#okay but tomorrow is friday so more reading then. stay up late reading then

[jadeee]

Living with Nanami

I get the feeling there'll be a part 2... I've never done anything note motivated but maybe if this gets 100 notes I will 👀 -> update: read part 2 here!

He habitually wipes the bathroom countertop after using the sink. It's ingrained in him. We all saw that ep in season 1.

Definitely has a modern aesthetic which when paired with yours is very... interesting. He'll eye whatever knick knacks you have in silence, keeping his thoughts to himself.

Your feet felt warm on the multi-colored rug you placed in front of the couch. The walls were decorated with art you picked out, a few pops of green from your many plants here and there. Then there was the odd trinket you found from a thrift store years ago which stood upright on the coffee table. The longer he studied the color blocked sections of your bookshelf, the more his set mouth morphed into an impressed smile. Your hands brushed against each other until he took yours in his completely.

His pet peeve would definitely be little bits of trash scattered throughout the house. He's not passive aggressive but he won't lash out or lecture you. Just a little "Darling, I noticed you forget to throw things out sometimes. Why is that?"

Another pet peeve I see for him is walking around brushing your teeth or flossing 💀 if you walk down the hall flossing, he just imagines bits of plaque flying onto the walls silently. I'm not sure if he'd say anything about this because he thinks you may find it silly and he knows it's not a big deal but a piece of him shudders just a bit.

Always has pads, tampons, and pain relief meds in stock. He'll get the special snacks you like around that time of the month. Whenever it hits you, he's there with everything prepped and ready to go. I imagine he'll secretly want you to ask him for cuddles just so he can spoon you 💗 he rests his hands on your low abdomen while talking to you softly, his breath tickling your ear.

Side note: He doesn't get into the habit of carrying these things around until one day you two are out and you're period suddenly comes out then he goes on the hunt for a pad or tampon.

He's very serious about going to sleep at a certain time and is lowkey bothered when he sees you staying up late - if it's for work, okay fine but if you're up on your phone or watching TV, expect a "you should really go to bed". If you're being a brat and he's really serious, he will haul you off to bed. He wants to give you a peck on the cheek so you know he's not mad but he won't because he's feeling petty.

The place would look very clean and organized nearly all the time except for the weekends. I believe in this 100% because Friday night is when he finally let's loose just a bit. Maybe he had too much to drink when you two went out but you look so cute and you smell so good and my God, your lips... Saturday morning rolls around and so does he in the sheets. His arms wrap around you as he groans softly against your skin, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He knows the place is a bit messy but would rather clean tomorrow since he wants to spend the day with you.

Cleaning is a shared effort. He's not doing all the work and neither are you. I love him and I know he's all for taking care of you but I feel like realistically, this would truly be a shared task. Doing dishes can suck and so can cleaning the bathroom but it's enjoyable when you're playing your music. When he hauls the laundry off to the washing machine, he can't help but look in your direction and smile at the private show you're putting on for yourself.

No matter who cooks, dishes are typically done together. I think it'd become a tradition to bake on Saturdays. Ohh some cake with wine in the afternoon? You two sitting on the porch just giggling and talking about nothing and everything inbetween. Then when golden hours hits and the sun just casts that heavenly glow on you.

Kento leans back with a soft grin on his face.

"What are you smiling at?" you block the sun from your face.

"My light, my life."

Heat filled your cheeks as you dropped your head and crossed your legs.

Kento chuckled, "Did I make you nervous?"

"No." you snicker then glance up at him.

He filled your empty glass, "You're a better baker than you are a liar."

You grinned then looked off into the sunset to hide your embarrassment but it only highlighted the things Nanami loved about you.

He doesn't go to sleep mad or upset. He doesn't have the space for it or the time or the energy. Your relationship isn't perfect but it's worth fighting for and he makes sure to do that whenever you two have a fight. If you're both home that night, he won't invade your space but he'll make sure to let you know he cares in some way. Say you fall asleep on the couch? You're going to wake up in the bed and wonder how he ended up on the couch instead. If you haven't eaten, he'll bring you a small snack without saying anything.

This is really random but the security would honestly be multi-layered. Definitely a self insert bc home invasions TERRIFY ME 😭 he'd invest in a good alarm system and have the security cameras outside - yes, cameras to cover the front and back door.

Hmm, what else? Oh you'd have house shoes by the door. I like to think someone bought you two matching ones as a wedding gift or couple themed - like his and hers.

Fun fact: Sharing a bed with you the first night was weird for him. He didn't feel uncomfortable but he didn't feel comfortable either. He just laid there like a man in a coffin.

"Nanami?"

"Hm?" he turned his head to glance at you in the dark.

"Are you ok?"

"... I'm fine, why do you ask?"

The sound of you moving around made his ears turn pink and he was grateful for the dark for once. "You just seem so," he tried not to grunt when you poked his side "stiff."

"Hm, it's really nothing. You should go to sleep."

More rustling he wished would go away. Each second caused a slow heat to creep from his feet to his face.

"Can I hold you?"

He turned his head again then glanced up at the black ceiling. A sigh escaped his lips as he rolled over. Your limbs found each other in the dark and you rested your head near his. His chest deflated of anxiety then.

"Is this better? Do you feel comfortable?"

The sudden feel of lips against your forehead made you smile.

"Yes," he said softly then held you tight until he fell asleep.

Author's Note: I only saw him as the husband while writing this. You're already married in this headcanon.

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[finnsbubblegum]

Best First Date I’ve Ever Had (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, rom-com, smut

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah. 

Summary: Pov: You had an unforgettable first date with Joel Miller.

Words count: 2.7k

A/N: I’m trying to make this as a rom-com, hope you like my new series! This is part 10 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm so grateful for all of you! Thank you for your comments, reblogs, and likes ❤️ There are still more chapters for this series so stay tuned! Love you!

It’s been a while since I wrote smut. I hope you like it. Lol. 

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“So when can I take you out for a date?” Joel asked you on a date as he chewed his dinner.

“Aren’t we always on a date?” You mumbled as you munched.

“Sarah’s always third wheeling.” He directed his eyes to his baby daughter.

“Oh..” You nodded.

What Joel meant was a real date with only the two of you. He loved spending time when there were the three of you. But he wanted to have a moment when he felt like there were only you and him in this world.

“I guess we’ll have to find a babysitter then?”  You raised your eyebrows.

“Can you ask Flo?” He only trusted Flo to babysit his daughter.

“Ask her if she’s free on Friday night?” Joel added.

“I’ll ask her tomorrow.” You nodded.

The next day at the cafe, you asked Flo to babysit Sarah and she said yes. Flo was always willing to help you and she loved babies. 

It was finally Friday and it was the day of your first real date with Joel since you dated him. You dressed up for him and he dressed up for you. Even though both of you had seen each other's morning faces, the two of you wanted to look good for each other. It was a special day and it was your first date after all. 

You tidied your hair one more time and put on more lipstick before you knocked on Joel’s door. You inhaled and exhaled. Then you knocked on his door.

“Hi.” You waved your hand nervously.

“Hi-you-uh-” Joel was tongue tied. 

You looked so beautiful and he ran out of words. His hand was still resting on the door, jaw dropped and froze in front of you. You raised your eyebrows and let out a chuckle. 

“Sorry, I-uh-You look absolutely gorgeous.” His cheeks redden.

“Thank you, Joel. You look handsome, too.” You kissed his cheeks and it made his cheeks red even more.

“So, Flo isn’t here yet?” You walked in the house.

“Yep.” Joel answered as you heard a knock.

“That must be her.” You pointed at the door.

Joel went to open the door for Flo.

"Hi, am I late?" Flo was panting as she walked inside the house.

"Only 5 minutes. That's okay." Joel took her jacket and hung it to the coat hanger.

"Thank God. Where is she?" Flo washed her hand on the sink. 

"She's sleeping in her room." You answered her.

"Okay. I got this. Don't worry. You two enjoy your date." Flo dried her hand with a towel. 

"Go on." She shoo-ed the two of you. 

"Okay. Call me if you need anything." You turned your head to her as you walked to the door. 

"I will." Flo opened the door. 

"Have fun. You know what I mean." Flo raised her eyebrows up and down as she whispered to your ear.

You gasped and slapped her upper arm. 

"Ouch." She rubbed her upper arm. 

"What's wrong?" Joel turned to look at you and Flo.

"Nothing. Come on, Joel. Let's go." You held his hand and walked to the car. 

"Have a great night, you two!" Flo waved her hand goodbye from the porch. 

At the restaurant

"Thank you." You sat as Joel pulled the chair for you.

"Okay. What do you want to eat?" Joel read the menu.

"I think I'll get the chef's menu." You closed the menu book. 

"Okay." Joel closed the menu book on his hand too.

Joel and you both ordered the chef's menu for the night. It was a good choice. You liked the meal. It was delicious. 

"Hmm. It's really delicious." You chuckled. 

"Yeah, this is amazing." Joel nodded as he chewed.

"Oh!" You gasped as you dropped your fork to the floor. 

"Nuh-uh. I'll get you new ones." Joel stopped you from reaching down the table to get your fork back.

"Excuse me, Miss." Joel raised his hand to get the server's attention. 

One of the waitresses saw Joel and walked towards your table. 

"What can I help you, sir?" The waitress asked.

"Can we get a fork, please?" Joel asked the waitress.

"Yes, of course." The waitress went to get you a new clean fork and brought it to your table.

"Thank you." You and Joel said it at the same time.

The dinner went amazing. You enjoyed the food, the vibe, and the place that Joel had reserved for your first date was beautiful. You appreciated him for choosing a beautiful restaurant. You offered to pay but he insisted that he paid for the dinner. Joel was a gentleman and he said "a gentleman pays on the first date.".

"Wanna take a walk?" Joel offered to take a walk as he opened the door for you.

"Yeah, I'm full. A walk sounds good." You rested your hand on your tummy.

You walked slowly side by side with him. Then Joel suddenly put his hand on your left upper arm, pushing you gently to the right so he could walk on the outside of the sidewalk. You felt butterflies in your stomach at his chivalrous gesture. Pouting a few times, holding yourself to smile every second. 

The two of you talked as you walked but then you had a quiet moment. Your heart beat faster as your hand and his hand brushed on each other's as it swung when you walked. You had the urge to hold his hand but you were too nervous to make the first move. But before you knew it, Joel's hand was already on yours. Your fingers and his were now intertwined. You looked down and smiled. You didn't want Joel to see you blushing. Little did you know, he was blushing too. The two of you just walked on the pavement enjoying the night breeze under the street lights. No conversations, just fingers intertwined, swinging your hand, and smiling while looking in the opposite direction to hide your butterflies.

“I remember you told me you love ice cream.” Joel suddenly started a conversation and looked at you.

“Yeah, I love ice cream.” You smiled because he remembered what you liked.

“I know a good place around here. Want some?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Of course. I always have room for ice cream.” You chuckled. Joel chuckled.

You chose chocolate ice cream just like you always did. Your love towards chocolate was so big that you never chose any flavor beside chocolate. And Joel remembered that. The two of you spent an hour at the ice cream place and talked again. Even though you met Joel every day, there were always things to talk about. The connection between the two of you was so strong that you had never run out of topics and neither did Joel. 

“Is this the last stop?” You asked Joel as you walked near to the car to open the door.

Joel smiled then he took your hand, spun you, and pulled you closer to him. You chuckled as you bumped into his chest. 

“One more.” He kissed your forehead.

Then he let you go and opened the car door for you.

“Where are we going?” You put on your seatbelt.

“It’s a surprise.” He started the car.

“Okay, Mr. Miller. I trust you.” 

After a few minutes of driving, you recognized the streets. You guessed he was bringing you to that hill with the beautiful view again. 

“Joel Miller’s favorite place.” You smiled and shook your head.

“It is. You told me you’re in love with me at this place. How can I not like this place?” He chuckled.

“Uh-huh.” You nodded.

“Do you wanna go outside?” Joel took off his seatbelt, his hand on the car handle, ready to go out.

“Let’s just stay here for a while.” You held his wrist.

“Okay.” He let go of the car handle. 

You closed your eyes, rested your head on the headrest, and took a deep breath in and out. 

“I’m so happy, Joel. Thank you.” 

“Me too. It’s all because of you. So, thank you.” He took your hand and rested it on his thigh.

“It’s because of you, too.” You opened your eyes and faced him.

Joel and you looked at each other with admiration, affection and love. Joel leaned in closer and so did you. Both of you smiled before you shared a deep kiss with him. 

“You taste so sweet.” He sneaked in a compliment in between the kisses.

“It must be the ice cream.” You smiled and continued the kiss.

You were caught in the moment. And you started unbuttoning his shirt as you kissed him because you were so madly in love with him.

“Are you sure?” Joel stopped your hands from unbuttoning his shirt.

“Uh-huh. Isn’t this why you brought me here?” You smirked.

“What do you mean?” He didn’t catch up.

“I remember the last time we were here, you told me this “We’re not *peck* done yet.”.” You did the same thing he did to you the last time he brought you to the place for the first time.

“When did I do that?” He acted dumb.

“Don’t act like you forgot about it. I know you’re lying.” You booped his nose with your index finger and he blinked.

Joel chuckled in embarrassment. He didn’t mean to have sex with you by bringing you to the hill. But if you wanted to, of course he couldn’t refuse your offer. You were so beautiful and he had imagined a million times making love to you. 

“Make love to me, Joel.” You whispered to his ear.

Joel got shivers from your whispering voice. Then he dragged your head closer to his. Kissing you so passionately like he was hungry to eat your lips. You kissed him back while your hands moved to unbutton his shirt. He threw his shirt to the back seat after you were done unbuttoning him. And you crawled to him on the driver’s seat. He helped lift you to sit on his lap facing him. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waitin’ for this. Watchin’ you takin’ care of my daughter. Actin’ like her real mom. Actin’ like my wife under my roof. I couldn’t wait to make you feel good.” Joel cupped your cheeks.

“Me too, Joel. Tonight is your chance.” You put your arms around his neck. 

Joel continued the kiss and his hand started to move around you. Caressing you, adoring every curve your body had. He suddenly lifted your dress to your waist and snaked his hand to cup your pussy. 

“Already wet for me darlin’.” He mumbled in your mouth. You chuckled.

Joel’s hand now sliding inside your panties to find your clit and started rubbing it in circles. Slowly and passionately while he was still kissing you. You gasped at his touch on your sensitive spot. 

“Do you like it slow or fast, baby?” Joel asked while his fingers were still inside your wet panties.

“Fast.” You answered while panting.

Joel listened to you and did what you liked. He wanted to make you feel good. Just like he had told you, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. This was his chance. After he started to find his pace and a few moves, you felt you were reaching your orgasm. You moaned in his mouth and he swallowed it. Your fingers gripped the headrest behind his head and squeezed your eyes shut. You pulled away from his lips and rested your head beside his while you panted. You caught your breath and kissed his hairy jaw. Then you looked through his eyes and took his hand. 

“Touch me.” You brought his hand to your breast and he cupped it.

The two of you kissed again, licking each other’s tongue and lips while his hand kneaded your breast. You were too aroused and you wanted him to touch you bare. So you pulled your dress up and took it off. You threw your dress away to the back seat while Joel helped you take off your bra and put it away. 

“You’re so beautiful.” 

