded out to the kitchen to get a drink and look for something to eat.

Humming to yourself, you settled on making some pancakes and got everything out and ready while you started to make the batter mix.

It wasn’t long before you heard Damon getting up and wondering around.

“Hey breakfast is my job.”

“You were still asleep.” You shrugged.

Breakfast flew by and you had to go meet the others to discuss some stuff, and while you didn’t really have to be there Damon did.

You decided to tag along because you were bored and Damon gave you a gentle kiss before he entered the door before he gestured for you to follow him into the boarding house.

“You don’t have to be here you know.” He whispered.

Looking up at him, you nodded.

“I know, but it’s my day off I wanna be with you.”

“I know I’m just to damn irritable.” He smirked.

Rolling your eyes, you slipped your hand into his, and played with the ring on his finger while he half listened to whatever was being said.

He was scrolling through his phone, occasionally showing you something he thought you would like or something you found funny.

What caught your attention was someone saying his name in an angry tone and you looked up to see Ric scowling at Damon.

“Are you even paying attention Damon? This is important, it’s Elena’s life we’re trying to save.” He snapped.

“Yeah yeah I know, but this isn’t going to work and you know it.” Damon shrugged.

“It’s our only choice at this point.” Stefan sighed.

“Just go in there and kill them all, problem solved.” Damon said.

Everyone sighed at him.

“It’s not that simple, we do that and they kill my sister. Would you do that if it were (Y/N)?”

“I would’ve killed them all the moment they took (Y/N).” Damon growled, “it’s not my fault you’re all to scared to do anything about it.”

“We’re not all as reckless and stupid as you.” Jeremy snapped.

You felt Damon tense up, and you gripped his hand a little tighter, making him turn his attention to you.

“Calm down my love…” you whispered.

He nodded his head and took a deep breath.

“What? Nothing to say?” Jeremy scoffed.

Damon growled a little bit didn’t do anything and Jeremy stood up.

“You owe everything to my sister, (Y/N) hasn’t done anything for you!”

This time Damon rushed forward, pinning Jeremy to the wall while everyone tried to pry him off the teen.

You stood up.

“Love come on, let him go.”

Placing a hand on Damon’s arm, you tried to get his attention.

Nothing would work, no matter how many pet names you called him, no matter how much you asked him again and again to let Jeremy go and he wouldn’t.

Sighing, you took a step back and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Damon let him go right now.” You snapped.

Damon whipped his head towards you and dropped Jeremy, walking over he stood in front of you, placing his hands on your cheeks.

“Don’t call me that…” he pouted.

“You wouldn’t listen.”

“Don’t call my name, I don’t like it when you call me by my name…”

Reaching up, you placed your hands on his arms and sighed, leaning slightly into his touch as you closed your eyes for a second.

“I want you to apologise to Jeremy, he’s just worried about his sister and wants her to be safe.”

Damon grumbled something under his breath and walked around you, slipping his arms around your waist as he put his head on your shoulder.

“Will you stop using my name if I do…?” He mumbled.

You nodded and he sighed.

“Fine, I guess im sorry but I’d do it again.”

“That’s as good as im going to get isn’t it?” Jeremy asked.

Damon nodded his head and Jeremy sighed rolling his eyes.

They all went back to discussing what to do while Damon turned you around, hands planted on your waist.

“Are you happy now?”

“Much. Thank you darling.”

Leaning up you kissed his cheek and led him back to the couch to carry on with the meeting.

He sat there and just listened, still slightly pouting at the fact that you had called him by his name and not one of the pet names you usually called him

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries x you #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore

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andysorbit · 11 months

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Home (M)

non idol!Jaehyun x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, smut, oral sex (male receiving), semi public, dirty talk, cum swallowing, lowkey breeding kink, light snowballing

genre: smut, romance, slice of life

word count: >1K

note: I had me a lil Jaehyun brain rot at like an hour ago and I had to get this off my chest. do I love it? no but the thought wouldn't let me sleep.

part 2 can be found here

Jaehyun fumbles with a loose thread on his t-shirt. You stare on in silence, waiting for him to say something.

"I uh... you wanna go to the store with me?" he asks awkwardly.

You two were arguing again. This time, over finding a new apartment to move into. You liked the new building that was almost complete a few blocks away but Jaehyun was more than happy to move up to the top floor of the building you already live in.

You both had wanted it when you moved in and the plan was to take it once it became vacant but that new building sure is a lot prettier.

"No, I don't wanna go anywhere with you," You reply as you cross your arms.

He shrugs, "Well then don't ask for shit because I'm not bringin' you shit. You want it, come get it."

"Fine. I'll come but you better not say shit to me," You sigh as you turn to get your wallet off of the dresser.

"The fuck are you bringing your wallet for? Leave it. I'll pay," he says peevishly.

"Fuck you and your money. I'll pay for my own shit," You snap as you shove your wallet into your back pocket.

Jaehyun scoffs, "Fuck you too. I'll be in the car. Hurry up or I'm leaving and you can walk," he says as he heads out.

"Leave if you want to- watch me change those locks before your flat ass gets back!" You call out.

A "fuck you, my ass is fine!" booms through the apartment and then you hear the front door slam.

You roll your eyes and decide to take your time getting to the car.

Once inside the car, you sit in silence as Jaehyun drives. The silence is thick and you keep your eyes out the window. The night air is cool and you roll your window up a bit.

Jaehyun does the same, "There's an ice cream sale at the grocery store across town so that's where we're going... in case you were wondering."

"But did I ask?" You mumble.

Jaehyun sighs, "Well, I figured you would eventually since you question everything I do anyway."

"When have I ever questioned you?" You scoff as you turn to glare at Jaehyun.

"This whole shit with the goddamn apartment! That was the plan since we moved in- take the smaller one and wait it out and if it wasn't available by the time we hit thirty, then we'd look elsewhere- so now- literally not even a whole fucking year later, you wanna deviate from the plan and keep asking me if I'm sure I don't wanna leave altogether! Like I'm too stupid to know what I want!" he yells.

"I never said you were!" You yell back.

"Really? 'Oh, c'mon, Jae... are you sure? Really just think about it. I think if you really think about it, you'd like it.' I did think about it and I still don't like it! The top floor gives you the view of the water just like you wanted, we're good with all of our neighbors, most of what we need is within walking distance- this is a fucking penthouse that's in our budget- why are you not happy about this?"

"Well I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you that I talked with the owner of the building."

"You're gonna fucking leave me? Over a goddamn apartment? Really Y/n?"

You groan, "No, Jaehyun! The owner was telling me about the floorplans and there's no space for expanding the family if we move in. That's what I was gonna tell you before you got your lil attitude. Fuck!"

"Oh shit, really?" he asks incredulously. The crease he's had in his brow all day finally softens and he purses his lips.

"Yeah... The closets are too small, he canceled the balcony plans, the kitchen is more like a kitchenette, and there's no room for a washing machine or a dryer so we'll lose more than we gain... You thought I was gonna dump you for an apartment?"

"I dunno. Maybe? I'm sorry but like... we've been fighting a lot and I didn't know what to think," he replies sheepishly.

"The day our arguments become sexless, prepare for the worst because that's when you should be worried about me leaving. You're my home, okay? Whether we stay where we are, or move upstairs, or move into a boat- I just wanna be with you."

