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uncouth-the-fifth · 6 days

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i'd like to report a crime - Leon Kennedy/Reader

read it on Ao3.

Pairing: Agent!Leon/Detective!Wife!Reader Tags: anxious work stress + leon comfort!!, leon being a fucking goober Notes: when i'm at work I'm always picturing him swooping in to save me...... leon kennedy if you can hear me please protect me from 9-5 hell... and like I said before, I would LOVE requests or prompts for this fic, I have so many ideas but I can't commit to any of them lol.

Standing in the bullpen at work today, you had a thought. Maybe they called it “medieval torture” because that was a whole lot catchier than “a shitty day at the busiest police precinct in Washington DC.”

It certainly felt like medieval torture to you. Before you’d even stepped into your big girl pants this morning, you knew that today was going to suck. Plain and simple. Suck. Yet another presidential event was bringing the Secret Service’s jurisdiction into your already hectic station, meaning that big square dudes in suits were going to be breathing down your neck until quitting time. You had three huge active cases that needed your attention. One of those cases came pre-packaged with a deeply annoying lawyer, who, in your professional opinion, has his head shoved a foot up his ass. He will absolutely be showing up to bother you today.

And worst of all: in your haste to get to work (Leon had put some serious effort into making you late), you’d accidentally worn a pair of super uncomfortable shoes! So now every waking moment of your existence was bonafide torture.

Clamping your jaw, you glance up from the paperwork in front of you and check your watch. Three o’clock. Right, okay, you can work with that.

You slap your hands down on your desk as you push out of your seat, and it gets a satisfying yelp out of the man sitting cross-legged beside it. He bristles up like a porcupine and nasally complains, “Where are you going, Detective Kennedy? You said we could—”

“Coffee, Douglas,” you bite back to said lawyer.

The last thing you want right now is some of the lousy, watered-down coffee from the station’s breakroom, but taking mini-breaks at your desk is just not an option anymore. Douglas has been camped out there from the moment you clocked in, and since you both refuse to budge, he’s going to stay there. Breakroom it is. You wince the whole way there, cursing your shoes from hell.

Someone forgot to start another pot of joe, so you have the absolute pleasure of doing it yourself. A small blessing in disguise, really. You give the glass pot your best thousand-yard-stare the whole time it heats the water, and just when the outline of it is starting to burn behind your eyelids, you’re jolted out of your glazed reverie by a cheerful, “Detective Kennedy!”

The officer appears at your side like she was there the entire time, and you wouldn’t put it past her—Giana is the latest in a long line of rookies who have imprinted on you over the years. Good kid, but a little on the overeager side.

She gives you a sympathetic frown and launches into way too much bubbly talking for your aching head to handle. “Heyo! Man, it’s crazy today, huh? You look beat, detective. Hey, think of it this way—just a few more hours and we’ll be home free! Any fun plans tonight?”

The question triggers a movie-style flashback sequence in your mind, complete with black-and-white visuals and some tasteful dream fog. Leon, your husband, boredly poking around the aisles of a new Target by your place. Leon discovering the boys' toy section. Leon, your beautiful, amazing husband, going starry-eyed at the massive NERF Elite Titan CS-50 Toy Blaster, which you’re pretty sure you need a license to operate.

He’d tapped the Nerf box like a boy on Christmas morning. “150 foam bullets, baby.”

But it would take a lot of energy to relay all of that to Giana. So instead of explaining that you’re having an epic Nerf duel with Leon when you get home (no headshots, loser makes dinner), you cooly answer: “...Spending time with my husband.”

Giana hums. “It’s so weird to me that you’re married…” (Thanks.) “I can’t even picture you not grinding away at some case.”

The coffee machine burbles out its last sad spit of coffee. You pour a good amount into your mug, smiling, “Oh, Leon’s just as bad. We’re both married to our work. He’s just my favorite mistress, s’all.”

Giana opens her mouth to launch into another cheery tirade you can’t catch up with. You like the girl, but on top of being way too eager, she’s also painfully see-through. For example, you don’t even have to turn around to know that a gloriously hot guy has just walked into the bullpen behind you. It’s written all over Giana’s owlish look over your shoulder. Hell, you can even clock that he’s heading straight this way—not only does Giana cross herself to bid away impure thoughts of the stranger, but she evaporates into smoke out of pure shyness.

“Look out!” She stage-whispers.

Aw. Poor girl, you think as she waddles away. Considering who’s going to be unloading a clip of foam bullets into you later this evening, (what a strange double entendre), you’re basically immune to hot guys. You can handle this.

“Excuse me, detective, I’d like to report a crime?”

All sense of professionalism poofs off your face at that familiar voice. You whirl to face your husband, and in one swift slash, the ten ton weight of your stress is slapped clean off your back.

Leon’s resting stare has slowly been absorbed by his Serious Agent Face. But today, he’s smoldering less in the business way and more in the off-duty model way. In a white tee, jeans, and racing-striped leather jacket, he certainly looks the part, clean-shaven and dewy-skinned. Fuck him and his unblemished skin. What Umbrella moisturizer was he using back in the day, dammit?

You’re capable of joking again and fall flawlessly into the bit. “Of course. What kind of crime, beautiful?”

He isn’t really able to look flustered, but you think you get close to the impossible with the way his head tilts at that line. You notice that he’s hiding something behind his back.

“A theft,” he answers. The tiniest smirk twitches on his mouth. “My heart’s been stolen.”

…What a fucking cornball. The tragic part is that you find the joke pretty funny, and not completely in the ironic way. He waits for you to giggle and twirl your hair or what-the-fuck-ever, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction, ducking into his quick hug to grin into his shoulder.

You groan at his awful joke. “Jesus. You need a fork for all that corn, Leon?”

“I take mine off the cob,” he drawls in your ear. With that voice, he could make anything sound suggestive.

You’re about to pout at him for failing to return your hug, when you draw back and see that his hands are full. It’s then that Leon presents his bounty to you, bowing his head and holding his trophies aloft like a knight giving respect to his princess: in one hand, one of the stupid expensive coffees you like, and in the other… your comfiest work flats.

“How?” is the first thing your fish brain manages to say. Because, truly, how does he always know? The coffee, the shoes— “Did you put a tracker in me? One that tells you everything I’ve been complaining about all day?”

You go slumping down into the nearest seat, mystified by him. Leon sets the still-steaming coffee down in front of you and kneels, stooping to help you out of your shoes-from-hell. The strap around your ankle has rubbed the bone raw even through your tights. He gets the clasp loose on the first shoe with little fussing, then soothes the skin with tender brushes of his thumb.

“Mhm,” he hums. All you can see of him from this angle is the layers of color in his hair, deep browns and ash blondes blending into one another. The smug pride in his voice is obvious—he loves knowing he’s read you well. “Tells me when you’re hungry, too. Have lunch with me?”

Please god, your body begs. Just picturing it loosens some of the tension in your neck. Like last time, the two of you would play-fight over where to eat, and your cute little delivery boy would go pick up the winner. That way, you wouldn’t have to waste a single moment of your allotted thirty-minute lunch. Leon would pull up a seat at your desk (maybe scare Douglas off with a flash of his badge), and you’d get a blissful, uninterrupted dose of him. Enough to get you through the rest of your shift.

He’d be too deep in Professional Agent Mode to babble like he does at home, but Leon’s raspy chuckles and his hand on your knee would tide you over til’ five.

…But no, the universe is never that kind to you. You wince at Leon’s offer and drop an apologetic hand to his shoulder, still knelt at your feet and working on your other shoe. He’s too good to you. “M’ sorry, baby, but I think I’m gonna have to work through lunch if I wanna get home on time. Rain check?”

He doesn’t mind. He throws a squinty warning stare your way, not happy that you’re getting dangerously close to overworking yourself, but he understands.

A sly smile creeps onto Leon’s face as he helps you slip on a flat. “I could talk to your Captain. What if you were pulled away for a ‘federal emergency?’”

“Then I think me and my Captain would implode from stress,” you laugh. “He’d think I’d been drawn into some national crisis or something.”

Leon scoffs. “That’s only happened, like, once.”

The other flat welcomes your poor, aching foot like a jacuzzi hot tub, and you take a deep magical sip of the overpriced coffee he got special for you. It trumps the watery breakroom joe any day.

For a minute you’re so stupidly happy that you could easily punch a boulder clean off a cliff. Hell, you might even twirl your hair.

“One too many times!” You groan. Since he’s being all cute and kneeling at your feet, you can’t resist poking him a couple of times to be silly. In the chest. In the cheek. In the heart. Stage-whispering, you accuse, “I think you just like having excuses to work with me.”

Leon finishes helping you into your shoes, but he’s in no hurry to leave his spot. One of his rough hands finds yours in your lap and toys with your wedding band, twisting it, testing the groove where it’s been sitting for a few years now. Those big blue eyes fix on your face. You’re married to the guy, but something about being the subject of all his naked attention makes you feel like shrieking into a damn pillow. He’s the best. Judging by that mean little smile on his face, he knows it’s true.

He gives your hand a little squeeze and points out, “I was your partner before anyone else. We never got our buddy cop beat—so yes, I will shove myself into your world since I can’t pull you into mine.”

You’re grateful he still thinks that way. Getting him to talk about Raccoon is harder than pulling teeth, but this—your partnership, whether that be as cops in an imaginary second life, or as husband and wife—never fails to pry him right open.

You’d been asked before if it was frustrating, how your paths had split after the city had blown. The two of you had come from the same spot and endured the same things, but where Leon had soared up, you’d kept to what you knew. No part of you envied him for it. In his mind, the two of you were still the same unit you’d been then, endlessly loyal to one another. You watched Leon’s back and—clearly, he watched yours.

“You’re my favorite,” you tell him, sweetly petting his chin. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you at our Nerf duel when I get home.”

All the buttery tenderness wipes from his face, and in an instant he’s on his feet, clapping a scarred hand down onto your shoulder and bending to whisper fiercely in your ear. “I’d like to see you try.”

He smushes a kiss to your cheek, waves a friendly, “See ya,” and melts back into the current of the rowdy bullpen. You hate to see him leave, but by god, you love to watch him go.

A few seconds after Leon says his goodbye, Giana, your rookie, peers around the open door of the break room. Her patchy blush goes all the way down to her uniform collar. “...Nevermind. I can definitely picture you married, Detective Kennedy…”

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heartsoji · 1 year

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falling in love with your roommate, suna rintaro

roommates to lovers

a/n: i haven't read the manga so i don't rly know anything abt rin's fam situation - sorry if any info is incorrect loll also this is more of like a college au?? idk if rin went to college but here it is

a/n pt. 2: i kinda switch between using rin and suna sorry

"rintaro!"

"what?"

"aren't you tired of living in my home, still? you're 21! i'm sure all of your friends have moved out already, right? most of them probably moved out at 18, but you haven't budged an inch!" mrs. suna scolded.