Joel took a moment to admire your naked body before he buried his face to your chest. His hand held your breast and brought it to his mouth so he could suck your nipple. You moaned at the feeling as you put your hand behind his head and slightly pulled his hair. He moaned as he kept sucking, licking, and kissing your breast. You could feel his cock hardened under you so you started grinding on him. Feeling his hard cock under his jeans. He groaned at your tease.

“Let me ride you, Joel.” 

You begged him as you took off your wet panties hurriedly while he undid his belt. You helped him pull his pants down and free his cock. Your jaw dropped when you looked down to see his cock poking out under you. He smirked and you cupped his jaw to kiss him. His hand moved his cock to your folds gathering your juices before he slowly slid himself inside you. You gasped as he stretched you wide. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.” He buried his face on your shoulder.

You started to move your hips grinding on top of him with his cock inside you. Both of you moaned, feeling each other skin to skin. You rode him moving your hips in circles feeling him touching every inch of your walls. 

“That feels so good.” You whispered in his ear again.

Joel moaned at your voice. He loved every part of you including your voice. So you were giving him an ear orgasm by whispering to him. Of course you didn’t know about that, but you felt like you hit the jackpot when you realized he enjoyed listening to your whispers. Joel wanted to make you feel good and you wanted to make him feel good too. You two loved each other so much.

You wanted more so you braced yourself holding on to the shoulder of the seat and started to bounce. Joel groaned at your sudden movement. He rested his hand on your waist adoring your bouncing tits. You leaned in closer to kiss him while you still bounced on him. Then he started to thrust into you too. The two of you moaned feeling one another but you swallowed each other’s moans. You gripped his hair and bounced faster. 

“Fuck baby. I’m close.” Joel groaned.

“Cum inside me. It’s okay. I’m on birth control.” 

“Fuck!” You kept bouncing on him and you felt close too.

You clenched your fist burying your nails on the headrest behind him. And Joel groaned, releasing his seed inside you painting your walls. Then he buried his face on your chest and you rested your chin on his head. 

“You’re amazing.” Joel mumbled on your chest and kissed it before he looked at you.

“You’re amazing, too.” You caressed his hair.

“What time is it?” You remembered you promised Flo you would be back before midnight.

“2 am.” Joel looked at his watch.

“Shit.” You cursed as you pulled back and bumped to the steering wheel.

*car honked*

You let out a little scream as it startled you. 

“Sorry.” You shrugged.

“Don’t worry. No one’s here.” Joel giggled at your clumsy actions.

“We need to go back.” You chuckled. 

Joel chuckled as you moved back to the passenger seat. He saw his seed dripping out from you. Then he took some tissues and leaned in to clean your inner thigh. 

“You made a mess.” You chuckled as he cleaned you.

“I did.” He chuckled and gave you a peck on the lips.

Then he extended his hand to the backseat to grab his shirt and yours. 

“Here.” He passed you your clothes.

“Thank you.” You put on your clothes and tidied your hair.

After the two of you finished putting all of your clothes, Joel drove home. 

“Thank you for tonight. You planned it so perfectly. I really appreciate it.” You rested your head on the head rest while facing him.

“Glad you enjoyed it because I did.” Joel took your hand and kissed it.

“This is the best first date I’ve ever had. I love you, Joel.” You kissed his hand back.

To be continued…

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[j-u-u-z-o]

Just Chillin’ (Atsumu x Reader)

Written by me.

Synopsis: Reader is staying over Atsumu’s house after school and they’re both chillin in his bedroom until one move made them needy for each other before they get caught in the middle of the act?

AN: in case you didn’t know, I’m a slut for atsumu and this thought came to mind early in the morning. Hope you enjoy; like/comment or reblog is appreciated! 💕

Warning: high school seniors , minors, grammar, smut, parents are home, lovebirds, caught??

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After a long and tiring four days, it’s finally Friday. You had taken your midterms and ‘Tsumu had long practices and midterms on top of it. You both didn’t really have time for each other until today.

During class, He asked if you wanted to do something after his practice but you didn’t want to. You wanted time with your boyfriend. So you suggested staying over at his house for a few hours.

After dismissal, You were waiting for Tsumu by the school’s entrance after saying goodbye to your friends. After a few minutes, you heard his loud cocky voice and you turned your head to the source. He’s laughing along with his teammates as he talks about the upcoming game against karasuno.

“Haha…yeah. We’re so gonna win this and then -oh! Y/n-Chan~!” He said and waved at you. You smiled at him. Tsumu walks towards you in his white volleyball sweat suit and his backpack on his left shoulder.

“Hey Tsumu.” You looked up at him and smiled warmly.

“Hey Baby.” He cooed and gave a quick peck on your lips. “Were ya waiting for me?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders while admiring your beautiful smile. You nodded and tip-toed to rub the tip of your nose with his.

“Get a room, you lovebirds!” Osamu said in disgust.

“Hey, y/n. Thanks for your review notes for English literature. It helped me a lot.” Suna said.

“Shut up, dumbass ‘Samu!” Atsumu turned his at his twin brother. You giggled at the twins and held Atsumu’s hand to signal to stop bickering with him. “Let’s go, Tsumu.”

“See ya guys tomorrow!!” He shouted and waved to his teammates. Osamu decided to go to Suna’s place to study for his upcoming exam and you and atsumu started walking together to his house.

Of course, the walk home took forever because Atsumu’s kept kissing you in every corner with every chance he got. It was getting annoying but you didn’t complain, nevertheless. Finally, the two of you have made it to the front door of his house and atsumu unlocked it.

“Tadaima.” He said while taking of his shoes and you did the same.

Ah! Okaeri, Atsumu! Oh - and y/n~!” His mom said happily in her apron. “Osamu?”

“He’s stayin’ at Suna’s house to study and will eat dinner late, ma.”

“ I see. Well I’m preparing dinner now so you two can hang out together for a while, okay? Make yourself at home, y/n!” She smiled at you and walked back to the kitchen.

“Yes, Mrs. Miya and thank you. Let me know if you’d like me to hel-“ you were cut off when atsumu took your hand and walked up the stairs.

“I thought ya wanted to chill with me, baby.” He said walking up stairs. “We haven’t seen each other since Monday and that was before exams started.” He opened his bedroom door.

“Sorry, Tsumu. She’s so nice I can’t help it.” You giggled as you watched him fall on his back on the bed - feet still on the floor. “You should be more nice to your mother. Especially when there’s guests in the house.” You said and walked to get a game controller and turned on his PlayStation.

“I guess…” he said offhandedly as he took his phone out and unlocked it. Reading his notifications. You shook your head and focused on what game you want to play.

Assassins Creed or God of War? you held the two games up and decided on playing the former. You walked to astumu and leaned to quickly kiss him on the lips before turning your back to the TV.

Both of your knees lay on each side of his legs on the bed as you sat in his lap. You pressed X to “continue playing.”

The sounds of clashing and screaming fills the unlit room. He’s scrolling through his tik tok watching volleyball videos. Once in a while you hear him snort at something he watched and his lower body moved abit.

“Oh my god. I gotta show them this video before practice.” He said to himself while laughing. Once in a while, atsumu looks over his phone to check on you by caressing the back of your calf. You give a small “mmm” to let him know that you’re okay and then he looks back down at his phone.

Minutes have passed and you both start to smell food that has just started cooking. But you don’t say anything. Atsumu spreads his legs a little more so that he won’t get a cramp; but to also not lose the feeling of your warm weight above him.

“What time is it, Tsumu?”

“Mm..’is almost 6pm. Ya wanna snack?” He said as he raised himself and laid his chin on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your waist and looked at the tv screen. “Not really, I thought I lost track of time even though it’s been like 30 minutes or something.” You shrugged and leaned back against his chest.

“Alrighty then.” He sighed and kissed your neck after pulling your collar down. “Don’t forget ta Press O and X to shoot and run at the same time,babe. Running away ain’t gonna help ya.” He said as he looked up at the screen again. You giggled “wanna help me, Tsumu?”

“Nah. Ya on your own. I know ya can do it, babe.” He chuckled. However, when you’re struggling to survive in the game you bounced on him in annoyance.

He gasped at the feeling. One arm is wrapped around your waist and his other hand moved down under your skirt - to lay it on your inner thigh. His hand is so warm that you spread your knees wider to feel more of his touch. But you didn’t think much of it.

“I need to look for more knives and a spot to hide.” You mumbled to yourself.

Atsumu moved his hand down in your thigh- Close to your panties and caresses it. You looked down at the action that’s happening under your uniform skirt and turned your head to him. “Tsumu? What are you doing?” You asked. “Jus’ wanna feel ya, is all.” He said looking at you with slight smirk. “I missed you so much.” He ended with a pout.

“I’m right here.” You snorted as you turned your head back to the game. Atsumu hummed in agreement and kissed your right cheek.

A few more minutes passed and the level of the game gets harder that you didn’t realize that your body is leaning a bit forward - your lower body grounding itself on your boyfriend. His member, that is.

You felt his fingers brush lightly against your covered area. The feeling was distracting you from the sudden ambush in the game. So you leaned forward more to slightly lift yourself from the gentle touch.

Atsumu smirked when he looked up at you. He knows you’re trying to evade him. He Lightly chuckled as the fact that you’re Pretending that you don’t like it. But that doesn’t stop his fingertips from rubbing against your covered pussy no matter how much you try to push yourself away.

“Tsumu, stop”. You said softly. You’re being mindful about his Mom for crying out loud! Plus she’s making dinner. But it’s been a while since you’ve been close to him. So…to play “devils advocate”, You used this opportunity to grind on his clothed member. Slowly with good measure while battling a random beast in the forest.

Atsumu leaned back a bit as he looks at you - watching you grind on him from the back. “Babe…” He breathed. Mesmerized by you grinding on him.

“Shut up. You started this, tsumu.” You retort and blushed.

You can’t see his face but he’s biting his lip as he’s looks at the side of your face. “But I got a better idea, babe.” He whispered close to your ear. His hot breathe made clench -on nothing- but you’re low key curious about what he’s thinking about.

He slowly pushes your panty aside and starts to rub your clit in circles. The feeling of his fingertips feels rough but the friction feels so good as you’re starting to get wet. Still sitting on his lap in reverse - laying both knees on each side of his legs, jut your hips forward to grind on his fingertips.

“Mm…” you bit your lip when you clenched again at the sensation. Pausing the game, “Tsumu, put it in.” You said impatiently. He pulled out his cock and rubbed it between your wet lips and then aligned himself in your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself as his girth slid inside you easily thanks to your arousal.

You heard Atsumu mouth a heavy breath against your ear and felt him place his hands on your upper thighs as you began to grind on him and went back to the game. “Oh fuck, baby” he moaned and laid his forehead on your shoulder.

You mouth shaped an “o” when you felt him throb inside you as you played the game. His big hands gripped and caressed your inner thighs mimicking how his cock feels inside of you before he kissed your neck lovingly.

“Unh…Tsumu.” You moaned. You love it when he feels you up. Touching and caresses you in a perfect rhythm.

“Mmm..”he hummed in response. Too focused on your hips grinding in circles and your pussy clenching him every time. He moves one of his hands down to rub your clit with his fingertips to reward you.

This time, you lift yourself and dropped. he moaned a “Ohh..!” a bit loudly and moved his hands on your hips to keep you in place. “Ohh fuck.” He hissed and picked up the remote to raise the volume. You smiled at the tv screen on purpose. “Mmm…just like that, baby.” Atsumu groaned as you kept moving in circles- jutting your hips forward every time the veins on his cock rubbed against your clit.

The bed bounced as you topped him in reverse and Atsumu’s hands never left your hips to anchor you. Especially when he scooted off the edge of his bed a little to thrust deeply into you. You yelped at a particularly hard thrust that you almost dropped the game controller. “Tsumu..!” You whispered to him loudly.

“Mmmm…?” He said while bucking up against you deeply. You weren’t sure if that was an answer or a moan as you were distracted by his long strokes. You wanted to protest but the sensation and the pace was too much.

You forgot about the game as You were breathless each time he hit that spot and the bouncing of your breasts inside your buttoned down shirt made you feel hot. Especially his grip on your hips which will definitely leave marks on you.

You try to call his name offhandedly due to the bouncing. “Tsu-!”

“Atsumu? Y/n? You two are okay?” His mother said. The two of you snapped your heads to the door as she tried to turn the bedroom knob.

It’s locked.

“Yeah we’re good. We’re jus’ playing my video game.”

“Oh. Y/n? Do you need anything? A snack or water?”

“Ah..erm..n-no thank you, Mrs. Miya” you managed to say. Still breathless -in disguise- as you’re currently getting bottomed out by Atsumu who doesn’t know when to stop. Especially right now.

“Okay. Well dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.” She said softly and walked downstairs.

“A-atsumu!” You said breathlessly as he puts both hands under your knees and lays on his back and started thrusting slowly and deeply. He grinds in circles; Focused on the feeling of your tight walls and pussy taking him so well. You winced at the feeling of your sore legs but eventually relieved now that it’s raised after laying them on the bed for a long time.

“Ugh…Your pussy feels so good, baby.” He groaned and spreads your legs wider to get deeper into your pussy. You look down at the action. His thighs hitting the back of yours, your ass jiggling each time he’s bucking into you. You can even see the red tip of his cock reappearing each time.

You’re breathing uncontrollably due to his controlled thrusts. Your breasts bouncing in your buttoned shirt that you bit your lip and dropped your head back and closed your eyes. You even dropped the game controller on to the side.

“Rub that clit for me, baby.” He said breathing heavily. You followed and rubbed it in circles as you suddenly whined when you clenched tightly at the sensation. Atsumu responded by changing his pace quickly that you moaned his name, heavily.

He raises his head off the bed and opens his mouth. breathing heavily at the feeling of your pussy clenching him. “That’s it,baby. That’s it.” He whispers knowing that your climax is reaching soon.

“Yeah..yeah.” He breathed. feeling your pussy clench and starts squelching at his thrusts. He raised himself and his hands holds on to your inner thighs as he bucks into you. You turn face to the side a bit to kiss him passionately.

“Tsumu, I’m gonna cum…” you breathed into his mouth.

“We’re almost there, baby” he smiled in the kiss and wraps an around you as the other starts to rub your clit with enough measure. You moved your hands to the sides to grip the sheets.

You hips starts to gyrate and you breathe hastily in his mouth as you reach your climax. “Unh…s-sumu” you moaned as he bucks fast to reach his climax too.

He rubs your clit in circles quickly. “Ugh.! Ah..ah..” You said breathlessly each time in his mouth as you squirted on the bedsheets and on the floor. “That’s my girl.” He praised before he grunted and pulled out.

“Mmm…” he said kissing you deeply while still rubbing your sore clit, softly. He puts his cock back inside and slowly rolls his hips because he just can’t get enough of your warmth. Tongue kissing you and kissing you again passionately.

You broke the kiss and looked at him in the eyes. He looks so pussy drunk. you think to yourself. You giggled at his face as you grinded your throbbing pussy against his fingertips. “Mmm..Tsumu…let’s clean up.”

“Hmm..?” He looking at you expectantly now caressing your spreaded inner thighs.

Your pussy must have taken him to another world or something. You think again. “So…I need to get up now, dummy” you giggled.

His eyes widened. “Ohhh..yeah. We should.” He smiled droopily. You pinched his cheek.