Jaehyun laughs softly, "Well since that's resolved... You said my ass is flat. Apologize."

You smile and lean over to kiss him softly, "Push your seat all the way back, daddy... I'll apologize."

Jaehyun presses the button on the side of his seat and slowly he moves backwards. It brings a funny lightness to this moment.

When he's as far back as he can go, he leans the seat back then his hand comes up to grab you by the back of your head and he brings you in for a searing kiss.

His tongue licks against yours as his free hand gets his pants open, "D'you know how fucking hot you are when you're angry?" he purrs.

You reach down to palm him through his jeans, "Is that why you're so hard?" You sigh as you shift enough to lean over.

"I love it because I get to put you back in your place after... now get to it," he says and pushes your head down.

He hits the back of your throat and you moan as you suck him hungrily.

"Such a good girl... just like that... yeah, baby," he sighs as his hand gently strokes your head.

You hum as you take him in as far as you can and Jaehyun holds you there for a moment before pulling you up to kiss him, "Not so quick to talk shit now, huh?" he says and pushes you back down.

He holds your head steady as he fucks into your mouth. You moan and gag around him, "Take it, slut," he moans.

And you do take it; each slow thrust. Every time the head of his cock hits your throat, you moan. You can feel your panties getting soaked and you squeeze your thighs together.

Jaehyun's thrusts get sloppy, "Gonna swallow daddy's cum like a good girl, right?" he sighs.

You hum eagerly. Hot cum shoots into your mouth and you greedily milk his cock for every drop you can get. You slowly ease him out of your mouth before giving the head of his cock a soft suck; hoping for more.

"God... every time you do something like this... all I can think about is how much of my cum we're wasting because... fuck..." He trails off as you continue to suck on the head of his cock.

"As much as I love seeing you swallow, I'd much rather pump that little pussy with my cum til it's leaking out... maybe get you pregnant... You wanna be full of my cum, right?"

You nod.

"Fuck... tell me you're mine... say it," he sighs as he pulls you back up to kiss him. He licks into you mouth and you share the traces of his cum that's left.

"I'm yours, daddy," You mumble against his lips.

He presses his forehead to yours, "Yeah fuckin' right you are," he chuckles.

#neoculturecollectives #nct #nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #ambw smut #ambw fic #ambw kpop #ambw nct #kpop ambw #nct x black!reader #nct x plus sized reader #Jaehyun #jaehyun smut #kvanity #kpop smut for black girls

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focsle · 1 year

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"Here I am scribbling nonsense [in] when I should be engaged in the more useful [and] occupation of washing out some very dirty clothes of which I am the happy owner so with the permission of the reader if I am so fortunate as to have one I will once more haul taut + belay." - William Douglass Buel, whaler on the bark Wave, 1856

Since I am unable to do my heaps of laundry today because someone has inconsiderately monopolized AAAAALL the machines, it's time to write a post about whaleship laundry day to quell my fury!

"A person unused to the sight of the ship would take the Old Lucy Ann for a ready made clothing store, the rigging being hung full of wet clothing" wrote John Martin of his ship on laundry day in 1842.

As always, laundry was a dreaded task but also an absolutely necessary one, especially given how begrimed (or as one whaler put it, 'beshit') things would get on a whaler. William Abbe, a greenhand on the Atkins Adams in 1858, most viscerally described the mess that came from the work:

"To turn out at midnight and put on clothes soaked in raw oil. To go on deck and work for Eighteen hours among blubber—slipping + stumbling on the sloppy decks til you are covered from crown to heel with oil—eating with oily hands oily grub—drinking from oily pots til your mouth and lips have a nauseating oily luster—turning in for a few hours sleep — after wiping off your bare body with oakum to take off the thickest of the oil"

So you gotta clean that shit! 'Clean'. A relative sort of word.

First, whalers soaked their dirty clothes in the communal urine barrel, as the ammonia content of stale urine was one of the few things strong enough on board to start to cut through the grease. Sometimes the clothes would be towed behind the ship afterwards to rinse them, but that wasn't always the case. Rainwater was also collected in anticipation of wash day to have fresh water to rinse with. With this fresh water, a lye was also made using the ashes and crispy blubber scraps come from the trying out process. The deck would be washed in a similar way after trying out a whale, often using a combo of urine, lye, and sand. J.E. Haviland, of the Baltic in 1857 described the laundry work that he had never expected to be doing himself:

"Tomorrow all hands are to wash out their clothes with the ashes made from the scraps These ashes are put in a cask and then pour fresh water in the cask + this makes a very strong Lye which might take all the grease and slush out of the clothes without applying any soap. I have some 12 pieces to wash but I think I can do it as quick and as well as any wash woman. If any one had of told me two years ago I should be obliged to wash my own clothes, say nothing about mending then I should have thought them a fool. But man proposses + God disposses."

Whaling wife Almira Gibbs, who accompanied her family (Captain and young son) aboard more than one whaler had her own recipe for soap, despite Haviland's assertion that it wasn't necessary:

"1 lb castile soap 1 1/4 lb soda 6c worth borax add 5 pts water and let it simmer till it is all dissolved, take it off and add 9 pts water and let it cool."

Whaling wives aboard also complained about laundry and the difficulty of doing it aboard ship. The moldering of clothes in such a damp environment, the constant roll of the vessel sometimes overturning one's tub or making ironing dangerous, having to wait for rainfall for fresh water, and a sunny day for actually performing said wash, were constant features in wives' laments. Mary Lawrence, aboard the Addison in 1860 sarcastically wrote about her laundry attempt thwarted by the weather one July.

July 30 A wonderful circumstance. When we were called this morning, the sun was shining bright. “Now for a washing day,” thought I, “if it is Saturday.” So I went to work; had a large wash, it being four weeks since I had had one before. Just as I got about half through, the fog came thicker than I ever saw it before. I was obliged to put my white clothes in soak and dry the colored clothes in the cabin.

She also mentioned her young daughter Minnie who "took her little tub and washed her dog's bedclothes, for Jip has had a bed all the season that had to be made up like anybody's bed".

Sighting whales at any point would also put an interruption to the wash. This photo taken aboard the Sunbeam by Clifford Ashley in his brief 1904 research trip shows men hoisting up the whaleboats after taking a small whale, their Sunday laundry still hanging between the davits.

I'll close with whaling wife Mary Brewster's description of a wash day following the trying out of a whale on her husband's ship Tiger, one winter day in Magdalena Bay 1847.

"Calm pleasant weather. Employed in sewing till 4 this afternoon, when I went on deck, where I found every part, and everything about, very nice and clean. The sailors all washing up their dirty clothes, both trypots full boiling in ley [lye] and the rigging hung full. A few garments floating which had taken flight overboard to save washing. All presented a lively spectable and I could say with all hands, farewell to Greybacks [lice]."

#awhalin #MAYBE THE MACHINES ARE AVAILABE NOW....

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sunnywrites101 · 5 days

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Spending time with you is a treat

Pairing- luffy x gn/male reader

Genre - FLUFF

Word count- 1,340

CW- tooth rotting fluff

A/N - the result of the poll a couple days ago is here!!! Hope you all enjoy!