"yeah, yeah, pipe down, mom. i'll move out soon, i promise."

"no! it was fine that you stayed home for your freshman year of college, and i thought that you'd start being independent for your sophomore year, but you're still completely dependent on us! you don't cook, buy groceries, clean, or do any work around here! what are you going to do when you've graduated and you don't know how to run a washing machine?"

"yes, yes, i'm sorry."

"and i was very understanding of the fact that you didn't want to move into a dorm, but aren't you tired of commuting hours away when you could just get a closer apartment?"

"mhm, mhm."

she sighed. "rintaro, you know im only saying this because i care about you. i want you to be independent and strong, you know?"

"yep. i just booked an apartment tour via online."

"and i- huh?"

yeah.

soon after he decided the apartment was in good enough condition to be living in, he rented it out and moved in.

on his moving day, he met you.

"hi! you're.. suna rintaro, right? sorry i wasn't there on your tour day. i'm your new roommate, l/n! nice to meet you." you said, a friendly smile on your features.

stoically, suna replied, "good to meet you."

at first, you and suna kinda kept to yourselves. you were polite to each other, of course, but there wasn't much talking, only coexisting.

that is, until you discovered his grocery bills.

"$18... you've been surviving on $18?!" you looked at him in shock.

"yeah. is that weird?"

"damn right it is! what are you even buying?"

"well.. i don't know how to cook anything, so i mostly order door dash. my grocery bill is from instant ramen, chuppets, eggs, and milk."

you stare at him blankly.

"you've been eating nothing but door dash, instant ramen, candy, eggs, and milk for the past 2 months?"

"yeah."

this guy.

he just stands there awkwardly at you laugh at him.

from then on, you two become closer.

you taught him basic recipes to make using groceries you taught him to buy, (imagine his shock when his bill came out to be like $60.. and you were like "bro that's normal") you taught him how to use a washing machine, ("oh, so you put the detergent in this compartment..") etc. just basic household chores, but he was so impressed.

eventually, you two stopped being friendly roommates and just became friends.

he was a good listener. you'd rant to him about your problems, no matter how insignificant, and he'd listen to you carefully, and you never felt like your problems were stupid whenever you talked to him.

you two started hanging out a lot. you'd study together at cafes, go to amusement parks on weekends, and just chill at home together.

and as much as you hated to admit it, you had started developing feelings for your roomie.

i mean, how could you not? he was tall, handsome, kind, funny, cheeky, and it certainly helped that you got to see him all tired in the mornings.

you didn't really know if he felt the same way, but if he did, he was a real bitch, because at some point, your relationship became kind of flirty, and he'd give you butterflies on a daily basis.

you two would watch scary movies and he'd let you cling to him, giving your terrified features a teasey smile every now and then.

he'd walk around the apartment with his toned abs out, and his sweats dangerously low on his hips.

when you guys went on walks, he'd give you his hoodie if it got cold.

whenever you'd go on long rants, he'd just stare at your face with love in his eyes. "and then i-what is it, rin?" "nothing, pretty."

like sir you can't just do that. you're too handsome to do that without risk of heart explosion.

then, one day, unexpectedly, he popped the question.

you two were watching a cheesy romcom for the 5th time, sharing a pot of instant ramen, and at the same moment that the male lead said to the female lead, "i like you. a lot. i have for a while now," rin did too.

it wasn't grand.

it wasn't loud.

it wasn't annoying.

you weren't even sure if he meant it.

but when you saw him looking at you, nervous, awaiting a response, you knew he did.

so, at the same time the female lead said, "me too," you did too.

then, with the cheesy romantic music playing in the back, you guys gave each other cheesy smiles, and he planted a cheesy peck on your cheek.

it was subtle.

it was sweet.

it was cheesy.

it was familiar.

it was uncharacteristically romantic and sentimental.

it was just like how your future relationship with your roomie and best friend, suna rintaro, was going to be.

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hyperfixatedbastard · 2 months

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Hi i hope you doing well. I have a resquest... more like a headcanon. What if Adam was a dad ? What his behaviour will be ? Does he be a good or a bad father ?

I understand if you don't do it. I don't want to force you for something you don't want to.

Dadam (Dad!Adam) Headcanons

we bringing out the daddy issues on this one boys

WARNINGS: none

A/N: I haven't done a headcanon type of post yet, but they're easier to write than regular one shots and I'm too tired for that shit. The request didn't specify what kind of Reader (spouse or child), so I just went with general headcanons that don't specify the Reader at all. Insert yourself as you wish!

Also, thank you all for your patience! It's been very busy for me lately and I've been too exhausted to write much, so expect a lot more of these kinds of posts (the formatting is easier and I don't have to write a bunch of dialogue lol).

Dividers

As the father of humanity, Adam had...a lot of kids. The guy lived for 800+ years just populating the earth. That's a LOT of kids. We all know how the first two turned out. That is, not fuckin' well. To be honest, I don't think Adam valued his children. It was just kinda... a thing he had to do. (When Abel died and Cain got exiled, he fr just went and had another kid to replace them.) But I am in deep, deep denial and this is for my enjoyment as someone with severe daddy issues. So fuck all that.

At first, Adam is 100% the guy that freaks the fuck out when he finds out he knocked someone up. That man is SWEATING. He's actually pretty chill if it's someone he's in an established long-term relationship with, though. He still freaks the fuck out, but to a significantly lesser degree and with a much smaller chance of up and leaving. Once he's over the initial shock, he's shocked to find that he's kind of excited. Back when he was alive, having kids was just normal because it was such a common occurrence.

This man knows every little detail about pregnancy and infants. With the amount of kids he's had? He has seen it ALL. Sure, all his information is thousands of years old, but knowledge learned through experience is super valuable when it comes to this shit! He doesn't know what the fuck a uterus is, but he knows exactly how to make his partner the most comfortable, how to deal with cravings, etc. If his partner has a problem, he's got a solution. It might be a fuckin' weird one, but it works! He'll probably grumble and complain, but he doesn't actually mean it. Bitching is just his thing, y'know? But... pregnancy hormones + Adam's douchebag-ness = feelings getting hurt. If his partner starts crying because of some shit joke or complaint he made? He's scrambling so fast. "Shit, babe, fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, fuckfuckfuck, don't cry—"

Once the baby is born, he definitely surprises literally everyone but his partner by actually doing helpful shit. Changing diapers? Easy fuckin' peasy (he does watch a tutorial online because he doesn't know how tf modern diapers work but he's a fast learner) Feeding? No problemo. Getting up in the middle of the night to do both of those things? His sleep schedule's already fucked, this shit ain't new.

When it comes to parenting and raising the kid, though... that's definitely where Adam struggles. He'd struggle with bonding. A lot. Adam mostly talks about things that you really shouldn't say around children, much less bond over. I think he'd be better at just letting the kid ramble while he's just sitting there, fully engrossed in whatever bullshit his child is saying. He's not just passively listening with little 'uh-huh's and nods, this man is active in the discussion. Have you ever heard a small child speak? They say the most random shit ever, and Adam would love it. It's peak entertainment to him. Even if it's just incoherent babbling, he'll have full-on conversations with this baby.

He'd definitely have some shared interests as the kid gets older. I think Adam's favorite shows/movies are a mix of action movies and shit like Power Rangers. He's not ashamed of it either—'fuck you, the Power Rangers are fuckin' cool.' This also goes for video games. I know that man is a toxic COD gamer boy and you can't prove me wrong. Basically, the only thing that keeps him from becoming one of those husbands that locks himself away in a man cave to play video games is the fact that he can game with his kid.

And once they get into school, he just gets really invested in the drama. Elementary school drama is such bullshit, and it'd be the best reality TV he's ever seen. "Oh, don't tell me—it's that bitch Cindy. The fuck did that little shit do this time?" He'd be gasping like it's a damn soap opera. 'Oh no she didn't!' kinda vibe.

He'd talk so much shit around his kid about the parents of their classmates, the teachers, anyone. Then the kid would repeat it and Adam would get sat down in the office with his kid like: "Your child said, and I quote, 'My dad says your mom's a bitch.'" "What? She fuckin' is." And yeah, he's not wrong - some of those parents are fucking nightmares.

If his kid got in trouble for fighting, his reaction would depend on the situation. If it was unprovoked and/or a part of bullying, he'd originally laugh it off but would be freaking the fuck out internally. He's probably a little traumatized by what happened with Cain and Abel. But if the fighting was an act of defense (whether of themselves or someone else) he would be the proudest dad ever. Fist-bumps his kid in the office in full view of the principal.

You cannot trust this man to give his kid the sex talk. It just will not go well. Like, if his kid needs advice when they're older (basically anything beyond 'where do babies come from') then he's your guy, but it's still gonna be awkward and uncomfortable. He'd probably have Lute handle most of those issues just so he doesn't have to know about his kid's sex life but can still trust that they have a responsible(?) adult if they have questions.

In terms of where Adam is lacking as a parent, there's a few areas in particular to focus on.

Emotional availability? Not his strong suit. At all. He can't deal with his own feelings, let alone his kid's. Most of the emotional support will be coming from his partner. That doesn't mean he doesn't try. But he can't show it with words all that well. He'll show emotional support in other ways—quality time, gifts, and acts of service for the most part. Like going out for ice cream, watching a movie, etc.

He's not good with discipline. To him, everything's no big deal. If his kid hasn't killed their sibling, that's good enough for him! Generally, his partner will choose when/how to discipline (with Adam's input ofc), but Adam's job is to just enforce it/not overrule it. He's 100% the type to be sneaky about it tho. If his kid is grounded, he'll go out with them to give them a break from being stuck in the house, y'know, stuff like that. Because of this, his kid forms a closer, different kind of bond than with Adam's partner. It's more friendly, I guess is the word? Like, his kid won't go to him for actual helpful advice, but if they fuck up somehow or are in a bad situation that they kinda got themselves into (drinking, car accident, etc.), then Adam is the parent they call.

I think Adam's peak parenting era would be when his kid is a late teen/young adult. 'Cause then he can actually be himself, for the most part. His personality is not very kid-friendly, so once his kid isn't really much of a kid anymore—he is so fucking excited. His relationship with his kid would be a lot more unconventional as they grow older. Like, he's really close with his kid once they're an adult. (totally not basing this off my relationship with my mom) His advice would be shit, but he'd give it if his kid needed it!

Definitely the type to text his kid more often than most parents. Mostly because he texts more like them and has the same sense of humor. Lots of shitty memes.

Also!! I think Adam would definitely make time for his partner. Date nights are a must. His kid better get comfortable with sleepovers at friends' houses or getting babysat by Emily 'cause he ain't letting parenthood fuck up his sex life.