You lift yourself off of his lap and walked -limped- to his dresser to get towels. Atsumu chuckled. “Ya need help with that, baby?” He asked while putting his dick back in his sweat pants.

You rolled your eyes as you threw a towel at his face and slowly bent down to clean up the mess on the floor.

“Atsumu! Y/n! Come downstairs. Dinner is ready!” His mother announced.

The thought of going downstairs worries you because of your sore legs that your face couldn’t hide the pain. What would his mom think caused it? You were playing videos games. You don’t want her to be suspicious.

“You sure about that baby?” Atsumu asked as he looked at you while he pulling the bedsheet from his bed.

“Shut up, Tsumu!” You pouted and threw the wet towel but you missed.

Atsumu chuckled. “Ha! You missed.” He sticked his tongue out.

#atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu miya smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! scenarios #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! scenario #haikyuu!! x you #haikyuu!! x y/n #haikyuu x imagines #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu angst #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #atsumu #fave

[gracies-baby]

Hey!!! Can you write a Gracie Abrams x female reader. The reader is a couple of years younger than Gracie. She is 20, an actress and comes from a rich family in Italy. The reader is known to be a bad girl and a player. She changes girls like she changes he clothes basically but she is very kind and adorable deep down. and then when she meets Gracie, y/n falls in love with her actually and is not a player anymore but Gracie was only with her as a dare to break her heart as no one has before. Angst with a happy ending.

Begin Again

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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Breaking! Italian actress Y/n L/n and American singer Sabrina Carpenter call it quits after 3 month relationship! Fans heartbroken after this news

Comments:

We all knew this was coming. Hardly news worthy.

I give her a week before she's got someone new.

She's literally only 20 and she's had like 20 different girlfriends 💀

"They all think I'm a slut" Y/n rants to her friend as she reads the comments on the article.

"Who cares what they think? Your fans love you. These people just need to hate on successful women to feel accomplished" her friend, Jenna replies.

"I dunno, what if they're right? I mean, I do date a lot more than any other 20 year old" Y/n continues, stopping when she gets a notification from instagram, seeing someone had messaged her.

Gracieabrams

Hey, I know you don't know me and we've never spoken at all but I just wanted to see if you were okay? I heard the news. Breakups are hard. I also wanted to see if you maybe wanted to have dinner with me sometime?

"Gracie Abrams just asked me out" Y/n says, showing her phone to Jenna.

"Seriously? Go! Say yes!"

"I just got out of a relationship though. What are people gonna say?" Y/n asks as she nervously stares at her phone.

"It doesn't matter. All that matters is your happiness. Gracie could make you happy. Just try one date"

"..fine. She is really cute" Y/n replies as she types on her phone.

Y/n-L/n

Hi! Thanks so much you're so sweet! I'm okay, thanks for asking. I would love to have dinner with you btw. Let me know when you're free!

"Great! My job here is done! I gotta go now though, I'll see you tomorrow" Jenna says as she walks out of her friend's apartment.

Gracieabrams

Does tomorrow work for you? If not I can clear my schedule

Y/n-L/n

Tomorrows great! Just tell me the time and place and I'll be there

The two girls stay up talking until going to sleep, waiting for the next day.

—

Y/n

She's not here. I think I got stood up

Jenna

You definitely did not get stood up. I'm sure she'll be there soon. Just wait a few more minutes

As soon as Y/n gets the text, she feels someone take the seat opposite her.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, I slept through my alarm and I had to pick out an outfit and it was a huge thing. I hope you weren't waiting too long" the brunette says as she takes her jacket off and hangs it on the back of her chair.

"No, not long at all. How are you?" Y/n asks with a kind smile as the two order their coffees at the counter.

"I'm great! I'm releasing an album next week, that's going well. How are you?"

"I'm.. okay. You really lifted my spirits though" Y/n says, sipping her coffee.

"That's great to hear. I've seen what everyone's been saying about you. It's such bullshit. I mean, sometimes relationships don't work out, you know? It's not your fault. Well, I don't know what happened, but I can guess it's not your fault" Gracie speaks, smiling at Y/n gently as the two walk out of the coffee shop, spotting paparazzi a few metres away.

"Heads up" Gracie says, putting her head down as she takes Y/n's hand in hers.

"So, how's a second date sound?" Gracie asks nervously.

"A second date with you sounds amazing, Gracie" Y/n replies with a soft blush.

"Great! I'm busy tomorrow but how's Friday sound?" Gracie asks with an excited grin.

"Fridays perfect, I'll see you then" Y/n replies, leaning in to kiss her lips only to kiss her cheek at the last minute, leaving the brunette disappointed.

"Play your cards right and there's more where that came from" Y/n says before gently closing the door, leaving the taller girl on the other side of it.

Y/n turns on her phone when she begins getting slammed by notifications.

Y/n L/n seen with singer Gracie Abrams leaving popular coffee shop hand in hand. New romance brewing?

Comments:

Literally not even a week after Sabrina

Gracie girl get out while you can

She was probably cheating on Sabrina ngl

Y/n reads the comments as tears fill her eyes. She opens her contacts and calls the first person she thinks of.

"Gracie? Can you come back?" She pleads, voice breaking.

A few minutes later, there's a knock on the door. Y/n opens it only to fall into the brunettes arms, Gracie wrapping her arms around her and holding tight.

"I'm sorry, I know we just met but you're the first person I thought to call" Y/n rambles only for Gracie to stop her.

"It's okay. Don't apologise. You can call me whenever you want"

"Everything they're saying about me.. you don't think it's true, do you?"

"Of course I don't! I don't know you that well, but I do know you're not a slut" Gracie replies, guiding Y/n to the couch.

Gracie continues to calm her down, waiting until she falls asleep before leaving the apartment.

The two girls go on a couple more dates before making it official, Gracie asking the shorter girl to be her girlfriend on a late night picnic date.

—

"Gracie? Are you home?" Y/n asks, opening the door to her girlfriend's apartment when she received no answer. She goes to her girlfriend's room but stopes when she hears talking.

"Gracie, she deserves to know. You love her don't you? And she loves you, just tell her" a woman's voice says from inside.

"I can't do that. She would leave me if I did" Y/n opens the door to see her girlfriend standing with Olivia.

"What's going on?" Y/n asks nervously looking between the two.

"I'm gonna go. Gracie has something to tell you" Olivia says before leaving the apartment.

"What do you need to tell me?"

"Okay.. so, uh, just remember that I love you so much. I've never loved anyone the way I love you. And you love me, right?" Gracie asks, holding her girlfriend's hands.

"Of course, what's wrong?"

"Um, when I asked you out.. it was because Olivia dared me to okay? But that doesn't change the fact that I love you now!"

"What? So what was the plan, you were gonna break my heart after getting me to fall in love with you? How could you do this?! I trusted you! I confided in you!" Y/n exclaims, voice breaking.

"You can still trust me! I will still listen to everything you say! This doesn't change anything!" Gracie pleads, tears running down her face.

"No Gracie! It changes everything! You didn't actually want to be with me! You thought I was a slur just like everyone else!" Y/n runs out of the apartment in tears.

"Y/n wait!" Gracie yells but the girl is already gone.

Y/n L/n seen leaving girlfriend Gracie Abrams apartment in tears. Is this the end for the couple?

Comments:

Y/n hit the three month mark 💀

Who tf would break up with Gracie Abrams

If Y/n doesn't want Gracie I'll have her

After days of Y/n ignoring her calls, Gracie decides to go to her apartment. She knocks on the door, only for Jenna to open it.

"What do you want?" She asks coldly as she stares at the girl.

"Please. I just need to talk to her. 5 minutes" Gracie pleads before she hears Y/n's voice.

"Who is it?" She asks her friend, stopping when she sees the girl at the door.

"Y/n please. You're not answering my calls. I just need to talk to you"

"You need to leave"

"No. Let her come in" Y/n cuts her friend off, watching as she steps aside for the taller girl to walk in.

"You have five minutes" Jenna says before leaving the room, giving the girls privacy.

"Y/n. I know I hurt you but that doesn't change the fact that I love you now. I love you so much. Please believe me" Gracie says, taking the girls hands only for her to pull away.

"How can I believe you? Our relationship was built on a lie!"

"If I didn't love you, why wouldn't I have left you sooner? Why would I have stayed with you this long?" Gracie says, watching as the other girl steps away from her.

"I can't continue this relationship knowing what I know now, Gracie" Y/n mumbles in heartbreak.

"So what if we start a new one? You still love me, don't you? We'll have a new first date and I'll ask you to be my girlfriend again and we'll rebuild our relationship and this time, it's not going to be a lie. Please, just one more chance" Gracie says, stepping closer to the girl and hesitantly taking her hands again.

"Okay. One more chance. I still love you so much" Y/n says, wrapping her arms around the brunette.

"Thank you so much! I love you" Gracie says, pulling the girl in for a gentle kiss, Y/n pulling away after a second.

"You're not even gonna take me out first?" She says as the two girls begin to giggle.

#taylor swift x reader #gracie abrams #gracie abrams x reader #taylor swift #fluff

[idontplaytrack]

Safe & sound

AJ Campos x fem!reader (established r/s) + Gabi Campos x Chantal (established, mentioned)

Warnings: fluff, maybe some cursing? mentions of sickness, implied vomiting

In which, reader is sick and aj comes over after school to take care of her.

AJ sat in her last class of the day, watching the time on the clock impatiently as she completed the given worksheet on her desk. She was waiting for the bell to ring so she could go over to your place and see you. You were absent today on account of you being sick— which you did tell AJ about, and she was being worried about you as usual. Which was cute, and sweet of her but you were okay. Well- you would be. Just maybe not right now. Anyway, AJ makes it through the last class, finishing the assignment with a bit of time to spare. Once the bell rang, she turned the assignment in and she was off. Dumping the books she didn’t need into her locker, she hears Gabi call her name. “Oh. Hey, what’s up?”

“You said y/n was sick? You’re definitely going to see her, aren’t you? Do you want a ride to her place? I can drop you off.”

“Sure, if you don’t mind.” AJ zips up her bag and shut her locker, slinging the backpack strap over her shoulder.

“No problem, Chantal has a club thing so I don’t have any plans.” Gabi shrugs, walking beside her sister. AJ got into the front passenger seat of Gabi’s car, hearing that Gabi’s unlocked it.

“Are you planning on staying over?”

“I might. It’s Friday. Plus, Dad’s out of town and Mom’s working late.” AJ shrugs, a small sigh falls from her lips.

“Beats being home alone and not having a clue what to do.” Gabi laughs.

AJ chuckles, “I’m willing to bet that there’s a party you can go to tonight. You just gotta find one.”

“That’s true.”

It was a thirty minute drive to yours, but they were in comfortable silence, so the drive to your place felt pretty quick. “Okay, you two have fun. Tell y/n I said hi and I hope she feels better soon.”

“Thanks, Gabi. I’ll see you tomorrow. Or maybe tonight- it depends.”

“Alright.” Gabi chuckles, “Bye, AJ.”

She walks up to your house and up onto the porch then rang the doorbell. You heard it, but it takes you awhile to get off the couch and to the door to open it. “Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s me.” Your ears perked up at AJ’s voice. Quickly, you opened the door. “Hi.” She smiles the moment her gaze lands on you, causing you to mirror her smile. “Come in.” You said.

“Feeling any better?” She asked quietly, noting that the curtains were drawn.

“Not too bad. It’s just a cold, but I also have a migraine that led up to this so that’s the real kicker.” You laughed wryly, plopping down onto the couch once again. She follows suit.

“Are you home alone?”

“Of course. My Mom definitely wasn’t going to stay home to look after her 17-year old who only has a cold.” You grumbled jokingly. She snorted, “Good to hear ya joke.”

“Eh, kinda wish she cared a little more sometimes but that’s another thing for another day.” You slowly laid back down.

“Do you want to go lay down in your room instead? Wouldn’t that be more comfortable?” She asks, concerned.

“I’m way closer to the kitchen this way if I want water, or juice or whatever.” You disagreed, “Plus, I get the TV.”

“That’s a good point.” She runs a hand through your slightly tangled hair, “Want me to do your hair?” She knew you liked it when she does, and she loved trying out different hairstyles on you from time to time- though she never really admitted to it.

“Sounds nice.” You agreed and she got up to go find a hairbrush and a couple of hair ties. And so, while you asked her about her day, she got to tying your hair into two french braids.

————

“What’d you do today?”

“Uh, well- I read a little bit. Then the migraine nearly had me spew my breakfast everywhere- Mom wasn’t very thrilled about the close call.” You began, “Speaking of, I’m on day two of this episode. And I’m hoping it goes away tomorrow because this cold is giving me enough aches and pains as it is.”

“Pobrecita.” She sulks, cupping your cheek and caressing it with her thumb, “But it is the weekend so you don’t have to worry about classes and stuff.”

A slight smile tugs at the corner of your lips, “Yeah…oh, right- was there any homework today?”

“Just one worksheet for biology. Worry about that later.” She raised a brow, “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, baby?”

“You being here and keeping me company is enough” You told her, “And you already did my hair for me.”

“You look cute.” She grins.

“I look like crap.” You nudged her playfully, sniffling because of your runny nose.

“You still look cute.” She disagrees, “I would totally kiss you, but then you’d have to deal with me having the cold next. And believe me, given how much Chantal is over at our house doing God-knows-what? Gabi will kill me for being sick.”

“But- oh. Okay.”

“Yeah.”

“I meeeean. It’s not like we’re any better.” You stifle a laugh.

“They don’t need to know that.” She laughs, a hand falling onto your thigh.

“Don’t tempt me.” You joked.

“Definitely not right now.” She looks at you, “Uh-uh. You’re sick.”

“That I am.”

“Did you eat anything for lunch?” AJ asks.

“Uh…I had a cup of soup and some crackers?”

“And…you think that’s enough? Are you still hungry? Did you drink any water?” She asks, a look of concern on her face.

“I have a tumbler I just filled up right there.” You pointed to it on the coffee table.

“Good.”

“I just- don’t have much of an appetite right now, especially with the migraine making me feel extra gross and on the edge about maybe needing to y’know-”

“I know, baby. I know.”

She guided you to lie down and your head ends up on her lap. You unintentionally groaned, having to shift your body around. AJ knew exactly what to do- she places her palm onto your stomach, the warmth bringing you some comfort. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising?” She asks, her hand rubbing small circles on your abdomen under your shirt. “I’m more than happy to take care of you. All that matters right now is that you’re safe and sound.” Her eyes met yours briefly before focusing on the TV again. You do the same, diverting your attention from the ache in your stomach— and pretty much your whole body, to Fran shoving C.C. into a coat closet to hide from an investor for her boss’ play.

“This show is comedy gold.” AJ chuckles.

“Whatever happened to multi-cam shows anyway? They were so good.” You mumbled, admittedly coaxed to sleep by the comforting warmth of her hand.

“Oh, I know, right?” She says, looking down at you for a moment, “Are you comfortable?”

“Mhm, very.” You smiled.

She mirrors you smile, “Tell me if you need anything later.”

“Thanks for being here with me.”

“Of course, baby.”

Every time you were with AJ, you just knew you’d be safe and sound. You two had silly arguments sometimes, but always worked it out. She was your safe space, your person. Just like you were hers.

“I love you.” You said.

“Aw, I love you too.”