When the young emperor of the sea had asked you, his boyfriend, on a date you weren’t expecting much. Honestly maybe just looking for seashells on the beach again, but as soon as you docked at the next island that was admittedly fancier than the last. Nami had insisted on taking you shopping with her and Robin as Sanji marched off dragging Luffy behind him into town. I trusted Sanji well enough to take care of our rambunctious captain. But a part of me was worried about Sanji dragging him off like that as I was hauled in the opposite direction without so much as a kiss from Luffy as Nami and Robin took me into town to get me dressed for my date later.

Nami and Robin got me fitted for a suit; a nice one at that. Nami and Robin smiled when I walked out of the dressing room to go look at myself in the mirror. Nami started discussing payment and haggling with the store owner as Robin walked up to me putting her hands on my shoulders and smoothing out any wrinkles. I relaxed under her hands while smiling softly at her through the mirror. Once Nami had settled the payment for half the price; she started bragging as we left the tailor. Walking down the street back to the Sunny I was greeted by silence. Tilting my head in confusion; looking around and awaiting the inevitable slam of Luffy’s body into mine but it never came.

The only people on the Sunny were a sleeping Zoro, Chopper who had his nose stuffed into a medical book, Franky was busy with Usopp building God knows what and Brook was humming a tune by the mast of the Sunny with his violin in hand. Robin and Nami were giggling behind me as I whipped my head side to side in confusion, but Robin put a hand on my back reassuringly. “He’s probably giving Sanji a run for his money in the market, don’t worry he’ll be back soon, until then relax”. I smiled back at Robin “You always know what to say, Robin” With that, she smirked and walked away with Nami to lounge on their chairs on the deck. I walked to the railing of the Sunny facing the ocean; I watched for hours as the sun started to dip behind the waves and I was beginning to think that Luffy had forgotten about our date.

But right as I was about to lose all hope a pair of hands covered my eyes and as I was about to back up I was met with a chest to my back as he invaded my personal space. I was surprised at first but recovered quickly smiling widely. There was only one man on the entire sunny who covered my eyes, and my suspicions were assured when he laughed that bright overjoyed laugh of his. He took his hands from my eyes and slid them down to my waist. Pulling back from his chest I turned around and gasped, Luffy was in a full black suit, no doubt what Sanji had dragged him into town for. I covered my mouth in awe, he looked stunning, and he had his signature straw hat in his left hand. He had on a headband, that I recognized as Sanji’s, pushing back his hair from his face giving me a full view of his it and the adorable scar under his eye that I loved to kiss when we fell asleep together in his hammock.

Luffy spoke startling me out of my staring. “I think it’s time for our date, sunshine”. I smiled hugging him “I think so too. So, what did you have planned, captain” I teased, although usually Luffy loved being called captain by you but this time was different. “I’m not your captain right now; I’m your boyfriend” he said pouting. I smiled “That’s right, I’m sorry, darling” I responded grabbing his empty hand and interlocking our hands. He put his straw hat on me and pushed the brim down over my eyes as he started pulling me along off the deck of the sunny. I stumbled along after him readjusting his hat on my head so I could see but was stopped abruptly when we reached the docks. “Don’t look! It’s a surprise!” He said defensively, so I settled for looking at my feet so I wouldn’t fall on my face. He started pulling me along when he was satisfied I wouldn’t look up and spoil his surprise for me.

After a while of walking through the town and resisting the urge to look around Luffy came to a stop in front of me causing me to bump into his back. Looking up, finally, I was met with the most expensive restaurant on the island. I gasped, my eyes widening. “Luffy what is this? We don’t have the berries for a place like this” I rambled and Luffy put his hand on my shoulder squeezing it reassuringly. “Don’t worry about it sunshine” and with that, I smiled although a little nervous about how Luffy of all people had gotten a hold of that kind of money. I could only hope he hadn’t struck a deal with Nami. But followed him in nonetheless as he gave his name proudly the waiter gave a nod and led us to a round booth in the back of the restaurant. Luffy with his never-ending enthusiasm jumped into the booth pulling me with him. I laughed softly behind my hand trying not to disturb anyone around us, but Luffy only laughed his full boyish laugh. We spent the rest of the time after ordering talking about our respective dreams.

Luffy only talking about how he’d be the pirate king and that I’d rule alongside him. I agreed with him that my dreams were his dreams and vice versa. When the food came, Luffy as expected ate it all very fast and right when he was about to steal my plate he stopped, smiling at me. “Sorry sunshine, it’s a habit” he apologized I was taken aback. This was Monkey D. Luffy stopping himself from stealing food off my plate and apologizing for it. I side-eyed him suspiciously “Who are you and where’s my Luffy?” He only smiled laughing his signature laugh. I continued to eat as I could see after a while that he was getting impatient, bouncing his leg under the table. I smiled sliding my plate in front of him. His eyes lit up instantly, but he quickly looked at me and then at my plate and back again. “Sunshine are you sure? I don’t want you to be hungry when we go back to the Sunny”.

“I’ll be fine, I’m pretty full anyway. Go ahead and take it, honey” He smiled taking my plate and almost inhaling it. After that, he took my hand and helped me out of the booth. I swear Sanji and Nami had said or done something to Luffy to make him act this way, but I wasn’t complaining. It was a nice change of pace from the usual chaos. Luffy walked up to the front with his hand in mine and when the waiter called for us to stop, I realized too late what was going on: he hadn’t struck a deal with Nami for berries to pay for dinner, he just wasn’t paying. He smiled as wide as his rubber face would allow as my eyes widened. Before I could start shouting at him, he was pulling me down the street laughing as a few marines caught wind of what had happened and started chasing us.

After the initial shock wore off, all I could do was laugh with Luffy coming up the gangway of the Sunny. The rest of the crew was ready to sail and already smiling at us as we crashed into each other on the deck; laughing as we sailed away from the island and onto our next big adventure.

#one piece #one piece oneshots #one piece x reader #one piece x gn reader #one piece fluff #one piece x male reader #luffy x reader #op luffy #op #luffy #monkey d. luffy #one piece luffy #straw hat luffy #mugiwara no luffy #with: luffy #straw hat pirates #straw hat crew

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syddsatyrn · 2 years

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Chapter 1⛤ Chapter 2 ⛤Chapter 3⛤ Chapter 4 ⛤Masterlist

⛤Pairing: - Eddie Munson x Metal!FemReader

⛤Warnings: Mentions of death, swearing, smoking, fluff if you squint.

⛤Words: 3.1k

⛤Song: "Heaven" by The Cure

⛤Series Playlist

⛤Summary: With no one left in Hawkins to tend to your little cousin, you step up and rise to the challenge. Time for a new start and a chance to prove to yourself you can be a responsible adult. But Robin left out one little detail, the hot metal head that lives two doors down.

⛤Notes: This series is 18+ Minors scram. I wanted to write something with Max as the readers little cousin. This will be a 3 part series, I hope. I wanna thank @hellfiremunsonn for being my beta reader, you're a legend.

Chapter 1⛤Navigating New Roads

The sun shines through your windshield as you turn the bend, you quickly grab your sunglasses from the center console and put them on. The fresh Indianna air was clean and crisp, nothing like Atlanta. Motley Crue is blaring through the stereo of your Chevrolet El Camino your Dad passed down to you when you graduated. You check the rearview mirror every so often to make sure your U-Haul is still intact. You’ve been driving for 7 hours now, you managed to find a little rundown motel in Glasgow Kentucky last night and was able to get a little bit of sleep.

