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hi angel, im so excited to read your stories :)
would love to make an angsty Steve x reader request. im forever such a Steve Harrington girl 🥹
an angsty enemies (more like rivals) to lovers. they get roped into the upside down things together, and their mutual love for the kids really brings them together. over the seasons they get closer and closer, silently falling in love. then towards the end, something happens and they all get separated.. and they all think she’s dead? until they’re somehow reunited and realize she’s okay? and Steve’s just a wreck, completely inconsolable thinking that she’s gone. and even more of a mess when he finds out she’s alive?
…or is that stupid… 🥲🥲
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Angsty Teens. ( s. harrington x reader )
【𝜗𝜚 warnings; enemies to lovers!!!!, canon compliant, r is dustin’s sibling, r makes a joke about a father leaving during the middle of the night, dustin & erica gets TIRED ( robin enjoys the banter ), they think r is dead, blood, long over-due kissy kiss, sort of changed it a bit - i hope that’s okay! NO ONE DIES! i don’t think there is any use of pronouns, but if there is, let me know!
【𝜗𝜚 an; oh, oh, this is NOT stupid AT ALL!!!! ( no request is ever stupid! ) i was just gonna do 1-3 but then …. i rethought and decided to do all four. i hope you enjoy and this is what you had in mind!!
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1983
There’s something about Steve Harrington - Steve ‘King’ Harrington as many people loved to call him - that you hated.
You weren’t for sure what caused this deep hatred. Maybe it was the many girls who he kept wrapped around his finger and he just messed with them, loved to parade it around.
‘Look at me! I have someone, and you don’t!’
Or maybe it was the fact that he used to be your friend and completely ditched you for Thomas Hagan and Carol Michaels.
“Your face is going to get stuck like that.” Eddie notes out loud, a small smirk on his face as he watches your face scrunch up in disgusted as the boy walks past with his goons and the girl of the month.
Nancy Wheeler.
Pretty. Pristine. Good grades. Never in trouble.
Her poor friend Barbra Holland - also known as Barb - was following behind quietly, books tucked close to her chest.
“Shut up,” You grumble to Eddie, slamming the locker door shut. “Hey, Barb!” You wave, giving her a kind smile.
Her head towards yours, waving with a small smile. She continues to follow behind Nancy.
You sigh. “I don’t get why he goes from girl to girl.”
“Well, he seems pretty serious about her.” Eddie shrugs, walking out with you.
“He seemed serious with Vanessa, Tiffany, Erica, Monica, and-”
Eddie clasps a hand over your mouth. You stare at him with wide eyes. “Okay. Okay,” He breathes, removing his hand. “I think I know why you feel this way.”
“What way?” You open the passenger door to Eddie’s van and slips in. He shuts the door for you, jogging to the other side.
He opens the door. “Jealous.”
You sputter on words. “What?! Me? Jealous? You cannot be serious!”
He slips into the car, shutting his door. “You had a small crush on Stevie boy and then - boom - he suddenly gets popular overnight with his big hair and nice polos.”
“Okay, first,” You hold up an index finger. ��Gag me with a spoon. Secondly, I am not jealous. I could care less who Steve Harrington dates. He’s just. . . a boy.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “You know what I mean. I just hate that he leads everyone one, making them think he cares for them, then - bam - he’s gone like a father who leaves in the middle of the night.”
He purses his lips and squints his eyes at you. “I feel like you just related Steve to your father.”
“I did.”
He hums, nodding and turning in his seat. “Alrighty, then.”
NOVEMBER 24TH 1983
There’s a knocking on the door that causes you to flinch and Nancy turn quickly, high on alert.
You’d never guess you’d be fighting faceless monsters with your brother and his small friends, plus Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers.
“You don’t think they knock, do you?” You breathe out, a bead of sweat dripping down your temple.
“Jonathan! It’s me, Steve! I just- I’m not looking to cause any trouble, I just wanted-” Nancy is marching towards the door, opening it only a crack. His bruised face is confused when he sees the girl. “Nance? What-what are you doing here?”
“You need to leave.” Is all she says.
His eyes dart over her face, shaking his head. “What are you doing here? What happened to your hand?” His eyes peek over her head and you gulp once they land on your face. “What’s she doing here? What’s going on?”
He pushes his way in, stumbling a bit. He stands straighter, eyes moving over all the lights in the home.
“What is all this? What’s-”
“Steve,” Nancy says, catching his attention. He looks over at her, holding his hands up quickly.
You quickly step in front of Steve without thinking. “Nancy, what are you-” She cuts you off.
“You need to leave. And now.”
“Nancy.”
“I don’t understand what is going on! You all are acting craz-"
“Nancy!” Jonathan finally catches the attention of you all, he places his finger on his lips. “Listen.” He whispers.
Everyone goes silent, eyes lifting towards the roof.
“This is crazy. . .” Steve whispers to himself. “This is crazy! This is crazy!”
He rushes towards phone, picking it up. Nancy yanks it from his hold, slamming it back down. “Leave. Now. While you have the chance.”
And of course, Steve leaves, the door slamming behind him.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head.
The lights cut off, before flickering. You freeze, eyes darting around.
“Nancy!” You call out. “I can’t see anything! What’s-” A scream leaves your lips, your legs getting lifting from the ground, the blood flowing down to your head quickly.
“Oh, my god! Oh, no! Please! I don’t want to die!” You didn’t feel like you were going to die, but. . . with these things? You never know.
Your dropped onto your back, your breath being knocked from your lungs. A hand grips your shoulder pulling you up.
“Come on!” A voice eerily similar to Steve yells out. You check over your shoulder, before heat suddenly licks up your body.
You flinch back from the fire, staring down at the flames.
“Do you think it’s dead?” Nancy whispers. Jonathan steps forward, her hand shooting out quickly to grab at his arm.
“I’m just checking.” He says. She nods hesitantly, dropping her hand. He kneels down in front of the trap, watching it bubble.
“I think it’s dead.”
Dustin’s head was laid over on left your shoulder, Lucas’ head occupied your right shoulder. Your arms were fuzzy but you weren’t going to complain.
Happy Will was alright and all the kids were fine. . . besides the poor girl who had grown on you.
Jonathan steps into the room, a small smile on his face. “Guys,” Mike was the only one away, slapping at Dustin’s arm. “Will’s awake.”
Mike stands from the seat, slapping both their shoulders now. You laugh softly, shaking your head as both of them startle awake.
“Come on! Will’s awake!” Mike cheers. Dustin grins, shooting up from his seat, Lucas following behind him down the hall to his room.
You’d go visit him later, allowing the boys to have their own time.
You stand from the seat, yawning as you walk towards the water machine, grabbing a small paper cup and filling it.
“Uh,” There’s a throat clearing behind you and you turn around. Steve Harrington. “Thanks for. . . not letting Nancy shoot me.”
“That’s only because I want to,” You shrug. “Not to help you.”
Lies. It’s still in your nature to care for your old friends and it’s tiring. Especially when they wouldn’t do the same for you.
Except, Steve had taken care of you. Made sure you weren’t eaten.
His lip quirks at the corner and he nods. “Right.”
You nod, lifting the cup to your lips, chugging it all. He nods a bit again, turning and making his way towards the door.
“Uh,” You wipe the corner of your lip off. You watch as he stops and turns towards you. “Thanks, too. I guess. For, uh, saving me?”
He nods and smiles a bit. “Anytime.”
1984
You curse yourself for feeling bad for Steve as he watches Nancy stand next to Jonathan, her hand placed on his head.
He steps towards the back door, sitting down on the small step. You sigh a bit, looking out the window above the sink.
“Go talk to him,” There’s a nudge at your side. You turn and look at Dustin. “You know you want too.” He grins.
“Oh, shut up. I don’t want too,” You grumble, turning away and resting your back on the counter. “Why did you even get Steve in the first place?”
He squints his eyes at you. “You were on a date.”
“So? Couldn’t you have called someone else?”
“He was just there,” He says. “Literally.”
You let out a sigh, looking at your chipped polish. “I come home to you and Steve chopping up cubes of steak. It was weird.”
He rolls his eyes. “Go. He’s. . . he needs a friend.”
“You both are friends now,” You lift a brow at him. “Why can’t you go talk to him?”
“Because you know him better than me,” He shrugs. “Than anyone really. Weren’t you both best friends?”
“Key word: were. We aren’t anymore.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you know him better than anyone.”
You frown - because Dustin is right. The little brother who you had taught to be nice to everyone, kill them wiyh kindness even, was giving you the same talk you’d give to him if it was between him and one of his friends.
You sigh and push yourself off the counter. “Fine. But don’t think I’m going to listen to you all the time just because I do this one time.”
He grins cheekily at you, despite all that has happened tonight, and makes his way towards the table and sits down.
You inhale deeply before exhaling, stepping outside now. You shut the door, stepping next to Steve and placing yourself next to him.
You stay quiet, eyes staring at the small building in the back.
“You didn’t have to come out here, you know?”
Your head reels back at the bite in his tone, a frown on your face as you turn to look at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
You rub your lips together, wanting to keep everything in.
“Just because your girlfriend doesn’t care about you anymore, doesn’t mean you can just snap at other people. It’s not an excuse,” You snap back. It was a low blow, really. Especially after learning what actually happened at the Halloween party. You stand from your seat.
“You are not going to speak to me that way. I won’t allow it. I came out here to see if you were okay, but. . . I can see that was clearly a mistake. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t love you anymore.”
Your cheeks are flushed red with anger and you walk past him, your dress hitting your thighs as you make your way towards the back door. He calls out your name, but you don’t stop and listen to him.
You shut the door.
1985
Your head slams into the metal wall, a groan leaving your lips. “Booby trap.” You whisper to yourself.
“What?” Dustin murmured.
You stand slowly from the floor. Dustin stands next to you. “The canisters that Steve pulled out was a booby trap,” You narrow your eyes on him. “Why would you do that?!” You throw your arms up.
“Do you think I meant for us to get stuck down here?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “I wouldn’t be surprised. Because you never think!”
“Like I wanted to get stuck on an elevator with you!”
“Oh yeah?” Your brows furrow. “I had a date after this and now I won’t be able to go! Because of you pulling out that stupid canister! I mean, really?! Who pulls something out of a box that comes from Russians?!”
Erica leans towards Dustin. “Oh, they hate each other.” She whispers.
Dustin shakes his head, Robin does as well. “No, they don’t.”
“It’s the angsty teen, enemies to lovers plot.” Robin whispers, fingers giddily fiddling together. Erica furrows her brows. Robin cuts her eyes over to the confused girl. She then quickly looks back. “You’ll understand when you read Pride and Prejudice.”
“Pride and what?”
“Prejudice. It’s a-" Robin looks at Erica who has a brow lifted. She stops, lips rubbing together. “I don’t have time to describe it.”
Erica hums, turning towards you and Steve once again. “You know what,” You grumble. “I’m through with arguing with you! You never change!” You throw your arms up, stepping towards the center of the room.
“Dustin,” You say his name. He’s standing next to you in an instant. “Help me up there. I’m going to see if we can climb our way out of this. . . this literal hell. Especially if it has him in it.” He nods and pulls a chair over. You step on top of it, reaching up and pushing the tile up and over. You grip the sides, grunting as you pull yourself up.
You slide back before standing up, pushing your hair back as you stare up, hands on your hips.
You sigh and close your eyes.
You’re all stuck there.
Your forehead is resting on your knees, eyes closed as you rest on top of the elevator.
It had been quiet the whole time, Dustin trying to get ahold of anyone. But of course, no one was answering.
You almost cry at the feeling of being stuck.
You feel someone’s knee bump into yours, and you know who it is before they even speak.
“Are you, uh, okay?”
You huff out a small laugh. “Oh, yeah,” You nod, lifting up your head. “Perfect. I love being stuck in an elevator with no way out.”
He looks down, fingers intertwining together. “It is my fault. I’m sorry.”
You sigh a bit, shaking your head. “It’s not your fault,” It pains you to say it, but it’s right. It’s not his fault that he pulled out a canister filled with mystery green goop. “We just know now that Russians can’t build elevators now.”
He snorts. “That’s exactly what I said.” You smile a bit.
“I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean what I said,” You let out a sigh. “I was just. . . angry.”
He nods a bit. “I understand,” He pushes a hand through his hair. “I promise to listen to you next time.”
You lift a brow. “Oh, that’s going to be so hard for you, Harrington.”
He nods and scoffs. “Definitely.” You give him a small smile.
Your heart feels a bit warm at the interaction.
1986.
“Steve!” Dustin cries out, his knees digging into the unnatural ground. “She’s. . . She’s not waking up!”
Steve drops the bags, Nancy almost stumbling over the thing before coming to a stop. He jogs over, dropping to his knees.
The color had drained slightly causing Steve to worry. “Okay, move.” He pushes at Dustin’s hands. Dustin looks up at him with a worried express, tears falling down his cheeks and onto your shirt.
“What are you going to do?”
“CPR.” He nods, his hands moving onto your chest.
“You-you know how to do CPR?” Dustin’s voice wavers. Steve nods, huffing as he mutters numbers. He leans down over your mouth.
He lifts back up, pumping once again. After four times, tilts your head back, unhinging your jaw more. His lips press to yours, blowing into your mouth.
Dustin’s eyes dart between you both, eyes wide with worry. Robin, Nancy, and Eddie stand behind him watching.
There’s a deep greedy inhale that has Steve pulling back, allowing you to breath in the air. He pulls you up, hand pushing back your hair.
“Hey, hey. . . God,” He mutters to himself. His hand trails down your back. “Thank God you’re okay.”
Dustin throws his arms around your neck. You wrap an arm around his side, patting his back. “Steve saved you.”
“What?” You pull back.
“I didn’t.” Steve quickly denies, shaking his head.
“What are you talking about?” Eddie shakes his head. “You absolutely did.”
“No, I-”
“Could everyone give Steve and I a minute please?”
Everyone’s eyes dart to you. “You’re not gonna kill him are you? We just literally survived this whole thing.” Eddie shakes his head.
“No, I’m not. Now please, give me a minute alone with Steve.” They nod, making their way towards the trailer.
“Look, I’m sorry about mouth to mouth. I had too, you were-"
“Steve,” You cut him off. “It’s fine. I’m not mad.”
“You’re not?”
“Why would I be mad about you saving me?”
“Because you. . . hate me?”
You let out a small sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t hate you.”
“You don’t?”
“I did,” You say. “But not anymore.”
He smiles a bit, pushing some of the strands of hair that had fallen back to your face. “I’m glad.”
You stare up at him quietly, moving to your knees in front of him. He gulps slightly.
You press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, hands moving up to cup his face. “Thanks for saving me.”
His own hands press to yours on his cheeks. “Anytime.”
You grin and lean in again, pressing your lips fully to his this time. He gladly allows you.
Robin grins as she peeks through the window with Dustin.
She leans closer. “Told you.” She whispers.
Dustin makes a face and looks over at her. “Told me what?”
“Pride and Prejudice, my tiny friend.”
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luveline · 4 months
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hi can i request girl dad!aaron 🥺🥺 i am such a sucker for him, anything would be amazing thank you so much <3
hope this is okay!! —you have big news for your small family. 1.5k pregnant!mom!reader
When you first married his father, you weren't expecting Jack Hotchner to like you very much. Losing his mom so young, you wouldn't have blamed him for resenting you, or even hating you. You were like a stranger in his home. 
Things are different now. Jack lays in your lap with his head on your shoulder, and maybe he's a little too old for such a coddling cuddle, but who really cares? You love him and you love holding him, and if he wants some extra comfort tonight you're happy to give it. Plus, you have something you've been meaning to tell him.