#auli’i cravalho #aj campos #hulu crush #wlw #x reader #reader insert #female reader #lgbtqia #sickfic #fluff

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Use me

Summary: You pick Javier up from the airfield after he wasn’t able to take Miguel Rodriguez from the Cali Cartel in. You don’t make it home before he needs you to get his mind off of things.

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: fluff, smut (public sex, unprotected sex, oral f receiving, edging on the hood of a car), a hint of tactical vest Javi, Dom-ish Javi, soft Javi

A/N: After staring at the title for an hour it won't get better. Enjoy lol

Masterlist

You were still going through some files in the embassy when the phone rang. Okay you might have been close to falling asleep at your desk, but you were there. 

On the line was someone requesting a pick up from the airfield just outside of the city for Javier. 

You knew why he had left in the early morning. 

He had woken you up while you were still in his bed, your eyes finding him already dressed as he looked down at you. 

“We’re gonna get Miguel Rodriguez today,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his fingers brushing over your cheek. You gave him a sleepy smile. 

“Go get him, baby,” you had smiled, before he kissed you. 

But he didn’t get him. Feistl had called earlier to give you an update. 

This fucking country.

No… Not the country. The people who seemed to take drug money with a hand kiss to let the Cartells do whatever they wanted as long as the money kept coming. 

You packed your stuff and grabbed Javi’s car keys. You had taken his car today.

While your relationship with Javier was never really made official by either one of you, it was an open secret. 

You had met him years back when he was still on the hunt for Escobar. You worked as a secretary for the ambassador and Javi and Steve were… well they had been the reason for many, many late nights at the embassy, causing you more and more work. 

You hadn’t been a big fan of them.  

But in all those years, you had never really talked to Javier until he had been sent back to help take down the Cali Cartel. Which made him your boss because you had joined the DEA as an active agent after Escobar was gone. 

You were still treated like a secretary most times, the curse of being a woman in this work environment. Falling in love with the boss did not really help with that.

He had found you sitting in a bar on a friday night on your own after a particularly gruesome day and invited you for a drink. 

Safe to say, it didn’t stay at that one drink and now months later you had moved into his apartment and you were so stupidly in love with him, that it made you gag sometimes. 

You leaned against the car standing just outside of the airfield watching the tiny plane land. It was almost 2am by now and you were looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning. 

But first you had to take care of Javier. 

He would be in a mood. For weeks, months he was fighting against this system of corruption, leaving him frustrated as he tried to work against the system. 

To do better.

You wished you could take all this frustration from him and just let him breathe for a moment. But you couldn’t. So you did the one thing you knew would help him and let him use your body to take his frustrations out. 

You couldn’t count the nights he had left you a satisfied mess after he had broken you apart little by little for hours with his hands, his tongue, his cock until he finally felt the weight on his chest lifted just enough to finally breathe before he fell asleep on your chest.

The plane parked and the door opened. Javier was still wearing his yellow sunglasses, his shirt and his tactical vest. He was talking to a man who exited the plane behind him, shaking his hand before he closed his eyes and tilted his head up towards the sky, taking a deep breath. 

Your heart broke for him. 

When his eyes opened he turned around, his eyes found yours. You smiled at him but he just kept looking at you, his face a hard mask before he slowly began to walk towards you. 

The closer you came, the more you could read him. 

He was on edge. Every muscle in his body tense. His lips were pressed into a thin line and you could see the way he was forcing himself to take deep breaths. 

You knew that look. 

The last time you had seen him like that was when Stechner made him go on a pointless journey into the jungle by helicopter. 

He had made you cum four times before he even thought about taking his pants off that night. You wore the hickeys all over your body for a week, and he made up for it until every bruise had healed, kissing every single one of them every day. 

Now you were relieved when he was standing in front of you, unharmed. 

“Hey,” you whispered, looking up into his eyes. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall against yours as he took a deep breath, before he kissed your forehead and took the car keys from your fingers. 

“Get in the car,” he whispered against your ear, his fingers working the vest open and taking it off, before he turned from you and opened the drivers door to get in, throwing the vest on the backseat. 

You took a deep calming breath, still feeling the ghost of his breath brush over your skin before you turned around and got into the car. You looked at Javi, putting the seat belt on as he started the car. 

Without another word he drove the car away from the airfield.

The radio was playing some slow Spanish song you didn’t recognize while the city lights flew by. You risked a glance to your side, looking at Javi. One of his hands was gripping the steering while, his other hand laying on his thigh, his finger rubbing over the fabric of his jeans. 

“Are you hurt?” you whispered and he glanced at you. 

“No,” he said, the hand that was on his thigh reaching over, taking yours to bring it to his lips. 

“Do you want to get something to eat?” you asked.

“No,” he said again, pulling your hand on his thigh. You glanced around as you noticed the car getting slower, not recognizing where you were. 

He turned off the engine. 

“I want you to take your pants and panties off and walk to the front of the car,” he said, now looking at you. You took a shuddering breath as you looked up into his dark eyes, his sunglasses finally taken off. He raised his right eyebrow impatiently when you didn’t move. 

You knew you could just say the word and he would let it go and drive you home. Looking away from him you looked around. You couldn’t see a house or… anything really. Just trees and darkness, a single street lamp in the far distance. 

You let go of his hand, your fingers pulling at the button of your jeans before you pulled the zipper down and wiggled out of your pants, making Javi groan at your lack of underwear. 

“No panties? Naughty,” he hummed as he watched you. 

“You rubbed off of me, sir,” you teased, wiggling a little until you got your pants off over your shoes. Javi’s fingers tilted your chin towards him, crashing his lips down on yours. You released a surprised yelp before you pushed your hands into his hair, wanting him closer. 

“I want to eat you out on the hood of this car until you can’t think straight,” he hummed against your lips and you moaned. 

“You want that? My fingers, my mouth, my tongue…” he sucked your bottom lip in and you shivered. 

“Yes… Yes please…” you whined.

“Good,” he parted from your lips and turned around to get out of the car, leaving you to take a couple of deep breaths before you followed him out.

He leaned with one hand on the hood of the car, his other hand rubbing over his moustache. You bit your lip, shivering more from anticipation than from the cold breeze as you walked towards him. 

He kissed you as soon as you were close, one hand on the back of your head to pull you closer while he pushed you with his body against the car, his other hand on your ass, pushing you against him. His tongue dipped into your mouth and you couldn’t help but moan, crossing your arms behind his neck. 

He nibbled on your bottom lip, his nose brushing over yours before both hands came to rest on your waist.

“Jump,” he mumbled and you did without a second thought as he helped you sit on the hood of his jeep, his hands pushing your thighs apart as he looked up at you. His fingertips rubbed over the skin of your inner thighs. 

He was almost on eye level with your pussy as he leaned against his car.

Slowly he put your legs over his shoulder, kissing your inner thighs softly before he bit a mark into it, repeating it on the other leg. 

“If you cum on anything else than my cock tonight you’ll regret it,” he said, looking up at you and you shakily breathed out before you nodded. 

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” he said. 

“Yes Javi,” you whispered, sucking your bottom lip in. 

“My good girl,” he hummed, his tongue licking up your pussy, making you shiver. 

He wasted no time, knowing exactly what buttons to push, how he had to touch you to bring you to the edge within minutes. Literally making out with your pussy, his tongue flicking over your clit just the way you liked it. 

“Fuck.. Fuck Javi,” you whimpered, your hands in his hair, already feeling your orgasm approaching but just before you came he stopped and you whined in disappointment. He looked up at you, the hint of a smirk on his lips. 

“You taste fucking delicious right before you cum,” he hummed and you let yoru head fall back against the hood. 

“Ready for more?” he asked.

“Do I get a choice?”

“No,” he said before he dove in again. 

You were a mess. Tears running down your cheeks as you held on to Javi’s hair. He was humming against you, you were so oversensitive that the single lick of his tongue almost made you orgasm. 

But he had kept true to his word. 

The sky was starting to change colours, the sun getting ready to rise when you heard him unbuckle his belt. Getting up to lean on your elbows positively exhausted you looked at him as he pushed his pants down, his cock painfully hard and leaking. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, letting me use you,” he said and you could see his whole face glistening with you. 

“You think you can stand so I can fuck you from behind, mi sol?” he asked. 

“Don’t think I will ever walk again, honestly,” you sighed but started to get up and he chuckled. His hands were on your hips as he helped you down and he held you up when you indeed struggled to keep on your feet after those last hours. He kissed you, diving his tongue inside of you moaning against your lips. 

He guided you to the side of the car, turning you around so you were bent over, your arms keeping you upright. 

It was then that you noticed where he had brought you. 

You were in the mountains, overlooking the whole city. It was the place he had brought you when he asked you to move in with him. 

You smiled softly as Javi kissed up your neck, his head on your shoulder. 

“I hope you know how much I love you, mi sol,” he whispered. 

“I love you too, Javi,” you smiled, moaning when he pushed his cock inside of you in one fluid motion. 

You were surprised by your orgasm, shaking in his arms while he cursed, his lips sucking on your neck.”

And he hadn’t even moved.

“Fuck baby you soaked me…” he chocked a laugh. 

“So…. so good….” you moaned and you felt him smile against your skin. 

“Want you to cum inside me, Javi.” you hummed when he started to move. 

“Yeah?” he asked, you only nodded. 

“Want me to fill you up?” he held on to your hips, fucking into you from behind just as the sun came up. His other hand ran up under your shirt, squeezing your breasts. 

It was strangely romantic. 

“Fill me up Javi,” you moaned, feeling yourself cum again, squeezing his cock and he gasped, thrusting a couple more times before you felt him spill deep inside of you. 

He let his head fall against your back before he kissed your neck. 

“Feeling better?” you asked over your shoulder and he kissed you. 

“Always with you,” he smiled. 

“Good,” you nodded, rubbing your nose over his. 

“Now please get me home I need a shower and some sleep,” you teased and he laughed. 

He got you both tamales and coffee for breakfast on your way home. He took the time to shower you, wash your hair, kiss every part of your body his lips could reach. 

And then he held you in his arms as you both fell asleep. 

For once not caring about what was going on in this country. 

Both of your brains blissfully quiet. 

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Poisoned Apples Chapter 1

A/N - Well here it is Ya'll the first chapter!! Now @ezilyamuzed and I have made a schedule for a new chapter to come out every Sunday...That crazy girl has already written probably the next 2, maybe even 3 chapters, so get ready!!

Warnings - Language and Violence ..... just for now, but in the upcoming chapters PLEASE read the warnings!!!

Word Count - 3,375.

“Yo, we got another one,” you heard a voice state on the other side of your office wall as you were ready to pack up for the night. 

“Great,” you sighed as you took off your jacket. Guess it’s another late friday. You walked out to the EMT who was filling out his clipboard as the nurse was getting your new client registered. 

“What do we have?” you asked as you walked out. 

“Crazy son of a bitch,” he replied. “Fucking insane. Just your type.”

You looked down at the blood that he had on his shirt and pants while he spoke. No cuts on him, so must have been the new client. There was a struggle indeed. Great, one of those nights. 

“Does he need medical first?”

“This isn’t his blood,” he replied. He went on to tell a story of how there were multiple bodies found at the scene brutally murdered and him in the midst of it all; silent. It gave you an eerie chill as he described how the cops had to subdue him with tasers so the EMTs could sedate him for transfer. 

“And why is he here then?” you gave him a harsh reply. “He should live the rest of his life in jail.”

“That’s the thing,” he sighed. “Cops ran his prints. He’s supposedly dead. They figured this would be best for him while they figure out how a dead guy is alive. Keep him sedated and in a nice padded room.”

“This is not a babysitting service,” you rolled your eyes. “This is a hospital for the mentally ill.”

“And killing 4 people with your bare hands isn’t?” He gave you a look that made you want to punch him. Smartass. 

“Still sedated?” 

“Hell yes.”

“Put him in room 13,” you said with a huff. 

You walked back into your office as the nurse crept to the doorway.

“Dr. Y/L/N?”

“Yes?”

“My 3rd shift relief isn’t here yet and I have to get my son…”

“Go home Anne. It’s okay. Security is still here and everyone is asleep. We should be fine until she gets here.”

“But with the new intake…”

“He’s sedated. He will be fine. I’ll do the paperwork,” you gave an assuring smile. “Go tuck in your little one and have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Don’t stay all night,”She gave you a knowing look. Sometimes she was more of a mom than a coworker, but you loved her for it. She knew you would stay until relief came, and even more likely not go home until well after that. This place was practically your home. 

She left with a goodbye as she gathered her things. The EMT was walking back with the guy 4-point cuffed to the stretcher, soaked in blood. He was a mess for sure. You followed him to room 13 and got him in safely, putting on your nitrile gloves first to check for anything in his pockets that could be harmful. 

The EMT didn’t even hesitate to book it out of there after dropping him off. With a ‘good luck’ he was out quickly. Just you and the mystery man. You look at his still face, he looked handsome under all that grime. You reached into his pockets looking for anything and found a car key for some old chevy and a couple of wadded up dollars. You bagged them, ready to just leave him be until more help came but you felt bad leaving him like that. All the blood, more than likely waking up with that still on him was going to do more harm than good if he wasn’t already completely psychotic.  

After retrieving a bucket of water and some cloths, you worked to wipe him down a bit. Starting with his arm you washed off the blood and dirt, moving him down to his hands, careful of the cuffs. You moved over to the next one when a mark caight your eye. You tried to turn his arm over so you could see, but the cuff was making it difficult. You looked at his peaceful face once more and made the decision to take off the cuff to see. It was an odd red mark that looked like a seven with two lines near it. After making a mental note, you moved to his face. The water revealed freckles along his nose and a little scar on his chin. He was very handsome underneath it all as you continued to try and get the blood out of his hair.

 You had gotten distracted in your task that you almost didn’t catch the piercing green eyes snap open to you, stabbing you in your soul. You didn’t even have a chance to breathe in before his hand was around your throat. As he squeezed you felt the sheer panic inside of you overtake your body as he gave you a look that could only be described as murderous as his eyes hit yours like little diggers. He began to blink rapidly, like he was awaking from a dream.

“Where am I?” his grip grew softer for you to choke out ‘St.Stan’s hospital’.

He looked you up and down before he dropped his hand. He undid his cuffs as you bent over trying to catch your breath threw the choking. 

“Why am I here?”

“EMT brought you,” you replied, backing away from him slowly as you rubbed your neck. “You murdered 4 people when they found you.”

“I what?” he furrowed his glare to you.

“That’s what they said,” you replied in defense, not wanting to make him angry. 

“Cops around?”

“Not now, but I’m sure they were.”

“Time to go then,” he replied as he got up from his spot. 

“You can’t just leave,” you blurted out. 

“Who’s going to stop me?” He gave you a hard glare. You didn’t respond, but stood emotionless, hoping that your words didn’t put you into more harm. “That’s what I thought.”

He opened the door and peered out, he shut the door rather quickly and quietly for someone attempting to escape.

“Shit,” he breathed out. 

“What?”

“5-0,” he replied before looking back at you. “You.”

“Me what?”

“You need to go out there and get them away from here.”

“How am I supposed to-“

“Figure it out,” he snapped at you. 

You nodded as you walked out, throwing your gloves away in the garbage can outside the room. As you walked down the hall you wondered what would happen if you did just give him over. He killed four people. Could the police take him down?

“Officer Tony,” you smiled as you got to the reception desk.