I think that's all I got. Not sure how to end this so uh... shoutout to all you bitches with daddy issues lmao

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tomssexdoll · 1 month

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omgg write a fluff w tom/ bill where him and the reader are high outta their minds that would lowk be hilarious it could also be a little smutty in the end 👀

HAHAHA YESSS

Stoned

PAIRINGS: Tom 2007 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT (just a bit) SYPNOSIS: Y/N and Tom are high as FUCK, they are friends and she comes over to his house to try this "new" thing he has. She assumes it's some sort of drug or weird guitar solo, they watch movies, cuddle and at the end get a lil bit freaky... A/N: haven't been high in over a year so don't bash me if i get the feeling wrong, it's from what i remember lmao WARNINGS: teasing, kissing, drug use (weed)

Me and Tom have been best friends for over 10 years, he has been my rock, supporting me through everything. He never changed, always hanging out with me, showing me off to new friends. He was amazing.

One day he called me and said he had something to show me, something "new" he wanted to try out with me. I immediately knew it was a drug or a weird guitar solo, he is full of surprises I guess.

I got into my car and started to drive to his house, wondering what stupid thing was going to consume my day.

I arrived eventually and greeted Tom, hugging him tightly and walking inside, sitting in his room. He came in with a little baggie of what looked like weed, he handed it to me and I sighed "Tom this is a lot of weed, do you plan to smoke it all tonight?" he chuckled "no of course not, if we like it we can try it again at the party next week" he rummaged through his draws, pulling out a small black bong, decorated with skulls.

"Wowww real edgy" I rolled my eyes playfully, he laughed and slapped my arm playfully "shut up it was on sale, i'm not spending 50 fucking dollars for a small bong."

I stood up and grabbed the grinder that went with is, putting the bud in there and grinding it down, once it was finished I grabbed the bong, packing some of the weed in there.

"Wow you really know how to do this huh?" he smirked, admiring what I did. "Well my brother smokes and it's not like I haven't done it before so.." I shrugged and grabbed the lighter, sparking it and hovering the flame over the bud, sucking in the smoke. (did i just give you guys a tutorial..)

I inhaled it, feeling it burn the back of my throat but in a nice way, a familiar feeling to when I smoked cigarettes. "Fuck..that's some good shit..where did you get it from" I blew the smoke out, starting to get the effects already.

My head a bit woozy, eyes drooping ever so slightly and everything becoming a bit more brighter. I looked back at Tom, finishing the rest of the cone, the way he threw his head back when inhaling was so sexy..the way his lips slightly parted and his eyes slowly shut.

"I got it from Greg, you know, Janes older brother" he looked back at me, blowing out the smoke as well. "Oh.." I said slowly "well it's not dodgy weed I'll tell you that" I giggled.

Everything was a bit slower, my talking, movements. It felt wonderful, like I was as light as a feather.

"Let's have some more, cmon" he scooted closer to me and we had 3 more cones each, it was hitting hard now, things were much more slower, I looked down at my hands and they were slightly out of focus, like I had 4 hands.

I got up from his bed and grabbed his hand, going towards the kitchen and raiding his pantry, grabbing all the snacks I could find and a few cans of soda. I sat down and dropped everything onto the coffee table, laying down next to him, resting my head on his lap, "should we order pizza.." he mumbled, I nodded slowly and grabbed my phone, dialing the store and ordering 2 large pizzas, one cheese and one meat lovers.

"Fuck..we are gonna feast" he chuckled, his eyes super red and droopy, I smiled and picked a movie to watch.

After 45 minutes our pizza FINALLY ARRIVED. I ran to the door and quickly gave the pizza guy the cash, slamming the door and almost tripping trying to get back to the couch, "fuck!" I yelped, Tom just laughed and grabbed one of the boxes, stuffing his face with pizza.

"Mmm...so good" he groaned, I grabbed a slice and ate it, savouring the taste "has pizza ever tasted this good?" I said, it was like they put magic into it, usually pizza was mid but this time it was amazing. Our movie was ending soon, we picked a horror, which was kinda dumb because we were so high.

I sat up and held him tightly at the suspense, screaming and hiding my face into his arm when the jumpscare popped up "jesus" he chuckled "it wasn't that bad" I rolled my eyes and softly shoved him "shut up..wasn't even scary.." I mumbled

By the time we had finished 3 movies everything was DEVOURED. We decided to chill for a bit, have a talk and enjoy each others company. I layed down on the couch and he spooned me from behind, holding me close.

Usually we'd always cuddle, it was never weird to us but this time, the tension was super high. Not even in a bad way, it's like the air was thicker...the way his arms were wrapped around me and his face pressed softly on the top of my head made me feel some kind of way.

I turned around and looked up at him, it's like in that moment, we were the only people alive. His eyes washed over with desire and love, surprising me. "You know, you are so beautiful y/n, you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen" he smiled softly, brushing a hair away from my face.

"Yeah whatever, I'm sure you tell every girl you hook up with that.." I rolled my eyes, secretly enjoying the praise. "No, y/n..I mean it, you are so beautiful" he leaned closer, our lips basically inches away.

"Tom..." my breathing hitched slightly, searching his eyes for deciet but all I saw was sincerity, love and compassion, I smiled softly, blush creeping onto my cheeks.

"I want to kiss you.." he whispered, his breath hot on my lips.

"ok pizza breath.." I giggled and leaned in, kissing him gently. He kissed back, wrapping his hand around to the back of my head and pulling me closer, locking our lips into a passionate embrace. His kisses got more urgent, his erection becoming prominent in his pants, pressing up against my leg.

"See how you make me feel? You drive me crazy" he moaned against my lips, slipping his tongue in my mouth. I reached my hand down and softly palmed his clothed cock, making him groan softly.

His hands snaked down to my waist, then to my ass, squeezing it softly. Then, his hand came back up, slipping under my shirt and grabbing my breasts, rubbing his thumb over my nipple, sending shivers down my spine.

I had grabbed one of his shirts earlier, removing my bra since you weren't able to see much anyway, it was getting a bit hot so I changed my outfit.

"My shirt looks so good on you..might have to fuck you in it" he mumbled, grinning widely.

I chuckled "we'll see about that", I rolled us over, flipping me on top of him, deepening the kiss.

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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 5 • 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼

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Warnings: Language, very short implication of violence to reader, implied spicy stuff, handling with guns, smexy sex at Noah's office, cowgirl, oral (M receiving), some dirty talk, (if you squint) unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!) , some jelousy sex,

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You sipped your coffee as you gazed out of the window of the mansion. It was starting to cool outside and it was the perfect weather to stay inside with a warm drink. The window from the kitchen had a beautiful view of the garden, it let you think and clear your head. The past 2 weeks had been almost like a dream. After that night of abrupt passion, Noah seemed to have changed into someone different, not that you were complaining about it. Now every morning consisted of nearly the same ritual.

You'd wake up, shower together, get ready for the day, and go out for some dinner by the time he came back. If you didn't go out you would stay inside, watch a movie with some wine, and the night would lead to long hours of passion between you both. The mornings after would always be him letting you sleep peacefully, eventually waking you up with kisses to your skin.

Noah had to leave a bit early today to take care of some business. You were a bit fussy about him leaving, especially because he was so warm. Now here you stood in his button-down shirt and a pair of his sweats, still trying to wake up. All he did this morning was shower, come and kiss you goodbye, and leave. You hear the doorbell followed by a couple of knocks at the door. Vilma's heels clap against the tile as she goes to answer the door. You go back to gazing out of the window with another warm sip of your beverage.

"Ma'am, your brother is here," Vilma interrupts your thoughts as she pokes her head into the kitchen where you stand. Mathew? Here? You put your mug down and walk out of the kitchen and into the main foyer where you spot your brother. He now wore a suit and had darker eyebags he was starting to look a lot like your father.

"Y/N!" he opened his arms as he walked to you, his eyes bright and full of hope after he saw you. He captures you in a tight hug "Oh god, I've missed you! We all miss you!"

"Mathew I...I...oh never mind. I missed you too," You were going to start questioning why he was here, but you could not deny the fact that you truly did miss your brother. And talking to him and hugging him was so much better than speaking over the phone. you wish he would have brought your other sisters and your parents with him. however, this should do the trick. it felt like years since you've seen him. your older brother now looks older. The anxiety of this lifestyle in business, obviously taking a toll on him already.

"What...what are you doing here? How's mom? Dad? The girls?" you asked him leading him into the living room to take a seat "Do you want anything? Some water, or coffee?"

"As much as I would love to stay longer I just dropped by, can't stay too long" he explains as he takes a seat, resting his elbows on his knees "Everyone is doing good. We miss having you at home, the girls miss you, but now they're fighting over who gets your old room" you both chuckle knowing that war would go on for weeks! "I just...wanted to see how you were, if you were safe..." he said looking up at you through his lashes

"Well, I am safe here, and actually...I...I'm doing okay here" You didn't want to admit straight away how things were going.

"huh....really?" he questioned you "The last time we spoke, you couldn't even bare his name....now you're wearing the ring and his clothes no problem...." he calls for your attention

"Yeah....well, things change, sometimes" You were wary of where he was going with this, and you stood from your seat. You walk along the room a bit up until you come to the doorway of the living room. You stop and lean on the door and gaze down at your feet. "we uh...we've-"

"Come to a resolution." your sentence is finished by none other than Noah. He comes up to you and kisses your lips as if Mathew wasn't even there

"Mathew, you're looking worn out," he smirks at him as he pulls you in by the waist into his side "Should take a day off, get some rest."

Mathew couldn't believe what he was seeing. You were letting this person, kiss you and hold you as if you didn't hate him just months ago. Now you were acting like a regular husband and wife.

"Y/N...I...I..." he seemed to be holding something back "I have to go, gotta get down to our port, take a look at the shipments. Oh, and before I forget," he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a letter and hands it to you "Cheri is turning 15 this Saturday, you know she wants you to be there"

"Yeah, of course, you know I wouldn't miss it for the world" You smile at him. You and Noah walk him to the door "Tell Cheri I be sure to bring her the best present" You smile at him

"I already know she's expecting it" he chuckles knowing your baby sister too well "Call us if anything alright?" he hugs you and kisses the top of your head "Take care, I'll be seeing you both"

The door closes, leaving you and Noah on your own again. Noah turns your body, pulling you flush against his. His hand holds your jaw, as he usually does, and brings you into a longer, deeper kiss.

"Pretty girl, in my clothes," he smirks, taking a look over your body, His hand traveling over your curves and dips. His large hands covering your ass, giving the supple flesh a squeeze

"Why did you come back so early?" you asked him, rubbing his arms

"The port had what we needed, and everything was in order as it should be. Just have to go into the office and then I thought about bringing you with me," he fills you in "Why? Do you want me to leave again because I can-"

You said nothing as you rushed upstairs to throw on an outfit. He chuckles to himself as he watches you run upstairs

"I haven't seen you smile like that in years sir," Vilma chimes in

"You don't say. Does it look good?" he asks still wearing the smile

"It certainly does sir" She smiles softly, she had always been professional with Noah and her job. However, the longer she worked there the more of a son he became to her.