“He doesn't have real headlights, did you know?” Jack asks. “They're just stickers.” 
You raise your brows at the car on screen. “No kidding.” You brush your fingers through his hair. He's blonde like his mom, though that blonde has turned brown the older he gets. 
“Race cars don't have headlights.”
“They don't need them,” you say. Jack smiles at you shyly and leans into your neck, clearly pleased. 
You're very, very glad that you ended up being someone he loved. It's a privilege to get to look after him, and to be his step mom. In the same way you're lucky to be Aaron's partner and Jane's mom, too. 
“Think dad's made dinner?” you ask. 
“No, he's probably just talking to your sister.” 
Yes, well. You can't blame him, nor would you want him to stop. He talks to Jane like she understands, and Jane, not even two years old, nearly brand new to the world, soaks him in. You can hear him if you strain, the dulcet cadence of his voice under the steady hum of the dishwasher. 
“That's okay, sweetheart, don't get upset,” he's saying, “it's okay. Come here, I've got you.” 
Jane starts to cry. You and Jack give one another the look, apprehensive in hoping it won't turn into a full blown melt down. 
“Honey?” Aaron calls. “Sorry, where did you put her other pacifier?” 
You kiss Jack's hair. “Sorry, bub. Wanna come with me?” 
Jack wants to stay and watch Cars. You wrap him in a throw blanket and make your way into the Hotchner kitchen, where Aaron rifles through the drawers and cabinets with Jane held snugly to his chest. “I know,” he says, “I know. I'll get it.” 
You nudge him aside. You only know where the spare pacifier is because you put away the wooden spoons last night and pushed it back. You fish for it, a ladybug made of glittery red plastic, and Jane's crying slows as soon as you pull it free. She grizzles while you rinse it, but she settles when you hand it over. 
“This is not the best, is it? The pacifiers?” you murmur. 
“She dropped her other one and it rolled under the oven. And no. Not ideal.” He pats her back gently. “As long as she stops before she gets her big teeth, she'll be okay.” 
“Do you think it's a comfort issue?” you ask. 
“No,” he says. You worry about stuff like this constantly, but he knows kids are more hardy, and he isn't worried. “Sorry for making you get up.” 
He hates when she cries; he may see his kids as a hardy bunch, but he takes their upset as a personal failure half the time. His concern for her overrides his concern for you, but in a few weeks that might change. You can't imagine him calling you to find something again when your stomach is round as a honeydew. 
You've been meaning to tell him about that, too. 
You're not secret-keeping immorally, he does want another baby, but you've been having a little bit of fun. He's gone on cases so often lately that he hasn't been able to keep track of you, or your doctor's appointments.
You watch him with Jane, and you think about him with Jack, and you know he's going to be happy. He's told you as much before. 
“My poor girl,” he says, covering the back of Jane's head with his hand and pulling her under his chin. He looks as fine as ever, tall, dark and handsome to a fault. Jane's lips smack as she sucks and digs her teary cheek into his chest. 
You can feel his gaze on you. “Is now a good time?” he asks. 
You shrug. “For what?” 
“To tell me what you're not telling me.” 
“Oh, busted,” you croon, aiming for his shoulder. 
You do as Jane had and press your cheek to his front, your eye forced shut. 
“What do you think it is?” you ask. 
He makes a strange noise. You can practically hear the possibilities for your secret running through his head. His birthday is vaguely soon, so that's what he'll settle on first. But Aaron likes to disregard the obvious as most people do, only circling back to it when there's no other lead to follow. 
“How big of a secret is it?” he asks, rubbing Jane's back diligently. She makes a happy sound, and for a moment he forgets his plight to kiss the top of her head. 
You speak quietly, carefully, because it is big, huge news. “The pamphlets say it’s about the size of a strawberry.” 
He puts his cheek to Jane's head softly, looking at you in confusion. A second, another, and his eyebrows start to relax, rise, a smile on his lips like it's too good to be true. “You are?” he asks in surprise.
Jack appears in the doorway with the throw blanket trailing behind him. “Y/N, when are you coming back to watch TV?” 
“Jack, lovely, come here. I have something to tell you,” you say. 
Aaron grabs your wrist. When you meet his eyes, he squeezes gently. “You're sure?” he asks. 
“The doctor seemed pretty certain, handsome.” You lower your voice as Jack comes to stand in front of you. “Are you happy?” 
“Happy about what?” 
You put your hand on your stomach cautiously, worried about Aaron and how quiet he's being, and if it's as okay to tell Jack as you'd thought, but that action is what gets him. “I love you,” he says quizzically, as though his being happy is totally dependent on the fact. “Of course I'm happy. This is the best secret you could've kept.” 
“About what?” Jack asks, patting your arm. 
You bend down just a bit to see his face properly. “It's a secret you can't tell anyone for a while, okay? The only people who can know for now are me, you, and dad.” 
“Can I tell Jane?” he asks. 
“Yeah, buddy, you can tell your sister,” Aaron says. 
You peer at him from the corner of your eye, both concerned and pleased to see the wetness ringing his waterline, and the tenderness with which he holds Jane close, his thumb rubbing little circles into her back. 
“I'm going to have another baby,” you say. 
Jack's jaw drops. “Right now?” 
“No, not right now! You still remember last time?” you ask with a laugh, taking his shoulders into your hands. 
“You were crying and shouting for dad to hold your hand.” He pokes your stomach. “So it's like Jane?” 
“Maybe one day, sweetheart. For now, it's just a tiny baby.” 
Jack wants to see your stomach. He's expecting a much bigger bump than you have to offer, but you explain that eventually it'll get bigger again, and he seems quite pleased. Aaron makes sure to give him a hug and ask him if he's okay, to which Jack says, “Yes, but can we have a brother this time?” 
You rub the soft top of your stomach. “I'll see what I can do, Jack.” 
Aaron commandeers your attention, kissing you more times than you can count. You don't think you've ever seen him this happy now the reality has truly set in, asking Jane in his murmur, “Do you want to be a big sister?” 
She gurgles around the pacifier, leaving drool in a line down his chest. 
“I know, honey. I'm excited too. Let's clean you up, mm? And make mommy a cup of hot cocoa…” He narrows his eyes at you. “Would you sit down?” 
“I'm only ten weeks, I'm fine.”
“She's keeping secrets from me, and now she won't do what I'm asking,” he says to Jane. “Can you believe it? Anyone would think mommy doesn't like me as much as she claims.” 
You kiss his cheek. “M'having your baby, Aaron, again.” 
“That is a compelling argument.” He wipes Jane's cheek. “What do you think? Should we forgive her?” Jane laughs. He smiles at you, lovesick. You're not sure who for. “I guess we're letting you get away with this one, sweetheart. But no more secrets.”
“None,” you promise. 
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I’m literally BEGGING a Vanessa x fem!reader where Vanessa gets jelly and it ends up in rough/angry sex
You DO Own Me
Vanessa Shelly/Afton x Fem Reader
PLUS this request: “Can we get Vanessa fucking y/n roughly? Like pulling hair, biting neck and scratching back type of rough?”
a/n: yessir 😜 merged this request with another anon as they coincide… sorry for the delay in fics. I am still sick but that not my excuse: my excuse is I'm lazy lol. This may be shit, sorry ;')
Content/Warnings: Top/Rough Vanessa, Bottom sub reader, smut, choking, strap use [r receiving], rough sex, not proofread/edited, Vanessas kind of an asshole but that's hot
w/c: 2024
The ride home was silent. Well, not completely. Though Vanessa was extremely unimpressed, her lips pressed together and her hands gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned white, you were having the time of your life. Under the influence of alcohol, you were giddy and chatty, oblivious to your girlfriend's simmering anger beside you.
“And I literally told Mike that he was insane for thinking those robots cut him in his sleep, but of COURSE he decided to ignore me and continued to take those pills. I mean, really? The poor man is half asleep most of the time!”, you huff, recalling your last shift. “What do you think?”, you turn to Vanessa, your half dazed, half-blushed face informing her that you really did have no idea that she was mad.
“Mm”, she replied, uninterested. You, again, didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. “I know! Maybe I should replace them with some melatonin gummies.. He probably wouldn’t notice”, you giggle, rolling down the front window to breathe. Fanning yourself, the alcohol making you overheated, you gaze at the stars outside in awe. The outdoors really does hit differently when you’re drunk. Unbeknownst to you, Vanessa was seconds from snapping. Pulling into the driveway of your shared home and parking her personal vehicle beside her cop car, she immediately stepped outside as soon as the gas turned off and slammed the door shut, ignoring your own door and walking to the front of the house. You frown, beginning to zone back in.
“Maybe she just forgot”, you think, in reference to her not racing to open your door or offering to carry you inside as she usually would. Stumbling out of the car, you follow behind her into the house. “Vanessa?”, you ask aloud, wondering where she disappeared to in the span of two seconds. Pausing, you try to listen for any footsteps around the house for any indication of her location. Nothing. “Vanessa? Baby?”, you repeat, concerned now. Half limping, you shrug off your jacket and kick off your heels, wandering around the house. Finally, in the corner of your eye, you see the upstairs office light getting turned on.
Sprinting up the stairs, going as fast as your tipsy body would allow you to, you head for the office. Before you could open the door you heard a mumbling sound. Cracking the door open, you witness your girlfriend pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance, talking to someone on the phone.
“Yes, yes. I understand. I just thought- no thank you. I’ll be alright. Sorry for the misunderstanding”, Vanessa answered someone on the line, grinding her teeth when she saw you enter. “Thank you. Have a good one”, she hung up the phone, turning away from you and leaning against the desk.
“Vanessa? What’s wrong?”, you whisper. She snorted.
“What? Now you notice?”, she spits, still not turning around.
You bit your lip, anxious at her reply. “What was the phone call about?”
“Work. Nothing for you to worry about”, she then laughs. “Not that you were, to begin with”. She leans over the desk, reaching for a pen and paper to jot something down, and you try to not let your mind race with thoughts of her rolling her hips forward as you can tell she needs comfort right now, not a horny girlfriend.
You walk towards her nervously. “Are you okay baby? You were fine in the car-”
She snaps at you. “No. I wasn’t. If you weren’t so lightweight you would know that”. Stillness filled the air, the only noise coming from the scribbles of the pen as Vanessa jotted down the information from the phone call.
Coming up behind her, you gently place your hand on the back of her arm. “Is this- is this about Mike?”, you watch her jaw clench from the side. Blinking in surprise, you reiterate. “It is? Isn’t it?”
“Drop it”, Vanessa scowls, shoving herself off the table. Your foggy brain couldn’t help but think ‘muscle memory’ with the way she practically ground against it in annoyance.
“Are you serious? He’s a respectful guy! His old crush means nothing”, you protest.
“Nothing? You make me sick”
“What do you want from me? For me to spit on him and never talk to him again?”, you snap, frustrated now.
She crosses her arms. “Preferably”, she snickers. She comes closer to you. “Or maybe you like the attention? Hm?”
You pull away, hurt. You’d like to believe she was drunk saying this, but she was completely sober. “Vanessa-”
“Poor you, huh? Do I not give you enough attention? Is my poor baby always so needy”, she mocked, snarling.
You blink away tears and begin to walk out of the office when you feel a gust of wind and a sudden thud against your back. Gasping, you slam into the wall, your head narrowly missing the collision. Before you could turn around, you felt Vanessa pin your hands behind your back, her cuffs clenching around your wrists and shutting with a loud ‘click’.
“What the fuck Van-FUCK”, your sentence gets cut off as you hear a loud smack; Vanessa had just hit your ass. You feel numb for a few seconds, and then everything after that. You whine out, trying to cover yourself as she grabs your cuffed wrists and pins them above your head, her other hand coming around your waist to arch your back towards her. “Always whining. Never taking what I give you”. She slaps you again, the force of her hand biting your skin, surely leaving red marks that would turn purple tomorrow. You bite your lip, pain, and pleasure fighting to take over your emotions. You settle on both and she digs into your scalp, raising you up to her. You whimper out as she turns your head to the side and begins to suck at the front of your neck. Your life flashes before your eyes; having to walk in tomorrow at Freddy’s, a hickey so prominent that any efforts to hide it with makeup make it look evening trashier, and Mike seeing exactly what she did to you. You never understood her anger when it came to Mike; she liked him well enough. You just were never allowed to talk to him, apparently.
“Vanessa, please”, you whisper as she bites the side of your neck, pain seeping in. Squirming, she finally releases you. You flop against the wall, breathing heavily as she stares you down.
“Look at you”, she hisses. Everything about Vanessa commanded respect. Not one part of her demonstrated sex except for her slightly flushed cheeks and large pupils. Her hair was perfectly in place, her shirt was properly ironed. You, on the other hand, were tied up, beaten, and most definitely not commanding respect. It was exactly how Vanessa liked it on days like this.
She leans forward, tangling her hands gently in your hair. She tugs on your strands gently, lulling you into a false sense of security as you close your eyes, content. You should have known it wouldn’t last. “Pathetic, you are”, she says. Suddenly, she drags you to the office desk, making you gasp out in pain, flinging your hands to hers in a poor attempt to release her grip. Shoving you over the desk, she had you right where she wanted you in the first place; bent over and tied. “What, you thought I was going to treat you?”, she laughs. You stutter, words being unable to properly form. “Nothing happened! You were there the whole time! Why am I being punished for your jealousy issues?”, you yell out as she begins to scratch your back deeply. Her nails dig into your skin, fire spreading everywhere you touch. Wailing and twitching in her grasp, you hear her from behind. “Stupid girl. So disappointing when you act out against me”, she taps on the handcuffs. “Are you forgetting who protects you? I can harm you instead if you want baby, just ask”. She pauses, waiting for your reply. Nothing.
She smiles. You can feel the cockiness being emitted without even seeing her. Instead, you intently stare at the table, wishing you were in bed right now instead of feeling the humiliation of your girlfriend lifting up your skirt to check your panties.
The cold table was a harsh polarity to your pussy; you hated how your pussy was throbbing faster than your heart. Vanessa hummed from behind you, clearly amused and proud of you. Leaning over you, the shape of her breasts being felt against your back despite her clothing, she whispers a soft “I love how much of a whore you are”, before standing back up and softly grinding her front against your bare ass. You widen your eyes as you feel something hard press against you. You love how hot and cold Vanessa can be. No matter how rough and angry she can get, she can never resist treating you first.
The sound of her unzipping her pants was as close as you were ever going to get to hearing church bells. Hell, even angels singing couldn’t replicate the sound of her strap slapping your pussy. Shutting your eyes, your brace yourself against the table, moaning as her cock dipped into your soft entrance.
“You think you deserve this?”, she asks, moving your hair back with her hands, a gesture she couldn’t help doing. Not when she knew you did nothing wrong.
You nod desperately, grinding your ass back into her strap, your pussies walls clenching around nothing in a desperate attempt for friction.
Vanessa stayed silent as she plunged her cock into your pussy. You, however, most definitely did not. Your screams filled the quaint neighbourhood as she thrusted into you at a brutal pace that didn’t account for your lack of adjustment. Your hands gripped anything on the table in sight, your body becoming simultaneously needy and overstimulated. “P-please Vanessa slow- oh FUCK yes-”, you cry out, conflicted with the pain.
She rakes her hands over your ass, switching between slapping your reddened cheeks and clawing at your lower back. Hearing her deep, ragged breaths, you knew she was close; the strap hit her clit at every thrust, making her let out lowly strained moans. “Van-”, you roll your eyes back, your vision turning white. She was hitting your gummy walls so right that it felt insane. Your arousal was streaming down the table and her legs, which Vanessa acknowledged by letting out a snort.
“Need to come, baby?”, she hummed. You whine, grinding back. You needed this release so badly; anything Vanessa had told you had already been forgiven.