“Doctor,” Officer Tony replied firmly. He was a frequent visitor for cases, more often to shamelessly flirt for a while while you turned him down each and every time. Typically he would call you by your real name and then attempt to ask you out. He didn’t this time. He was oddly still and serious.Unlike him. “I’m doing a follow up on a guy they brought in.”

“The resurrected dead guy?” 

“That’s the one.”

“He’s still sedated,” you responded after noticing Tony was all alone which was something else unusual. Where was his partner Jake? 

“So we need 24/7 watch on time while they do their investigation and eventually they will move him to a more secure facility. We need you to check his mental competency for trial, so we won’t get any of that bullshit insanity pleas.”

“Is there even proof he did it?” you found yourself asking. 

“He was found in the middle of it.”

“What if it was self defense?” 

“Unlikely,” he scuffed at you. “Bastard is going to fry.”

“I thought it was innocent until proven guilty ?” you snarked back. He didn’t really flinch at that, but stared you down like he was the boss. Very annoying. 

“Anyways,” he changed the subject, obviously annoyed by you as well. “We need all your reports of course when you start with him.”

“That’s fine,” you replied. “If he signs a release of information.”

“Excuse me?”

“He is a patient in my care now,” you harped back. “Legally I don’t have to tell you shit about him.”

“You’re going to make this hard on me?”

“I’m just doing my job the right way, Officer,” you posed with a fake smile. “At least one of us should.”

“I’ll be back with a warrant,” he replied with a scowl before leaving. You waited a moment before going back to the mysterious man. If he really was a danger, you couldn’t just let him go back out and hurt people. You had no idea what you were doing, but your gut told you there was something more to all of this. 

“Good job,” he stated as you returned. “Pissing off the local boys is always a favorite behavior of mine.”

“Why shouldn’t I call security right now?” you blurted out. “You’ve already attacked and threatened me. Why shouldn’t I even call that cop back in? Give me a reason.”

“Because you and a lot of people here will die if you do,” he responded coldly. 

“Is that another threat?” 

“Prediction,” he stated as he shook his head. “Now I need your help to get me out of here.”

“No.”

“No?” he looked back to you with a smirk. “Oh I wasn’t asking sweetheart.”

He grabbed at your arm and pulled you to follow him. You struggled against him but then felt something pointing into your back. It felt sharp as you tensed up. 

“How did you get a knife?” you asked.

“Don’t you worry about that,” he said as you felt the pressure pushing into you again. “Now I want you to walk like everything is normal, get your stuff, and we are leaving in your vehicle. One wrong move and you will regret it.” 

You did as you were told, walking as calmly as you could back to your office. You grabbed your bag and phone. He took them from you, slipped the phone into his pocket, and pulled out your ID from your wallet in your purse. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he read aloud. “ I now know your name, birthday, and address. If you do something stupid, don’t think I won’t come find you.”

“How do you expect to get pass security?” 

He looked down at himself and noticed the blood soaked clothes. 

“Where’s your property room?” 

“We don’t have-“

“Bullshit,” he spat. “All these places have one to lock up the loonies things. Where is it?” 

“Next to security,” you stated. 

“Well, isn’t that fun?” he smirked. 

He pushed you along the hallway, you attempting to give directions as you approached security. There was one of the three guards on duty in there and he was busy watching videos on his phone. You pointed to the property room and he grabbed the keys from your clip on your waist, putting them in your hands. After unlocking it, you found yourself alone in a dark room with this psychopath until he found the light switch. 

“Jackpot,” he stated as he grabbed jeans and a shirt. He tore off his clothing that he had on, leaving him in just his boxers for you to see as he got himself dressed. You had turned your head away for a moment, but he made made the comment about you being a stuck up prude that caused you to look back. 

“The other guards are doing rounds,” you stated. 

“We better hurry then,” he replied as he grabbed his jacket and tucked it in his arm. “And remember-“

“Yeah yeah,” you scoffed. “Don't try anything.” 

As you walked out the guard, Bob, with his phone playing some comedy skit noticed you.

“Late night Dr. Y/N?” he smiled.

“Yes,” you smiled back as you signed yourself out of the clipboard. 

“And who is this?” he looked over to the mystery man.”

“My intern,” you blurted out and then calmly smiled. “He doesn’t have his badge or keys yet.”

“Well sign out,” Bob said looking at the man with a suspicious look.

You watched as he signed himself out. Name Jonathan Cash. An alias? More than likely. You said your goodbye and went directly outside of the building after he buzzed the two of you out. You knew that if he did his job it would only be within 5 minutes or so that he noticed that Jonathan Cash never signed in. 

“Which car is yours?” you felt the sharp pressure on your back again. 

“The ‘70 camaro,” you replied. 

“Really?” he sounded surprised. “I would have thought a prius or minivan.”

As you approached the car he directed you to get in the driver's seat and drive normally. You did as directed as he started to go through everything he could within your car. 

“Old water bottles, hairbrush, packs of gum,” he said as he started to toss around things. “Change of clothes.”

He stopped when he saw the underpants and picked them up with a smirk and a wink to you, but put them back away. 

“Where am I going?” 

“You’re place,” he responded. “Need to lay low and refocus.” 

“Well Jonathan, if that is your name,” you stated as you looked behind you in the mirror . “I think we’re  being followed.”

He turned his head back and watched a newer Ford Queen Victoria staying far enough back to not be too close, but still close enough to not lose you. 

“How far is this place of yours?” he asked.

“Two more blocks,” you replied. 

“You have salt?” 

“What?” you gave him a funny look. 

“Salt, iron, any type of weapons there?”

“You’re insane,” you continued to furry your brows

to him.

“Probably,” he stated as he adjusted himself back into the seat and started looking through your stuff again. “But just as a quick rundown precaution, demons are after me. They are dicks that are hard to kill without the right weapons, but you can make them hurt a lot. Listen to me and I’ll keep you alive.”

“Demons?” you snarked as you turned into your street. “Are you on something?”

“Sober,” he replied nonchalantly. “Well mostly now.”

You pulled into the driveway of your townhouse. It was simple enough for just you since all your family were all pretty much gone or states away. He looked behind him again and saw the car parked along the side of the road a few houses down with its lights off.

“Inside,” he stated firmly. 

You got out of the car and went inside. He directed you to sit on the couch while he checked around. While he was out of your sight, you stealthily retrieved the glock you had in your desk drawer. When he came back you aimed it right for him.

“Whoa,” he held up his hands. “Don’t shoot me! I’m not the enemy here.”

“Bullshit,” you blurted. “Now get down on the floor.”

“You don’t want to pull that trigger,” he showed you the mark on his arm. “You do that and things will only get worse for you.”

“Toss my phone on the couch and get down,” you commanded again. “I won’t ask twice.”

“Okay, okay,” he replied as he retrieved the phone and tossed it, getting down to the floor with his hands still up. Before he was fully down on the floor all of the sudden your front door was kicked in, Tony the cop now entering with a friend behind. His eyes weren’t his eyes. They were black as night. They charged in towards you, the mystery guy jumping up in return to attack. As Tony attacked your capturer the other one pulled out a long silver, almost dagger like weapon. He was coming right at you. You put two slugs into him and he continued like nothing happened. You emptied the clip

into him but he managed to keep moving, now right in front of you reaching for you. You attempted

to flea, but he grabbed you from behind, pinning your arms down with his as you flayed your legs to escape. He was strong. Too strong. You finally stopped fighting when you felt the cold steel along your throat. 

“Give it up Winchester or she dies,” your aggressor stated. 

You caught a glimpse of the fight between the cop and your patient. It was brutal and bloody as your patient stabbed Tony in the chest with a similar looking blade. He got up with a murderous look. You weren’t sure who to be more scared of in the moment, but your gut told you that this Winchester guy was going to win. 

“Let her go,” he warned. “I won’t ask twice.”

“Crowley wants you. You can come peacefully or her blood can be on your hands,” he pushed the blade closer to your neck, cutting it just enough that you felt blood drip. 

In a swift motion Winchester threw the blade and it went right past your head into the skull of your aggressor. His blade cut a little deeper as he fell down and you stumbled forward as his grip fell. 

You grabbed at your neck and looked at your hand that now had blood on it. Winchester got down on his knees and examined you, asking if you were alright.

“No!” you yelled as you pushed him away and got up. “What the hell were those guys?” 

“Demons,” he replied. “I told you.”

“Demons aren’t real!” you screamed as you went and grabbed a towel from your kitchen to hold against the wound on your neck. 

“They are,” he snapped back in annoyance. “You saw their eyes and the fact that you emptied the chamber in that guy and he didn’t drop dead.”

“This is so fucked up,” you breathed out, not knowing what to think. 

“Welcome to my life,” he laughed. “And more will be coming. We got to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“Fine, you explain the dead cop and the guy you shot 15 times to the authorities,” he snapped back. “That is if more demons don’t get here first.”

You took a deep breath as you looked around. Fucker was right. How could you even possibly explain this and the gun had your fingerprints all over it. Not only that, but whatever happened to those guys, demonic possession or not, there was no way you could defend yourself alone. This was one of those no win situations that you had to make a decision about quickly. 

He was already picking up the weapons and rummaging through their pockets, taking out any cash he found. You picked up the gun that was on the floor next to him. He looked over at you with a cocked up brow. 

“Where do we even go?” you asked. 

“Anywhere,” he replied with solemnness to his voice, almost as if he felt bad about the situation that you were now in. “Grab a bunch of clothes and anything you care about. I’m going to grab what I can from your kitchen to get us by for now, but tomorrow, we need you to empty out any accounts you have because you will never be able to go back to this life again.” 

You nodded that you understood as you moved to go upstairs to your bedroom. Once there, the tears rolled out as you grabbed as much of your stuff you could fit into your suitcase and book bag. after changing into non bloody comfy clothes. The only real personal thing that you took with you was a photobook, to at least remember the life you once had. 

“Ready?” he stated as you descended down the stairs. 

You nodded as you looked back at your home that was now a crime scene. Another tear rolled out as you walked a little slower to the door. 

“It’s just stuff,” he said as he opened up the door for you. 

You glared at him hard as you walked past him, hissing ‘fuck you’ as you walked out and towards the car. 

“Well this is going to be fun,” he snakred as he shut the door not only to your house, but your life.

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The Accident (Part One)

Whumptober 2022: #11. “911. What’s your emergency?” Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Top Gun Gang, f!reader, reader x either Rooster, Bob, or Hangman (you have to read to find out who....) Word Count: 1339 TW: Car Accident, Descriptions of Injuries, Angst Notes: Thank you to @topguncortez for looking this over for me! 🥰 Part One, Part Two, Part Three(coming soon)

Another day, another shift, another 8-hours of traumatic stories and pleas for help. When you had decided to become a 911 operator, it hadn’t occurred to you how traumatizing it could be. Some days you had to stay on the line while you listened to horrendous acts being performed on the people begging you for help. On other days, there were countless sobs as people relayed that their loved ones were gone. And while you view yourself as a strong person, it all wears on you after a while. A person can only take so much before they crack.

That is why you cannot wait for the week-long vacation you have planned starting tomorrow. Just seven days of nothing but relaxing, sleeping late, and spending time with your fiancé. This will be the first time both of you have time off at the same time and you can’t be more excited. Maybe the two of you can actually make some progress on your wedding planning. 

But that starts tomorrow. Tonight, you idiotically agreed to pick up a second shift after you were supposed to get off, but there is no need to rush home. Maverick had come to town for one night and you know that means the entire squad will be at the bar with him until very late. So the extra money is better than sitting at the house by yourself all night. You probably could go meet them, but you also don’t want to disturb their catching-up time, so you stay at work.

It is a relatively quiet night, which is strange considering it is a Friday but you aren’t complaining. Mostly just a few drunk and disorderlies, an overdose, and an elderly woman who thought her husband was having a heart attack. Then, around one a.m., you have another call directed to your headset.

“911, what’s your emergency?” There is a long pause on the other end of the phone. You can hear ragged breathing, but the person makes no indication of what is wrong. “Hello? Are you alright?”

The silence stretches on longer and you look down at your computer screen to make sure there wasn’t a problem with the connection but then the person finally speaks. “You weren’t supposed to be working tonight.”

“Bradley?” Your head shoots up as you recognize the sound of one of your fiancé’s closest friends. His tone is somber and tinged with something almost like regret. “Are you okay?”

There is another pause before he says, “I need you to transfer the call to someone else.”

Your blood runs cold as your heart freezes in your chest. There is only one reason he would ask you to do that. Pressing your headphone tighter against your ear, you choke out, “How bad is it? How badly is he hurt?”

Bradley sighs. “Listen, we don’t have time for this. We need help, so I need you to transfer me.”

Turning back to the computer, you say, “Where are you?” Bradley reluctantly gives you his location and you quickly type it into the computer. “And what do you need? Fire, medical, police?”

Yet another pause. You are just about to scream at him when he murmurs, “All of them.”

Taking a deep breath, you enter the information into the form on your screen and send it off. Hopefully, emergency teams would get to their location soon. 

Turning your attention back to the call, you say, “Okay. They have your information. Now, what happened? Is he okay?”

Bradley’s military training had helped keep him focused long enough to get help, but now that he has, the severity of the situation seems to have caught up to him and he begins to ramble, his voice haunted and on the verge of tears. “We were on our way home and arguing about something stupid, I can’t even remember what now. Me, Bob, and Hangman. We never saw the truck coming. It ran the red light and just plowed into our driver’s side. It should have been me. I should have been driving. It was my car.” 

You feel the breath catch in your throat. You had forgotten Bradley had traded in his Bronco for a newer model car once he found out he and his wife were expecting. The Bronco might have been able to take that sort of collision, but the car….

“Bradley… are they okay? B-bob and J-Jake. Are they okay?” While you desperately want to know how your fiancé was, you have gotten very close to all of his squad members and are very concerned about the well-being of all three of them. Bradley might be physically okay, but you have seen enough of these types of situations to tell he is heading for a total mental or emotional breakdown if he continues on like this. So, you fall back into your own training. 

“Listen to me. Take a deep breath, in and out. It’s going to be okay. Help is on the way.” Bradley follows your instructions and you hear some of the tremor leaving his breathing. “Good. Now, are you okay? Did you hit your head or are you bleeding from anywhere?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so. I, um, I was in the passenger seat. My neck hurts but I think it’s just whiplash. But Bob and Hangman… They’re both unconscious and it's bad. They’re both still breathing but….” he trails off. 

Taking a few deep breaths of your own, you say, “Bradley, I know this may be difficult, but I need you to do something for me. While you stay on this line, I need you to grab one of their phones and video call me on my personal phone. I need to see how bad it is. Please.”

There is a pause. Then, “Okay.”

You can hear footsteps as he presumably approaches the car. After a moment, he says, “I have his phone. I’m assuming you are ‘Sweetheart’?”

For a minute, you can only nod. But then realizing he can’t see that response, you force out a short, “Yes.”

A moment later, your phone lights up, displaying the picture you took of your fiancé in his dress blues the day he proposed. He was so handsome. But there is no telling what you will see in a few seconds when Bradley shows you him in his current state. 

Sliding the button to answer the call, you can just make out Bradley in the dim lighting at the side of the road. His hair is a mess and he is sweating profusely, but he seems relatively okay, just shaken. 

He gives you a sad smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you reply weakly. “Where are they?”

He hesitates. “Are you sure you want to see this?”