"Oh, would you mind finding a good suit and dress for Y/N and me for Saturday?"

"Of course,"

"I'm ready!" you call coming down the stairs. You wore a pencil skirt, some heels, and a beautiful blouse that shows off your collarbone and jewelry.

"You look wonderful miss Y/N," Vilma compliments

"Thank you, Vilma," Noah takes your hand in his as you smile at her. Vilma had noticed a change in you as well. She doesn't know how it happened but, it seems that you both worked the relationship out after all.

"We'll be back later Vilma," Noah nods his head and leads you out of the door and to the car. Albert waiting with the door open for you both. Noah helped you into the car first and then he stepped in. You sit in the back of the car with Noah, hands intertwined. The feeling was foreign, his large hands were warm against yours, and his ring would scrape against yours every so often as well. If you were honest neither of you wore your rings for the first month of your marriage. Maybe now and then when you had to. You of course would keep it off and you never really took notice of his

"I started wearing it after that night," he comments noticing yours eyes on his hand.

"Really? Why after that night?" you asked

"let's just say," he thought for a moment "I can't walk around looking like I'm single when I have my wife now can I?" he answers your question with another

"I guess not, you better not." you reply as your lean some of your weight on him. Even after that night you hadn't said anything on your feelings. Sure he'd take you out, kissed you goodbye and hello, great sex, even some cuddling afterwards. Neither one of you had said it both expecting to get hurt or find something more…

You are driven into the garage of a tall building. You recognize the structure, you are able to see it from your old home.

"You...own this?" you asked him sounding shocked

"of course I do flower," he smirks at you as the car comes to a stop "This is where I do my business." He steps out of the car and offers his hand. You take his hand and step out of the car into the cool parking garage. At the entrance were two guards waiting for Noah to go inside, Noah holds your hand in his as he leads you to the doors. Stepping inside there is a long hallway that leads to a desk with a woman with a short bob sitting typing away at her computer. You assumed she was his secretary as she looks up and says

"Welcome Mr. & Mrs. Sebastian"

"Thank you, Kiara," Noah answers as he leads you to the elevator that was a few feet away from the front desk. Getting into the elevator Noah hits the 15th floor, which is the top floor of the building. Noah's hand brings you to step in front of him, he twirls you around to get a good look at you

"Damn...you look sexy as always" he compliments you

"You think so?" you smile at him "You don't look too bad yourself,"

The elevator dings once you reach the last floor, he rests his hand on your lower back and whispers "Come on princess". He guides you down the carpeted hallway. It was almost like your home, the hallway had grey and white colors with a deep red carpet. Two men stand at the double doors, armed with guns. They open the doors for you both to enter his main office. Inside stood a man around the same age as Noah with longer hair tied into a bun. He turns in your direction and offers Noah a smile

Noah comes up to him, shakes his hand firmly, and brings him into a hug

"Y/N, this is Nick not only my right hand here but my best friend." he introduces his friend "Nick this is Y/N, the lovely wife."

"The other Nick huh?" you giggle shaking his hand

"Ah, so you've met Folio huh? The pleasure is mine" he smiles at you and says "Whatever you did to him, don't stop. I don't think I've seen him..." he thinks for a moment

"This happy?" you chime in

"...well, just happy in general. Keeps him off my ass on busy days"

"Ha Ha, very funny Nick. Why don't you make yourself a comfortable flower? I need to catch up with Nick for a moment," he looks to you "Sit, touch, and look at whatever you want, remote for the TV is on my desk" he kisses your cheek and sends you off while he speaks to his friend. He watches you walk off and sit in his large chair, it may be the chair or your frame but you looked so small when using his things, it made him feel strange. He liked it...

"So how aware is she about the situation?" Nick asks at a volume for only him and Noah to hear. For the past week or so there have been some strange happenings occurring. Unfortunately, it seems that you were the target. The first incident at the event was only the start of it. Blackmail letters were being sent to your home threatening you unless their demands were met. Of course, you never saw this mail because Noel had gone to it before you did. All the mail is usually placed on his desk before you can even get it.

“ nothing as far as I know she’s oblivious to whatever’s been going on. And I tend to keep it that way, so don’t you say a word to her either.”

“Whatever you say, boss,” Nick said, throwing his hands up in surrender. Knowing Noah thought it was cheesy to call him that since they’ve been friends for so long.

“ maybe you might wanna take her down to the gun range later she could at least know how to shoot a gun in case she’s in a situation“ he offers

“Hm, I will think about it,” he says, as he watches you spin around in his chair “ I’ll meet you downstairs in the pound in about half an hour,” he said to Nick never taking his eyes off of you. Nick had known Noah for a very long time, since before he even joined this organization, and when he said that he knew exactly what I meant, and he’s gonna want to stick around to find out any details.

Nick turns on his heel and lets himself out and down to the pound to make sure everything is in place. Noah took slow strides towards you, his signature walk whenever he saw you. You had tents call him a predator in the night because of how he would “stalk you” he has cornered his prey.

The chair suddenly stops spinning as no one turns the chair to him

“ you having fun there flower?” he smirks at you and you look up at him.

“ you could say that. Or I’m just distracting myself while you guys had your little talk.” You take notice of some pictures on his desk. One of them included your wedding day which took you by surprise. You stand from your seat and lean over his desk to grab the picture. Lean back against his desk and look at the picture. You still remember it like it was yesterday, at least that’s what it felt like.

“you have a picture of this day?” he chuckled, showing him the picture. He nods his head and watches as you pick the next picture. It was a picture of him but much younger. He was at least 23 here, alongside him were the two Nicks and Jolly. You gaze at the younger version of Noah.

"How long have been doing this?" you asked finally looking up from him

"Longer than I should, does that bother you?" he asked coming closer to you. His gaze was now downward as he looked at you. You let the picture slip from your grip and onto the edge of the desk. His legs spread a bit wider than yours to lean some of his weight on you. He leans down towards you, his face inches from yours

“N-no….” Why did you stutter? Did the idea of his ‘career’ turn you on? The danger, the money, the mansions, the….dominance….

“Ooo does my little flower, like this life? The luxury, the thrills….” He leans into your ear “the fun..” his lips grazes your neck with the tiniest of kisses. His hand trials up your back inch by inch until he reaches the root of hair. His finger tangle in the threads as he suddenly pulls your head back, exposing your neck more.

“Give me an answer, princess” he demands, dragging his tongue up your neck and bites down on your pulse, making your gasp and jump.

“Y-yes! Yes…” you pant your answer. He kisses his way back up to your ear and kisses your lobe.

“Good girl..” he whispers into your ear sending a shiver through your body. He lets your hair and brings you back up. He fixes your hair and shirt. “Come on, I have a surprise for you.” He smirks at you and take a your hand.

“You….ugh” you grumble as you follow his lead

“What’s wrong? Wanted me to fuck you right on the desk?” He asks you as he opens his office door

“Noah!”

“You know it’s true flower.” He chuckles

You go down a couple of floors where you hear barking. Stepping out of the elevator you meet with Nick once more. There was a large sign over a cage-like door that read "Pound"

"Soo....you guys sell puppies as a side hustle?" you raise a brow

"She's got jokes," Nick smiles at you "Well no, while we do have puppies they are trained for work here." Nick unlocks the gate with his set of keys and holds it open for you. Inside were men training dogs of all ages, each one having its level of difficulty. Some were training to bite and release on command, others training their scent, while others were puppies learning the very basics of sit, come, and stay.

Noah's hand rests on your lower back as you follow Nick he opens a separate room where a single pup is with a woman. He seemed to be just a year old, a Doberman who looked too cute to be in a place like this.

"This is your dog Y/N," Noah announced "He was specially trained as a guard dog for you, the only thing that is missing is for you to train with him so he can understand you are what needs to be guarded."

"This is Koda, he is a year and 3 months old. He is still young and learning so be patient but be firm so he can learn." The woman says handing you his leash. Koda comes to sit right next to your leg, his focus on you "Of course knowing Noah, he should keep you in line" she chuckled

Keep you in line? You couldn't explain why but it just made your blood boil to hear that.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" you scan her body head to toe

"Oh, just that...Noah is very commanding, knows what he's doing" she said looking over at Noah with some type of look in her eye. Noah just kept his eyes on you with a blank look. You bite your tongue and turn on your heel, you hand the leash to Nick and ask him

"Could we get his things in the car please?" Nick sensing what was going on in the room, takes Koda and nods at you

"Noah, let's go." without a second of hesitation Noah walks to the door and holds it open for you.

"Oh and," you turn over your shoulder "I'd appreciate it if you stopped looking at my husband." you walk ahead of Noah feeling pissed and bothered. You were a few steps ahead of Noah as you marched to the elevator. Getting inside you push the floor to his office, you simply stare at the doors with a pout.

"What's gotten you all pouty?" Noah teases

"nothing." you answer quickly

"Oh come on Y/N don't deny it, I can see how pouty you are" he chuckles "Wait....is my little flower, jealous?" he smirks

"Of who?!" you snap as the elevator dings. Stepping back out and into his office he locks the door behind you

"Just so you know, she's just a trainer, flirts with anyone she can lay her eyes on"

"Oh so she had to flirt with you, in front of me?" you huff as you walk to the window behind his desk that overlooked the city. He quietly follows behind you standing just a few feet away

"There's nothing to be jealous over flower," he said coming behind you to hold your hips

"...." you stay quiet still mentally fuming

"Look at me princess," he tilts your chin to face him over your shoulder, he notices how you bite the inside of your lip "Do you realize no woman can distract me from you? Hm?"

"they could if you really wanted them...." your eyes still don't look at him.

"Hm...alright...come here," he takes your hand and takes a seat in his chair. You stand before him still holding his hand, he spreads his legs and just smiles up at you

"what?" you asked

"Nothing just, nice to know how you feel about me," he explains as he unbuckles his belt "Why don't you show me who this dick belongs to?"

You cross your arms and think for a moment. You step up to him and straddle his lap. You smear a kiss on his neck, making sure to leave some lipstick behind. You come up to his lips and kiss him deeply, his lips smirk into the kiss, clearly satisfied with your desire. You slowly rock your hips down on him, feeling him harden and pulse at the friction. You slowly slide down his body leaving your kiss prints along his fresh white shirt, clearly marking your territory.

Your knees meet the carpeted floor as your chin rests on his thigh dangerously near his dick. You had never gotten on your knees for him until now. Sure you might have given him a hand job or two in the morning, but your face so close to his dick? He was surprised he didn't cum right there. Your hands pull his cock out, hard and pulsing just for you. Seeing it so closely was another thing from being fucked by it. Your hand begins to pump his cock slowly and steady. Noah hisses as he adjusts himself lower in his seat.

You take a long lick from the base of his cock up to the tip. You take just the tip into your mouth, out, in, and out again as you swirl your tongue around the tip. You watch as his chest rises and falls, his chest fills with air as you slowly take his cock into your mouth as far as you could, the rest being covered by your hand.