“V- nessa I need to.. Please”, you bite your lip and squint your eyes, begging yourself to not release before she allowed you to do so. You couldn’t risk more punishment. She sighed as if thinking about it. She sped up the pace, pounding the strap in a way that made it ten times more pleasurable for her as it did for you.
As your fingers grabbed at the table, she let out the smallest whimper that made you go feral. You pleaded, over and over again, to come. You felt extremely betrayed and turned on as Vanessa slumped forward, her chest heaving from cumming quietly. “Oh y/n”, she moaned, “Cum now baby”, she snaked her arm around your waist to bring your ass up even higher as you came with a loud cry.
You let go of the table, your body now going limp. “Vanessa”, you sigh, unable to move. Despite your comfortable position, consisting of you flopping across the table and Vanessa holding you loosely with her strap still half inside of you, she pulls out and forcefully slips you over way too soon for your brain. The pleasure was turning into pain again, and you hiss as your ass makes contact with the table, the marks making it unbearable.
“Don’t think this is over”, she murmurs as you pull her closer.
You look at her, confused.
“It’s only 1 am. If you think I’m done with you, you are sorely mistaken”
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bruisedboys · 3 months
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hello!!! i saw that you write for bradley and i’m OVER THE MOON RN. could i possibly request a hurt/comfort fic with a shy!plus size! reader combo? maybe a first date scenario where bradley is super late to said date and reader thinks he stood her up or asked her out as a joke so she goes home super embarrassed like “why did i think i could be w him in the first place??” bradley is devastated because he’s liked this girl for so long and he just blew it but he’s able to get her back in the end 🤩 please and thank you!!
hello angel!! thank u so so much for the sweet request, I hope it’s okay! mwah
bradley bradshaw x shy!fem!plus-size!reader cw for body insecurities
You stare at yourself in the mirror, miserable. You haven’t cried yet, but the way your stomach looks in this top might be your breaking point. You’d actually felt pretty, earlier in the evening, all dolled up in your new clothes. But then you’d waited an agonising 45 minutes at the restaurant for Bradley to show up, only to realise he wasn’t coming and you’d made a complete fool of yourself. Now you just feel ugly and so, so embarrassed.
Why would he even want me? You think, glaring at your body in the mirror. You lift your top and squeeze a handful of your soft stomach cruelly, half wishing you could rip it clean off. He probably asked you as a joke, you suppose. And you were stupid enough to buy into it.
A single, hot tear rolls down the slope of your cheek.
You’re wiping at it angrily when there’s a loud, sharp knock on your door. You flinch. It’s enough to scare you out of your miserable state, at least. You freeze, thinking maybe if you ignore it, whoever it is will leave you alone.
“Y/N?”
Bradley? You recognise his voice immediately and your heart climbs to your throat. What is he doing here? Did he not just stand you up? Is he here to antagonise you further? You creep out into the entryway, where Bradley’s voice is clearer. He bangs on the door again.
“Y/N, honey,” he’s saying. He sounds stressed and a little desperate. “I know you probably hate me right now, but please would you come to the door? I really need to talk to you.”
You feel as though an invisible force is pulling you towards the door, towards Bradley. You don’t know why on earth you do it, but you lift a hand and open the door.
Bradley stands on your doorstep, in jeans and a nice linen shirt that doesn’t have an ugly Hawaiian print, for once. His aviators hang from the collar. He’s still strikingly handsome even though you’re upset with him.
“Y/N,” he breathes out. He lowers his fist from where he’d been rapping on your poor door. “Hey. Hi.”
You shift on your socked feet and grip the door handle like it’s your lifeline. “Hello.”
Bradley gives you a look akin to devastation. “Listen, honey. I’m so, so sorry about our date. I got caught up at work, and then my car wouldn’t start, so I had to— hey, are you crying?”
Unfortunately, you are. Why now? You think to yourself. Warm, salty tears spill over your lower lashes against your will. You scrub at your cheeks harshly. Bradley frowns at you.
“Hey. Hey, don’t.” He steps forward and takes your wrists in his hands. He encourages your hands from your face and replaces them with his own, thumbs swiping at your hot tears. He’s a hundred times more gentle than you had been.
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” he says softly. “I feel like such a dick … I’ve had a crush on you for ages and ages and now I’ve made you cry.” He pulls you into a hug and gives a self deprecating sort of laugh, rubbing your back in quick, smooth sweeps. “What kind of loser am I?”
You sniffle. His hug is overwhelmingly warm. You feel a bit dumbfounded, and wonder if you’ve heard him right.
“You—“ you swallow around the lump in your throat and pull back out of his arms. “You have a crush on me?”
Bradley gives you a look of confusion, his hands on your shoulders. “Well, yeah, honey,” he says. His brings his thumb up to swipe at a tear collecting in the corner of your eye. “That’s why I asked you out.”
You blink at him. So … it wasn’t a joke? He didn’t do it to make fun of you? “I— are you serious?”
Bradley frowns at you. His eyebrows pinch in the middle. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Well, that’s the big question, isn’t it? You draw a shaky breath. “I don’t know, I guess because I’m not— I mean, I’m not really like other girls, Brad.”
Bradley continues to look even more confused than before. “So?” He asks, incredulous. “That’s why I like you so much, babe.”
What? This is not how you thought this would go. Why isn’t he getting it?
“But— but I’m big,” you say, feeling a bit sick. You don’t like to call yourself big, you know it doesn’t matter, but it’s the only way to make Bradley understand. “I don’t have a nice body. And. And I’m too quiet. I thought maybe you didn’t turn up because …”
You trail off. Because I’m fat. Because I’m shy. Because you’re lean and handsome and I’m nowhere near to being in your league. All things you’ve been thinking since he didn’t show up to your date. You don’t say them out loud, but they hang in the air between you and Bradley like burning hot stars anyway.
Bradley stares at you hard. You feel the heat of your confession on your neck, your cheeks.
“Honey,” he says, serious and sweet simultaneously. “Sweet girl. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way.”
You duck your head. The way he’s looking at you is too much. If he keeps this up you’ll be a puddle in seconds.
“It’s not your fault,” you say quietly. It’s not. Really, it’s your own for assuming the worst of him.
“Doesn’t matter,” Bradley says firmly. “I upset you, didn’t I? I’m really sorry.” He slides his hand under your chin. You know you have more pudge there than another girl would. And yet, you find you don’t mind his touch as much as you feared you would. “Would you look at me?”
Shy, you tilt your head up with the help of his gentle hand until you’re meeting his eyes. You’re struck, suddenly, by how close he is.
Bradley smiles. He’s so, so handsome you almost feel sick by it.
“I really like you,” he says, earnest. “So much. I don’t mind that your body is different. Everyone’s body is different, isn’t it? It’s not a bad thing, and I happen to really like how you look. You’re beautiful exactly the way you are.”
You blink rapidly. Your chest feels like it’s on fire. You don’t think you’ve ever been spoken to in such an honest tone, with such lovely words. It sets you aflame from the inside out. You’re melting, a lovesick puddle of a girl.
“I don’t mind that you’re quiet, either,” he says, and somehow he’s just getting lovelier by the second, and you can’t believe you ever thought he had ill intentions when he’s being so achingly kind to you. “I think I talk quite enough for the both of us, don’t you?”
You laugh, breathless. You’re hyper aware of his hand on your face, of his chest where it’s inches from yours. Normally you’d feel self conscious with another person so close to you, your insecurities on display in full. With Bradley, and the way he’s looking at you, soft brown eyes and a kind smile, you feel special. A flower blooms in your chest, rearing towards Bradley like he’s the sun.
“I’m so sorry for ruining our first date,” Bradley says in a low voice. He brings a hand to your waist. You feel his heat through your clothes. He’s touching you like you’re something precious, like porcelain or starlight. “Do you think you could give me another chance?”
Well, when he asks like that, you know you couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.
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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 4
Hello and welcome to the latest omega escort Steve! We get Nancy and Robin time and Steve goes through a bit of the dark side of his job.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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When Steve got into the limo that would take him and Nancy to the charity gala, she eyed him hungrily.
“You look nice tonight,” she said tightly. She chewed her bottom lip. “That’s a really good color on you.”
He smirked. “You did say that you were wearing gold tonight and jeweled tones always go well with metallic colors.”
Nancy nodded.
Steve turned away to look out the window, hiding a smile behind his fist.
The drive up to the gala was painfully awkward, but mainly because it seemed the usually sharp tongued Nancy Wheeler was at a loss for words.
Living well, really was the best revenge.
Nancy stepped out first and then she leaned into help Steve out of the car. He barely managed not to roll his eyes as he oozed out of the limo onto the red carpet.
He pulled his sunglasses out of his jacket pocket and put them on to shield against the flashing bulbs of the camera as they took picture after picture of Nancy and him arm and arm.
She waved to the crowd as he stood there looking pretty. Steve heard question after question about taking an escort instead of her husband. She just merely smiled and waved.
They got to the top of the stairs that led down to the ballroom without either of them saying a single word. To the reporters or each other.
“Steve...” Nancy said warningly. “Just remember what you’re here for.”
Steve looked over at her and smiled disarmingly. “To make you look good. I know. I am consummate professional, darling.”
She eyed up his outfit again. “Well that outfit reads professional slut.”
Steve kissed her cheek. “That’s because I am one and before you get uppity with me, princess, you’re the one that hired me.”
Nancy scowled.
He eyed her sidelong. “You know, for all your feminist brouhaha, you sure are anti-sex worker until you want to look good.”
Her jaw dropped. “I beg your pardon!”
“And if you keep going on like this,” Steve said menacingly. “I will put you on the black list and you’ll have actually drag poor Jonathan with you to these.”
Nancy went almost purple with rage, but before she could open her mouth, Steve whispered, “You may have bought me for the night, Nance, but I hold all the cards.”
Her color drained from her face and she nodded mutely. He patted her on the cheek and took a step down to the next step, forcing her to follow him or look awkward.
The rest of the night passed smoothly. Billy Hargrove, on the arm of some simpering female omega, avoided them like the plague. Which worked out for Steve, thank you very much.
Nancy had gone to the bathroom and Billy’s arm candy must have done the same because she was nowhere in sight.
Steve was by the buffet table trying not to gag about how long the food had been left out under this sweltering heat. But Nancy had told him to wait there, so waiting he was.
Billy was talking to Carol Perkins, his talk show host partner.
“I don’t know how you can stand it, Billy,” Carol was saying. “These escorts always smell too sweet to me. Like rotting fruit or some shit.”
Billy shrugged. “I happen to like it. Plus I like the fact that I can fuck them to oblivion and not get stuck with a bond or a pup for eighteen years.”
“You don’t want to settle down?” she asked and took a sip from her crystal wine glass.
Billy laughed. “Fuck no. I want to fuck around for as long as possible, no little housewife for this alpha.”
Carol hummed, but Steve could tell it was disapproving. As if she wasn’t the one that thrown Tommy off the second she found out he was infertile. It was why Tommy liked to hang off Billy’s arm. To throw it in his ex’s face that at least someone wanted him, even if it was just for sex.
Suddenly Nancy was pulling on Steve’s arm. “We’ve got to go. I’ve already talked to Vic and said our goodbyes.”
Steve bristled at that. He liked to personally say goodbye to the host. It was part of his charm.
“What’s the rush?” he hissed as she tugged on his arm and started pushing him toward the door.
“Jonathan texted me while I was in the bathroom,” she murmured, keeping her head down and her voice low.
“Is he all right?” he asked. Because holy shit, Jonathan never, Steve means never texts while Nancy is at an event with Steve. Steve is pretty sure he hates it as much as Steve does.
She pulled out her phone and showed it to him. “He just sent me this picture.”
Steve squinted at the ugly plastic rod before he realized what it was and what the double red line meant.
“He’s–” she put her hand over his mouth.
“Not here,” she hissed. “This place is filled with reporters. I want to be the one that announces it and not just read it in the morning edition.”
Steve nodded and followed her out, clutching his stomach as he complained about it hurting.
When they got out to the limo Nancy huffed.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she groused.
“That food looked disgusting,” Steve murmured. “I was doing the whole party a favor, doll.”
“Uh-huh,” she said crossing her arms, “and that totally had nothing to do with the fact you were throwing people off the scent on why we were leaving?”
Steve batted his eyelashes at her. “I don’t know what you mean, Nance.”
Nancy huffed again. “The hell you don’t.” She chewed on her lip for a moment. “Put me on your black list. Say I got you food poisoning and was a bitch and I’ll start bringing Jonathan to these things like a proper alpha should have been doing all along.”
Steve nodded. Even though it was only half true, it would be the right spin for both of them. Steve would never have to go out with her again, and Jonathan would get his alpha back.
“Deal.”
They shook on it and immediately as soon as he was out of the car, he called Robin.
“Bobbie,” he giggled, “you’ll never guess what happened tonight!”
*
Steve cackled with delight as he regaled Robin with the stories of his night, because of course she came over immediately after he called her.
“That is hilarious!” she agreed when he was done. “Jonathan must be over the moon.”
“I’m happy for them both,” Steve agreed. “That means no more awkward pseudo dates with a bitter ex.”
Robin slapped him lightly. “You’re more excited for that than that they’re having a pup.”
Steve shrugged. “Sorry, can’t be happy for something that’s never going to happen to me.”
She sighed. “Yeah, but aren’t you a little,” she held up her finger and her thumb really close together, “teeny tiny bit happy for them?”
He sighed back. “I don’t know, Robs. I guess I can be happy for him, but don’t make me pretend to be happy for her.”
Robin cocked her head to the side. “Yeah, that’s fair. Being happy for your ex is too much to ask for.”
He waved his hand at her. “Thank you! Jeez.”
“At least you’ll be plenty rested for the threesome tomorrow,” she added with a grin.
Steve threw the sofa pillow at her, causing her to laugh out loud so hard she fell to the floor with a thump.
Robin got back on the sofa still laughing hysterically.
“They’re nice enough, I guess,” Steve groused. “I’m not really looking for it to it, if I’m honest.”
She settled down to a fond smile. “What package did they ask for?”
“The housewife,” Steve said with an eye roll. “Which might be their only strike against them. but it is a rather large one. They could have had any play scenario and they chose the worst one.”
Robin smacked his shoulder. “Just because you prefer the Dom over the housewife doesn’t mean everyone does.”
“At least with the Dom,” Steve said, “I get to show up in that tight leather number and crack a whip. But with the housewife it’s all polos and khakis and fake smiles.”
Robin grimaced. “Like you care about the polos and khakis, you love that shit.”
Steve rolled his eyes.
“I love the clothes. I don’t love the attitude behind the clothes.”
“Ah.”
The attitude that a housewife is preppy and sweet. As opposed to a real housewife, frazzled in sweat clothes and grumpy as hell.
“It’s the most popular play option for a reason, Steve,” she said sternly.
Steve sighed dramatically. “I know it is. But I want something fun. International spies. Hookup at the bar. Strip club tease. Anything would be better than housewife.”
“But you love everything goes with the housewife play,” Robin pressed. “The cooking, the clothes; hell even the little apron so what’s got you so around the twist?”
Steve leapt to his feet and ran his hands through his hair. “Because I’ll never get to do it for real.”
Robin’s shoulders slumped. “Oh, Stevie.”
“Every time someone wants to buy my contract did you know it gets sent to me first?” he huffed.
Robin opened her mouth and the closed it. “Oh, well. Um...sort of?” she hedged. “I mean always assumed they were going somewhere else because there is no way you’ve only had two people offering to buy out your contract.”
“They only get sent to you if I think there is something to them,” Steve said, beginning to pace.