“I have to.”

“Okay.” he nods. “One second.” The camera jostles around as he turns the screen toward the remains of the car and you gasp in horror. 

Though you also catch a glimpse of a body in the back, the one you care most about is slumped in the front seat. Bradley was right. He seems to be unconscious, which is actually a blessing because otherwise he would be in agony. His left arm hung at an unnatural angle, either broken or at the very least dislocated. His breathing is ragged and shallow, each inhale seeming extremely painful and difficult. There is a good chance he broke some ribs which may, in turn, have punctured a lung. And internal bleeding is also a huge concern. 

But the part that makes you almost burst into tears is his face. The airbag had gone off and driven the frames of his glasses into the bridge of his nose while also shattering the glass. His nose is swollen and crooked with two streams of blood trailing from his nostrils. Huge gashes and trails of blood are scattered around his cheeks and eyes as shards of glass jut out of his face. He is almost unrecognizable yet you know it is the man you love.

“Bobby….”

Part Two out now and Part Three coming soon!

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[a-reader-and-a-writer]

The Accident (Part One)

Whumptober 2022: #11. “911. What’s your emergency?” Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Top Gun Gang, f!reader, reader x either Rooster, Bob, or Hangman (you have to read to find out who....) Word Count: 1339 TW: Car Accident, Descriptions of Injuries, Angst Notes: Thank you to @topguncortez for looking this over for me! 🥰

Part One, Part Two, Part Three (coming soon)

Another day, another shift, another 8-hours of traumatic stories and pleas for help. When you had decided to become a 911 operator, it hadn’t occurred to you how traumatizing it could be. Some days you had to stay on the line while you listened to horrendous acts being performed on the people begging you for help. On other days, there were countless sobs as people relayed that their loved ones were gone. And while you view yourself as a strong person, it all wears on you after a while. A person can only take so much before they crack.

That is why you cannot wait for the week-long vacation you have planned starting tomorrow. Just seven days of nothing but relaxing, sleeping late, and spending time with your fiancé. This will be the first time both of you have time off at the same time and you can’t be more excited. Maybe the two of you can actually make some progress on your wedding planning. 

But that starts tomorrow. Tonight, you idiotically agreed to pick up a second shift after you were supposed to get off, but there is no need to rush home. Maverick had come to town for one night and you know that means the entire squad will be at the bar with him until very late. So the extra money is better than sitting at the house by yourself all night. You probably could go meet them, but you also don’t want to disturb their catching-up time, so you stay at work.

It is a relatively quiet night, which is strange considering it is a Friday but you aren’t complaining. Mostly just a few drunk and disorderlies, an overdose, and an elderly woman who thought her husband was having a heart attack. Then, around one a.m., you have another call directed to your headset.

“911, what’s your emergency?” There is a long pause on the other end of the phone. You can hear ragged breathing, but the person makes no indication of what is wrong. “Hello? Are you alright?”

The silence stretches on longer and you look down at your computer screen to make sure there wasn’t a problem with the connection but then the person finally speaks. “You weren’t supposed to be working tonight.”

“Bradley?” Your head shoots up as you recognize the sound of one of your fiancé’s closest friends. His tone is somber and tinged with something almost like regret. “Are you okay?”

There is another pause before he says, “I need you to transfer the call to someone else.”

Your blood runs cold as your heart freezes in your chest. There is only one reason he would ask you to do that. Pressing your headphone tighter against your ear, you choke out, “How bad is it? How badly is he hurt?”

Bradley sighs. “Listen, we don’t have time for this. We need help, so I need you to transfer me.”

Turning back to the computer, you say, “Where are you?” Bradley reluctantly gives you his location and you quickly type it into the computer. “And what do you need? Fire, medical, police?”

Yet another pause. You are just about to scream at him when he murmurs, “All of them.”

Taking a deep breath, you enter the information into the form on your screen and send it off. Hopefully, emergency teams would get to their location soon. 

Turning your attention back to the call, you say, “Okay. They have your information. Now, what happened? Is he okay?”

Bradley’s military training had helped keep him focused long enough to get help, but now that he has, the severity of the situation seems to have caught up to him and he begins to ramble, his voice haunted and on the verge of tears. “We were on our way home and arguing about something stupid, I can’t even remember what now. Me, Bob, and Hangman. We never saw the truck coming. It ran the red light and just plowed into our driver’s side. It should have been me. I should have been driving. It was my car.” 

You feel the breath catch in your throat. You had forgotten Bradley had traded in his Bronco for a newer model car once he found out he and his wife were expecting. The Bronco might have been able to take that sort of collision, but the car….

“Bradley… are they okay? B-bob and J-Jake. Are they okay?” While you desperately want to know how your fiancé was, you have gotten very close to all of his squad members and are very concerned about the well-being of all three of them. Bradley might be physically okay, but you have seen enough of these types of situations to tell he is heading for a total mental or emotional breakdown if he continues on like this. So, you fall back into your own training. 

“Listen to me. Take a deep breath, in and out. It’s going to be okay. Help is on the way.” Bradley follows your instructions and you hear some of the tremor leaving his breathing. “Good. Now, are you okay? Did you hit your head or are you bleeding from anywhere?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so. I, um, I was in the passenger seat. My neck hurts but I think it’s just whiplash. But Bob and Hangman… They’re both unconscious and it's bad. They’re both still breathing but….” he trails off. 

Taking a few deep breaths of your own, you say, “Bradley, I know this may be difficult, but I need you to do something for me. While you stay on this line, I need you to grab one of their phones and video call me on my personal phone. I need to see how bad it is. Please.”

There is a pause. Then, “Okay.”

You can hear footsteps as he presumably approaches the car. After a moment, he says, “I have his phone. I’m assuming you are ‘Sweetheart’?”

For a minute, you can only nod. But then realizing he can’t see that response, you force out a short, “Yes.”

A moment later, your phone lights up, displaying the picture you took of your fiancé in his dress blues the day he proposed. He was so handsome. But there is no telling what you will see in a few seconds when Bradley shows you him in his current state. 

Sliding the button to answer the call, you can just make out Bradley in the dim lighting at the side of the road. His hair is a mess and he is sweating profusely, but he seems relatively okay, just shaken. 

He gives you a sad smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you reply weakly. “Where are they?”

He hesitates. “Are you sure you want to see this?”

“I have to.”

“Okay.” he nods. “One second.” The camera jostles around as he turns the screen toward the remains of the car and you gasp in horror. 

Though you also catch a glimpse of a body in the back, the one you care most about is slumped in the front seat. Bradley was right. He seems to be unconscious, which is actually a blessing because otherwise he would be in agony. His left arm hung at an unnatural angle, either broken or at the very least dislocated. His breathing is ragged and shallow, each inhale seeming extremely painful and difficult. There is a good chance he broke some ribs which may, in turn, have punctured a lung. And internal bleeding is also a huge concern. 

But the part that makes you almost burst into tears is his face. The airbag had gone off and driven the frames of his glasses into the bridge of his nose while also shattering the glass. His nose is swollen and crooked with two streams of blood trailing from his nostrils. Huge gashes and trails of blood are scattered around his cheeks and eyes as shards of glass jut out of his face. He is almost unrecognizable yet you know it is the man you love.

“Bobby….”

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[purpleanimeturtle]

dum dum

Chapter tree of my Caseytello fic! I really want to post my next chapter tomorrow for Friday the 13th so, here this one is!

3rd person P.O.V.

Casey reluctantly followed the mutant rat-man back into the dojo, which at this point seemed more like a crime scene and that Casey was going to be interrogated for murder. Leo gave him a weak smile as they passed, leaving Casey both confused and utterly terrified.

Casey stood in the doorway, slightly leaning on the screen.

“Come in Casey.” Splinter instructed and Casey did, sitting in front of him on the matted floor. 

“So uh, am I in trouble or somethin’? ‘Cause I will easily apologize but-”

The human was cut off.

“No my child, I certainly do not believe so.”

“Great, well it is getting late and-”

“No. I do think however that you should stay here tonight.”

Casey looked at him in disbelief, sure he had stayed the night before, and it would be no problem with his dad if he did stay but Splinter had never really thought Casey should stay over.

“Um okay, but, why?”

“Because you and Donatello should have a conversation.” Splinter sighed, “you are both going through similar things but are both dumb dumbs.”

That was another thing that the boy would have never expected the older one to say, dumb dumb. A slight red flag went off in his mind.

“Donnie and I talk all the time though.” Casey protested, slightly weary of the situation.

“Casey, I know.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I know what you are, how you feel.”

“S-sir?”

Splinter chuckled, “Michelangelo and I have talked about it before, therefore I know. You have a crush on Donatello.” He finished matter-of-factly.

Of course Mikey had something to do with it. The sudden slang and meme references made sense. But that didn’t stop the human from turning completely red.

“Splinter-uh, you don’t understand. It’s not like that, it's more like- OW!”

Casey rubbed his head from where Splinter had hit him with his staff, effectively shutting up the stuttering and blushing mess of a teenager.

“Shush, go with the others, I wish to talk to Donatello now.”

Raph laughed his ass off as Casey relayed his interaction with the rat to him. 

“He, really said that?” The turtle choked out between his outburst of giggles.

“That’s what I’m saying dude,” the latter didn’t look up from his bowl of cornflakes, out of fear of how red his face might be. “Quit laughing man.��

After Casey had left the dojo he had an awkward run in with a certain purple clad turtle, well awkward for Casey at least, no one could really read what Donnie was thinking. Raph caught Casey and now they were eating shity cereal in the kitchen. 

“YOOOO!” Mikey entered, very loudly. “So, sleepover.”

He motioned toward Casey who just frowned deeper at the mutant.

“C’mon man, I told him like,” Mikey paused to take a bite of some cold pizza he found. “Like a week ago now!”

“How is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“I never said it would!” The turtle raised his hands in defense.

The two continued to bicker as Raph just rolled his eyes before yelling to a different room.

“Leo! The girls are fighting!” 

He snickered, this was the Raph Casey was more fond of.

Leo walked into the kitchen. “C’mon guys, I can’t even hear space heroes over you.” She said, sounding sad about not being able to hear favorite show.

“You guys know what tonight calls for? Movie night!” Mikey answered his own question before anyone else could even try to answer. “I got dibs!” And like that, The brother in orange was gone, shortly followed by the blue sister exclaiming something about how she was already using it. Raph gave Casey a not-so light punch and followed his siblings to the living room.

Plopping down onto the couch Casey felt like he was being watched. You know that funky feeling from your extra sense that you only acknowledge when someone might be looking at you? Yeah that one where the hair on the back of your neck stands up and everything.

So the mentioned boy hesitantly looked around.

April was with her dad so it couldn’t be her.

Raph, Leo, and Mikey were in front of him, fighting over what to watch.

And the alarm system Donnie added would’ve gone off if there was an intruder. But just as Casey could have thought about excluding the missing turtle and their rat father from who it could be, Splinter walked out of the dojo.

To everyone's surprise however, he was not followed by Donnie. But before anyone could question it the purple turtle came out from a shadowed corner, holding a few containers of popcorn, walking over and sitting on the floor. 

Much to their families disappointment. 

The disappointment however, took Casey by surprise.

This was the longest chapter yet! And also had the most references to the song it was inspired by. Hopefully I can finish and post the 4th chapter tomorrow for the spookies. Love ya'll bye!

#casey jones #caseytello #donatello #jonatello #named after songs #tmnt 2012 #gay #nonbinary #anti tcest #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt raph 2012

[bellaramseysgf]

I promise you (S.H)

Warning(s): angst!,best friends to lovers trope,dramatic love confession,kissing.

Pairing(s); Steve Harrington X (Afab) Fem! Reader

Summary; you figure out why Steve’s so upset with you.

A/n dedicated to the one and only @ariesl0ves3ddiemuns0n <3 obviously this is a modern au since she has a phone!

Didn’t proofread this bc I’m busy but I hope you like it aries🥺

You walked through the school in search of Steve he was your ride and he promised to stay late so he could take you home. You had soccer practice, on your way down the hall you were suddenly jerked into a closet.

“What the fuck- Munson. What do you want??” You huffed and he flicked on the light. “I need a favor” you crossed your arms “I don’t owe you one.” He twisted his mouth up and sighed “well now I’d owe you, cmon it’s serious. Gareth is sick and he have a show Friday. Please please please please-” “Jesus! I’ll have to check my schedule I can’t promise anything but I’ll let you know tomorrow okay?” Eddie threw his arms around you “thank you thank you thank you” you shoved him off “yeah, yeah” with that the pair of you left the closet together. Just in time for Steve to see you.

“Steve! There you are. I was looking for you” “Harrington” Eddie said as he passed him. “What was that about?” Steve questioned and you rolled your eyes “he needed a favor. You ready?” Steve nodded and lead you out to his car. “So change of plans I got called into work, do you mind hanging out for a bit?“ you groaned “but I kinda wanna shower and nap” Steve slid into the car “I’ll let you watch any movies you want” “deal.” You say your bag into the back.

The next few days steve kept acting weird. After checking you didn’t have anything to do Friday you told Eddie you could cover for Gareth. You spent most of your time after school with him and his band practicing since you didn’t know any of their songs. You told Steve he didn’t need to pick you up since eddie had it covered and since then it’s been off.

Last time you saw him he did nothing but argue with you about Eddie. Saying to just spend time with them and a load of bullshit and now, Anytime you text Steve he always leave you on read or replied with a simple “I’m busy can’t talk” even though you know he’s not at work. You tried to just chalk it up to him being him but the more it happened the worse it had you feeling. You liked Steve, really really liked him. You decided to try one more time to text him.

Stevie Boy

Y: Hey, I’m gonna go get ice cream you or Robin wanna tag along?

S: it’s just you?

Y: well no, it’s me,Jeff,Eddie and bradlee

S: no nevermind we are good.

Y: uhm I’m gonna be playing the drums for them this Friday if you wanna come.

S: can’t talk I’m busy, probably won’t make it.

You sighed and Eddie saw how deflated you looked telling the other members to just go ahead. “You alright kiddo?” You huffed “kiddo? Eddie we are only 2 years apart” he smiled “still makes you a kid” you rolled your eyes “I’m 18 not 2” “you act like a 2 year old sometimes” you smiled at his teasing and he sat down on a couch inside the garage. “Cmon, talk to me what’s wrong” you sighed and walked over sitting next to him.

“You know Steve?” He nodded “right your little lover boy” you snorted “he’s not my anything” Eddie raised his brow “so you mean to tell me you two aren’t together?” You shook your head “what made you think we were?” You asked and Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “Eddie.” You said sternly “it’s just…he showed up at my place a few days back and said that I better stay away that you two were together” you shot up “HE WHAT!” You yelled. Eddie tugged you to sit back down “shhhhh! I assumed it was true. You look at him like he hung the moon and stars. I know you like him” you cross your arms and huff.

“I think he really likes you too. He’s just being stupid about the whole thing. Can you blame the guy? Last time he had a gf she called their relationship bullshit and then hooked up with the guy who literally violated her privacy” you relaxed a bit and sighed. “He’s being distant and I don’t know why.” You pulled up your phone and flicked it open showing him the texts. “You’re so clueless.” “What!” You huffed.