You bob your head along the length of him at a slow pace. Making sure you dragged out every pant and hiss from him. His hand comes to your root and grips your hair giving slight thrusts up into your mouth

"fuck baby..." he growls "just like that....suck daddy's dick....just like that.." he grips your hair a bit harder as he starts to guide you faster on his cock. You could feel him twitch and spurt small drops of precum. He had a slightly salty taste, but nothing that bothered you.

“Mmm, princess….can I?” He asks as he stutters his hips upwards. You can only give him a yes as a hum, giving him the green light to fuck into your mouth lightly. “Fuck! This mouth….fuck it’s all mine….”

You could feel him twitching and pulsing the longer you sucked his dick. You allow yourself to come up all the way off. The tattooed mafia mafia lets off a slight whimper, honestly filling your chest with pride.

You keep your eyes on him as you unzip your skirt and let it fall to the floor. To his surprise, he looks at your beautiful figure and says,

“No panties?” You shake your head and straddle his lap once again rubbing your pussy along his dick. Coating it with your wet juices on him

“Such a dirty little-ugh!” He growls as you slip him inside, slowly sinking all the way. Your head lulls back as he fills you. This position always filled you to the brim and you loved it “goddamn it….so fucking tight and warm”

You rock your hips at a moderate speed, hitting the sweet, sweet spot inside of you. His hands had a bruising grip on your hips as you rode him.

“That it baby….ride this cock….use me, baby!” He growls as you bounce up and down on his dick. His hands helping you get more momentum. Helping fuck yourself down harder on him, reaching deeper, going faster

“F-fuck! Ah! So good!” You moan out as your hands find his hair and clench on the hairs

“Good girl….good fucking girl! I’m yours baby…” he could feel your pussy clenching down on him, by now he already knew you were getting close. His hand brings your head down to his lips and he huffs “Only yours you got that…..this cock, my money, my life…. it is all…fucking…yours!”

He said between thrusts. His hand slams you down on his dick as he comes undone inside of you. He groans as he cums deep in your pussy

“Shit! Fuck….” he continues to fuck you down on his cock and fucking his cum deeper into your pussy “take that cum princess…cum for me!”

You rock your hips violently against you chasing after your high. Your lower stomach tightens in a knot. It becomes tighter and tighter until it finally snaps and your body convulses against Noah as you come around him

“That’s it….good fucking girl….” His lips find yours as you share a passionate kiss, you ride your high out, leaving, you both spent and panting. After you both finally catch your breath, you simply just lay on his shoulder as he caresses your back.

“I didn’t know you can get like that princess” he chuckles “maybe I should make you jealous more often”

“do that and you’re sleeping on the couch” You playfully threaten him, which he answers with a pearl lips, and a soft smile. The softest smile that only you were blessed with seeing.

After cleaning yourself up and getting yourselves, put together. No one grabs some paperwork takes your hand and walks out of the office.

As you both write down the elevator into the garage, Noah is looking over some paperwork, with a certain look on his face. He seemed to be contemplating something. He says as he puts the paper down looks like you and just smiles right back. The ride home was like any other. You were tired and ready to go to bed, especially after those events.

Once you were home Noah give you a kiss to your forehead.

“I have some work I need right now catch up on, I’ll try not to be there too late”

“Okay, wait,” you pucker your lips wanting a kiss before he leaves

He chuckles “Spoiled princess,” he kisses you before heading to his office. Looking at the entry table you see some letters. Now that you thought about it, you never really saw the mail so this was the first but nothing too strange. You go and pick up the handful of letters and sort through them. The majority of them were to Noah or just general advertisements, however, one of them did have your name on it.

Maybe it was from your family checking up on you. You put the rest down walk over into the living room and tear the letter open. It was a handwritten letter in red, and the more you read the lines the more your smile fell.

“Y/n, so you even understand what will happen to you? It’s already too late for you, your family, your sisters. You were used as a contract and you will end up like a contract…torn and shredded to pieces. Discarded in trash ba-“

You didn’t dare to keep reading, afraid of other, gruesome details, they were willing to describe to you. The letter had no return address or name on it. The envelope only contained that threatening letter you had read. Dropping the letter, your hand comes up to lay over your thumping chest. Your other hand lying just under your nose to feel your breath to try and calm yourself. You still felt the uneasiness in your stomach and decided to go up to Noah’s office. Feeling overwhelming, anxious and fear from what you read. Your heart was thumping in your throat. You reach his office door and start to turn the knob you stop when you hear Noah’s voice

“….yes I looked over the contract….of course I was aware of the conditions…..no….of course not…..”

The contract? It was just a marriage contract……right?

You knew you shouldn’t be listing it on his business….but this concerned you in the end. You continue to listen

“…no….no she doesn’t know. *sigh* as far as I know she didn’t read that part, just signed…” he huffs “…..only a year? Listen, this shit doesn’t just happen overnight…..yes…yes…..if you come fucking near her I promise you I will-hello? Hello?! Motherfuck- ugh”

He groans as he hangs up and slams his phone on his desk. You’ve seen him upset but never pissed like this. Who was he speaking with? 1 year? From what it sounded like, he seemed to already know about the threats…you didn’t know what to do. You froze in your place not knowing what to do.

“Ms. Y/N?” Vilma calls for you from the first floor.

Shit! You mentally cruse. You leave the door closed to closing but not closed, and tiptoe your way back to the staircase

“Yes Vilma?” You call for her as you come down the steps

“Oh just a delivery from Mr.Ruffilo, he’s a cute one” Vilma answers as you come down to find Koda and all his belongings. The pup stood up from his spot, his ears lifting seeming excited to see you.

“Hey Koda, welcome home bud,” you kneel and scratch just behind his ears. He gives you a few sniffs and whines a bit. He was probably tired from the long trip “I think it’s going to be cold out tonight Vilma, can we find a spot for him in here?”

“Of course we should have a spare room with enough space….dear are you alright?” She asks you

“Yeah just fine, why do you ask?”

“You just seem very pale dear. Are you feeling okay?” She asked coming to feel your temperature, typical Vilma such a maternal soul.

“Really Vilma I’m *cough* okay…”

“Y/N your burning up! Come let me get you soemthing warm to drink…” Vilma’s voice seemed to start to fade out a bit as your vision blurs a little

“I think I might be getting a cold…or….something….” Your speech was slowing and your chest felt heavy. You take balance with the railing of the stairs. Kids started barking at you, but all you could focus on was the sound of your pulse in your ear and the way you felt as if you were spinning…or maybe the room was spinning? Maybe it was-

“Oh no! Mr.Sebastian! Noah!”

Noah comes out of his office hearing the commotion. Making it to the staircase there you were limp in Vilma’s arms.

“What happened?!” He rushes down the stairs and falls to his knees taking you in his arms

“Well she came downstairs to get Koda and she looked pale and she fainted!”

Your breath was shallow and you were burning up. Noah picks you up off the floor and carries you up the stairs

“Vilma call the doctor and tell him to get here now!”

“Y-yes sir!”

As Vilma makes the call to a private doctor Noah takes you up to your shared room and lays you on the bed. He strips you from your clothes to help keep your body at a neutral temperature. His hand came up to your face and caressed your cheek

“Come on princess…..open those pretty eyes for me……” his plead was in vain as your eyes remain closed,

“…..please”

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kisscara · 1 year

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pity party [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ modern au, minor angst, fluff

scaramouche claimed he's never come to care about his birthday. anymore, at least. since kindergarten and every other grade after that, not a single person cared to show up when they were invited. he clearly remembers sitting at the dinner table, party hat atop his head seemingly drooping in the sad setting of the room.

but there was another thing. he always invited the whole class, except for one person. there were a lot of rumors about you and scaramouche wanted to stay as far away from you as possible so that his classmates wouldn't mistaken him for being your friend. it'd completely ruin his image.

however, on scaramouche's eighteenth birthday, he wondered what would happen should he invite you. of course, he'll slide invitations in the lockers of the rest of his peers, but just like before, they probably wouldn't care to come. it didn't even matter if they didn't have a gift, just their presence alone would put scaramouche over the moon.

and so, he waited in the living room. every now and then, he'd play video games on his phone, hoping to wait out the arrival of his peers much more quicker but in reality, he was trying to get his birthday over with.

suddenly, the sound of the doorbell going off caused him to sit up from his slouching position. could it be? scaramouche tossed his phone aside and practically ran to the front door. he swung it open and his heart began doing somersaults in his chest.

you awkwardly stood there, waiting for him to speak up. when he didn't say anything, you took it upon yourself to engage the conversation. "happy birthday, scaramouche." you presented your wrapped gift for him with a smile. he idly stood, frozen as you placed the gift in his hands.

you welcomed yourself inside of his home, and that's when he finally snapped out of his trance. "that took me a lot of time to wrap, so i'd appreciate it if you viciously ripped it apart when i leave," you playfully commented. scaramouche carefully put your gift on the table in the dining room and a grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

"this is a big occasion, isn't it? after all, you're finally an adult." you sat on the couch and scaramouche joined you. "um, yeah. listen, we haven't properly met before, right?" he asked. you murmured, "mhm, i figured you were avoiding me like everyone else." at that, scaramouche tensed up.

you burst into a fit of laughter, "c'mon, i'm just kidding! what's with the serious look?" scaramouche relaxed his shoulders in relief. his first party guest and he nearly screwed it over. you grinned, "i'm (name). they don't really like me just because... you know what, i don't know either but hey,"

you took a party hat from the table and placed it on your head. "i didn't know eighteen year olds still held birthday parties like this," you giggle, to which scaramouche replied in a flustered frenzy, "my mom put those out!" you laugh, "i get it. by the way, do you like horror movies?" scaramouche looked to the side.

"my mom still has me on a netflix kids account and she gets notified whenever i try making a purchase using my credit card..." scaramouche covered his face in embarrassment. you leaned against the couch, "you too, huh?" scaramouche looked up from his hands to glance at you.

has celestia sent down an angel for him?

you waved around a few dvd cases that came from your bag, "i used my friend's money to get these. i obviously paid them back." you stood up and crouched down in front of the dvd player on the tv set. "you ever watch a nightmare on elm street, poltergeist, scream, halloween... any of the classics at all?"

scaramouche shook his head and you flashed him a smile, "great, me neither!"

that evening, scaramouche lost track of time marathoning horror movies with you. the two of you ate the snacks from his dining room and hid under a big blanket, all of the lights turned off to set the right mood. he was grateful that you didn't question where the rest of the guests were, not once.

you tightened the grip on your popcorn bowl and scaramouche intently watched the screen. "i can't look," you squealed, covering your eyes. scaramouche couldn't help but let out a chuckle. he had a feeling that if he were watching horror movies alone, he'd be looking away as well. but he wouldn't miss this for the world.

suddenly, the front door slammed open and you and him shouted in unison. you fell off of the couch and scaramouche looked over. "oh, it's much too dark in here, it's bad for your eyes," ei tutted, turning on the light. she tilted her head, "kuni, who's that, dear?"

scaramouche gritted his teeth, "i'm busy, mom-" ei gasped, "is this a party guest?" she started giggling, "i expected this birthday to be like the rest but i'm glad you found a worthy friend, kuni! i'll be in my room, okay? don't stay up too late, you two!" you sat back down on the couch and exclaimed, "thank you, miss!"

the second scaramouche heard ei's bedroom door close, he turned the lights back off. "sorry about her," scaramouche muttered. the movie served as pure background noise as you remarked, "she seems sweet. where was she the whole time, work?" scaramouche mumbled, "yeah, runs a business."

your pupils dilated, "really? that's so cool, no wonder you have a ton of friends." scaramouche froze up from where he was sitting next to you. friends. in class, they'll act like his friends, but it's like they're strangers the second they step outside of the school grounds. i mean, they don't even go to his birthday parties.