“Ah ha.”
“But the other five I’ve gotten have all been for concubine duties only,” he snarled. “Someone for the alpha to fuck when their omega is pregnant, nursing, or on vacation or some shit.”
Robin winced. “Those are barely even legal outside the US.”
“No one wants to buy an infertile omega to be their mate, Robs,” he said. “Nursemaid, concubine, slave. The glory of owning a Starcourt escort. The prestige. The privilege. Not because they love me or because they want to be with me.”
He sank to a crouch and buried his head in his hands. “All I wanted growing up was to be an escort, flying around the world, eating the best food, drinking the best alcohol, in the finest threads, but now that I have that, all I want is to be someone’s mate and housewife. How messed up is that?”
Robin approached him slowly and gently took his head her hands. “It’s called growing up, Stevie. It means your priorities shifted and that’s okay. You’re allowed to yearn for something you’ll never have. It’s part of the human condition.”
Steve launched himself at her and buried himself in her neck. Robin pulled him onto her lap and stroked his hair.
It would be a while before they got back to their show, but for now she just held her best friend as he wished for another life.
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uluvjay · 1 year
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Injuries- T.Zegras
In which your baby of a boyfriend is home for a few days nursing a lower body injury
Trevor zegras x Established relationship reader!
Warnings?; kissing, talk about sex
Lightly proofread!
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Trevor had gotten hurt a few days ago against the Avalanche and since then has been home with a lower body injury. Your boyfriend was tough..on the ice, at home however he acted like a baby.
He could pick a fight with veteran players that tower over him but needs you to shower with him because he ‘can’t wash his hair right’ and needs you to scratch his back or play with his hair before he can fall asleep.
And due to how nervous you got after seeing him limp off the ice and how you rushed down to the medical room, he was making sure he exaggerated his injury around you as much as he could. 
All morning for example his leg hurt so he needed all the kisses he could get because they made him feel better, and you had to let him use your heated blanket because the heat helped. He also was in to much pain to get up and make his bowl of cereal.
Currently you were in your shared bedroom getting ready to join Trevor at his checkup with the teams doctor and physical therapist.
“Where are you going?” He asked as he walked into the room to get changed.
“With you”
“What why?”
“Well you know, since your in so much pain still I figured it would be best for me to come and learn what I could do to help. Plus I already asked your Pt and she said it was okay” you told him as you turned to face him with your arms crossed
“You dirty dog” he said laughing
“What? I’m just trying to make sure my poor boyfriend gets better” you said walking over and kissing his cheek “oh and I’m driving”
“What no, your cars so low” he whined
“I know, that’s why we are going to take yours ” you said giggling knowing how he was about people driving “His baby”
After a long ride of Trevor acting like you didn’t know how to drive and keeping his hand tight around your thigh, you made it to the arena.
Trevor walked around to your side as you were getting out and took the keys off you, “My poor baby” he said as he tapped the hood of his car.
“Z I am not a bad driver you drama queen” you said laughing as he grabbed your hand
“Mhm whatever’s makes you happy babe” he said cause you to push him and you both laugh.
When you made it to the team’s physical therapist Lauren he stopped right outside the room. “Are you sure you wanna come in? I mean so you don’t have to hear me describe my pain” he tried
“Trevor shut up and get the hell in there” you told him causing him to drop his head and walk in.
After saying your hellos she had Trevor sit on one of the table things they have in there and started to ask him about pains and their scale and where they’re located.
“Honestly I’ve felt a lot better over the past two days, I’ve been stretching every morning and not doing excessive movements or anything” he explained avoiding eye contact with you.
“Okay I do have to ask, have you had sex?” She asked causing you both to blush profusely.
“No she put me in the dog house, didn’t want me to get injured more by the thrusting” he said with no shame
“Trevor!” You scolded getting even more red
Lauren however was laughing and found lots of amusement out of the situation. “Okay, we’ll we’re just gonna run some test and then you can come in to practice tomorrow and coach will let you know what he wants you doing” she told him.
After he was all finished and you were walking back to the car you brought up his pampering over the last few days. “So, drama queen now was it being pampered these last few days?”
“I was not being a drama queen!”
“Z, you literally just told her you’ve felt good for the last two days and this morning you begged for my blanket and kisses because you were in pain” you said laughing.
“Okay fine..I might have been a slight drama queen” he said as you made it to the car.
“Mhm slight” you said laughing and he pulled your door open for you
“So since I’m cleared does this mean we can have sex when we get home?” He asked a few minutes into the ride back home
“Jesus Christ Trevor” you said laughing
“It’s an honest question!” He replied laughing as well
“Yes Trevor, we can have sex tonight” you told him watching him fist bump the air like a child.
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whois-jess · 4 months
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Sugar mami
Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader
•Mafia AU with Rhea as your sugar mami•
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I was sat at home watching some show i found waiting around for Rhea. Since i don't work because Rhea said i am too pretty to work for some other man or woman, i get bored quickly and i have watched so many movies already plus i try to clean but the cleaner Rhea hired does it mostly.
I had Rheas dogs cuddling me as i watch Hangover 1,2 and 3, i pet Barrys head as his eyes shut Luna already asleep and Ryuk asleep on a bed somewhere when the door swings open i knew it was Rhea.
"Hey baby!" I smile getting up to hug her but i stop when i see blood "oh" was all i said and she smiled "bad man didn't pay Mami in time" she smirked taking her shirt off then i hug her "i do hate you killing babe" i frown looking up at her "i know baby its nasty business but its what Mami has to do to stay on top and as you know" she smile waiting for me to finish "Mamis always on top" i smile as she kissed my forehead "i got you something" she says waking to her blazer grabbing a small box handing it to me.
I open the box to a beautiful pair of earrings "oh my babe its beautiful" i smile at her as she smirks at me "had to get my princess something" she says tucking hair behind my ear "i wamt you to wear them tonight" she smiles at me "tonight?" I say confused "yes princess we have dinner with Damian, Dom, Finn and JD" she says and i remember her saying about it last week "oh my god i should get ready!" I says going to leave before turning back kissing Rheas cheek "thank you" i smile running to our room.
I run in our room which was bigger than most dashing to my walk in wardrobe Rhea got some people to install for me to put all my clothes in she made them build me my own room for jewelry and bags as well. I rush to fine something nice as this was a big dinner and Rhea liked when i dressed up, i found a black short dress and a necklace Rhea got me which was gold with our initials on it with diamonds i also put my rings on and bracelets.
"Ready!" I smile walking over in my black heels that match my dress "you look beautiful like normal, now car is ready" she smiles taking my hand kissing it while looking into my eyes "so do you" i smile looking at her sliver jewelry and suite, we walk to the car which had bodyguard car to drive beside us as Rhea was wanted and killing he for even me will put a man status even higher and people were power hungry.
We step into the car Rheas hand on my thigh as we drive through the night, i look at the pretty light and stars as we drive by streets almost empty. The car stop outside a fancy restaurant very busy looking "looks nice" i smile at Rhea as she helps me out "only for you princess" she smiles as we link our walking in her bodyguards following us in, we see a table with four men at "guys this is Y/n, Y/n this is Damian, Dom, Finn and JD" i smile at them "hi" i say and they l say hi back as Rhea helps me sit down and sits by me her hand once again on my thigh "get whatever you like princess" she whisper to me before talking to the guys about business and some threatening gangs when a man probably in his 30s walks over and Rhea attention is immediately on him "Mark" Rhea smiles at him and the man looks kind of scared "now Mark lets cut to the chase wheres my money huh Mark where is it my babys ring don't buy themselves" she says pulling me closer as i still look at this man who glaces at me "i don't have it.." Mark mumbles "Speak up i dont like mumbling" Rhea snaps "i don't have the money!" He says louder and Rhea chuckles and looks at Damian and Dom who get up and hold Mark "now now Mark this is the 4th week you know what i said" venom was dripping of every word "you can't say you have a family but i have my baby okay Mark. And your very late on payment" her glare never leaves this poor man "i just need one more week Miss Ripley i am close to enough" Rhea lets a breathy chuckle out "your lucky my princess is here or i would shoot you dead Mark but my baby doesn't like that stuff so thank her for you living another week." Mark lets out a breath he must of been holding in as she shows the gun she had on her "one more week Mark i can't being doing this forever" and with that Dom and Damian let Mark go and he rushes out the restaurant "baby he said he had a family" i say sad that kids could lose their dad "he has multiple baby, its his excuse he doesn't love them" She says her arms still around me and i feel less bad for him.
"So Y/n" Dom says "you want kids" he smiles at me and i see Rhea glaring at him "i do actually" i smile back "baby Rheas" he smirks and she kicks him under the table "i will still kill you Dom" she says and i look at her "a family would be nice" i smile and she smiles back "okay baby one day i will give you a family you want" she kisses my forehead before glaring at Dom who just smiles innocently "what drink babe" i look over the menu "blue lagoon" i smile and she takes my hand of course she says sending someone to get my drink "want your naiks done again baby" she says looking at them "yeah these are getting old" i admit "lets get them done together" she says as my drink come back and she gets a bodyguard to test it to make sure no poison was in it and was it got the clear i started to drink it "lets get some food" JD says and the rest agree "princess order first" Rhea says kissing my lips as i kiss back "we are here" Damian says and Rhea flips him off making me giggle.
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willyoubemycherryy · 13 days
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❁𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖...𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕊𝕌ℙ𝔼ℝ-ℙℝ𝕆𝕋𝔼ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕍𝔼 𝕘𝕗??
@ my bestie lil miss westie(^‿^✿) @eymie
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“𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈...“
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You honestly don’t know how he let people try him.
Tiger doesn’t even look like the pushover type. Tattoos, wild green hair, stoic face and stone jawline, 6 foot fucking 2, ripped jeans and muscle tees. He rarely even looked approachable. Punk rock and pissed off.
But… turns out he’s a sweetheart. Gentle eskimo kisses, slow kisses, helpful with the most menial tasks. Plus the adoring way he looks at you, to how tender and calmly he treats you; even when you’re upset…so it pisses you off when you see short, half court hairline, bald spot eyebrow ugglies talking down to him.
Like now when you look up from your seat in the car, waiting for him to come out of the gas station just to see some dirty old crypt keeper yelling in his face while your poor sweet darling Tiger just nods and looks uncomfortable. You do not hesitate to get out the car and march over there in your Chanel heels to stomp on fucking business bitch.
Tiger hears a door slam and looks up. Paling once he sees that it’s you…and that you do not look happy. He knows how this is going to end before it even starts as you stand in front of him, pushing the angry man back with one of your pretty manicured fingers.
“Who the fuck are you talking to?! Because I KNOOOOW it’s not him!” You’re yelling off the bat and the man is red in the face as he yells back,
“So what if I am! He needs to learn how to apologize after he bumps into people!”
Oh bitch.
“Are the people in the room with us??? Because all I see in front of me is the ghost of Father Time’s ashes.” Tiger bites his lip to stifle the laugh that bubbles up at your jab. Feisty as ever.
“Why you prissy little bit-“, you cut him off before he can even attempt to try it.
“Even if he completely knocked your ass over, he wouldn’t have to apologize for SHIT but I’ll tell you what,” voice low, blood hot, rushing so fast you look downright murderous as you stand chest to chest with the man.
“Talk to him like that again…and I’ll kick your nuts so far up your asshole that they’ll be acorns when they come out your mouth. I’ll turn you and every witness around into stains and mail them to your wife and kids.” He gulps at the dead look on your face and quickly shifts his eyes to Tiger.
“So, apologize right now and walk away from us before I decide to really rock your world.” You feel Tiger stiffen at the same time the asshole does before he mumbles a swift apology, he’s jumping into his car and peels off just as fast.
Grabbing Tiger’s hand you lead him to the car, to your door so he can open it and after he gets in himself, he looks at you. Amused.
“You’re a little bully? Y’know that?”, chuckling at you as you pout.
“You don’t always need to come to my rescue. Some people are just assholes and that’s okay”. He mumbles, pulling you from your seat to straddle his lap.
You roll your eyes before you lean down to kiss him languidly. Capturing his top lip between yours then his bottom lip, both your lips alternating with light sucks and you tilt your head and lick the seam of his mouth, making him moan as your tongues caress each other. Warm puffs of air wash over your faces as you kiss him senseless.
Heat licks up your body, a wet moan bursting out when you feel him aggressively suck on your tongue, his hand on the back of your head holding you in place. Reaching up you pull lightly at his hair until he breaks away with a smack and you peck his lips a few more times to calm down.
“Some people are assholes, you’re right. But if they think they can be an asshole to you on my watch? They’re dead wrong.” panting against his mouth as you give him your verdict.
“Now, let’s go home,” you whisper against his lips.
“I’m wet”.
Grinding down on him for emphasis then swinging back down to your seat to watch his reaction.
Tiger looks down at where you were previously sat and notices the dark spot on his jeans, and looking back at you pupils completely blown.
“Oh fuck”, he groans. Hissing when you start palming him through his ripped jeans.
Squealing as Tiger speeds off so fast he almost leaves the tires.
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indigoflorals · 1 year
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payback (18+)
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Rafe Cameron x Reader
Sum: Rafe gives you another option to pay him back for hitting his car
Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON, IF THIS UPSETS YOU, SCROLL. Oral sex, swallowing, hair pulling, extortion, throat-fucking, public oral sex
The shockwave from the collision shot through you before you even saw the break lights. You had just rear ended the truck in front of you while checking a text.
It was a red light, fuck. This could not be happening. You were beyond broke. The light turned green, and you and the truck pulled to the side of the road.
It was dark, and the black truck blended into the background well. You couldn’t see any damage as you pulled in. It wasn’t until you parked directly next to the vehicle that you got a good look at its owner.
Rafe Cameron
This was the worse case scenario. Even without damage, you were sure he’d want your insurance. The insurance you could barely pay as is.
You watched as the blond stepped out from the drivers side, and you followed not long after.
“Dude,” You sighed, “I am so fucking sorry. If anything’s damaged I can—“
Rafe interrupted you. “I feel like I know you. Did we go to high school together?”
You stopped, furrowing your eyebrows at his statement, “Yeah, we had Bio and Calc together.”
A look of remembrance washed over his face, an ‘o’ coming to his lips, “Shit, I remember you! You always sat right next to me,” He looked you up and down with a smirk, “Better to look at now.”
A huff erupted from you. “Sure yeah,” You mumbled, “How’s your truck?” You walked past him, circling the back of the truck, feeling his eyes on you the entire time.
A dent. Big enough you knew anyone could see it during the day. You cursed silently, begging he wouldn’t be angry.
“Is it bad?” He laughed, seemingly amused by your distress.
“No!” You spoke immediately running your hand through your hair, “Maybe.”
He only laughed again.
“Well,” He walked to face you, leaning against the truck, “I know you can’t pay for that. You’re poor.”
Before you could protest, he spoke again, raising a hand to shush you.
“So, I have an alternative. No money involved.” He smiled.
You scowled instantly. “I’m not a prostitute, Rafe.”
The blond scoffed, “I didn’t say you were, and don’t act like you didn’t have a little crush on me in high school.” He stepped to take a picture of your plates, “Plus all I was gonna ask was for you to blow me.”
Watching him take photos of your plates, you began to sweat. Ward Cameron knew everyone, what would happen if everyone knew you were involved in a hit and run with his son?
“Fine.”
A smirk grew across his face, “Good girl.”
You watched intently as he undid his belt, looping it with precision to turn it into makeshift handcuffs.
“Turn around for me, baby.” He snapped the belt.
Your eyes widened, shaking your head. “We’re outside Rafe.”
Rafe pursed just lips, “It’s dark, turn or I’ll leave.”