“You keep mentioning me. The dudes probably jealous” you looked at him “why would he be jealous of you?” Eddie looked offended “Uhm, rude. I’m very good looking” you blinked at him “Eddie.” “Yes?” “You literally have a boyfriend.” Eddie chuckles and shrugs “eh, just sayin” you rolled your eyes and punched his arm. “Just be honest with him okay? That’s all you can do.” You nodded and hugged him. “Could you take me to the video store?” He nodded “sure.”

You climbed out of Eddie’s van and stormed your way into the video store. “You.” You said pointing at Steve. “I don’t have time for your games y/n” you ignored him and walked around the counter “hey robin” she smiled “oh hey y-” robin froze when she watched as you grabbed the back of Steve’s head and kissed him.

Steve froze for a second before his eyes fluttered closed and his arm wrapped around your back holding your waist. Eddie walked in and cheer “FINALLY!” He threw his hands up and robin just stared impressed you did that. You pulled back from his lips and smiled at him “if you liked me you could’ve just said that instead of being a prick” Steve chuckled and leaned down to kiss you again.

You welcomed his lips on yours it was soft and he tasted like mint. You were definitely getting lost in each other only pulling away to the sound of Robin clearing her throat. “Listen, As happy as I am for you dingus we have to work.” You smiled at him “my fault, I apologize” Steve kissed your cheek gently “I’ll see you tomorrow” Steve nodded and rather reluctantly let go of you.

#fem reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #stranger things fic #steve stranger things

[beauty-and-passion]

FSS3: Season 2 finale - Part 1

Welcome, everyone, to the unofficial season 2 finale.

First I will post the four parts of my take on the season 2 finale of Sanders Sides, then all the episodes of season 3.

Updates every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

HERE is the explanation of the project

HERE is the introductory post

HERE the AO3 link to read this part (every part will be available both here and on AO3)

As said in the introductory post, Fanders Sides Season 3 (season 2 finale included) could have triggering themes/scenes. Please keep that in mind before reading.

And now, finally, let's start.

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This episode serves as a recap of the situation until now.

Thomas and Nico are on a date and we get to know Nico a little more: he studied art and literature. He wants to be a songwriter and a few singers already commissioned him some songs, but he’s still not gaining enough money to leave his current job. So, he keeps working as a bartender and he usually picks the night shifts, because the salary is better. Also, he’s kind of a night owl, so he doesn’t mind staying up late.

Thomas comes back home, still giggly and excited about the date. Everything was perfect, everything was amazing, Nico is amazing.

Roman approves and revels in the beautiful feeling of love. He looks completely satisfied and relaxed, even if his expression still shows an underlying tension.

Logan is happy too. Nico seems nice, but they are still wasting too much time in basic discussions about themselves: they should talk more about art and literature, since Nico is an expert in this field. They can compare their favorite writers, talk about their favorite singers and discuss the different musical genres.

Roman doesn’t care about the topic of their conversations: they can talk about everything they want, they can even talk about grocery lists and it would still be wonderful and perfect.

Patton is happy for Roman and admits that yes, Nico really seems like a nice guy. It’s good Thomas found love, he makes his old dad proud!

Virgil gives a sarcastic remark: jeez, thanks Patton for giving your approval, now we can keep seeing him. But we’ll do it anyway, because Nico seems a very cool guy.

Thomas agrees: Nico is great, isn’t he?

All Sides give their approval, except for Janus, who just stays in a corner, minding his own business. Thomas notices it and asks him what he thinks about Nico.

Janus replies that he’s not interested in Thomas’ mushy, romantic feelings. They are not his area of expertise.

(Both Roman and Virgil give him a dirty look.)

However, adds Janus, since it looks like this guy makes Thomas happy, he is happy as well.

Thomas confirms he’s very happy indeed and tells his Sides there will be another date tomorrow. He is over the moon, he can’t believe Nico enjoys his company so much, to ask him for another date!

At the same time, he’s a bit worried: is it okay? Are they truly ready for this? He doesn’t feel… ready. Is he going too fast, maybe?

Roman laughs: too fast? If anything, they’re going too slow! Thomas should’ve already confessed his love and called Nico his boyfriend! But they’re still stuck in the “friends/a little more than friends” stage! Thomas should make his move asap and get Nico before someone else does it.

Yes, Remus confirms, by suddenly appearing and scaring the shit out of everyone (except for Logan, who just rolls his eyes). You better get a move on, Thomas. Just tear his pants apart, then go straight for the d…

You can’t hurry these things, Logan interrupts Remus. Relationships take time to grow, hurrying them would lead to regret and disappointing expectations.

Patton agrees: Thomas needs more time to get to know Nico better. Right now, he cares for Nico, sure… but he doesn’t love him yet.

Janus confirms that yes, of course Thomas needs more time. He cannot pretend to fully know a guy he met twice.

Roman dismisses their protests: they don’t know what they’re saying and they’re all stupid anyway. They just talked about how cool Nico is and how great this relationship is for Thomas! Of course they should make the next move as soon as possible! But Virgil knows better and he will side with Roman, right?

Virgil takes a moment to look around and bite his nails. Then, under Roman’s expecting gaze, he finally admits that Thomas needs more time.

Roman is shocked: what? Why? Weren’t they both on board with this?

Sure they are, Virgil confirms. But they also need more time.

Roman raises his voice: they did it together, Virgil was the one who pushed Thomas to start this relationship and now he wants Thomas to slow down?! Doesn’t he care about Thomas? Doesn’t he see how happy he is and how happy they both are? Thomas and Nico should be a couple asap! They should be boyfriends now!

Every word makes Virgil feel more and more uneasy. The others notice it and, in the end, it’s Janus who snaps first by asking Roman a simple question: do they really know who Nico is?

Sure they know, Roman replies. He’s the cute guy they met in the mall, he’s a poet, a songwriter, an artist and a beautiful soul.

And what does this “beautiful soul” really want? Janus asks. Are they really sure Nico wants Thomas for who he is? What if he wants to exploit Thomas’ fame for himself? What if his kindness is just a façade and all Nico wants is to use Thomas to pursue his career? He admitted he’s not making enough money with his songs: but if he finds a guy with a stable fanbase and enough money, he can drop the job he doesn’t like and let Thomas pay everything for him.

Roman protests: Nico is not like that! He didn’t even know Thomas was an influencer! Heck, he had absolutely no idea of who he was, before Thomas himself told him today! It’s pretty clear he doesn’t like him for his fame!

Janus crosses his arms: so you think it’s pretty normal that a normal guy accepts a date from the weirdo who admitted he spent hours spying on him and his backpack?

It was to check if he was gay as well!, Roman protests. Thomas wasn’t “spying” on him!

So it wasn’t weird? Janus retorts. A guy approaches you, tells you he was checking if you’re gay and you think he’s good enough for a date? Would Thomas have done the same? Of course not. But what if it was a famous influencer who stalked him and asked for a date? Now that guy doesn’t seem such a weirdo as before, right?

Not good in both cases, Logan replies. You cannot trust random people, whether they are strangers or influencers.

So, Janus continues with a thankful nod towards Logan, since this is common knowledge and Nico looks clever enough to know that, then there should be another reason why he thought it was okay to accept Thomas’ request: he knew who Thomas was and wanted to exploit the situation.

Roman protests again: Nico accepted Thomas because he was touched by his purity and honesty. By openly admitting what he was doing, Thomas proved he was good and kind. And since Nico is good and kind too, he agreed to go on a date with him. His honesty attracted Nico, not his money or fame. And Janus would know too, if he had any idea of what honesty is.

Patton intervenes because he notices the rising tension and admits that, hey, they both have a point. Sure, Nico seems trustworthy and kind and nice… but they also do not know him well enough to be sure. And even if he feels it’s okay to trust Nico, he wants everyone to feel the same. And Thomas should think about it too.

Thomas agrees with Patton: he should take his time, until every part of him feels more at ease with the idea of pushing things further with Nico. He should learn more about him, to know where his heart is. And Nico should prove to him that he likes Thomas for who he is and not for his fame or money.

Patton nods: he’s very proud of Thomas’ decision. He’s really growing up and becoming a mature boy!

Janus agrees too: Thomas should keep his guard up and not blindly trust everyone.

Logan agrees: a longer relationship will only strengthen their bond.

Virgil approves too: spending more time developing their relationship will make Virgil feel more at ease and ready for when it will be time to push things further.

Remus shrugs and leaves, without a single care.

Roman, on the other hand, doesn’t say anything. He just balls his hands into fists, before sinking with a furious expression.

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END CARD

Virgil and Roman are discussing and Roman accuses Virgil of not siding up with him. Three Sides were against him, but if Virgil sided up with him and his stupid brother, they would’ve reached a tie. But he chose to take these traitors’ side instead!

Virgil justifies himself: it’s not that he doesn’t want to push things further with Nico, but all things need time and he’s the first who needs more time. He still is 100% on Roman’s side, he just asks for a little more time. That’s all.

Roman is still angry and leaves, to sink into his room. We see a study, part of a table filled with documents/scripts/books.

Roman hides his face between his hands. For a moment, it looks like he will start to cry: the moment after, he stands up angrier than before and, with a frustrated scream, throws everything that is on his desk on the floor. He even picks up a book and angrily throws it against a mirror.

The broken mirror echoes in his ears, his reflection shows an orange hue in his eyes. Roman snaps out of his fury: he looks around, while a disembodied voice softly snickers in his ears.

Roman yells to “go away” and “leave him alone”, until the snickering stops and he’s alone again, in his trashed studio.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

As said in the beginning, this episode serves as a recap, because it’s been YEARS since the last canonical episode and people have all the reasons to forget what the fuck happened. So we will reintroduce Nico and raise the conflict between the Sides once again. Too many useless things happened in the meantime, we need them to rebuild the tension.

In addition to that, I wanted to reintroduce the trademark element of Sanders Sides, which is Thomas standing in his living room and talking about an issue with his Sides. Not all episodes have to be huge and complicated after all, especially this one which is just part 1 of 4.

However, along with the trademark element, I also added a new element, which is the private conversations between Sides, in which we can expand on them, their conflicts and their ideas.

And yes, I added one first little orangey hint, because it was time to give something more than just orange eyes. Consider this an additional element of tension. This is a finale, after all.

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[daisydezem]

Irl stuff

So what's been going on... I'll put it under the cut since it might be triggering for some. It's about hospital, surgery, breakup/divorce and all that comes with it.

Let's start with the surgery and the hospital. It all went very well! The removed the uterus without any problem. I noticed the lack of cramp pain right away. It was such a good relief! In the hospital things got on so well I didn't need to say 2 nights but just the 1! But here on... the other stuff started. While in the hospital I got a lot of texts of friends, family and coworkers. All saying good luck, get well soon and love you and stuff like that. But my (ex)partner only said: hope you sleep well, I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow. That was it. No call to check in, no love you, nope... just a see you in two days. I texted back that I was okay to come home earlier and he said... oh. While being home he took a week off to help me get along.... well sorta. The mood was gone and even made our son sick. I really tried to always be positive and support, but after a week and a half (on Friday) and our son looking at the clock every hour, it was enough. I asked him to go. He did and he was gone for the whole weekend. I was upset, the little one was upset but we made it through the weekend. What pissed me off was a text saying if the little one felt a need to see or talk to him and if so that he didn't know what to say. Then Monday I got a text in the group of his family... Saying things were over that we talked about it and he wasn't confused or anything else, saying some might think he picked the easy way out now that I was recovering... This was all without me knowing, without talking about it or consent sent to not only his family, but also to my mom, stepdad, dad, stepmom, sisters, brother, aunts and uncles, friends.... everyone. On a Monday at 2pm in a school vacation week... So everyone called me up to find out what was going on while the little one was sitting next to me. This was for me the final straw. No matter what he did now, it won't be able to fix that moment. More happened now. And before more happened too. I don't want to get into it all. But yeah... it was and is a lot. Now I have to move out with the little one but can't right away since the housing market is just too awful. I'm lucky that he will have to pay me a lot to move out but still. Until June the situations is this: The little one stays in the house always and my ex and I move every week. I got the uneven weeks in the house with the little one and then the even weeks I live at my mom's place. I have however recovered fully from the surgery and am able to get return to work 100% as of upcoming week. I just have to change my hours. I used to do late/night shifts. Now I'll have to do early shifts in the uneven week. I also won't be taking my pc or any other stuff with me to my parents place so I won't be able to be online half of the time, but that's the least of my problems atm. I just... have to adjust my whole life. Just that:p But hey I'll be okay, even better We (the little one and me) will be okay. I have a plan just need to see if it will work out. If it does I'll be living in a very full house in June but more on that later. Sorry for the long post and thanks to anyone who reads it. I'm always open to talk more about it but not in a online for everyone to see post. Kusjes en Liefde Kisses and Love -Daisy

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[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 54 // I Feel A Breeze // Day 44

Contents (Warnings): A part of the grind. (safe, soft vore, angst, slight teasing, willing pred, unwilling prey, and as always character/monster info).

Wordcount: 1,950+ (This is a lot shorter in preparation for the STORM)

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(Nov. 4th, Friday)

I scrambled around the corner and into the kitchen. "WICKS, we gotta pack today!!"

He looked up from his phone. He leaned further on the kitchen counter next to the fridge and gestured with his mug, "morning Lentils."

"WICKS."

He lifted up his other hand and waved me off. "It'll be fine." He took a sip.

"OUR FLIGHT LEAVES AT 8 IN THE MORNING TOMORROW!" I exclaimed. I pointed to the hall. "WE BOTH GET OFF LATE, SO WE GOTTA PACK NOW."

Wicks smiled softly. It held a lot less vigor than usual. "Let's relax for a while first. I woke up late." He took another sip and tapped his hand on the kettle. "GeeEEt-"

Then pulled his cup forward and waved his hand around. His voice released a slight yelp, and he brought it up to blow on it.

I went over to him as he set down his mug. "Wicks, why did you think that was a good idea? Are you okay?"

He chuckled, "I was trying to smack it to offer some but forgot it's not cool yet."

"Yeah!" I looked over his red fingers. "Run it under some water, come on."

I pulled his hand under the cold water.

He exhaled with his smile, "you never change, do you?" I glanced over at him and the tender look in his eyes. "You always look out for me."

"We look out for each other," I let his hand go.

"Don't we." Wicks chuckled. He twisted to grab a mug from the cabinet near him and handed it to me to get some tea too.

"After this, will we pack?"

"Then we pack." He confirmed.

I took a sip of the tea, camellia. I also put myself on the counter, on the same side across from the sink. We sipped in silence. I could feel the tension between us. And neither of us really spoke for the rest of that time. Though I felt nervous, the fact that Wicks stayed close and refused to leave was enough for me.

...

Alexander 

She's a little brat. He couldn't get over her game little game yesterday. She proposed Oligopoly, knowing damn well it would take us all lunch period. He shut his car door and grumbled. And worst of all, I WON YESTERDAY. 

He saw her car not too far from his. He took a breath and opened his back door. He grabbed his backpack and then closed it. That's fine. I'll get her back today. He locked it after and went up the ramp to the back door. 

He scanned his badge at the sensor for the door to open. 

He heard the plumber man coin noise for his text messages. He pulled it out and squinted down at the new messages. Dad.

Dad: Who are you leaving Sasha with when we leave? 1:54 p.m.

He raised a brow. What do you mean?

Alexander: She's coming with us. 1:55p.m.

He made his way down the hall, passing the first breakroom.