A large Earthquake hit Hawkins a year ago and your Aunt Susan didn't make it. You and your mom cried and held each other after you heard the news. We knew she was going through hard times after her husband left, Max told me everything. But you’ve always been fond of Susan, she was a sweet lady, all smiles and laughs. It's going to be tough without her bright smile, visits, and homemade baked goods.

It was then your parents agreed you would move to Indiana and live with your cousin and take care of her. It took some time for you to get your affairs in order so, in the meantime, Max has been staying with the Hendersons. When you told your now ex boyfriend about the move, he literally freaked. He was hysterical and begged you to stay, no matter how many conversations you had explaining why it's the right thing to do. It resulted in a nasty break up that really complicated the moving process. Starting new in Hawkins might just be what you need.

You also missed your baby cousin's freckled face so much. You are both practically sisters rather than cousins. Max was in an accident involving the earthquake that landed her in the hospital for quite some time. She was in a coma and you were absolutely devastated by it. It pains you to think about because you wish you had been there to do something, anything to prevent this. You recall one of Max’s friends was visiting and she suddenly woke up. You remember a girl named El approached you in the waiting room. She told you Max was awake, you hugged her and cried so many tears of relief and happiness. While you were at the hospital, you met a girl named Robin and you both hit it off. She promised you that she would look out for her while you're gone.

Max is still recovering with medications to take and schoolwork to catch up on. She needs a schedule and a guiding hand to get her back on track. Luckily, last time you visited you found an affordable apartment not far from town. The landlord was very kind and cut you a deal after you told him your situation. You have been prepping for this move for months now, saving money, packing, . One of Max’s friends, Robin, works next to a record store. Apparently, she knows the owner really well and dropped your name. You came into the store the next day and filled out the application. It didn't take long for a call to come through at the Henderson household, you got the job and you start the week after you arrive.

Everything seemed to be falling into place. You’re feeling confident about this journey and the sudden change in scenery. Maybe the fresh air might do you some good too. You finally see a sign for a gas station and you pull into the entrance and alongside an open gas pump. Getting out and stretching your arms and legs feels so good, you almost can't feel your butt from sitting for so long. The little bell on the top of the door rings as you enter the station. The attendant looked busy so you walked in and headed straight for the coffee counter. After pouring yourself a cup you walk over to the register and give him cash for gas, coffee, and a pack of “Lucky Strike” filtered cigarettes.

As you are pumping gas you take a sip of the hot bitter liquid and take a deep breath. According to your watch, it's almost 8 am. You should reach Hawkins around noon as long as traffic behaves. You put the nozzle back and quickly hop back in your car. Before you get back on the main road, you slip your sunglasses on, light a cigarette, and turn up the stereo.

“So I'm heading out to the highway

I got nothing to lose at all

I'm gonna do it my way

Take a chance before I fall

A chance before I fall!”

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When you pulled into the driveway you could see the redhead through the front bay window. Max quickly rushes out the front door with a curly-haired boy with a bright blue cap. “Y/N you made it!” Max cheers and jumps into your arms. You laugh and hug her tight, she almost knocks you over completely. “Hey kid, I missed you so much!” You say and gently set her down. “Who's your friend?” You ask, pointing at the little dude with a wide smile.

“This is Dustin. He’s alright I guess.” Max playfully punches his shoulder.

“It's nice to meet you, Y/N!” Dustin says and you shake his hand. Dustin takes a good look at your outfit, black torn jeans, leather jacket, Iron Maiden t-shirt that you cut into a crop top.

“I like your Jacket! You should really meet my friend Eddie, I have a feeling you guys would get along.”

“Thanks, little dude. Y’know…Robin said the same thing.” You turn to Max, “alright, Max, let's go get your stuff.”

Max beamed and went back into the house and you giggled and followed them inside. You have a nice chat with Claudia, Dustin's mom. She tells you all about how Max is doing in school, what kind of medications she's taking and for what, and even some of her recent achievements. She still has some trouble with mobility but it has gotten so much better, Claudia says it's because she's young, she bounced right back. Dustin helps Max grab her suitcases and bags and leaves them next to your car. You thanked Claudia a million times for taking such good care of her and gave her a warm hug. Max said her goodbyes as well, even though she’ll be seeing the boy at school very soon.

“I’m going to miss you so much, sweet pea!” Claudia says with a hug and a kiss on Max’s cheek. You both wave goodbye and you help Max into the passenger side of the car. You get in and smile at her real big, “I got you a present.” and Max’s eyes get wide.

“No way, you didn’t have to get me anything!”

“Yes way, and I wanted to!” You retort and stick your tongue out. You reach behind her seat and struggle a bit but you manage to pull a brand-new skateboard into the front seat and set it on her lap.

“What!? Y/N! This is Amazing!” Max exclaims and turns it over to reveal the colorful rainbow designs on the underside.

“I heard your last one split and two, your Aunt and I put our wallets together and found this at a skate shop in Atlanta.” You explain and she reaches over the center console and hugs you tight.

“This is totally awesome, thank you so much Y/N” She says.

“Alright, alright,” You laugh, “Are you ready to see our new place?” You ask and Max nods. You turn the stereo back to full blast and pull out of the cul de sac.

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You open the front door with your brand-new keys and Max walks inside first. Her backpack slides off her shoulder and onto the floor as she looks around. The living room was attached to the kitchen, with a small hallway leading to two bedrooms and a small bathroom. Robin helped you find some used furniture while you were back in Atlanta. A small couch and a table near the kitchen with two matching chairs. Robin even bought you a phone as a housewarming gift.

“It's not much but it’s ours.” You sigh and Max turns around on her heel.

“I think it’s perfect.” She smiles and you start to head back outside to the car.

“Then it’s settled. Be careful bringing stuff inside, only small things oka–” You barely rounded the corner before you almost collided with a tall figure. You back away quickly, “Shit, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s no big deal, cutie.”

You meet this man's gaze and your heart falls into your stomach. His eyes are like amber pools reflecting the afternoon sunlight. He has long, wavy hair just past his shoulders. He looks like Izzy Stradlin and it's kinda freaking you out.

Max hears his familiar voice, “Munson?”

“In the flesh.” He smiles. “Hey, Red! I didn't know you were moving here?”

“Yeah! This is my cousin, Y/N.”

“Ohh! So you're the cousin everyone keeps talking about.” He simply smiles. “I’m Eddie, I live two doors down.” He holds his hand out and you shyly take it. He brings your hand up to his lips for a quick kiss. A red tint spreads across your face, you’re stunned, everything about him is irresistible. You almost forgot to breathe, god he's so hot.

“The famous Eddie everyone keeps telling me I need to meet.” You say, trying to regain your composure. Max rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. She had every intention of setting you two up, she just didn't think it would happen so soon.

“So, are we going to start unloading or are you going to keep staring at him?” Max says, sarcasm in full force.

“Shut up, Max.” You huff as she passes you on her way to the car.

“I should uhh…probably help her.” You say sheepishly.