Relenting, you turned around, presenting your hands to be tied with the belt behind your back. The blond turned you back to face him and pushed you onto your knees in front of him, only sheltered from the road by his truck.
“Now,” He ran his hand over his clothes cock before pulling it from his pants and boxers, “Suck.”
You stared up at him, hesitant, and his hand came to fist your hair.
“Fine then,” His opposite hand came to your lips, pushing a finger inside and opening your jaw. “Be good and take me.”
He pulled his finger out before thrusting his cock inside with force. He touched the back of your throat, and was salty on your tongue. You gagged as his tip brushed against your uvula, and he moaned, the fist against your scalp tightening.
Rafe pulled your head back, and tears ran down your face. He fucked back into your throat, feeling you gag and your throat contract around him. “That’s it…you fucking slut. Suck my dick.”
Feeling him throb in your mouth, you sucked harder.
You looked up at him, his hair disheveled and stuck to his forehead, chest fluttering, moaning your name. A flame struck between your legs at the sight. You liked it. You liked how he talked to you.
With a loud moan of your name, Rafe came down your throat, and you swallowed everything without being asked. His eyes widened at you.
“So dirty,” He cupped your face, smirking down at you, “I like you.”
Rafe pulled out of your mouth, tucking himself back into his pants. He helped you to your feet and untied your hands.
You started for your car immediately, confused and angry at yourself.
“Let me give you my number. Don’t pretend you’re not the whore we both know you are.”
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wildlife4life · 2 months
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Tease Tidbit Tuesday
Tagged by the super fantabulous @bekkachaos (dropped a whole fic, check it out!) @jamespearce9-1-1 @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 and @disasterbuckdiaz. Thank you all so much and I am so very excited for your works!
Feeling a lot better today and I'm in still in a good NFL Buck mood. So here is a little snippet from the Dosed arc, featuring for the first time Buck's perspective. (Everything NFL Buck can be found here.)
After many different un-needed apologies from Eddie about the pollen and several assurances from Buck that Eddie is safe from the tiny ladies made of said pollen, the dosed firefighter finally passes out. Poor man is still in his uniform and is going to have one hell of a hangover when he wakes up. Or at least according to the article Buck speed read after Sergeant Grant stated his boyfriend and the majority of the 118 had been dosed with a hallucinogen. Most likely LSD. Buck lets out a groan of both frustration and weariness. He had just gotten home from the days workout with the team and was getting ready for his cool down when the gates intercom went off. Thinking it was another wayward delivery person who had yet again ignored instructions to leave all packages in the lock box, Buck was taken by complete surprise to see LAPD on the video. And hearing Eddie's desperate cries in the background, threw him for a major loop. Eddie is taken care of for the moment and quick texts to Carla and his sister, insured Christopher would be away until tomorrow afternoon, giving his father time to recover. The last issue at hand, is waiting patiently in Buck's living room. Rolling his shoulders, Buck steps through the arch way, doing his best to ignore the niggle of fear in his gut and to just put on the mask of Evan Buckley, charismatic and cool NFL quarterback. "Seeing that you are alone and a little more at ease, I assume firefighter Diaz is finally settled?" The Sergeant asks sounding truly concerned, but Buck can also see a glint of scrutiny and the mask of charm falters. "Um, yea." Buck answers trying and failing to meet her sharp gaze, feeling as if she could see every little secret he was holding. "Thank you, again for bringing him home and keeping him safe." Ms. Grant shrugs, "Its the job and he's fellow first responder. Plus my husband is becoming quite fond of Diaz, even without knowing him all that well." She catches Buck's wondering eye at that and it freezes him on the spot. "Have to say, finding out Evan Buckley, the LA Ram's shiny new star and hottest NFL bachelor is secretly dating a single father and firefighter from Texas, is the most surprising thing that's happened to me so far this year. And I allowed a delinquent kid out of my custody, to hot wire a concrete mixer to save a man trapped in his burning car." The entirety of the Evan Buckley facade shatters and Buck has to swallow every shard of dread. Shit.
Like Buck could fool Athena. Psssh. Hope you all enjoyed!
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cimerran-714 · 4 months
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I figured that it would be helpful to call out ten of the most common pro-choice arguments that you might notice online. I'll preface it by saying that I am not a philosopher (or at least not yet), but I am a person with common sense, and you can see through these "arguments" if you have two brain-cells left.
Also, I understand that there are good PC arguments out there (although they are of course not successful, for a strong argument doesn't necessarily have to succeed). I am only arguing some of the most insane and ridiculous ones you'd spot.
If you want to go through some really good claims made by pro-choice/pro-abortion advocates, I'd recommend David Boonin's 'A Defense of Abortion'. It'd help you instead of you having to regurgitate whatever you are spoon-fed by the leftist cult. Go check out that book even if you're pro-life, because it's a great one.
Let's get started, shall we?
A human embryo/fetus is not human:
Yes, it's both human and alive. Biologists agree with this (including pro-choice biologists), and even pro-choice philosophers acknowledge this. This is basic empirical reality. And you only have to open an embryology textbook to know how wrong you are. Also, these people can never explain what species the fetus belongs to if not "Homo Sapiens".
2. It's just a "clump of cells".
All of us are made up of cells. Some are "clumpier" than others. And plus, it's not merely a clump of cells: the embryo is a human organism in its earlier stages of development, and very soon is also differentiated as it grows. That's like saying that it's okay to destroy a car because it's just "a bunch of metal thrown together".
3. It's not a person/sentient, yadda yadda:
Irrelevant and it's the same logic that slave-owners used to own people. Human rights is species-based, and the embryo/fetus is human. That's all that matters. These people love to make up ridiculous, arbitrary criteria to justify their bigotry.
4. You cannot force people to donate their organs...
Not the same thing at all. You cannot be forced to save people, but that doesn't mean you can actively kill them. This is the difference between killing someone and letting them die. There is a significant moral difference between deliberately pushing someone off a cliff and not saving someone who's hanging off a branch at a cliff. Abortion is the former.
5. Women would die...
All states have life-threat exceptions built into it, so this is just deflection. And yes, there are doctors who refuse to perform entirely legal abortions, but that is their fault. It IS legal. They're just cowards, and you can't blame the law for this because they already make this exception.
6. You cannot force your views onto others:
If you support democracy (and, you know, voting) you're forcing your views onto others. That's how law works.
7. The child would grow up in poverty, yadda yadda yadda...:
We don't kill born children because of these reasons, so it's a ridiculous claim. You don't solve poverty by killing the poor.
8. They are just pro-birth:
Statistics show that Republicans donate more to charity than Democrats. Also, just because they don't agree with your method of helping people doesn't mean that they don't care about born people. You see, it's like saying "A fire-fighter rescued someone from a fire, but they don't want to pay out of their pockets to look after them throughout their lives. They don't actually care!"
9. Showing pics of fetuses belonging to other species as a gotcha:
Yes, mammals of different species look the same in their earlier stages, but that doesn't mean there isn't a difference between them. This is, once again, bigoted slaver logic (to want to kill people based on their looks).
10. Men cannot have a say because:
As men are directly affected by this, they absolutely have a say. They are fathers too, and remember that they're the ones who have to pay child support.
There you go. I am not expecting you to be pro-life yet if you are not, but I hope that I have cleared your head up somewhat.
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alltoolewis · 1 year
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You Bring Me Home- Mason Mount 🍂
I'm backkkkk!!! So happy to be writing again and even more so for one of my favourite people in the world! This is a part of my Halloween/autumn prompt list (that I am slowly getting through) It's not my best, but I still hope you all enjoy it 🧡
Prompts- "mhmm your so warm" "Here take my sweater", thunderstorms & shared blankets (From this list!)
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Summary- When you have to work during the worst storm of the year, your car decides to break down leaving you stranded at your work's carpark... resulting in you needing your knight in shining armour to come and collect you!!!
“Mase...” You groaned, feeling his arms tug you back in bed as you tried to sneak away “Baby, I’ve got to go... I can’t be late for work again...” A chuckle left your boyfriend’s lips as he listened to your frustrated words, knowing full well that he was the reason for your recent poor punctuality at work. You never use to be late... You were always the first person in the office and the last one to go! But that was before you moved in with Mason! The problem wasn’t when he had morning training sessions or early kick-offs you both enjoyed your early mornings together... especially the shared shower schedule you had to ‘save’ water. The main problem was when he didn’t have to wake up early with you, and no matter how many times you explained to him that you weren’t as fortunate with your days off, he still expected you to share a lazy morning with him!
“Stay with me...” He mumbled against your neck, as he pulled your body on top of his, a slight smirk in his tone as he felt your body shiver against his touch “Please baby, call in sick... for me!” A frustrated sigh left your lips as you listened to his persuading words... of course, he was doing it again!
Rolling off him, you groaned, making sure that one of his arms stayed around you to stop his protest “Mase, I’ve told you, darling, I wish I could but- “Your words were cut short as he placed his lips on yours swallowing the words that he had heard so many times before. Pulling away breathless, he smiled “But you can’t because of the new promotion... I know sweetheart, I understand...” He finished your sentence for you, placing his lips on your temple as he sighed in awe “Why do you have to be so clever eh? Why can’t you be like chilly’s missus and be an influencer...?”
You knew you should be getting ready as you glanced at the time, seeing it was 10 minutes past the time you usually get dressed for the day, but you couldn’t leave him like this not when he was so needy for your warmth... and who were you to deprive him of it so early in the morning! So, like the good girlfriend you are, you gave him a bit more of your time... plus, you knew that you needed these moments with him just as much as he did!
“I thought you liked bragging to the boys about your girl being a journalist in the best company in the country...” You smirked, leaning into his open arm a little more. You never liked to brag about your high-earned job to anybody, even when Mason brought it up to his family and friends you always wanted to become embarrassed by it, but of course, he never let you! After being together throughout your degree, he saw first-hand the amount of effort and dedication you put into it. The sweat, blood, and tears you went through together were all worth it as you held the piece of paper in your hand, smiling alongside Mason as he showed you just how proud he was of you... how proud he always is of you, for following your dreams and proving others wrong!
Placing his head on your shoulder, he hummed in the gap of your neck “Of course I do...” He replied without hesitation “All the boys know that my girl is the smartest, most beautiful girl in the whole world, they don’t even argue about it anymore cause what’s the point... they’ll never win!”
“Mason Tony Mount!” You gasped, ignoring the goosebumps rising on your arms after referring to you as ‘his girl’ & although you knew you were, it didn’t make the reaction to the two simple words any easier! “You don’t argue about me at work, do you?”
 “I don’t anymore...” He smirked, the lazy smile you loved so much graced his lips as you looked at him with shock “As I said, they know they’ll never win...” Pulling your body back on his, so you were straddling him, he smiled up at you “I have loads of points of why you’re the best girl in Cobham, I could even argue to the world if you’d let me..”
“Mason, you can’t try and convince the lads that I’m better than their girlfriends...” You sighed, but couldn’t help the smile tugging on your lips at him for trying “All their girls are gorgeous, you know that...”
Sitting up slightly while you remained on top of him, he wrapped his arms around your neck gently tugging you to be eye level. He smirked as he placed a kiss on your nose “They’re not as immaculate as you though, are they?”
“Mase-“You sighed, rolling your eyes just to be interrupted again, as he moved to your cheek, placing his lips softly on it as they blushed under his touch “They don’t have your natural beauty in the morning...”
“How do you know?” You playfully gasped “Is there something you’re not telling me, Mount!”
“Shhhh!” He chuckled, pecking your lips to silence you “You’re ruining the moment...”
 Listening to him you let him continue his trail of kisses as they went to your forehead “They don’t have your brains, your kindest, your warm heart...” Finishing his trail at your neck, he kissed up to your ear, whispering into it softly “And most importantly, they don’t have my heart... and until we have mini mounts running around in the house, you have all it...”
“Why are you so soppy in the morning...” You whispered, feeling tears gathering in your eyes as you rest your head on his “You make it so hard to leave...”
“That’s the plan, beautiful...” He smirked, giving you a tight squeezed hug “But in all seriousness, I love you... more than anything in the world!”
“Even more than kicking a ball round a field...” You teased, knowing that his passion was always your main enemy for his attention. His laughs echoed around the dimmed bedroom as he threw his head back “Yes darling, even more than kicking a ball around...”
For the first time that morning, the room fell silent as you both gazed into each other’s eyes and for a split second you forgot that you needed to leave, all you wanted was him! Your phone buzzed against the dressing table, but your eyes never left him “I think that’s your final cue to get up Honey...” Mason whispered, not wanting to ruin the enchanting trance you had both been put in.
Rolling out of his arms, you groaned throwing your head back on the pillow “I don’t want to leave you now...” Mason looked at you amused as he nudged his head towards your phone “Last chance for you to phone up ill and stay with me...” Tossing a stranded pillow towards him, you glared “Not going to happen handsome, so shut it...” Pecking one last kiss on his pouted lips, you finally left the bed making a beeline to the bathroom to get ready for the day till your boyfriend once again distracted you.
While you were in the shower, Mason reluctantly got out of bed too. Despite it being well past the time he’d usually get up on his day off, he felt way too guilty to let you rush around after he was the one stopping you. So being the good boyfriend he was, he decided to pack your work bag for you, making sure to pack your lunch as he prepared an early morning snack for you to eat on your travels.
“Here you go, m’lady...” He sang as you made your way into the kitchen, handing you your tote bag which had your lunch packed and ready to go along with your other work items, making your heart melt. Your hands lingered over the strap of the bag as you stared into dark brown eyes, mesmerized once again by his tired eyes and fluffy morning hair. “Earth to miss (y/ln) ...” Mason chuckled, causing your stare to be broken as you gratefully took it from him. “How are you so perfect!?!” You sighed, glancing into your bag to see he hadn’t missed a single thing “4 years together and I still haven’t found a single thing wrong with you!”
Walking you to the front door, he helped you into your coat specifically picking out the thickest and warmest one “You’ll have to keep looking” He chuckled, giving you a peck on the cheek “One thing about us mounts, we are born naturally perfect”
“What happened with Lew then!” You teased jokingly. After being together for so long you had grown extremely close with his family, specifically with his older brother, who you always joked was technically a part of your relationship seeing how much time he spent with the two of you since buying the new house.
“I’ll tell him that!” Mason laughed, opening the door for you to see it had just begun to rain “shoot! don’t forget this!” He leaned over to the counter where your umbrella was “Apparently the storm is going to be hard later... I need you to be safe!”
“Oh, I’m sure this cheap stick of plastic will do the trick...” You giggled, examining the poorly made umbrella “I’ll be in my car tho Mase, I won’t need it!” You tried to place it back down, but your resistant boyfriend stopped you, giving you a pleading look “You never know though, please take it... for me!” Your eyes rolled to the side as once again he used those words. Reluctantly, you placed it in your bag giving him a sarcastic smile “Happy now?” “Very!” He smirked, closing the gap between you both as he placed his lips to yours “I love you so fucking much!” Pulling apart slightly your breath fanned across his face “I love you too, so much...”
“Oh gosh look at the time!” He playfully gasped, after glancing at the landing clock “How are you so late!” Giving you a playful shove out the door as you turned to give him a deathly stare “Don’t blame me...” You hissed, turning your back to him as you walked towards your car “blame my needy, careless boyfriend!”
“He only cares about you!” He yelled back, a smile clear in his voice as you started your car. Looking in your rear mirror, your heart burst as you saw him in the same spot, wanting to see you safely leave the premise. You were just about to drive away when you saw his hands suddenly move up and down. Clueless at his actions, you waved back thinking that he just wanted to wave goodbye, but as you watched him shake his head you knew that wasn’t the reason. Pulling your window down, you popped out your head giving him a puzzled look “What’s up?”