Dad: Alex, you know it's going to be hard to watch her while we're there. We can leave her with Penelope. 1:55p.m.

He cringed like hell. I wouldn't trust her within a mile of Sasha. She has too many damn cats; she's a lover, not a fighter. 

Alexander: Not happening. I'm watching her. 1:56p.m.

Dad: Penelope's trustworthy. She'll make sure Sasha's taken care of. And don't you want Sasha to have friends too? 1:57p.m.

Alexander stopped, and turned into the first break room, ignoring the two who said hi. Well, more so Drake, who said hi, and Lynette nervously glancing at him.

If Penelope does one thing to upset Sasha, I will kill her.

Alexander: Okay. 1:58p.m.

He replied and put his bag onto the oversized couch in the breakroom. 

He read the reply, and the tender string hadn't gone away. The nightmares got lighter, at least. 

...

Lynette

A Jenkai? The conversation never left my mind. I wished I could research the term or ask the others. I feared what might result if I did. My fingers rattled against the counter in wait for a customer. Edgar messaged in chat the week after my vacation that we were allowing event nights again.

I would have asked further if I wanted more stress. I wanted to avoid pizzeria thoughts while I was with my family again.

Why did Alexander have to go on vacation the same week as me? I asked. I was at least relieved I only had to worry about him today, as Lev was off to make up for coming in on Saturday.

He didn't even explain his game on break, so what should I prepare for? It's most likely a video game, possibly a fighting game. I straightened up once a customer came in. I prepared my brightest smile.

Today and that's it, Lynette... I weakly lifted myself.

...

Drake

"In case you somehow start winning, do you mind throwing?" Alexander questioned.

Not that it matters. I won't hear the end of it all week when you can't get Lynette. Drake smirked sardonically at his thought.

Alexander finished setting up the console and looked back in time to see it. He groaned with a slight smile, "what's with the grin, fucker?"

"Nothing." Drake turned his head. "Why don't you give her a break today?"

"AFTER YESTERDAY?!" Alexander went around the coffee table and plopped back on the huge couch with his controller, "like I'm gonna let her get away with that. I won in those last seconds."

Drake sighed. "You can't be mad at her for finding a way to beat you." 

Alexander set up Krazy Kart on his portable console in "underhanded ways."

Drake picked up one of the controllers on the table. "And a human arm wrestling against a wendigo isn't underhanded. How...?"

"Shut up." Alexander took his eyes off the game screen after they got to the character menu. "I only did that because she texted me last minute...and I wanted to win."

"You didn't technically win either, did you?" Drake sassed further. 

He scrolled through the character options. Alexander reached over and got the controller on for Lynette. 

"YOU really wanna start things today, you ass," Alexander said with a playful nudge. "And I gotta fuckin' handle a week of it too, damn." 

Alexander hated when Drake listened in on his heart. He referred to it as "creepy." Not that Drake minded. The vampire beast still listened. It was such a familiar sound after all these years. The stupidly honest way Alexander answered. He never held malice toward Drake. 

Not even when they were younger, he always had some sort of sympathy or frustration. 

"What is it that you always say, "sounds like a you problem."" Drake replied. Alexander groaned louder. 

Drake rested his back on the cushions. I can't say I've felt the same, can I?

...

Alexander

She sat on the far end, opposite Alexander. He tried to focus on the game and not look her way, but her scent wouldn't leave him alone. Like always, I've been building up anticipation since yesterday. He picked his kart and awaited the other two.

"Have you played before, Lynette?" Drake asked.

"Not really. I played online a few times. My siblings don't like video games."

"Wenna and Ulysses weren't big fans of video games, and I wasn't either until this glutton roped me into it." Drake gestured to Alexander.

Alexander rolled his eyes, "you're welcome." He ran the term in his head, "I'm not a fuckin' glutton. I don't eat as much as that Dragon probably does."

"You're just as bad." Alexander picked up on her mutter.

He pulled up as they were selecting maps. He picked random. He looked over from Drake to Lynette. 

"Repeat that again, shrimp." Alexander flicked up a smile, "you wanna see bad?"

She hopped in her seat as the match was starting. 

Alexander watched the glance Drake gave her. I shouldn't do that when he's between us, should I? Or he's gonna wanna fuckin win.

It was four races between them and NPC's. And it was tense. He had the packs with many old maps, so he could use some of the old shortcuts, but Lynette wasn't that bad at keeping up. Yet...in the end, Alexander did win. 

Drake got out from between them, going to get his lunch. He got up and stretched. He wanted to take his time and get a little sweet revenge. Though as he looked at her expression, his shoulders dropped. He had shifted to tower over her, but the event at the Halloween party sprung into his mind. 

She turned her head away and shut her eyes tightly. Her shoulders raised in anticipation for his giant fingers to wrap around her as usual. He shied back, the embarrassment scrambling over his cheeks.

At the same time, the emptiness below argued with him. His body soon reached forward, but he didn't grab her as usual. He couldn't get her arms, and a yelp escaped her.

"If you're going to do it, don't prolong it, please!"

The position forced her to face him. He had to keep his own eyes closed, not that it helped. 

This is stupid. She's food. I want to eat her. 

He leaned over the couch and felt one of her hands inch closer to his open maw. His body was more than willing. And the first taste he's had in days of her relit that feeling. It amplified the chills.

His tongue traced up her closed hand. He relished her sweetness; humans were one of the only things he enjoyed. Every flavor was unique, and Lynette's was the best to him.

"Xander!" She gasped, squirming to break his grip. He refocused on her, no longer plagued. He placed both of her arms into his right and held them firmly. His other grabbed at her waist and helped lift her up with him. 

He pressed her hands and arms into his glistening mouth, his craving taking over entirely.

...

Lynette

My feet hung off the bed, Sandra cleaned me off, and I sat up once I woke up. Far more used to it than I wanted to be. It's fine...it's over for a week.

The woman with beautiful vibrant dark brown hair held out the resignation paper as usual.

I shook my head. "No, thank you, Sandra." I have a week without any of them. 

Sandra pulled it back and walked over to her desk, "I hope you enjoy your sisters' wedding this week."

"I will," I said with confidence. I pushed off the bed.

She spoke up before I reached the door, "Lynette since you'll be gone during it, happy two months."

Sandra did little jazz hands at me.

I smiled at the motion. "I appreciate it." I grabbed the knob.

"It's going to be quieter without all of you here." She said as I got to the door.

Quieter...I wish Alexander could have gone on vacation at the same time as Lev. I thought to myself as I left. I got into my car and drove home. A whelming feeling of joy and light dread. Only two months.

...

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[daisynik7]

hello darling wife<3 i’m assuming that by the time you read this it’s morning or afternoon, if that’s the case i hope you slept well and had a good fill of breakfast and fluids to start, unless you don’t eat breakfast:) i have arrived for my bi-weekly(?) delivery of love and kisses for my pretty, pretty wife 🥰

one day until friday and then we have the weekend, whether or not you have plans, i hope it’s well spent ...cuddling me, duh. and nanami.  here’s a reminder to do something extra nice for yourself today, and tomorrow, and the day after:) and of course bundle up, blankets in the dryer, and have some hot cocoa. my brain’s been kind of slow to process the change in seasons and colder weather conditions, and it’s just now starting to hit me lol. 

i hope your spirits are kept high even with the colder weather, but if not it’s okay too! <3 i’d very much appreciate it if you’d do for yourself what you wish upon others. tend to your innermost needs, spoil yourself (i will accept no counterarguments 😶), and if it doesn’t financially compromise you, just do it. with work, social life, and this hellish app:/ i hope that in the midst of everything you find yourself and your needs a priority of utmost importance 🫶🏼

my sincerest apologies if the words are not wording, this just reeks of chaos and randomness it's 5 am and my bilingual brain has been brawling with itself lately and my English is actually starting to deteriorate 🫠, i’m also sleepy (i told you your wife is a sleepy girlie, it’s literally morning lol)

anyways I’M SO LUCKY TO HAVE THE PRETTIEST, SWEETEST, WIFE with THE PRETTIEST BRAIN WITH LOTS OF GROOVES AND SQUIGGLIES (i briefly read somewhere that the more texture, the smarter??? idk 😃), i’m saying it again but im so proud of you, even if you just woke up, you’re doing well! 🥹ok bye snookums have a good day! <3 

accurate representation of me rn, need wifey and nanami cuddles asap 😤

snookums! my precious angel, my most decadent sweet! sorry this is a late reply! I've been out all day, but I'm back now, ready for your cuddles! I usually drink iced coffee as my breakfast in the morning whenever I'm working in the office, but tomorrow I wfh, so I may treat myself to a home cooked meal of some sort :)

I treated myself today! I went out with a friend for dinner and we shared chicken karaage, okonomiyaki, and takoyaki! here's pics of it to whet your appetite 😋

we also got boba and chatted in the car for hours, so it was very nice to catch up! I imagine this would be a typical date for you and I, indulging in delicious food, then some sort of dessert after. ♥️ and of course, snuggles to end the night!

make sure you bundle up too! it's been very cold where I am and I have finally broken out the hoodies and sweaters. don't forget your fuzzy socks and beanies (if you wear those)!

thank you for always reminding me to be kind to myself! I've been in a bit of a funk lately, but seeing you in my inbox is a huge help, more than you know. also, please never ever apologize because you are so eloquent and I'm always in awe after reading your lovely messages to me. 🥹 I hope you were able to get enough rest today (you were up early/you stayed up late!), but if not, I hope you can use this weekend to do so.

ahhhhh you are SO PRECIOUS. I'm the lucky one to have you! I love you so so much, thank you for always being so good to me, so sweet, so kind, so absolutely lovely in every possible way. going to fall asleep soon, dreaming of you and nanami, the two most precious loves in my life!! have an amazing weekend snookums!

also this pic is very much an accurate representation of us, don't you think? 😘

#my lovely thea #lovely moots #I LOVE YOU

[wonderlandleighleigh]

TMMM—Joel gets back together with Penny Pann. Chaos ensues.

(Let's put this in Joshy continuity. Also, I really don't think this is in character for Joel? But it's fun to mess around with really wild stuff like this so here we go!)

There's a banging on the front door of their brownstone, and Midge frowns deeply.

Lenny is working tonight. He's got a TV spot on the Late Show, and it's just been her and Kitty, staying up late, watching him on TV while Joshy sleeps soundly upstairs. He's not even one yet, and strangely, very sweet and quiet, which Midge did not expect at all.

The knock comes just after Lenny wraps his set on TV, thankfully, so she won't miss it.

Midge gets to her feet and peeks out the window next to the door before opening it quickly. "What-?"

Her two children, and their little half-brother are standing there, looking tired, and unhappy. "What are you doing here?" she asks worriedly as she ushers them in.

"Things got dumb at Pop's house," Ethan informs her. At fourteen, he's the oldest of all five kids in the Bruce/Maisel clan, and he generally takes charge when things go south.

Things, clearly, have gone south.

Esther is ten now, and a spitfire. "Sassy," Moishe calls her, though Midge's own mother calls the little girl "Miriam 2.0."

She looks angry.

"What's going on?" Kitty asks, looking confused. She's only a year younger than Ethan, though she acts about twenty-five most days.

"Daddy doesn't love Mommy anymore," Lan tells them. He's seven now, and looking pretty tearful all things considered.

Midge stares at the little boy in shock before turning to Ethan, who deflates and puts a hand over his mouth. A learned gesture he's seen Lenny do a million times.

"Daddy brought Penny Pann home when Mei took us out to dinner," Esther explains, finally. "He said he had to work at the club tonight, but he was really having sex with Penny Pann!"

Midge stares, feeling even more shocked.

"We came home and she was still there," Ethan explains. "In Pop and Mei's bed."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Midge snaps.

"Midge, you're not supposed to say fuck," Kitty reminds her. "Remember?"

"Right," she says, nodding, still shocked. "Of course. I will fill the swear jar later. How did you three get here?"

"Mei dropped us off," Ethan explains.

"And where is Mei going?"

"Either to put a hit out on Pop or to stop her family from doing so," Ethan responds.

Midge takes a deep breath, and lets it out, before nodding. "Okay. Okay. It's late. Ethan, is it okay if Lan sleeps in your room with you tonight? He doesn't usually stay here, and I bet he could use his big brother."

Ethan nods, and takes Lan by the hand. "C'mon, Buddy. We can read some comic books before bed."

Kitty watches them, before turning to the girls. "You girls wanna bunk together?" she asks hopefully. "Kitty's got those nice bunkbeds in her room."

"That sounds fun," Kitty says, wrapping an arm around the younger girl. "Come on, Es, we can paint our fingernails."

Midge watches them go, thankful that it's Friday night, and none of them have to go to school tomorrow. She wanders into the kitchen and pulls a hefty bottle of bourbon down from a high shelf, before grabbing two glasses. Lenny should be home soon. He'll want one, too.

She's not wrong, either. No sooner has she finished her first glass and poured herself another, does Lenny wander in after closing the front door.

He's all smiles, too, and she hates to drop all this drama on him. He kisses her softly, smiling and brushing his nose against hers.

"What'd you think?"

"You were on fire tonight," she tells him, kissing him again before pulling away to pour him a glass.

He takes his, looking suspicious. "Something tells me that this...is not a celebratory drink."

"I really wish it was," she says apologetically. "But take comfort in knowing that you have done absolutely nothing wrong. In no way are you in trouble."

"Good to know," he says slowly, suspiciously.

"So...Ethan, Esther and Lan are here," Midge explains. "Mei dropped them off."

Lenny looks concerned that. "Did something happen? Is someone hurt?"

"No, but they're about to be," Midge tells him. "Because Mei took the kids to dinner, and Joel told them he couldn't join them because he had business at the club."

"Which...was a lie?" Lenny tries.

"It was, in fact, a great big fuckin' lie," Midge confirms.

"And they came back to the house, and..."

"He was fucking Penny Pann."

Lenny freezes, his glass halfway to his mouth, looking deeply perplexed. "Penny...the...the secretary from...with the dull pencils?"

"That's the one."

"Jesus fuck. You're first husband is dumb."

"Yes, he is."

"Hasn't that woman moved on? It's been ten fuckin' years."

"Yes, it has."

He shoots the bourbon in his drink instead of sipping it and shakes his head out. "Kids okay?"

"Oh, there's no way in hell they're okay," Midge says. "But they're settled upstairs for the night. And Joshy slept through all of it."

"Small blessings, I guess." Lenny sighs heavily and pours himself another, before offering more to her, which she readily accepts. "So...what do we do?"

Midge shrugs. "We look after the kids I guess." She sighs softly. "I should call him."

"Why, so he can cry and whine about how much he's fucked up again and then ask you to run away with him or something?" Lenny snaps. "Can we skip that and just drink our drinks and go to bed."

"But I could help."

Lenny sets his glass down and turns to her, cupping her face in both of his hands, stroking her cheeks. "You are very, very sweet. And so lovely. And Joel has dug himself yet another grave, and the only person who can dig him out? Is him. Remember when I was digging my own graves? I had to fix it. You couldn't. It was all me. It's the same principle. Just adultery instead of drugs."

Midge closes her eyes and nuzzles in against his hand. "Drinks. Bed," she agrees.

He kisses her softly and then goes back to his drink, and they both sip silently for a moment.

"God she must have the tightest pussy on earth for him to go back to that after ten years," Midge mutters.

Lenny snorts bourbon out of his nose.

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