“Let me know if you need anything, hmm?” He says while lighting a cigarette. “See ya around?”

“Y-yeah, see ya.” You trail off. You feel like you're suddenly under some sort of spell. You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as you watched him walk away. Black boots, Dio back patch, he was wearing a Metallica T-shirt. The rings on his fingers made you weak, and his lips look so soft.

“Y/N! Hurry up!” Max calls.

“Yeah, yeah I’m comin’! Jeeze!”

Since you were on the ground floor, it made things pretty easy, you were able to move both beds inside by yourself. Max is a trooper and made a huge effort in putting things away. She took frequent breaks and drank lots of water just like you asked. The apartment is starting to look like people actually live here. It's getting late so you ordered a couple of pizzas, cut up the cake and sat across from Max on the floor. You listened to her plans to decorate her bedroom and all her summer adventures. When she mentioned her mom and Billy, her gaze shifted to her hands.

“Hey, Max. I know the wound is still fresh. It's just you and me now. I’ve got your back, you’ve got mine, right?”

“Right.” She agrees with an endearing smile but that smile quickly changes into a mischievous one.

“As long as you don't run away with Eddie and get married!” She mocks and throws a balled-up napkin at your face.

“You are such a brat sometimes!”

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The sun peeks through the curtains and you cover your face with a pillow. It feels like forever since you’ve had a good night's sleep. You sigh and roll out of bed, there is no use in going back to sleep when it's so bright in here. You slip on a pair of black shorts under your oversized black t-shirt. You hear a knock at the door, it's 10 am and you’re not expecting anyone. After grabbing a cigarette and a lighter, you groan and shuffle over to the front door. The lock clicks and you swing it open halfway.

To your surprise, it's the hot metal head next door holding two to-go cups of coffee, one in each hand. “Good morning, sweetheart.” His voice was sweet like honey. You realize you look like a hot mess and your face turns bright pink.

“Good morning, Eddie.”

“Figured you might need this after yesterday.” He offers the paper cup and you take it. You take a few steps outside and shut the door behind you, trying not to wake up Max.

You take a sip and all is right in the world. This is exactly what you needed, you haven't bought groceries yet so making coffee this morning wasn't an option. “Thank you, really. You’re my hero.” Eddie flicks his lighter and lights your cigarette for you, a total gentleman. You’re falling for every single one of his tricks but you don't seem to mind. “What are you up to today?”

“Work, but I have a gig tonight at a bar in town.”

“You’re in a band?!”

“Yeah, Corroded Coffin. We play mostly metal, some rock.” He shrugs.

“You are so cool y’know that?”

“Coming from the girl who drives an El Camino like she stole it.” Eddie cocks his head to the side and leans against the wall next to you. He's so much taller than you, and the closer he leans into your space, the redder your face gets. He smells like weed and cologne, mixed with a hint of copper.

“Lemme guess, you’re the lead guitarist.”

“How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.” You shrug.

“So…will you come?” His sweet puppy eyes keep throwing you off and you almost get lost in his dark brown pools, coffee-colored. The sun brings out those amber highlights around his iris again.

“I’ll think about it, Munson.” You answer playfully.

“8 pm at ‘The Hideout’ on 12th and Cedar street.” He says with a boyish grin as he walks back to his Black van parked across the way, he almost trips on a curb when he turns around and you giggle. You put your cigarette out and walk back inside, coffee in hand.

Max is lounging on the couch reading a magazine when you enter. “How did you sleep, kid?”

“Good! I was beat.” She snorts, “How's Eddie?”

“He invited me to see his band tonight. I might go.”

“Like a date?” Max snorts and puts her magazine down.

“I don't know if I would call it that.”

“It totally is.” She retorts with that signature ‘up to no good’ grin.

“It totally isn’t.” You say on your way to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you before you can hear Max’s last words.

“Whatever you say.” Max holds back a laugh and returns to her reading.

You exit the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around you and sneak back into your bedroom. You pick out some fresh clothes, black shorts, and a Def Leppard shirt. The outfit goes really well with your black Doc-Martens and a few chains around your wrist and neck. You check your standing mirror and spin around. Satisfied with your outfit, you grab your bag and tell Max you’re going into town.

“Want anything?”

"Cherry Coke and something sweet.” She requests.

“You got it. Love you, back soon.” You shut the door behind you and hop in the car. The engine roars and you carefully back out of the parking lot with the empty U-haul trailer. You blast some Iron Maiden as you drive into town. You have a few errands to run, you need to get groceries, drop off the trailer, and rent a few movies for you and Max to watch.

Everything went smoothly, even grocery shopping wasn't so bad. When you saw the bakery across the street you had to check it out. You found a chocolate cake with buttercream icing and you couldn't resist. You pull into the small parking lot next to “Family Video” and check to make sure your cake is seatbelted and secure in the back seat. The little bell on top of the door rang as you opened it, Robin’s face lit up and she practically flew over the counter.

“Y/N! Yes! You’re here!” She gives you a big hug and you squeeze her back. It’s been so long since you’ve seen her and she hasn't changed a bit.

“Hey, Robin! It’s good to see you!” you cheered. Steve steps out from behind the counter and gives you a little wave.

“This is Steve, I’ve told you about him.” Robin gestures towards her taller colleague.

“Ah yes, the famous Steve Harrington, babysitter extraordinaire.” You tease.

“Yeah, uhh something like that.” Steve was caught off guard, he didn't expect you to look so cool. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise, Max speaks highly of you.”

You chat with them for a bit and update Robin on your progress and how Max is doing. While you're there you pick out a few movies you think Max would enjoy. She likes horror and mystery movies. You settled on “Terror at the Opera”, “The Lost boys” and “Evil Dead”.

You wave goodbye and exit the store, and enter the record shop right next door. You wave at the shop owner and He greets you with a handshake. He tells you quite a bit about your new job, he gives you a nametag and a set of keys since you’ll be on the closing shift. You take a quick look around and notice the wide selection of tapes and records. Band posters and fliers are plastered all over the walls, there are a couple of record players off to the side for customers to listen before they buy. It’s dimly lit and smells a little like dust. This place is certainly your vibe and you’re looking forward to it.

“Maaaax I’m home!” You call out, grocery bags hanging off your arms while you carefully set the cake on the counter. Max hops up from the couch and starts putting things away.

“Whoa! This cake is huge!” Max comments.

“You said you wanted something sweet. It's a housewarming cake.”

Max chuckles and carefully puts it in the refrigerator. She pulls a can of coke from the bottom shelf and cracks it open. You do the same and you both take a seat on the living room floor facing each other.

“Sooo...are you going to that show tonight?”

“Yeah, I think it'll be fun.”

“Is it okay if I hang out at Mike's place?”

“Yeah, sure! What are you guys gonna do?”

“Play video games, watch a movie, I also wanna try out my new board. Oh! And you know Karen’s got the best junk food.”

“Sounds like fun. I can drop you off before I head to the show.” You offer and Max nods.

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weightofkiszka · 7 months

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𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓌𝓃~𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇 2

Warnings: angst (anxiety, jealousy, overthinking)

word count: 2,133

"Daniel?" You turned and saw him, your heart stopping but also racing at the same time.

"Oh my god Birdie it is you!" He practically jumped over the counter to get to you faster. He embraced you in a tight hug. "Gosh I've missed you, how have you been? Sammy why didn't you tell me she was in town?"