“Have you got your brolly?” He questioned, causing a frustrating but mocking groan to leave your lips “You saw me put in my bag Mase!”
“I know what you’re like tho! You might out hide it secretly; I just want you to be safe!” Leaning back to your backseat, you pulled the stick out of your bag, hanging it out the window along with your head again “Here!” You yelled back to him, waving it around causing a big grin to form on his lips “Good girl...” He smirked, giving you a thumbs up.
“Don’t patronize me, Mount...” You joked, putting a finger up at him “I’ll chuck it at you in a minute!”
“Please don’t!” He laughed throwing his head back. “Now that’s sorted, can I go now to the job I was supposed to be at 10 minutes ago!”
“Wait!” He called back, disappearing for a second before returning with his jacket lazily thrown over his shoulders. Not giving you a minute to process what he was doing, he jogged over to your car, the sound of his sliders colliding with the wet gravel grating you a little before his head poked through your still-open window.
“What are you doing?” You spoke between giggles as his lips attacked your face in sloppy playful pecks. “Stay safe, okay? If the storm gets too bad come home early, please...” Normally you would have argued back with a playful dig but hearing the sincerity in his voice you knew he was being serious. Nodding your head, you smiled, threading your fingers through his now wet morning hair “I promise handsome, now please go back inside before I get the blame for making Chelsea’s best player ill before a derby!”
“I love you, have a good day at work!” He cheekily smiled, giving you one last kiss before leaving the car, not before hearing you repeat the words back to him. You hated mornings... always had done ever since you were little, but with him... they were a little more bearable! Giving him one last smile and quick wave, you finally headed to work, but like always that was the last thing you were thinking about... instead, it was how quickly you wanted to return home to him!
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As the day progressed, the rain came down harder, unsurprisingly just as Mason said! Your phone buzzed with messages of updates from your boyfriend, warning you of the weather like your own personal weatherman. Of course, you found the whole thing endearing, I mean who wouldn’t want a man as sweet as Mason protecting them, but when you were so close to finishing something that had taken up so much of your time it couldn’t help but bug you!
“Is that him again?” Your boss laughed in amusement, as your phone lit up beside you for the tenth time that hour. “I’m so sorry...” You sighed “He gets a little protective when it’s this weather, I’ll switch it off immediately- “Leaning over to your lit screen to switch it off, a gentle hand stopped you “Why don’t you go home to him?” She smiled at you, passing you your phone “You’ve worked so hard recently, doing everybody’s cover shifts and any possible overtime you can... everybody else is going home early... why don’t you do the same?”
“I don’t know (Your boss’s name) ...” You sighed, feeling the phone buzzing against your hand again “I’ve so nearly got this done, I don’t risk anything from getting the “
“Promotion” Your boss finished the sentence, a smirk on her face as you nodded your head. Sighing, she collected her things from her desk, getting ready to leave herself before the storm gets worst “Please get yourself home (y/n), especially before 7 pm that’s when it’s supposed to get bad...” “I will, I should be done in the next hour or so anyway...” You replied, giving her a weak smile as she squeezed your shoulders “Okay honey, stay safe & say hi to Mason for me!” Before she left the room, she spun back around “Oh & (y/n)”
“Yeah...” You hummed back, twiddling your pen in between your fingers.
“Don’t worry too much about the promotion!” Your boss smiled knowingly “I think you proved yourself worthy of the spot a long time ago!” Without another word, she left the room, allowing your head to spin. You didn’t realize how much time you had been trying to prove yourself at the firm, and of course, with that, you didn’t realize how much time you had wasted by not spending time with Mason! Your boss was right, you did deserve to spend a night in with him!
Glancing back down towards your phone, butterflies erupted in your tummy as you read his most recent text...
Mase
Missing you so much gorgeous, don’t stay there for too long... the storms getting bad & I need my warm hugs xx
Shooting him a quick reply back with a smile on your face, you made it your mission to finish as quickly as you could & just like everything you set your mind to you were good to go by the time it hit 6:45 pm! You didn’t care that your work might have been rushed or that you weren’t the last one in the office like you usually were, all you cared about was being home with your boyfriend!
You didn’t realize how bad the storm was until you stepped outside for the first time since the morning. Leaves twirled around the air as the rain dropped down into the soaked pavement. The door of the building continued to swing behind you as you quickly sprinted to your car, Mason always teased you that the only way to get your running was the rain & free food and although you always defended yourself, it was times like this that you knew he was right!
Finally getting into your car, you through your bag to its usual place on your back seat while your hands worked quickly to switch the heating on, but when your car engine didn’t hum like normal, and your heating suctions didn’t blow out hot air you knew you were in trouble “Shit... no, no, no!” You groaned as you continued to tap the small heating button but there was no use, your car was one and truly dead “Why is it always me...” You sighed, hitting your head gently against the wheel as you processed your current options, weighing up that it was out of two... stay put in your office and wait for the storm to hopefully pass or call Mason for help! Deciding that the only possible option was the second one, you whipped out your phone, immediately dialing his number...
Not even letting the phone ring once, he picked up “Hello beautiful, everything okay? You on your way back yet?”
“Not quite...” You giggled nervously, looking forward at the aggressive rain hitting your windscreen “I may have a little problem”
“What’s happened?” He quickly replied. You didn’t need to see him know he was already sat up, ready to face the problem that you were having despite even knowing what it was.
“I don’t know if it’s the pile of rain falling or what, but my car won’t start...” You sighed, frustrated that once again your time with him was being wasted “I was going to head back inside but I don’t think anyone else is in & I’ve left my keys in the office... would you be able to pick me up please?”
“Of course, I can honey...” He responded without hesitation, the sound of rustling is heard in the background “You stay right there okay? I won’t be long”
Feeling a little guilty for ‘ruining’ his evening you sighed, “Thank you, Mase, I’m sorry if I was disturbing anything”
“Oh don’t be silly you don’t have to apologize, I wasn’t doing anything interesting anyway” He laughed, locking the door behind him as he braced the ongoing storm himself “If it means getting to see you quicker, I would drop anything and everything...”
“You’re my hero, Mase honestly..” You smiled against the phone “I don’t know what I’d do without you..”
“Get on the bus maybe” Mason teased, as he started the engine causing you to roll your eyes “Well my damsel in distress I won’t be long, stay put and wait there, okay? I Love you”
“Love you too, Mase. Thank you!” Hanging up the phone, you through your head back closing your eyes as the rain fell around the shell of your car. You loved this weather when the sky freely cried, and the world got a refresh, although being out in it wasn’t always ideal. Guilt began to trip your mind as you thought about forcing Mason out of the house, and although your work wasn’t that far from your home in Cobham, it still wasn’t ideal to drive to.
“Fuck it...” You muttered, grabbing your bag from the back seat and your car keys, you zipped your coat fully up before getting out of the car “If he has to drive to get me, the least I can do is meet him halfway...” Of course, it wasn’t the smartest idea in the world, and Mason would probably kill you for leaving the ‘warmth’ of your car for that reason, but you didn’t care if it meant him not driving too far and you getting to see him sooner!
For the first couple of minutes, you let the heavy falls of rain and hail shower you, giving you your very own detox before you remembered the umbrella Mason forced you to take “How does he think of everything?” You spoke to yourself with a smirk on your face as you pulled the stick out, instantly feeling better as the rain rolled off the sheet of cotton instead of you!
You didn’t know how long it was until you saw his black merc roll along the street in front of you, a wash of relief flooding you as you thought of the warmth of his car invading you. Mason couldn’t believe his eyes as he spotted a young girl walking carelessly on the pavement, thinking to himself who in their right mind would walk in the weather but as he got closer and recognized your brown locks floating in the autumn air he knew it could only ever be one person!
Pulling up beside you, he pulled down his window catching you slightly off guard as he popped his head ever so slightly “What the hell happened to stay put?!?” He laughed as you shrug your shoulders “I got bored..”
“Of course, you did!” Mason smiled, nodding his head towards the passenger side “Are you getting in missus, or are you enjoying your rainy walks?” Not even having the energy to shoot a snarky reply, you ran to the other door immediately hopping into the warmth of his car, causing him to throw his head back in a low chuckle. Pulling the window slightly you shook the water off your umbrella, not realizing the teasing look your boyfriend was giving you until you turned back around “What?” You questioned as he raised his eyebrow at you. “What did you say about that cheap lump of metal again?” He smirked, knowing once again he was right.
“Shut up...” You giggled, reaching over to his heater to warm your frozen hands “I wouldn’t have had to use it if it wasn’t for my shit car! The one time I desperately needed it, it let me down... unbelievable.”
“I warned you about that as well..” He laughed, remembering the high amount of times he had told you to get a new car, even willing to buy you a new one himself but every time you dismissed him telling him there was nothing wrong with it. Noticing the glare you were giving him, he quickly refrained his comment “But we’re not getting into that right now, are we sugar?”
“no where not!” You jokingly rolled your eyes, leaning slightly over to him “It’s a good job my boyfriend is always reliable isn’t it?”
“He sounds like a great man..” Mase teased, his cheeks unconsciously turning pink at your comment.
“He’s the best...” You breathed out reaching out to pull him in a hug “Honestly Mason, thank you for this! I know you always say you’d do anything for me but that doesn’t mean I should take you for granted... you don’t know how much this all means to me!”
Letting you fall awkwardly in his arms due to the gear stick between you, he sighed “You never take me for granted honey, I adore you more than anything in the world... I’d travel way further than this if it meant getting you safely home! Trust me, I’d do so much more than this” His hands brushed along your arms, allowing him to feel your soaked-through coat which wasn’t providing you much heat now “How about you take that off, eh? It’s not doing any good for that cold you’re bound to get!” He suggested, already helping your arms out of it.
“I only have my blouse underneath tho mase...” You giggled, feeling the cold even more now it was off “This isn’t that practical either!”
“Here take my sweater!” Mason smiled, not hesitating to take it off.
“No Mase please don’t..” You pleaded “I don’t want you to get ill as well, please keep it on.” But it was too late, before you could even get all your words out the thick hoodie was off his body and onto yours. “What are you going to wear now?” You sighed in contentment as his hoodie shielded you from the cold. “Don’t worry about that darling...” He smirked, pulling out one of his training jackets from the back of the car “I always come prepared! That’s why I also brought you this...” Along with his jacket, he also pulled out one of your old thick blankets, causing your heart to melt “I thought you might need this to keep you warm till we are at home, I know the journeys are not that long and my hugs are way better than that old, tatted thing but it’ll do!”
You couldn’t get words out as you stared into his dark brown eyes, only finding the look of love and sincerity in them. “Are you okay darling?” Mason asked, noticing the tears brimming your eyes as you tried to get the words out. Shaking your head, you let the tears flow out “I don’t deserve you...” You sobbed dramatically, knowing that you were slightly overreacting but after a long tiring day, he couldn’t judge you!
“Oh, princess..” He cooed, wrapping an arm around you. He knew he didn’t have to say much when you were like this, all you needed was some form of his touch to calm you down “How about we get you home eh? And then we can swap that blanket for a proper hug...”
“That sounds good...” You sniffled, pulling away from him slightly so he could start the engine. But like always your hand remained in his, and that’s how it stayed till you arrived home. The drive home was a quiet one, the radio being the only sound as you both sat in your content bubble. Once you were pulled up in your driveway, Mason squeezed your hand tight, shooting you a tired smile “You ready to brace this storm again...”
Reflecting his smile, you nodded “together?” Not replying straight away, he opened his door running around to your side as he clipped off your seatbelt, lifting you out as you held the blanket of the two of your heads “Always!”
With his approval, you both sprinted to the front door, not even caring about the neighbor’s future noise complaints as your squeals and laughter mixed in with the sound of thunder. It was times like this that made you realise just how lucky you were, not by having a well-paid job or living in a million-pound mansion but by living this crazy life with your soulmate! & that means so much more than the amount of money you had or how stable the roof on top your head was...
Once you were safely inside, you both immediately got changed into a matching pair of Christmas pajamas, ones that were conveniently from your first year spent with him on the holiday! Just like he promised, the old blanket was swapped for a comfier one, and more importantly his arms “Mhmm... Your so warm..” You sighed as you relaxed into his arms, glancing up at him as he switched on your favorite office episode. “warmer than your blanket...” He smirked, pulling you closer to him as you placed your hands onto his cheeks, pulling him to a soft kiss “Much warmer!”
No matter how many times he held your body close to his, no matter how many times he kissed your lips, it always felt the same way... like he was home... & it was that moment he realized home isn’t a place... it’s a person.
& that’s always been you!
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le4therfxce · 1 year
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Please feed my insatiable hunger Thomas Hewitt content I am BEGGING YOU.
Okay so like you have yk the usual standard requests like 'Slashers with a short s/o' 'Slashers with a chubby s/o' and that's cool but like, there's been this one thing that I've wanted, and ITS SO SPECIFIC OMG. Picture this: angsty Thomas x female! reader- She successfully escapes the Hewitt's with a victim, because she's aware that their lifestyle is horrific and she's not really suffering from too much Stockholm syndrome although she loves Thomas so it's kinda conflicting in a way, but plot twist.... SHE'S PREGNANT WITH HIS CHILD! (bonkers right) and he's aware she's carrying his baby, because she's like 3 months in already, so she and this victim get in a getaway car of some sorts, and Thomas is in hot pursuit, but they eventually lose him, so he kinda just loses the love of his life and his s/o is almost on the verge of a meltdown because she doesn't want to leave him but she doesn't want to be associated with that type of stuff, for the sake of herself and the baby. BUT I'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending so if anyone was to pull ALL of this off WITH a happy ending, you'd cure my depression. THIS IS THE SHIT I WANNA SEE, JUICY CONTENT, PLUS MOST ACC'S THAT DO REQUESTS ARE INACTIVE OR BUSY SO LIKE NOOOOO. someone pls help a poor reader out.
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ramspatula · 3 months
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Begonias | Kai Smith x reader
I love Lana Del Rey
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“-Money is the anthem! God you’re so handsome-!”
“Okay! Okay, honey. Not that I don’t love your singing, or you calling me handsome but we’re here.” Kai said turning the radio down am I smiles at him as he looked for somewhere to park.
“Thank you… for this.” I said and he smirked.
“Anything for you.” He told me and I tried to ignore how flustered it made me feel.
“You seriously didn’t have to do this, you know?” I said and he rolled his eyes.
“I seriously did. It’s your first day. It’d be wrong for me to not take you.” Kai protested and I smiled.
“You know my Dad is going to hold this against you, right?” I said and he rolled his eyes again.
“C’mon? Daddy dropping you off at his office for the job he gave you on the first day? What a bad first impression.” He said and it was my turn to roll my eyes.
“I’m just being an office assistant for a couple months so I can have some actual experience in an office environment. Then I can apply to work for Borg or someone. Plus I need money.” I told him and he gave me a reassuring smile.
“Borg would love to have you. Hey- he clearly pays me well.” He said and gestured to custom Cyrus car that had been made for him. It was a ridiculously expensive red sports car that was completely electric in the Borg fashion. Kai had worked for Borg since he was 17, originally on an internship apparently and had built himself up in the company. He dealt in security matters and testing out new inventions.
“Yeah I can see that.” I said before sitting up and turning to him. “How do I look?” I asked, striking a little pose whilst sitting and he looked me over.
“Gorgeous… and don’t listen to your Dad. The skirt is not too short and that’s coming from your boyfriend. Although the chances of me ripping it off tonight are high.” He said and I smirked.
“So you’re coming tonight?” I said and his face dropped. It was a big meal that my Dad had with his friends and some of my Uncles and cousins. Kai has avoided this dinner for months and did so last year but since it was the first year we were together. I let it slide but now we had almost been going out for two years. I wanted him to be there with me.