"mhm." he rested his chin in his palm, "after this, are you going to pretend we don't know each other in class, just like before?" you perk up in surprise. "why would i? i have a new friend now ⎯ ah wait, i don't even know if it's mutual," you nervously corrected yourself with a sheepish smile.

scaramouche's porcelain complexion flushed red. "you... want to be my friend?" he asked in a small voice. "definitely! you're funner than i took you for, scaramouche!" you happily comment before tossing another popcorn into your mouth.

"okay. let's be friends, (name)." scaramouche gave you a smile and you smiled back. he looked at the television set. "by the way, funner isn't a word," he said. you complained, "is too!" scaramouche laughed. for the first time ever, he genuinely laughed with a friend.

a half hour later, you checked your phone's notifications. "oh, i got to go, my mom's car is outside." you quickly gathered your things and put on your shoes. scaramouche solemnly watched as you reached for the doorknob. "hey," at your call, he looked up from the floor.

"you can keep the dvds, i'll come back another time to get them. you can watch the rest without me or wait 'til i'm free. got it?" you winked at him and scaramouche lightly chuckled, "yeah, i'll wait for you." you waved, "thanks for the great night, scara! i'll see you at school tomorrow!"

and the front door shut with a click.

scaramouche's gaze caught your gift on the table. he made his way over and began to delicately unwrap it. he read the sticky note on the box, word for word. 'happy 18th birthday, scaramouche!! i don't know you too well, but i sewed this up myself. i hope you like it ♡'

scaramouche removed the top of the box and his eyes lit up. a felt doll that looked just like him. with caution, he took it out of the box, feeling as if he'd ruin this precious treasure so easily if he wasn't careful. he held it to his chest and sighed in content.

from that point on, he looks forward to his birthday, all because of one person.

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a few notable stuff:

1. Advice he would give a young Sidney Crosby "Probably to say no a little bit more as far as the off-ice stuff. That's one thing I look back on and it was just, it was pretty hectic. I think it's easier said than done. I think at that point there was just so much going on, coming out of a lockout. There's a lot of expectations on and off the ice as far as doing your part as a young player to try to help the league. I think it's easy to say that now but at the time I think it was the right thing. It's just, it was a bit of a year. It was a lot. You feel that pressure, you feel that expectation."

2. "Do you yet consider your context? Your place in hockey's history? Top five. Stuff like that. And I know you're gonna say you don't, but come on, by now you gotta." "I don't (laughs). Why would I? I mean, that's a debate for other people, not me. I don't really- There's no reason for me to really think about that. Obviously there's a ton of reasons and things you could debate so there's not much point in me even going there." "I'm not asking you to declare yourself the top five but I just wonder if privately you wonder. Not at all, huh?" "No, I don't. It's a compliment when your named with so many great players and you're put in that category. But I love the game and I respect all the players who've played before and what they've accomplished. I don't really need to figure out what that is or have that number in mind. It really doesn't change how I feel about the game or how I feel about what I've done in hockey. It's not really about that."

3. "Do you ever just sit on the couch and watch TV and eat junk food?" "Yeah pretty much Sunday and off days is what it is."

4. "What's it like to go the distance with Malkin and Letang? Now it's apparent you're gonna play the length of your careers together as far as it can go." "To be able to go this long and hopefully be able to go a few more years that would be incredible. It's been a pretty amazing ride to this point. To be able to have those guys around, to go through the experiences we have, to see their drive at this point in their career and what they've accomplished, I think is something that we all push each other and we all have really high expectations. They're driven. They care. They're competitive. And it's really fun to see that after all these years. That hasn't changed.

5. "What would you rather win? A gold medal or another Stanley Cup?" "There's no way I'm answering that one (laughs)".

6. Last movie he watched was, of course, Oppenheimer. "The long one. Really good. They mentioned Halifax, Nova Scotia in it too so that doesn't hurt." "Why not Exorcist? Too scary?" "Yeah, not really a scary movie guy."

7. "Are you engaged, married or is anyone expecting?" "Nope. Nothing to report there."

8. "You are very comfortable with your age, aren't you, at this point in your life and career. 36. Even the grey hair. I don't think it fazes you at all." "Yeah, no. What would faze me about my age?" "You tell me. Cus you and I talked a bit about dyeing your hair which you have no intent to do." "Well I might have to if I everybody comes up to me and chirps at my greys, I just might have to eliminate that conversation starter."

9. "You gonna fight Bedard?" "No, you don't have to worry about that."

#sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins

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deonsx · 9 months

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When You Are Horny For Him

~ "when I heard you moan my name in that beautiful voice I thought I should come" ~

Dazai x Reader

Content: Smut, Nsfw, Dom!Dazai, Fm!Reader, teasing, biting

Damn you really needed her tonight "Dazai .." your colleague and the guy you've been in love with for years, spending the night alone moaning her name every night is really driving you into oblivion

Every night you couldn't have it, your desire was getting bigger. But dazai never had such a problem, he was already spending a one-night stand with a new woman whenever he wanted. But you didn't want to be one of them "one night stands”

He was the man you wanted so much and also your co-worker osamu dazai was your neighbor you couldn't bear to hear their voices with a different girl every night your heart hurt for a man like this

While you were thinking this you were going to reach your peak until the bell rang all the feeling disappeared

you walked to the door and when you opened it you saw dazai in the trench coat god she was really beautiful it must be a godsend her most time colorless, eyes dark skin you really wanted her

"ah dazai-san?" You looked at the brunette in bewilderment. her eyes narrowed, she slowly leaned forward and whispered to you "when I heard you moan my name in that beautiful voice I thought I should come"

You were out of breath, a lot of thoughts went through you at once, nothing would be the same anymore, you couldn't resist it, so was this going to be a one night stand? no no i have to refuse

"I-I'm sure you heard wrong I was just watching a series of movies" you coughed and replied. brown irises flickered and a grin spread across his face. "Dazai..dazai" mimicked your moans "shut up" you were afraid others would hear it and you pulled him and closed the door

"Why are you acting like that s/o?” "Nobody wants to be a one night stand dazai" you confessed to him "one night stand?". you shook your head "you can go according to what you heard" his hand was on you you were startled

"Are you afraid that I'll treat you like that?" she asked seriously on her face i guess she wasn't going to leave until she got the answer, "I don't want to be your one night stand osamu..I really want you" you whispered, even more hesitant than he heard

You opened your mouth to speak but he stepped back with a deep kiss but at that moment you wanted to forget everything and closed your eyes and back to kiss

he turned off the lights he took you in his arms and pressed you against the wall as he realized you were kissing until the last moment of his breath, he moved towards your neck

fuck it i want him so much! butterflies are flying in my stomach those were your thoughts. He threw you on the bed and got on top of you and took off your nightgowns leaving kisses on your bare shoulder landed on your breasts "awards awards" giggling and kissing your chest "shut up you're so annoying!" when he put it in his mouth it made you moan while he was caressing your other breast with his other hand when he went down "huh? you already? are you wet with this already?" grinned

You didn't speak, you just looked at the brunette who was giggling mockingly. he slowly bent over his warmth and pressed his tongue in and shivered when he stuck his tongue in "hahhh d-stop" that felt really good but you didn't want to moan against him "moan honey, groan like you moaned my name an hour ago" fuck the tongue feels so good. your voice wouldn't stop you felt a knot "d-dazai" "hmhmmmm" tongue was burning inside

"F-fuck" the knot snapped fast you looked at the boy but he's already licked everything up he was still looking in like a little cat like "s-stop it!"

“You really taste delicious in every way, I should drink a glass of this every day,” he said as he unzipped it. he adjusted his shaft towards you and he slowly walked in. You groaned halfway through but at that very moment he threw it all in very quickly causing you to throw your head back and curse "osamu! fuck" "oh? you're finally moaning my name?" the groans and skin bumps fill the whole room

she was using her hips very well, you didn't want to forget this evening, you could live with her forever. you pulled her to you and left kisses the beat got too fast for a second "you're so tight you take me really well" you blushed you couldn't speak again felt that knot it broke off quickly as you both gasped while dazai ejaculated on your stomach. you felt your breaths while he was still hugging you

you wrapped yourself in the duvets as he got out of bed "hm? do I have to force you into the shower?" You looked at him curiously "shower?" "for the second round"

AAAAAAAAA I LOVE THİS STORY I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

Should ı do part 2?

Request Are Open!

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factual-fantasy · 5 months

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22 asks!! :DD 💖💀🎉💖

@bunny-coffee

@elegysonnet

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND YOOOO IM DEVOURING THIS IDEA FRFR-

There's so much sadness! So much angst! AND JEVIL COMFORTING FRISK BY MAKING HER LAUGH?? PERFECT!!!

Now I may be not able to apply this idea word for word.. but I LOVE so much about it! Would you mind if I yoinked some of this? Its great!! :DD

:DD Happy new year!🎉🥳🎉 And thank YOU for sending me a kind message! I endlessly appreciate it 💖💖

@bunny-coffee

:00 Really? Thank you!! :DD I was actually pretty unsure of that detail for Jevil.. Making him round and squishy kind'a made him look too young to me.. but I'm so glad you like it! Maybe his squishiness isn't so bad! :D

:DDD Happy new year!! 💖🎉🥳🎉💖

XD Its been a while since I watched the movie. But I think my reaction was something along the lines of:

"..oh?.... OH..?.... OH YOOOOO---" *excited for angst noises XDD*

Thank you!! :DD As for his knuckle scars, there isn't really one specific way he got them. It just shows that he's rough and tough. He's been through a lot and has been on many dangerous missions.

You know, scraping his hands on rocks, dealing with sharp teethed and dangerous creatures every day.. Your hands would naturally get beat up a lot of you lived like Kwazii.

Aww! How fun! I'm sure Foxy wouldn't mind the company! :}

Foxy: "Oh? Are you a new animatronic?"