From the outside, the exchange would've looked like the two of you had been in a long distance relationship and you had just surprised him. You had your arms around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, while he had his arms around your waist and was spinning you around. While that was certainly not the case, Sam couldn't help but notice how Daniel's face lit up when he saw you. The two often spoke about their feelings towards you. Sam only ever seeing you as a sister after knowing you since you were only five. Daniel however saw as you as much more than a friend. He'd known he loved you since freshman year but only thought of it as a friendship type. Until your junior prom when he desperately wanted to be your date rather than your boyfriend at the time.

"She just got back into town a couple hours ago. Her mom caught me at the grocery store yesterday and told me she would be in town for a while.", Sam said while Daniel placed you back on the ground, making sure you were steady before letting go of your waist. "Well, either way I'm glad you're back, Birdie. It's been way too long."

"I agree, it has been way too long. I'm actually here to stay though. I'm not leaving town any time soon. In fact I actually applied here earlier today." You watched as his eyes lit up, his smile growing bigger. "Don't worry Bird, I'll make sure you get the job."

You blushed every time he said the nickname he had given you in freshman year. You weren't quite sure when or how he came up with the nickname but you loved it. He was the only one to ever call you Birdie but you didn't mind at all. It quickly became the only thing he called you, choosing to not use your real name at all. You missed hearing it so often.

"Thank you Danny. I missed you way too much. I'd be happy to work with you."

🕊️🕊️

After two weeks of being back in Frankenmuth, and it felt as if no time had been spent away at all. Every night since you got back you had dinner with either Sam or Daniel. Or even the both of them. But today the three of you decided to do brunch at Honey Bee's instead as Sam had to be in the studio working on an album he had been producing that evening. It would also be your first day working at New Moon. Although Daniel was not there, the owner was and showed you how to work the register, where everything was and where everything goes. You were told that you would do mostly tarot readings for now but once you got comfortable and could work by yourself you would be running the store on your own two days out of the week.

Lilith showed you to the room you would be doing tarot readings, it was small space just big enough for a small table a shelf and some smaller decor. "You're free to decorate in here however you like. Just make sure you have multiple tarot decks." You nodded, making a mental note to search for some decor once you got home. "Oh and we have a free roam cat here. Her name is Greta, I take her home on weekends so she's not alone. You're free to dress her up if you'd like." Lilith gave you a warm smile before asking you to restock the herbs.

Once you were home and ready for bed, you began scrolling instagram when a notification came through,

danielrwagner has requested to follow you

He had never been one for social media in high school, or at least rarely used it. You approved his follow request and followed him back before he messaged you.

danielrwagner: Heyy! Me and Sammy are gonna hang out tomorrow afternoon, and I wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to come over a little early and spend some time together?

morningbird: Hii! I would love to spend some time with you! What time should i be there?

danielrwagner: Umm around 2:30ish I'd say would be a good time. Sam won't be here until four but that still gives us plenty of time :)

morningbird: ill be there for sure!

The only notification you received from him other than his address was that he liked the message. You looked through his profile, seeing as it was a different one than the one he had in high school. His most recent post was from three months prior. "Spent the night with a lovely lady<3" It was a picture that seemed like it was taken during a date, but what you didn't realize you felt was jealous. Jealous of a girl he met while you had been away at school. It's not like he liked you, right? Thats what you told yourself. You decided it was best to go to bed at that point. Setting your alarm and putting your phone on do not disturb, you quickly found yourself slipping into slumber.

"Hey! You made it.", Daniel told you with a shy smile on his face. "Birdie, theres umm...there's something I wanna talk to you about." He was anxious. You could hear it in his voice, but why was he so nervous. "What is it Danny? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine don't worry. Can I get you something to drink? Or a snack?" You smiled and nodded wondering why he was so nervous. You went over all the possibilities of what it could be. Did he not wanna be friends even after how excited he was to see you? Or was it that he was moving away and wanted to make sure you would be okay?

Daniel retuned momentarily and was a little more collected. He brought you a glass of water and some strawberries. "Just a heads up Sam's on his way. He got out of work early. But Bird, I wanna be completely honest with you about something. I don't know how to say but I...Birdie I-"

"Hey Dan! Will you help me with the food? I stopped and got all of us something to eat since I wasn't sure if you or Y/n had eaten yet today." Sam called from the front of the house. Danny looked visibly upset at Sam for walking in, but why?

DANNY'S POV

"Damnit Sammy, I wanted to talk to her. Before you got here." you spoke quietly enough so Y/n wouldn't hear. You were nervous enough as it was. "I'm sorry, would you like more time? I can step out."

"No I'll just take her to dinner a different day or something. I'm so scared to tell her. I mean what if she doesn't have the same feelings towards me?" Sam gave you a sympathetic look. He knew something you didn't. "Do you guys need any help?", Y/n stood at the door. "No, we've got it. Thank you for offering though.", Sam gave her a smile and walked past her. Given the opportunity she took it. "What were you gonna say, Dan?", she looked up at you. Her big green eyes seeming like you take a dive in them and get completely lost forever.

"I'll tell you at a better time, Birdie. Why don't we talk tomorrow over dinner? I'll take you somewhere nice out in Detroit.", she smiled and nodded. You could sit and stare at her smile for all of eternity as long as it meant you would be the cause of that smile.

The rest of the night was full of laughter, but you couldn't help your anxiety when you thought about telling Y/n how you felt about her. You wanted it to be perfect but also feared she wouldn't feel the same. All you could do was hope for the best.

🕊️🕊️

The drive to her house seemed to take forever, although it was only a ten minute drive. She was waiting on her porch when you got there. She took your breath away once you saw her, wearing a light purple sundress and sandals. So simple yet she made it look so elegant. "Hey Birdie. Are you ready?" She nodded and smiled. Once again you felt nervous. After helping her into your jeep, you got in and picked up your phone. "I made you a playlist. I'm not sure what you listen to anymore so I have absolutely no clue if you'll like it."

"I'll listen to anything. I'm sure it's amazing since you're the one who made it."

The hour and a half long car ride was filled with her singing and giggling. In that moment it felt exactly like she had never left. You reached to turn the radio down before speaking. "Bird, I'm gonna be completely honest right now. I really like you." She was silent. You bit your bottom lip waiting for her response. "Danny, I like you too. You're my best friend." She giggled and turned to the window.

YOUR POV

You turned to the window as you realized what you said. 'You're my best friend'. It kept replaying in your head as he was silent the rest of the drive. You felt so stupid. You missed your chance to tell him how you had felt about him for years. You weren't sure if he was upset or if thats how he had meant it.

"Alright we're here. Ready?" You looked at him and nodded, before watching him get out and come around to your door and opening it. He held his hand out for you to take. You were zoned out as he led you into the restaurant and told the host he had reservations. Maybe he hadn't meant what he said in the car. This was just two friends getting dinner together. Definitely not a date, although the restaurant was very nice and upscale.

You told him about how and why you dropped out of school. Telling him the exact same thing you told Sam. He told you about he was a journalist but mostly worked at the apothecary. The two of you shared stories and enjoyed each others company. Then he looked nervous again.