“I’m already on Daddy’s bad side. I think me being at that dinner would be the last straw. He already thinks I’m the reason you didn’t go to college.” Kai said and I gave him puppy eyes.
“Please?” I asked and he gave me a serious look.
“You’re going to be late.” He said and I just stared at him harder. “I’ll see what I can do… love you.” He said and I kissed him before opening the car door.
“Love you too!” I yelled as I closed the car door and I heard Lana blasting again at full volume I turned around and he winked at me as he sped off. I giggled to myself and held my skirt down from the gust of wind the car made. I shook my head with a big smile as I headed up the stairs. I pretended I didn’t see my Dad shake his head in disapproval in his office window. I held my head up high as I headed up into his office greeting everyone and receiving off guard thanks and greetings back. God this was a depressing work environment. I paused by my Dad’s office door as I heard him speaking.
“-she had a crush on him when she was 18! You think it would end there but no! He continues to poke his head around her until she’s 20 and immediately snatches her up! And he cancels all the time! Poor excuses if you ask me. He’s good for nothing! Can’t provide, he’s going nowhere in life and encourages the worst behaviour out of my daughter, she swears he had nothing to do with it but I know he’s the reason she didn’t go to College! All her life she spoke about wanting to-“ I pushed the door open, carrying a file that had been handed to me and a coffee for my father.
“He’s not going nowhere, Dad. Who else do you know of that’s got into an internship at Borg’s company at 17 and at 25 is now a leading part of his security. He deals with the ninja Dad! Thats a huge thing!” I interrupted and he rolled his eyes.
“You always had a crush on that red one too. Don’t tell me you’re going to be dating him next.” Dad grumbled and I rolled my eyes.
“Dad, I heard it takes them 10 years to even master basic ninjitsu! The fire ninja is probably 30.” I told him and he stared at me out the corner of his eye.
“Age gap didn’t stop you before.” He snarked and I slammed the file down.
“Stop it! Kai’s 25, not 50. It’s not uncommon for a 21 year old to go out with a 25 year old. Or an 20 year old to go out with a 24 year old. Stop making out like he’s a creep. Plus the age gap between you and Mom was 5 years?!” I said and he shrugged.
“At least we were both in our 30s and not one of us a teenager- he over the age to be ID’d!” Dad said and his business colleague tried not to look awkward in the seat opposite my Dad’s by his desk.
“I’m going to be the mature one and end this. If you need me I’ll be with my supervisor doing my training.” I said and spun on my heel to walk out.
“And pull down that skirt!” He yelled and I resisted the urge to throw the new file in my hand at him. Instead I just shut his door and moved towards my supervisor.
They had a TV in the office with the news playing and I caught myself watching it when I noticed everyone else watching it as well. The ninjas were on the news. I watched as it showed the red ninja shutting down some mechanic that had gone haywire. I felt like I was the only one that noticed the way it had sliced his side and how he winced in pain and grabbed his side when the fight ended. He quickly moved away before it switched to the green ninja taking on two with the peach ninja who glitched away from all attacks. They worked together perfectly and I felt a certain jealously creep up inside me. A bitterness at the fact that me and Kai would never be able to work that well together. He’d forever be that guy who successfully raised his little sister, worked all his life and came out on top and I’d always be the girl who had everything handed to her. It didn’t matter that Lord Garmadon had stripped my mother away from me. It didn’t matter that Kai was the only person who taught me how to smile again. It didn’t matter that my father wouldn’t look at me for years, especially as I got older, because I looked too much like her. It didn’t matter that no one had hugged me since my mother had died. I was 10. Me and Kai could relate that much on not having a mother and feeling as if we had to raise ourselves, except he actually did and had to raise another. I looked back down after the earth ninja and pink ninja came on screen and she helped the fire ninja’s injury on his side as the earth ninja protected them both. Again, working as a perfect team. I went back to typing on my computer.
“Damn ninjas! Always having to show off! No one needs to backflip to take down a bot! Showboating is never impressive.” I heard my Dad curse as he moved to the office printer and I rolled my eyes. I looked back up as the lightning ninja backflipped off a bot in sync with the water ninja and they both blasted the bots with their power, rendering them useless.
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“What the hell is up with you?!” Cole hissed out as he used his strength to knock a bot away.
“You’re never this distracted, red.” Pearl added as he quickly put a medical seal on his wound that had been created by Borg to temporarily freeze land apply pressure to any wound for a couple hours. Kai hissed in pain as he felt the bandage take and suck at his skin and wound.
“It’s just… spitfire… she’s got this huge family dinner thing and she wants me to be there but you know how much her Dad hates me.” Kai hissed out as Pearl created a little shield around her and Kai as they waited for the pain to numb and for him to get back into action. Her powers allowed her to temporarily bring the realm she sees into around her as to act like a shield. It was Peach whose power allowed her to completely go through realms and objects like they didn’t exist. They called her powers ‘glitching’ rather than whatever technical name it had.
“Then don’t go. She’d probably be thankful for an excuse not to go.” Cole said and Kai leant back on his arms.
“That was my plan but it’s her first day working for him as well. I feel like I need to be with her tonight.” He carried on and Cole ripped out the bot’s power pack. It crumbled like nothing and he dodged the other bot that shot at him.
“Then go… it’s once a year and it shows that her father’s wrong about you not being serious because you’d actually be there to laugh at him.” Pearl added and Kai threw his head back.
“This has been my debate all day!” He groaned and shook his head.
“Peach we could use your help over here!” Pearl said and in an instant she appeared behind Pearl and kicked a smaller bot away from the two.
“What’s up?” She asked and Pearl noticed a gash on her thigh and got to work, grabbing her leg unexpectedly as she yelped.
“Does Kai go to the family dinner or nah?” She asked and Peach looked to him.
“That big family one?” She asked and Kai nodded. “Fuck yeah. Her Dad already hates you.” Peach added and Kai rolled his eyes.
“I know that but going would make him even more mad at me.” Kai said Peach rolled her eyes back as Pearl began smoothing the bandage.
“It’s not about her Dad- are you done?! It’s about her! Just go… or arrive halfway through with flowers and dressed nicely. Say you got caught up at work! That’ll get them thinking you’re not a vigilante clad in red that just got cut in the side by a giant bot.” She said and Pearl finally let go of her leg and she glitched her hand through another bot and ripped out its power pack.
“That’s a good idea actually.” Cole said and he rests his katana over his shoulder. Random wires hung over it.
“I’m taking credit.” Pearl said to be shoved by Peach.
“The fuck did you do?” She asked and Pearl looked up sharply.
“Ask you.” Pearl said and you could see her grin from behind the mask.
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I had gone home in my Dad’s car with his driver and unfortunately him. He’d been in a horrible mood all day and I stared out the window as he ranted to me but not actually because I wasn’t listening.
“Is sparky coming or not?” Dad asked and I rolled my eyes.
“It’s Kai and he doesn’t know if he’s going to be working late or not.” More like if he can deal with you tonight. I know I can’t! I thought to myself.
“Of course… but what do you expect?! I think you’re putting too much into this relationship. You’re both so young and there’s no way he’ll be ready to settle any time soon. Boys like him, Y/n. They don’t stick around for marriage. Don’t be fooled.” He told me and I whipped my head around sharply.
“And how would you know?! Because you strung along my mother for years until you decided you were ready to settle down? Kai shows me a lot more attention than you ever showed my mother. He treats me better as well. Which is lucky considering I was raised to think Mommy and Daddy arguing everyday was normal.” I said and he went silent.
“I loved your mother.” His pathetic reply was and I rolled my eyes.
“You don’t have to remind me. You could’ve even look at me for 5 years after she died! And you want to talk about Kai-?! You think he has ’ruined’ my life?! No- you did! Because you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to even hug your daughter when she cried over her mother’s dead body-! Let me out! I’m walking the rest of the way home!” I said and pulled at the door handle of the locked car.
“-No! Don’t!” Dad quickly demanded and I threw myself back on my seat and crossed my arms, looking away from him. “I’m sorry, dear.” He said and I rolled my eyes, not letting the tears fall, it wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation. “I just worry you’re spending too much of your time on this boy instead of you. God knows your mother did the same for me and we were much older.” I held my forehead.
“I didn’t want to go to college because I didn’t want to leave home.” I said and I could feel his shocked stare on me.
“What…?” He said in shock and I sighed.
“Last time I left home to go to a school I would live at… I got halfway there before I had no mother.” I said and I felt his posture soften.
“It had nothing to do with Kai. Although I wish it did. It’d be a much easier problem to fix… he actually tried to encourage me to go. Even said he’d pay my tuition fees if for some reason that’s what I was worried about. Also said he’d pay for any travel home or there and if he could he’d pick me up.” I said and I heard my father sigh.
“I’m sorry… I just get worried that he’s bringing you into a world you weren’t made for. I know he’s had a rough history.” Dad said and the car came to a stop outside our house which was way too big for the two of us. But I guess if you run data processing company, it earns big money.
“Can we just put this aside for tonight? I’m tired enough as it is.” I said and he nodded in agreement before we both got out the car and I said thanks and goodbye to my Dad’s driver. Lorris. God I really fucking hope Kai turns up.
I had called and messages way too many times and he hadn’t answered. I guess this was his shitty way of saying “I’m not coming”. I huffed retouched my make up and smoothed out my outfit before making my wake downstairs to say hello to everyone and sit down, ready for dinner. Which was served quickly after. That let me know what they were waiting for me.
I felt my foot get kicked from under the table and looked up to see my younger cousin who smiled cheekily at me and mouthed ‘I’m bored’. I smiled back in amusement and swallowed my bite before my plate was taken. They took the empty plate next to me that was reserved for Kai who didn’t turn up. I looked up to see my cousin again who frowned and asked me where he was. Well mouthed. ‘Work’ I mouthed back as an excuse and he rolled his eyes to which I laughed.
“Excuse me, Miss, but there’s someone in the entrance hall for you.” The butler my Dad had hired for tonight said and I nodded and walked into the hallway to see Kai all dolled up with a bouquet in his hands. I smiled in relief and joy before I ran to him. He picked me up and spun me around in a princess twirl before setting me down and I I smiled into him as he kissed my forehead.
“Hey princess, how was the dinner? Hope I’m not too late for desert? I stopped by that flower place near the noodle house and got you some Begonias because you said they reminded you of your mom and I thought you could use a reminder of her today. Your first day of work- speaking of work! When I tell you Borg was holding onto me like I was his favourite toy- the guy let me go as soon as I said I had to come see you though. He’s got some real respect for you- none for me though.” Kai ranted and I laughed before kissing him.
“We haven’t had desert yet…” I told him when we broke apart. He pushed me further against him and smirked.
“I know what I want…” He told me going in to kiss me more but I pulled away and grabbed his hand to lead him into the big dining hall. He awkwardly greeted everyone and I took the flowers off him. Begonias. My Mom used to grow them in her garden with my grandmother who also passed. I can’t believe he remembered that. I put them in a vase and joined everyone again.
“-truly remarkable how you and your group are so young and yet all such in great positions!” My uncle rambled on to Kai who smiled awkwardly.
“Yeah, we were all luckily enough to be accepted into his young leadership program.” Kai told him and I smiled then tried not laugh at my younger cousin’s expression. His total embarrassment at his father’s gushing.
“I mean even that Lloyd Garmadon-“ The mood soured and Kai became defensive. “-this world is not kind to him.”
“The Garmadons have wrecked so many lives. They don’t deserve the luxury of a normal life and equal opportunities.” Dad said and Kai’s fist clenched.
“You can’t blame the son for sins of the father. That’s not how it works and Lloyd is actually a really nice guy!” I defended and Kai eased up a bit.
“He’s a total nerd as well. Complete opposite of his Dad. Lloyd would never hurt a fly- I’m pretty sure the guy is still scared of the dark.” Kai added and I smiled.
“Lord Garmadon did many bad things. Imagine what his family went through during his evil days!” My uncle defended as well and my Dad huffed in defeat.
“You okay?” I asked Kai who immediately smiled and nodded.
“Of course, I’m with you.” Then why can’t you tell me the truth?
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I laid in bed with Kai. I was drawing circles on his bare chest. His abs peaked out from the top of the sheet that was lazily draped over his mid section. He was resting on both of his arms with his eyes closed. I smiled and leant further into him.
“God you’re gonna send me to sleep doing that, babe.” He said and I giggled before moving to straddle him.
“Oh really? That’s too bad.” I said and fully put my weight on him when he hissed and immediately raised myself up. “What?! What is it?!” I said and for a moment I feared he’d say I was too heavy but he just shuffled a bit.
“Okay you’re good now-“ He said and I looked to the side that was originally opposite me and noticed the fresh gash that was just staring to scab.
“What the hell?!” I said and scrambled to get off him and the bed to have a closer look but he held me in place. “What the fuck is that?!” I asked and he sat up. Immediately trying to calm me.
“It’s nothing- I’m okay-!”
“You’re okay?! That seems really-“
“It’s okay- just a little incident at work-“
“Little? Thats deep! I’m surprised you didn’t need stitches-“
“Hey-! Hey! Don’t freak out-“
“I am freaking! Why wouldn’t you tell me-?!”
“Because I didn’t want you freaking out like this…” He said as he held my face and I looked at him with big eyes.
“Did you tell Borg?! How many times are you gonna be this badly injured?” I asked and he looked down in shame? In himself?
“It’s just part of the job, sweetheart. Sometimes I get hurt- but I get hurt so others don’t.” Kai explained and I shook my head.
“No…”
“Yes.”
“No-! I mean it’s not right. It’s not…” Then suddenly I remember the red ninja from earlier. How he had a gash in his side and I groaned. “This is so exhausting, Kai.” I said and he nodded.
“I know…”
“You’re always hurt in some way, or tired, or- I don’t know it just seems like this job is too much.” I said and he nodded but also disagreed with me.
“If I didn’t have to do it, I wouldn’t.” Lie. I got off him and headed towards the shower. “Baby! Y/n! What’s up?” He asked and I took my hair out and let it down.
“Talk to me when you’re not going to lie. You love that job.” I said and I heard him sigh before getting up and soon I felt arms around my waist and a head on my neck.
“I’m sorry, okay? I thought I was saying what you wanted to hear. I promise I’ll tell you straight away next time.” He said and I stared at my reflection as he placed a kiss on my neck. Thats what he says every time. I just took a deep breath and agreed because who knows the next time Borg is going to send him on a week away or something or the other.
“Okay…” I said and I felt his body deflate a little.
“I mean it, okay?” He said and I nodded.
“I know you do.”n’t. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Then why do you lie so much?
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I Hate You, Be My Girlfriend: Part Three (Damian Wayne x Reader)
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Warnings: Again, bad Barbara characterization.
Word Count: 1,676
Summary: You finally meet Damian's family, and everything goes according to plan...until it doesn't?
You both got out of his car, stumbling your way to the daunting gates of Wayne Manor hand-in-hand. Unlike the other times Damian had returned to his childhood home, Alfred was not there to greet him with the dutiful smile he always carried. It was just another reminder of how much things have changed since he was 13, everything except him.  
His home loomed over him like a pitch black shadow, the lights that cascaded around the green hedges created an ominous glow. Never in Damian’s life had his father’s house felt as huge as it did now. He subconsciously pulled you in closer just so he could feel the warmth of your skin. You turned to him, eyes broad and dilated, the reflection of the inside lights almost making it seem like they were sparkling. 
“We aren’t even inside yet and I am already amazed! I can’t even imagine living in a place this huge!” You giggled like a frenzied child who had just experienced snow. 