Calico Jack: "BIG TALKIN ROBOT-"

Now usually I would say Calico Jack. And its probably still true.. but considering how I'm trying to structure my Octonauts AU.. Inkling might actually be the one who's studied up more on folk tales and mythologies.. 👀

@rockbott0m47 (huh.. in all my days I don't think I've ever received a question like this XDD)

I try to be as factual as possible.. but in all honesty, my factual stops where the lazy begins-

XDD You're welcome?? Ah- Sorry for your loss?? XD I'm not sure how you feel about this realization but none the less thank you! I'm so glad you've liked my artwork! :DD

@nevereatingpeas

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad you like my deign!! :}}💖

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭😭💖💖💖

(Post in question)

WAAAAAHGG THANB YIU SO MCUH!!! ITS SO COOL TO ME THAT YOU SAW ALL THOSE DETAILS!!

Yes exactly! Shellington's "VEGGIE DAD" shirt, Kwazii's bent whiskers and scars.. AND YES YES! THE CAPTAIN IN FULL UNIFORM!! I was thinking that he is an early riser and was up before everyone else was. He's not intending to eat later- he's just already had breakfast! :0

AND YES!! The meals were all correct but one <XD google says that sea otters eat crab. So I googled "crab meat meal" and drew one of the things that came up. It might be a salad thing..? Or a crab pasta thingy.?? Not sure <XDD But MAN the potatoes would have been a good idea too-

One detail that I was fond of was the steam coming from everyone's cups. Though Peso and Barnacles have no steam, because they're drinking cold drinks! You get it?? Becuase they are cold creatures?? Don't like warm things??? I'm so smart 🤣

@itschrisboys

YOOOO THIS IS A REALLY SOLID IDEA!! She could have the guilt of having killed everyone, while also trying to give everyone their happy ending.. Cool! Would you mind if I used this idea? Or at least part of it? Its really neat! :00

@britneyt

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like that design detail of his XDD

Also thank you again! Happy new year!! 🎉🥳🎉

@beryl-shade

XD My first thought was Glamrock Freddy; "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HIDE YOU NOW GREGORY??"

I do! I'll have to draw them sometime-

@tallchest13-blog

Thank you! I'm so glad! :DDD

@natewithacake

:DD Thank you so much!! I'm glad you like the designs I've given them! :}}}

#my response #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #fnaf security breach

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hopelesslyromanticgay · 10 months

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Playing with her hair - Vada Cavell X Reader

Y/N's POV:

"Why are people in horror movies so dumb!" my girlfriend Vada complains, "Like in the real world no one is stupid enough to do ANY of this. Like, no one would even pick up the phone in the first place!"

"Uh huh," I say to the girl sprawled out across my lap and the rest of the couch, not fully paying attention to what she's saying. I'm more focused on counting her freckles. A while ago, the question of how many freckles she had started to interest me and ever since it's been hard to get the idea out of my mind.

68...

69...

70...

"Y/N/N, are you listening to me?" she asks, breaking my trance, "am I rambling again, I'm sorry."

"Don't be! You're cute when you ramble," I reassure her. She looks over at me, a huge smile creeping over her face, her beautiful brown eyes shimmering in the dim light.

"In that case, I'm gonna keep going," she tells me, "what kind of dumbass decides it's a good idea to let their younger than six year old kid go out of the house alone on a rainy day!"

"Bad ones, I guess," I say absentmindedly. We keep on watching the movie we have on, neither of us really focused on it. without even thinking of it, my hands make their way to her hair.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Messing with your hair," I admit.

"Oh my god, are we acting like a normal couple?" she gasps.

"Do you not like it?"

"No!" she exclaims, "please don't stop."

"Oh my god, can I style it?"

"As long as it's not too fancy," she insists. One of the first things I ever learned about Vada is how much she hates looking fancy. She doesn't like the tight fitting "feminine" clothing, or the way makeup feels on her face. She hates the way her hair gets tightly pulled into an uncomfortable style, and then gelled into place. What's even worse is if she has to do all three of those TOGETHER. So I'm making it a point to keep it fairly informal, but still neat.

I run my fingers through her dark brunette locks, trying to get the various knots out.

"Ow!" that one hurt!" she squeals.

"Sorry, oh my god are you okay?" I apologize, hoping I haven't hurt her too bad.

"I guess," she says sadly.

"Will this make it better?" I ask, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She looks up at me smiling, "so much better." I brush a few strands of hair out of her face before continue styling it. She climbs into my lap, facing away from me so I can better access her hair.

I start parting her hair, so that there's an even amount of it on each side of her face.

"Oh my god Beverly get out of that house!" Vada screams, practically jumping up at the television, "I swear these people are so dumb."

"Vada, baby, you need to sit slightly still for this to look good," I say softly.

"Fine," she pouts, "why is you doing this kind of relaxing?"

"Maybe I just have that effect on you," I suggest.

"No, normally you make me so excited and happy, like a little kid seeing a bunch of candy and a lot of stuffies!"

"Aww, that's cute," I smile, my face getting warm.

"You're the best girlfriend ever," she compliments me, "I don't know how I wound up with someone as beautiful and funny and all around amazing as you."

"Maybe it's because you're the best girlfriend ever," I suggest.

"No you are!"

"No you!" We continue to argue about who's the better girlfriend, eventually realizing that we'd never get the other to agree with our opinion.

I end up sorting her hair into two neat braids, not too fancy, but presentable.

"And voila!" I say, snapping a photo of the brunette to show her how she looks. She turns around quickly to view the photo.

"I look like Wednesday Addams if she had severe PTSD," she laughs, "but seriously, I love it."

"You do look like that!" I cackle, "what a funny coincidence!"

"Thank you, Y/N/N. I love it," she smiles softly, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

"Sure thing, it was probably more fun for me than it was for you," I giggle.

"Well you can play with my hair anytime," she offers.

"Haha! You're gonna regret making that offer," I tell her.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #i love jenna ortega #vada cavell #vada cavell x y/n #vada cavell x fem! reader #vada cavell x you #cute #the fallout #jenna ortega x you #reader insert #vada cavell x reader #fanfic #drabble #one shot #jenna ortega one shot #vada cavell one shot #jenna ortega x fem!reader

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v4mpgutz · 1 month

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⊹₊ ⋆ CUT & SEWN JUST FOR: @ladyinbl00d

₊˚꒰🎀꒱‧ BABYDOLL DRESSES : dallas winston, 'enchanted' by taylor swift, meeting for the first time.

⊹˚. ౨ৎ 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

❝ all i can say is i was enchanted to meet you. ❞

warnings — movie dallas (matt dillon), mention of armed robbery, smoking, fluff, love at first sight vibes, dallas being dallas

dallas winston had never set foot inside a bookstore — that is unless you count the one time in new york before he was arrested. at that time though, he was brought along by these guys he would hang around in the subway. he watched as they pulled a gun on the old lady running the shop, the woman cowering as she handed them the money.

dallas thought about that often, he wasn't sure why they decided it had to be a bookstore of all places — did they even make money worth taking?

he hadn't exactly planned to go into that kind of store ever again, he wasn't the kind of guy that enjoyed literature of any kind and he couldn't be caught in a place like that; it would ruin his reputation. on one particular day though, he found himself being dragged to 'the book garden' — ponyboy's favourite store.

unfortunately for dallas, today he was tasked with accompanying johnny and pony as everyone else was busy. it's not that he didn't like them, because he did, he'd just rather spend his saturday doing anything else.

the three of them walked into the store where you just so happened to be working today. you glanced up at the ring of the bell when the door opened, seeing the trio of greasers. you gave a small smile to ponyboy, recognising him as he was a frequent customer. johnny you knew from school when he came and dallas — well, everyone knew dallas — but you didn't know him.

you kept yourself busy where you were, stocking the shelf with new additions. there were lots of interesting copies in there of old fairytales, you picked up a stack of seven rather thick books and walked slowly towards the fantasy section.

you could barely see over the stack but you knew your way around the store well so you felt confident enough to walk through blind. you did feel confident walking through blind, at least, that was until somebody bumped into you and made you and your stack of books fall to the floor.

you frowned, wincing as your knees came into contact with the hard wood.

you started gathering your books hurriedly, hearing a huff from above you. "you should watch where you're goin', huh? people are tryin' to walk here."

you swallowed hard and got up, balancing the pile of books in your arms once again and coming face-to-face with dallas winston.

"i'm— i'm sorry..." you sputtered out in apology, feeling embarrassment creep its way into your gut. you really should've known something like this had to happen at some point — you just didn't expect it to be dallas in particular.

the roughed up teen chewed the inside of his cheek, his eyes noticeably looking you up and down as if examing you before he looked away for a moment. he licked his teeth in a smile as he turned back to you.

"so— so what are you? uh, a— a librarian?" he asked with a little chuckle. "kinda cute."

you blinked slowly, his words catching up with you. "no... librarians work in libraries," you told him as you chewed your lip, "hence the name."

dallas tilted his head to the side and back into place in a shrug, letting out a low hum in acknowledgement. he wasn't the brightest, okay? how was he supposed to know that?

"you work here then?" he asked, despite it being obvious due to your attire and the fact you were cleary putting new stock away.

"mhm, yeah," you told him as you slid the books you were holding into their correct places on the shelf. "been working here for two years or so."

dallas nodded and sucked his cheeks in, rolling his eyes as ponyboy called him over to the exit.

"well," dallas leant down slightly as he got closer to your face, "i s'pose you might be seein' be around here more often," he claimed with a wonky grin.

"what?" you questioned with a furrowed brow, "you like reading?"

"no," dallas shook his head, "i seem to be growing quite fond of you though, darlin'."

you were flattered despite the fact that this was your first proper meeting — you understand why so many girls from your school would talk about him now. you were definitely falling for his charm, that's for sure.

"o— okay... bye," you told him quickly before hurrying back over to the staff room and closing the door. you leant against the wall and cupped your face in your hands, letting out a little screech of embarrassment and gently smacking yourself.

dallas winston had never set foot in a bookstore — and now he would make sure he did at least weekly.

RIVER'S BLURB: DAVI listen. i know this is kinda short i am sorry 😓 but i hope you like it and sorry it literally took me a gazillion years ok byebye

#— riv's fashion school: event ᝰ.ᐟ #— river's sticky notes ✩˚｡⋆#dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #the outsiders #fanfiction #matt dillon #s.e hinton #writers on tumblr #someone shut me up #dallas winston x reader fluff #fluff #first meeting #meet cute #love at first sight

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rafesslxt · 4 months

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rafe cameron ff | secret bunny 🐰

summary: 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

JJ‘s cousin, also sarah‘s best friend is coming back to obx for the summer break after 4 years. Oh and how Rafe remembers her

word count : 2436

warning: memory of losing someone, death, shooting, language ( let me know if there are more )

note: more heat & sexual tension with rafe is coming in part 2 🫣

part 1 | welcome back

JJ's POV:

"So when did you want tell us that you - or should I say we - get a guest over the summer?" I shrugged my shoulders. "John B knew it." "Wow, so a complete stranger spends the whole summer with us and you don't think it's necessary to tell us?" Kie raised her eyebrows in a huff and pierced me with her gaze.