"Birdie what I said in the car wasn't very clear. I-" He was interrupted by a girl saying his name.

"Daniel! Hi! It's been a while how are you?" You immediately recognized her from the photo on his instagram and felt your heart drop. You felt your jaw clench as he stood to hug her. You were never someone to be jealous but this was different. "Y/n this is Nikki, Nikki this is Y/n." You smiled at her as he introduced the two of you but quickly looked away as she went for a hug.

Looking back momentarily you saw the glare she was giving you. Almost like she was telling you to back off. You got the vibe that maybe Nikki liked Danny a little more than what was friends. "How have you been? You haven't been answering my messages. I was beginning to think that you forgot our plans for tomorrow." The way she said it seemed like they were possibly dating.

"Nikki, I'll message you later. I gotta get Y/n home." His use of your name and not his given nickname felt like a punch to the gut. Even when introducing you to past girlfriends he used your nickname. Maybe he only saw you as a friend and you would just have to be okay with that. Daniel payed the check, while you zoned out once more. You were overthinking everything. Getting your hopes up without even thinking that he would most likely have a girlfriend.

After he dropped you off, you watched him leave through the living room window before getting a message.

danielrwagner: Here's your playlist if you wanna listen to it :) Listen to the first two songs carefully ;)

danielrwagner: We are the morning birds that sing against the sky

The name of the playlist stuck out to you, so you saved the playlist but put your phone on do not disturb and went to bed rather than listen to it. That was the first time you had ever cried over him and you promised yourself it would be the last time.

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Just Passin' By

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Word Count: 2147

TW: Kissing, Lead Up to Smut, Rhett Picking the Reader Up, Mentions of a Death in the Family, Reader with an Accent

Note: Thank you to @yespolkadotkitty for sending this thought that then blossomed into a full fic! And thanks to @hederasgarden for beta reading for me! 💖

Walking into the hardware store, you didn’t see a single other person around. As you approached the counter, you called out. After a moment, the owner came walking out from the back room and you smiled at him. “Hey, Al. I got a call sayin’ my part was in?”

“Sure thing. Let me just go check in the office.” He returned your smile before disappearing once more into the back.

Al had been good friends with your brother and he was one of the few people who had an idea about how much debt your brother had left you when he died a year ago. Between the medical bills and the funeral expenses, the idea of being able to live paycheck to paycheck sounded like a dream at the moment! You had considered selling the house and moving away, but there were too many memories within those walls. Besides, in the middle of big ranch country, no one was interested in your measly little piece of land.

As you stood there drumming your fingers on the counter, you felt someone slide up beside you. Turning slightly, you jumped when you saw the silent newcomer. “Jesus, Rhett! Way to scare a girl to death! I thought I was the only one here. I didn’t see you when I came in.”

Your old classmate smirked from underneath his cowboy hat. “I was in the back corner. I gotta pick up some nails and wire. One of our fences was damaged in that storm a few nights ago. What are you lookin’ for?”

You leaned heavily on the counter. “My mower crapped out on me again. I’m tryin’ to fix it.”

Rhett’s eyebrows shot up. “You’ve still got that ol’ push mower? I thought it broke a few months ago.”

“It did. But I managed to patch it together well enough for it to still kind of work, but this time the engine completely gave out. I’m tryin’ one last ditch effort to keep it goin’.”

“Why don’t you just throw in the towel and get a new one? They got basic ridin’ ones that ain’t too expensive.”

“I can’t afford even that at the moment. Plus, it’s only a 3-acre property and the house takes up a lot of that. It’s not like I’m tryin’ to cut your ranch or anythin’. As long as I can get it to work, it’ll do.” You sighed, but it quickly morphed into a soft chuckle. “You wanna know a secret? I’ve always hated cutting the lawn. It’s killer on my allergies and I’ve always been terrified I’m gonna cut off my hand messin’ with the blades. But if I don’t do it, the grass will just grow outta control and before long, I won’t even be able to step outta my house. So, I push my fears to the side, take a bunch of Claritin, and struggle to keep this mower alive.”

Before Rhett could respond, Al came back out with a small box. “Here you go. This should be what you’re looking for.”

“Thanks, Al. Can you just add it to my tab? I should be able to come pay it off at the end of next week.”

“Sure thing. And let me know if you have any problems with that and we can figure it out.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

You grabbed the box and turned back to Rhett. “Well, I guess I better get goin’. But it was nice seein’ you. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah. I was just thinkin’ the same thing. Maybe-” Suddenly, Rhett’s phone began to buzz. Pulling it out, he glanced at it as he shot you an apologetic look.

You just nodded. “It’s okay. I’ll talk to you later. And good luck with the fence!” Before he could say anything else, you hurried out of the store.

The next morning, you got up early and went to the garage to try to fix the lawn mower. But after three hours, you were having very little luck. Just as you were about to throw in the towel and give up for the day, you heard the sound of an engine approaching outside. However, it wasn’t a sound you were able to easily place. Not a car or a truck. It was deeper yet sounded like it was coming from a smaller vehicle. Furrowing your brow, you wiped your hands on your jeans and headed to the front door. Peering outside, you saw something you would have never expected in a million years.

Rhett Abbott was currently in your front yard, sitting atop of his father’s big blue tractor with a mowing attachment hooked to the back. He was driving along the fence line, the tractor spitting out freshly cut blades of grass. As he glanced up and saw you staring, he smiled and slowed the machine to a stop.

Finally coming to your senses, you ran over to the tractor just as he shut off the engine. “Rhett? What the hell do you think you’re doin’?”

“What’s it look like I’m doin’? I’m mowin’ your yard.”

“Well, I can see that. But why?”

He shrugged. “I was passin’ by and thought ‘what the hell’.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You were passin’ by….. on a tractor?”

He grinned at you as he leaned forward on the steering wheel and tipped up the brim of his hat, revealing more of his face. “Yeah. You got a problem with that?”

You stared at him for a long moment before shaking your head with a chuckle. “You know what? Go for it! Just don’t you dare run into my rose bush!”

Rhett pulled his hat down low as he dipped his head and said, “Yes, ma’am.” Then he started up the tractor once more.

With another shake of your head, you turned and walked back into the house, slyly glancing back over your shoulder to catch one more look at the cowboy before the door swung shut.

About a half-hour later, you heard the engine of the tractor cut off once more. Climbing off the couch, you hurried into the kitchen and poured a glass of iced tea that you had just made. After sticking a single lemon slice on the edge of the glass, you hurried outside.

“Here. I figured you’d be thirsty so I made you some-” The glass almost slipped through your fingers as you caught sight of Rhett.

He had climbed down from the tractor and was standing with his back to you. His bare back. Apparently, he had gotten hot in the summer sun and had just removed his hat and his shirt as you came walking out. You watched the muscles in his back ripple and stretch as he finished brushing the stray grass from his machine. Then he turned to face you, running his hands through his sweat-dampened hair.

He smiled when he saw you standing there. Gesturing at the glass of tea, he asked, “Is that for me?”

You nodded silently and handed it to him. As your fingers lightly brushed against his, you felt a spark of electricity dance up your arm. Quickly, you pulled your hand back tight against your chest.