The path to the manor’s main door felt like the calm before a storm with every step he was taking feeling like his own death march. One wrong move by either of you and you could be busted. His pride would be demolished and, well, you would be known as the poor unfortunate soul who made the deal with the Devil. 
What annoyed Damian even further was the fact that you seemed so awestruck with your surroundings that you couldn’t even bother to be worried like he was. Didn’t you understand that your reputation was on the line too? It was unbelievably frustrating, but what was even more frustrating was the fact that whenever he looked at you to scold you for it, his throat would clog up and he would suddenly remember how nice it felt to be holding your hand. 
“Do I look okay? You keep looking at me funny…” You asked softly. 
Damian scoffed, his face burning. “You look…fine…I just don’t understand how you look so calm.”
He absolutely despised how you looked at him as if you understood his whole being. “Oh. I guess I’m just excited about meeting your family.” You gave him another smile. “Plus, yknow, it’s not hard pretending to love..people…” 
There was a noticeable pressure in his chest when Damian heard those words, as if he was having heart palpitations, except heart palpitations never felt so torturously delightful. It only worsened when you continued to give him that adorable grin. The best decision seemed to ignore what he was feeling, especially since there was a more pressing matter at hand. 
Just in case all else failed, Damian made sure to create several fool proof contingency plans he could lay back on. He took one final breath before walking up the last few steps of the porch and grasping the golden doorknob, knocking on the dark wood. 
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Dick happened to be the one who let you guys into the enormous Manor, which you still were amazed at even if Damian gave you a side glare every few minutes. The older brother gave you a quick tour of the first floor which followed up with the most stressful game of 20 questions you had ever played. The questions were simple at first - how did you two meet and what classes are you taking in college? Once you met Damian’s other siblings though was when the questions became harder to answer without becoming an oozing puddle or exploding into a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
What did Damian do to gain your attention and by God, what made you want him out of all the other potential bachelors lining up on your doorstep. 
As if there were any other bachelors waiting on your doorstep. 
Thankfully, Damian was there to smooth out all the details with that casual suave charm he had - a charm that you are now realizing belongs to most of the members of his family. It was getting hard not to become antsy when Damian smiled so lovingly at you, all the while explaining the embarrassingly (and true) story of how you met in the library and how he had helped you get out from under a bookshelf that had fallen on top of you. Granted, it was a shelf that you had scaled because the particular book you wanted was on the top shelf, thus making it impossible for you to get. Still, it would have been nice to create a more romantic first meet story rather than just being pictured like an idiot. Although, you supposed, this was Damian and he would take any and every opportunity for you to look like an idiot. 
Other than that, everything seemed to be going according to plan. It seemed like Damian’s family liked you, and most importantly, they showed no sign of suspicion towards your guys’ relationship. His family was a little odd though, and you couldn’t help but wonder how Bruce Wayne managed to adopt so many chaotic and unique children in a row. 
You had met Dick first; He was the oldest there and seemed to keep the peace between everyone else in the family. His hair was dark, but you couldn’t tell if it was a deep brown or black and his eyes were a disturbingly bright blue. He was charming and easy to talk to, instantly making you feel like you were already part of the family. It was clear why Barbara loved him so much. 
You had met Tim next, who seemed to be at a loss at your appearance. Damian couldn’t help smirking at his face. Out of everyone, he was the most suspicious of you and Damian’s relationship, even stating how Damian seemed too sugary and sweet to be natural. Other than that, he seemed nice enough. The brothers seemed to have a love-hate relationship, most of which being perpetuated by Damian while Tim continued to play the tired and irritated older brother. Despite being the CEO of Wayne enterprise, he seemed so young, his face carrying the wrinkles and eyebags of a 50 year old. 
There were three girls at the dining table. You were introduced to all of them - Stephanie, Barbara and Cassandra -  but you talked the most to Stephanie, a blonde who was the closest to your age. She was really ecstatic to see Damian “in love” and she jokingly asked if he would propose to you soon. You managed to laugh off the proposition while Damian’s eyebrows creased as if he was actually considering it. Cassandra was quiet while Barbara exuded a confident quick-wittedness to her that made you feel she could point out everything you were doing wrong in your life. 
Eventually Alfred and who you assumed to be Jason came out with delicious smelling food, the latter of which grumbling about how no one else helped out because he was the only competent one in the kitchen. Damian had always depicted Jason as the black sheep of the family but you weren’t ever sure why. Other than having a chunk of his hair dyed a pearlescent white, he seemed fairly normal.
“Where’s father? Isn’t he supposed to be here?” Damian’s voice was quiet but maintained a steely undertone. Everyone shared a look with each other, then back at you, as if they were all in on a secret and you were the only one left out. 
“He uh, he’s getting things situated before we all leave tomorrow afternoon.” Tim hesitantly said. 
Damian leaned back in his chair, his face pulled into an unsatisfied scowl. “Of course he is.”
Damian never opened up to you about his relationship with his father, but it was safe to say that they weren’t that close. You and him never shared the type of relationship in which he could be vulnerable with you, but it felt imperative that you were there for him, even if he was uncomfortable with it. 
You gently put your hand on top of his seeing as how it calmed him down before, swallowing all the nervousness you had and kissed his cheek. You tried your best to make it seem seamless and natural, but it most likely wasn’t. “I’m sure we’ll get to see him tomorrow morning, Dami.”
The look Damian gave you melted your heart. It was a mix between staggered and confused, like a deer caught in the middle of the road about to be hit by a truck.  
“Jeez, get a room you two! You’re worse than the engaged couple!” Jason laughed. 
“Do you see how red they are, it’s like they haven’t kissed before!” Tim argued, still mildly suspicious. 
That seemed to knock some sense back into Damian’s bewildered state, looking to Drake than back at you. His face lit up dangerously. “Shut up Drake, of course I have kissed my girlfriend.”
“Uh huh, so it wouldn’t be a problem if you two kissed right now?” The water you had previously been drinking almost surged out of your mouth, your eyes wide. 
“I-I…Dami..Damian isn’t really a fan of public affection like that and-” Damian squeezed your hand again, causing you to stop mid sentence. 
“Hush, beloved. It’s just one simple kiss. We’ve done way worse stuff before.” He husked. You did your best to keep the not-so-clean thoughts out of mind when he mentioned the last part. Damian swiftly pulled you closer to the point where you were half in your chair, half sprawled on his lap. “Plus, if I get to prove Tim wrong, then it’s just a bonus.”
Your body was completely on fire, every single touch Damian graced you with sending fireworks bursting along your skin. Breath was in short supply and you were pretty sure your hands were becoming clammy with sweat. He titled your chin up with his forefinger and thumb, looking down at you as if he really did love you. You tried not to let the possibility of it being true drown you. It was an impossible task, especially when you can feel his gentle lips barely gracing yours. 
You were doomed. 
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I am evil >:)
Writing part three really was a demonstration of patience and trusting the writing process, and how taking breaks are necessary. Four hours ago, I felt like banging my head against a wall at how terrible this originally was and it wasn't until I stepped away, took a nice bath and baked some cookies that I everything started to click into place.
But I am extremely tired and am going to pass out in the next five seconds.
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No Such Thing As A Free Ride
I am going to rewrite The Hitcher with Soap and Ghost and you cannot stop me.
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It's pissing it down out there.
Johnny can barely hear the radio over the sound of the rain, which has practically turned his windshield into a solid sheet of water. He's turned up the wipers on the rental car as fast as they can go, is half-afraid they'll go flying off, and they still can't keep up with the downpour. Isn't Texas supposed to be a desert? It sure had looked like it before the clouds rolled in, bringing night early and opening up with an unexpected fury. If he'd wanted to deal with this crap weather, he'd have stayed home in Scotland.
Well, no he wouldn't.
Life at home had been stifling as of late. Job was shite, flatmates were shite. Family on his arse to make something of himself. His girlfriend dumped him, claiming he "lacked direction", whatever the hell that meant. He turned in his nametag, cashed his last paycheck, and hopped on a plane across the pond, and fuck you all very much.
He's the only one on the road right now, at least as far as he can see. Which, granted, is hardly anything. He's tempted to pull over, wait the storm out on the side of the road, but he knows about flash floods. Drowning in the middle of the desert would just be embarrassing. Plus, he'd like to get his deposit back on the rental. He drives on at half the speed limit, white-knuckling the wheel and hoping he doesn't get mowed over by one of those fuck-off big trucks he's seen at every gas station.
He would've missed the figure entirely had he been going full speed: a sodden silhouette of a human being plodding along the side of the road. As it is, it takes a full second for the sight to process and for Johnny to slam on the brakes, nearly losing control of the car as it starts to hydroplane. Once he's come to a shaky stop, he checks the rearview mirror - that is definitely a person. Poor bastard must've run their car off the road when the storm hit.
Johnny puts the car in reverse and backs up, slowly so the stranger doesn't think he's trying to run them down. As soon as he pulls abreast of them, he throws open the passenger door so the interior light comes on.
"You need a lift, mate?" he calls, shouting nearly full volume to be heard over the rain.
The stranger is a man, fucking big bastard too, and Johnny feels a slight prickle of misgiving that he quickly shakes off. He's no stranger to the gym, and pretty scrappy in a fight if it comes down to it, so he figures he can defend himself if the guy turns out to be Ted Bundy.
He's starting to think it'll be a nonissue since the man hasn't said anything or even acknowledged Johnny, but then he ducks into the passenger seat and pulls the door shut behind him in one startlingly swift, silent movement.
The overhead light goes off with the door shut, and Johnny only has the faint glow of the dashboard to study the man he just invited into his space. He's got a dark jacket with the hood pulled up, and some kind of mask covering his face from the nose down. It must be uncomfortable, soaked through as he is, but he makes no move to take it off, even when Johnny reaches over to turn up the heat.
He seems even bigger in the confines of the car, swallowing up the space in a way that makes it harder for Johnny to breathe. He has to swallow a few times before he speaks.
"Which way you headed?" he asks.
The stranger stays silent, just staring out at the rain. Johnny's about to repeat himself when, in the space of a blink, the man turns to face him. He jumps at the sudden movement, heart in his throat for no good reason. The stranger is pale, a shock of blond hair plastered to his forehead over even blonder eyebrows. But what gets Johnny is his eyes. They're dark, so endlessly deep and dark against that light hair and the surrounding shadow of the hood, and Johnny feels like he's staring into the empty sockets of a skull.
"I'm getting your seats all wet," the stranger says.
His voice is deep, rough. A stone door grating shut over the mouth of the tomb.
And, even more surprisingly, British. Northern, from the sound of it, maybe around Manchester. Johnny tells himself the lurch in his stomach is from the excitement of meeting an unexpected neighbor this deep in the States.
"Um," he says. Clears his throat. "'S alright. It'll dry."
Brilliant conversation, John. Fantastic stuff.
"I'm Johnny, by the way." He feels immature and stupid the moment the nickname exits his mouth. "John. Mactavish."
A few beads of water drip off the stranger's hood, and Johnny's starting to shiver even though he's not the one that's soaked to the bone. He puts the car in drive and pulls back out onto the road, even though he still doesn't know what direction his passenger is heading. Anything is better than being swallowed up by the unfathomable depths of that gaze.
The radio's gone to static, so Johnny shuts it off. Just the road and the rain and his pulse in his ears and the black hole presence in the seat next to him.
The man fiddles about in the center console a bit, coming up with a cigarette lighter adapter Johnny had forgotten was there. He plugs it in and produces a damp carton of cigarettes from some inside coat pocket. Instead of pulling the mask down, he rolls it up from the bottom, revealing a strong chin and a wide mouth with a scar running through it. Johnny's own mouth feels dry as he watches from the corner of his eyes while the stranger taps a smoke free from the pack and places it between his lips.
"Best not do that in here," he blurts. "It's not my car."
The man acts as though he didn't hear him.
Johnny jumps when the cigarette lighter pops out. The stranger plucks it free, studies the glowing orange circle like it's the most interesting thing in the car. Then he cuts his gaze over to Johnny and presses it to the tip of his cigarette.
There's a faint sizzle as the damp paper lights up, and Johnny feels like he's burning up with it. His ma always said he had an overactive imagination, but he could swear the man next to him is thinking about pressing that ring of fire into flesh instead of paper.
The man takes a deep drag, then cracks the passenger window and blows the smoke in its general direction.
"Name's Ghost."
Johnny exhales, long and slow through his nose. Okay. The bloke's clearly had a shit day, just needed a hit of nicotine before he could be civil. That's okay. He nods like the man hasn't given him one of the most fucked up names he could have in this situation.
"So, what brings you all the way out here to the good old U.S. of A.?" Maybe if he can keep a conversation going, he'll stop feeling like he's made a terrible mistake.
Ghost just shrugs. Christ, he's a big fucker. His shoulders must be almost twice as broad as Johnny's, and Johnny's no scrawny little shrimp. Why is he thinking about his shoulders?
The rain is starting to ease up, but they're well past sundown and it's still dark as hell out there. The headlights catch a glint of something reflective. After a bit of squinting, Johnny can make out the shape of a car nose-first in a roadside ditch.
"That yours?"
They're quite a ways down the road from where he picked up Ghost. No wonder he was in a mood.
"Nah."
Johnny sits up a bit, surprised. What are the odds of him coming across two travelers stranded in the rain along the same stretch of road? The car definitely looks to be in rough shape, though. He doesn't really have room for another person in here, what with his bags and all, but he could give them some dry clothes, a bit of first aid, offer to send help back from the next town. He starts to slow down.
Ghost's hand clamps down on Johnny's thigh and presses his foot to the accelerator. Johnny tries to lift his foot, but it's like fighting against a mountain.
"What the hell?" he shouts. "Let go of me, you big bastard!"
The numbers on the speedometer are climbing alarmingly fast. Ghost's hand is burning hot even through the fabric of his gloves and Johnny's jeans and steamin' jesus no one's hands have a right to be that big. They shoot past the other car, moving far too quickly to see if there's anyone inside, and Ghost's grip on Johnny's leg is getting tighter.
They're going almost 100 mph now, and Johnny's getting ready to throw the emergency brake in desperation when Ghost suddenly lets go. Johnny eases off the gas, hits the brake as soon as they've slowed enough that it won't send the car into a tailspin. His thigh is cold, tingling. He whips around to glare at Ghost in righteous anger and not a little fear.
"What the fuck was that about, you arsehole? We could have crashed!" He's shaking now as the adrenaline starts to drop, and rakes a frantic hand through his hair. "Someone back there could've needed help!"
Ghost stares at him, implacable.
"Keep driving, Johnny."
He'll never be able to explain - to the cops or god or anyone else - why he listens.
"We need to get to town," he rambles aloud to himself as his brings them up to a safe and reasonable speed. "Tell them there's been a wreck and they need to send help."
Ghost tosses his cigarette butt out the window.
"Don't bother. It's too late for him."
Johnny's going to give himself whiplash with the number of times he's twisted his head to stare at the other man.
"What d'you mean, 'too late'? Did you see him earlier? Why didn't you say anything?"
Ghost doesn't answer. Johnny's starting to feel really uneasy.
"What the fuck does 'too late' mean, Ghost?!"
That gets his attention. There's a heat in Ghost's eyes that wasn't there before, like the heat of his hand on Johnny's thigh, or the heat of a cherry red ember.
"Too late means dead, Johnny." There's a soft huff from behind the mask that could maybe be mistaken for a laugh. "Bled out from a hole in the head."
It's probably not safe to have his eyes off the road for this long, but Johnny can't look away. It's instinct, the prey needing to know where the predator is at all times.
"How do you know?" he croaks.
Ghost's eyes are sparkling.
"'Cause I'm the one that gave it to him."
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