I looked at my watch and got up. " Yes, and I have to go now. By the way, you know her. It's my cousin Scarlett and I didn't tell you so you wouldn't make such a big fuss like last time until she felt uncomfortable."

"What? Scar is visiting us? Today?" Pope almost screamed. "See! That's exactly why I did not tell you!" " When was the last time she was in outer banks?", Kie asked. " I don't know, I think 4 years ago?" "I hope she hasn't changed and is still as cool as she used to be."

I left the house and took John B's Van to get Scar from the ship she came on.

Scar's POV:

It had been a long time since I've been here and yet the air smelled exactly as I remembered it. I had missed the warm weather and the nice people, but the older I got, the more and more responsibilities I had at home. Besides college, I helped my parents with the marketing of their company. They were markers in New York and I supported them with their website and Instagram profiles. In addition, I would occasionally take photos of the houses for sale.

As much as I loved helping my parents, I was glad to have a break from everything and finally visit my cousin JJ. I missed him from time to time, but we never had much contact when I wasn't here. As soon as I arrived, however, we were inseparable as children. Talk about the devil.

"Scarlett!"JJ yelled, who just got out of a van. "JJ!" I smiled and jumped into his arms. "How's my favorite cousin huh?" I laughed and hugged him tightly before letting him go. "Good, I'm your only one." I took a closer look at him now that he was standing in front of me.

He had grown a lot, his face looked the same as it did 4 years ago, just a little more mature. He looked more athletic and his style hadn't changed much either. He still looked like a typical surfer boy from the movies. The girls here had to kiss his feet.

JJ took my luggage and put it in the back of the van. "I'm surprised you didn't come on your bike." I knew he loved to ride his bike and I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd come on it instead of the van.

"We'll ride it soon enough," he winked at me and got into the van. " So? Go on, tell me. How are you little one?"

During the car ride, JJ told me everything that had happened in the last few years. His life hadn't really changed and his circle of friends was still the same as 4 years ago. I told him everything about home, how my family was and what I had been doing for the last few years.

We arrived at a small hut where John B lived, as far as I could remember. Excited, I got out of the car and helped JJ unpack my luggage before we brought everything inside. "This is where you're going to live for the next 6 weeks."

We went out onto the terrace where the rest of the Pogues were sitting. " Oh my god, hey." I felt myself getting a little emotional seeing everyone again after such a long time. "Scar!" John B was the first to ask how I was and hugged me tightly. Then I hugged Pope and after him Kiara. "Kiara. I'm surprised to see you here. Are you a Pogue now too?" I smiled and pointed at the others. Kiara was always better off with the Pogues than with the Kooks. Who on the island cared more about the turtles than her?

" I needed a change of scenery from all the glamor." she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and smiled back. But as quickly as her smile appeared, it disappeared again when I asked my next question. "Do you know where Sarah is today? I wanted to meet her when I've settled in. Why don't you come with me if you want?" She just shook her head. "You know, Kiara and Sarah aren't really friends anymore. There was this thing..." Pope began. "This thing, exactly. That she's a bitch, you mean?" She looked annoyed at Pope.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know that." Sarah had never mentioned anything. Back in the days, we spent almost every day together. Kiara, Sarah and me. I wondered what could have led them to no longer being friends. " But have fun with her anyway. Hopefully you'll see as quickly as I did that she's a snake."

"There's a party at the beach tonight, you'll definitely meet her there," JJ assured me. I exhaled deeply. I was beginning to get the feeling that a lot had changed in the time I had been away.

In the evening

I went to take a shower and changed into some new clothes as I was already sweaty from the warm weather and the trip here. "Hey John B, thanks again for letting me stay here with you. " I knew that his father had been gone for a long time now and probably couldn't imagine how hard that must be for him. " No problem, JJ's family is my family too. Well, except for your uncle. " My uncle was the reason I spent my time in the Outer Banks at John B's. My parents and JJ didn't want me to sleep over there because they knew what Luke was like. Besides, JJ assured me that he slept at John B's most of the time anyway.

I chatted with John B for a while until the Pogues arrived. Together we went down to the beach where I met many familiar faces again. Including Sarah's. "JJ I'll be right back." Before he could answer, I ran to Sarah. "Sarah?" A wide smile appeared on my lips as she turned around. " Scarlett!" I probably heard my name for the 1000th time today. Happy that she was as exited as I was, I hugged her tightly and closed my eyes. "Oh my God, I've missed you so much!" she murmured into my shoulder as she returned my hug.

"Look at you! You're even more beautiful than last time!" she said, making me spin around. "What about you! The boys here must all be after you, right?" Embarrassed, she looked down at the floor and something clicked in my head. "Don't tell me! Do you have a boyfriend?" " Yes, his name is Topper. He's over there with his friends." I looked in the direction she was pointing. A boy named Kelce was standing next to Topper with another guy. I couldn't tell who the third one was because he had his back to us.

Sarah waved Topper over and he followed her hand like a puppy until he stood next to us.

"Topper, this is my friend Scarlett. Scarlett, this is my boyfriend Topper." she introduced us. " Ah, Scarlett. Sarah has talked a lot about you, especially the last few days." "Scar is enough and I'm pleased to meet you. " I shook his hand. I wish I could have returned his words, but Sarah hadn't said a word about him, which surprised me a little.

Rafe's POV:

"Where is he going?" Kelce asked me. "What? Who?" I followed Kelce's gaze. Topper ran to my sister who waved him over. I wasn't really surprised at that. She had him wrapped around her little finger since day 1. What did surprise me was who was standing next to my sister. "Who's that girl next to Sarah?" I asked Kelce. "I think that's Scarlett. Topper had mentioned something about Sarah being happy because she was coming to Outer Banks today. " He shrugged his shoulders and continued. " You know I hardly listen to him when he talks about Sarah."

My eyebrows drew together. Scarlett? Why did her name sound so familiar? Kelce seemed to have noticed my look " Man, that's Scarlett! She used to play with Sarah and Kiara. It's been years since she was here. "

Suddenly I could remember her. Scar. Kelce was right. She used to play with Sarah and Kiara at our house.

I took a closer look. Her long blonde hair fell in waves over her shoulders. I could already see her curves from here. Damn, she's grown up. I licked my lips and took a few steps closer. "Watch out before something flies into your mouth." Kelce laughed loudly. I closed my mouth and punched him lightly in the ribs. "Shut the fuck up."

Scar's POV:

"I'm throwing a costume party at my house tomorrow. My dad and Rose are going to the Bahamas for the weekend. Why don't you come over if you want? Then I can introduce you to the rest of us.", Sarah suggested. "That sounds great. Is there a theme? Or a dress code?" I asked to make sure. "No. You can come as whatever you want." That meant I would definitely have to go shopping tomorrow.

We chatted a bit more with Topper when JJ and John B joined us. "Hey Sarah! Can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?" JJ offered Sarah. Sarah looked at the beer and then at JJ " No, but thanks." " Oh sorry. Is it not fancy enough for you?" A little irritated, I looked at my cousin. "JJ, she doesn't want anything." Sarah smiled at me and said " No, we were just leaving."

Now I was even more puzzled. We had been talking normally. Why were they just leaving? The atmosphere quickly became tense. I wondered if Sarah already knew what was going to happen.

"Hey, you know what? I'll take it." Topper said and reached for the red cup, but JJ pulled his hand away.

"If you said pretty please, maybe. But you didn't." " Oh really pretty please? Pretty please?" " So Sarah, you can have it." JJ tried to give his cup to Sarah again but Topper interrupted him by tipping the cup into JJ's face. "She doesn't want it, you dick!"

JJ tried to reach for Topper but John B intervened." Hey JJ. Come on he's not worth it man." He pushed him back more while I ran to JJ's side. "JJ what was that about? What's your problem with each other?" Before I could get an answer Topper shouted "Dirty Pogues!"

John B let go of JJ, stormed towards Topper and pushed him back. It only took a few seconds for them to start punching each other. John B fell into the water and turned around. "Hey John B, don't make me drown you like your old man, all right?" John B got up and rammed Sarah's boyfriend to the ground.

Slowly everyone gathered around and shouted: "Fight!Fight!Fight!"

"John B! Stop it!" I screamed, as did Sarah next to me. Kie joined in and yelled "Guy's stop it!" JJ and Pope cheered their friend on as he slammed his fist into Topper's face. "Stop cheering him on! Stop it you idiots!" I screamed into their faces.

They continued to fight and it didn't seem to stop until Topper got the upper hand and threw John B into the water and pushed his face under the surface. My stomach turned at the sight. Why didn't anyone intervene?

Sarah screamed Topper's name in vain. " JJ do something! He's drowning your best friend!" I wiped my face in panic. This was not how I had imagined my first day in Outer Banks. Suddenly JJ came up behind me and ran straight towards them. Just as the weight on my heart dropped, my eyes caught sight of something sparkling silver in JJ's hand.

He held a gun against Topper's head. "Yeah, you know what that is." Everyone started running away when they saw what JJ was holding against Topper's head. "JJ! Put the gun down." Sarah tried to speak calmly to him and took a few steps towards them. " Did you say something, princess?" " We're good! We're good! All right? Come on, man!"

" Kie! Can you check your psycho friend please?" Sarah called out to Kiara. My eyebrows drew together at her statement.

"Okay everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" JJ screamed and shot into the air. My whole body flinched at the sound.

"Aaron! Can you hear me! Please say something!" I shook his body as hard as I could but got no response. "Please please get up! We have to get out of here!" Tears were streaming down my cheeks and snot was coming out of my nose. "Scar, I love you. Tell mom and dad I love them too okay? Please. " " No! No! Get up come on! Please someone help us!" I screamed but no one came. Everyone ran like crazy through the streets and tried to hide.

" Scarlett! Are you okay?" Kiara brought me out of my thoughts when she touched me on the shoulder. I jumped and looked at her. "Scarlett, you're crying." She pointed at my face, which I wiped with my sleeve seconds later. I nodded and ran over to JJ.

Pope yelled at him and pushed him. "Are you crazy? What have you done you idiot!" "What did I do? I saved him!" They continued to argue until Kiara intervened. " Hey! That's enough guys!" JJ looked at us. I saw him look at me and recognize my red eyes. " Shit, Scar. I'm sorry, I- " " Can we please just go? Everyone's gone home anyway.", I said and went to John B who was still in the water. I helped him up and handed him to Pope.

After we had gathered all of our things, we walked to John B's hut. I changed straight away and layed down. Kiara and JJ stayed here too. Pope went home because otherwise he would be killed by his dad if he didn't show up. I had a hard time falling asleep that night with my hand around my pendant that was hanging from my necklace. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.

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