You stood there with your mouth hanging open slightly as you took in the sight before you. Strands of Rhett’s hair stuck to his face where it had been plastered there by sweat while the rest of it curled softly behind his ears. As he tilted his head back to drink from the glass you had handed him, his throat bobbed with every gulp as the liquid traveled down his elongated neck. When your eyes drifted lower, you watched as sweat dripped across the tattoo on his right peck. As he shifted and his muscles twitched, it looked almost as if the bull were trying to buck its rider off its back and you had to stop yourself from reaching out and running your hand over the black ink.

You could feel your face growing warm at the thought so you shifted your gaze lower, but that was a mistake. Bull riding took incredible core strength, and Rhett Abbott had a very incredible core. You could see every taut muscle on his lean frame, leading all the way down to the top of his jeans. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing his usual large-buckled belt today and his pants sagged low on his hips. Just a fraction lower and-

“See somethin’ you like?” Rhett’s voice cut through your thoughts and your eyes flew up to his face. A small little half-grin pulled at one side of his mouth, and it was clear he knew what you had been staring at.

You felt the heat rush to your face once more. “I, uh, I was admirin’ what a great job you did. I don’t think this yard’s looked this good in quite a long time.” Rhett’s smile grew larger, obviously not buying your explanation, but he didn’t challenge you on it. “Can I repay you somehow? I mean, I can’t actually pay you, but can I do something for you?”

“It was no trouble. Like I said, I was passin’ by and with this thing-“ he patted the side of the tractor “- I knew it wouldn’t take very long.”

“Uh-huh.” You still found it next to impossible he just happened to be on his tractor this far from his ranch. He came over here specifically to help you out and you just wished you could do something to show your gratitude.

Rhett shifted slightly as he nodded towards the hose connected to the side of your house. “Do you think I could just rinse off real quick ‘fore I go? It was hotter than I expected today.”

The thought of Rhett hosing off in your front yard almost brought you to your knees. You could just picture the way the water would darken his hair as it soaked it through before trickling down his bare torso. How his jeans would slip even lower as the water weighed them down-

You snapped your attention back to the man in front of you instead of the vision of him in your head. “You don’t have to do that! I do have an actual shower inside, you know. It would be more private, and you could actually adjust the water temperature.”

“Oh, the hose is fine. I don’t want to put you out or take up more of your time. Unless…..” He hesitated, glancing at you before quickly looking away. But in that instance, you were able to catch the question in his eyes. The way his eyes trailed over your body, how his tongue ran slyly over his lips. And it seemed that maybe you weren’t the only one who had been having daydreams.

A coy smile curled on your lips as you took a few steps closer to him. “It’s no problem at all. And I have a really nice shower. Fancy shower head, great water pressure, and it’s big. Could easily fit two people, maybe more.” Reaching out, you ran your hands down his toned arms. “If that’s the issue.”

Rhett’s eyes narrowed slightly as he examined your face, no doubt trying to gauge exactly what you were offering. Quirking your eyebrow, you gave him the slightest of nods. Instantly, his lips were on yours as his hand cupped the back of your neck. You blinked in surprise before melting under his touch. His lips were surprisingly soft and it was an electrifying contrast to the rough scrape of his hand on your skin. The hand not on your neck slid down and grabbed your hip, pulling you flush against his hard, sweaty body. You gasped softly as you felt him already straining against his jeans.

After a moment, Rhett lifted you up and your legs immediately encircled his waist. As you began trailing kisses across his jaw and down his neck, the salty sting of his skin on your lips, he moaned softly. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

Lifting your head, you nipped playfully at his lip. “You could’ve stopped by anytime.”

“Oh, believe me, sweetheart. After this, I’ll be stopping by all the time.” Then he captured your lips once more.

He began carrying you into the house as you rolled your hips into him, tightening your legs to pull him in closer. Feeling him shudder beneath you, you grinned. It was exhilarating to know you could elicit such a reaction from the strong, controlled bull-rider.

As he stumbled through the door, he muttered, “So, where’s this shower I’ve been hearin’ so much about?”

But you shook your head as you brushed his sweaty hair off of his face. “Later. First, I want you like this and I can show you the shower after. But right now, let me show you the bed.”

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aziraphales-library · 1 year

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Hi there thank you so much for your hard work guys we all appreciate it very much

Please can you give a big big fluff fic I mean a fic that's cute and very cute as you (that's not a flirt ) and have a cute words like "my dear" again thanks for your work

Hello. Pleeeeeeease please please check our #fluff tag where we have oodles of fluffy fics already recommended. Here are yet more to add to the collection...

A Picnic Proposal by Carimes_treehouse (G)

One year after they got together, they finally go on their long-awaited picnic. It had to be perfect. Crowley had a plan, after all.

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The movement caught Aziraphale’s gaze and he tilted his head in interest, locking eyes with him. “It’s um… a present. Anniversary present.”

Dance with me, my old friend by amerande (T)

During the taxi ride back to the bookshop, Aziraphale considered the many ways in which he’d left the Ritz over the years. The first time: contented and excited to tell Crowley about it, to perhaps share it with him. Several subsequent times: alone, but with the delightful memory of an afternoon or evening basking in Crowley’s company and attention. After that: with Crowley, walking through London, to the bookshop or to a museum, talking and sharing time. Once, eleven years ago: in Crowley’s Bentley for a night of drinking and plotting to avert the apocalypse.

This was the first time they’d taken a cab together.

a simple harmony by shoebox_addict (T)

“I can’t believe you’ve kept that stored away all this time.”

“I’ve kept it all, angel,” said Crowley.

At that, Aziraphale’s heart caught in his throat. He had no idea how to respond to something so kind, so sweet. He searched for the right words, but all he found was, “Oh, Crowley.”

Cupcakes and Camellias by CallipygianGoldfish (T)

It’s not quite a mid-life crisis that lands him in the middle of the countryside with a bakery on his hands, but on the other hand, it most definitely is. Kicked out of his bookshop by an irate but well-meaning friend, Aziraphale attempts negotiating life in a small village, baking piña colada bread, and duckpond dates.

When the new bakery owner moves in opposite his flower shop, Crowley doesn’t give it another thought, until he’s forced to go searching for his missing devil-cat. And well, if he spends the rest of the day in shock, can you blame him? Nobody said the new baker was positively gorgeous.

Do you have any idea by Enven (T)

He was hungry for anything he could get. Every tiniest scrap of attention Aziraphale gave him, everything that could at least potentially indicate that he enjoyed his company – Crowley would take it all, and shove it deep into the dimness of his mind to hopelessly reminisce about it later.

or: 5 times they pined like crazy, and 1 time they didn't

I could....hunker down at your place by Angelica_Tree (G)

Inspired by the Good Omens: Lockdown special from 2020. It takes less than an hour after the phone call for Aziraphale to realize that he can't spend lockdown apart from Crowley. Crowley is more than happy to hunker down at the bookshop. Spending this much time together, they finally find the words that have escaped them for too long. And clear one very important misunderstanding out of the way.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fluff #mod d

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Just Passin' By

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Word Count: 2147

TW: Kissing, Lead Up to Smut, Rhett Picking the Reader Up, Mentions of a Death in the Family, Reader with an Accent

Note: Thank you to @yespolkadotkitty for sending this thought that then blossomed into a full fic! And thanks to @hederasgarden for beta reading for me! 💖