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fluentmoviequoter · 22 days

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I Don't Want Easy

This is a combination of an idea I had and this request!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!reader

Summary: When Tim leaves in the middle of the night, you don't know what happened. After you find out you're pregnant a few weeks later, you must decide whether you want to wait for the man who abandoned you or move on.

Warnings: angst, pregnancy (r is pregnant), discussions of divorce, brief mention of fainting and hospitals, mention of cheating, there is a fluffy ending with comfort I promise

Word Count: 2.0k+ words

A/N: I feel like this could have been better and longer, so I may continue it later!

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You’re used to being alone when you wake up. Today, though, feels different. The house is silent and there’s no sign of Tim.

Four hours before, Tim moved silently through the shadows of your home to gather his things. His Metro captain texted him an urgent SOS, a signal to go undercover. You know that Tim has been undercover before, but the current case requires a certain disconnection. Tim can’t tell anyone, not even you, his wife, that he is leaving or where he is going. Uttering a single word would jeopardize numerous lives, and despite Tim’s guilt about leaving you, the lingering idea of being the reason for the death of his fellow officers convinces him to stay quiet. Tim kisses your forehead and whispers an apology before he slips out, unsure when, or if, he will see you again.

As you walk through the house later, you notice some of Tim’s essential belongings are gone. There’s no note, no messages, and you feel a deepening sense of dread. Tim has been stressed lately, and you know that he can struggle to deal with his emotions. When you see that Tim’s go bag is gone, you know somehow that Tim is gone, and not just for the day. The sunrise illuminates your home and the absence of your husband… perhaps your new normal.

✯✯✯✯✯

Six weeks later, you’re pacing in your kitchen as Angela ends a phone call.

“Nothing,” she sighs. “No one in the division has heard from him since, uh, since he left you,” she tells you.

“I’m scared,” you admit quietly.

“Hey, no matter what happens, you’re not alone, okay?”

Angela pulls you close before hugging you. The timer on your phone chimes a moment later, and Angela nods before leading you back to the bathroom. A pregnancy test lies in wait, and you clutch Angela’s hand in one of yours as you flip it over.

“It’s positive,” you whisper.

“And?” Angela asks.

“I’m really happy, I think. But I also don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I can’t keep waiting for him, Angela.” “He may not be gone, not from you,” Angela soothes. “He’s disappeared suddenly before.”

“For a day, Angela! It’s been a month and a half. Tim isn’t coming back.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

You chew your bottom lip before asking, “Does Wesley know any good divorce lawyers?”

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Within a week, you have the papers to file for divorce on grounds of abandonment. Your lawyer is confident that if Tim can’t be found by the LAPD, he won’t contest the divorce. You, however, can’t seem to find the courage to sign the papers and return them. After another sleepless night worrying about Tim and what you’ll do without him, you call your lawyer and tell her you’ve changed your mind.

“Keep the papers, okay?” she says. “And if you change your mind and want to file them later, give me a call.”

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Four months later, your stomach is proudly showing your baby bump. The divorce papers are still sitting on your table, and you look at them every time you walk past them. Rubbing your hand over your growing bump, you wonder what happened to push Tim away so thoroughly and so suddenly. With your due date growing closer and your future on the line, you know that you need to file the papers, but you can’t.

Across town, Tim and three other Metro officers stumble into the station. They’ve been working nonstop, living in violent environments, and moving around so frequently that they often didn’t know where they were when they tried to sleep.

“There’s one more house to purge,” their captain says. “If we can hit it today, you can all go home and sleep easy.”

Tim sighs before leaving the station yet again. The case is closed by the end of the day, but Tim doesn’t know if he should or can go home. You’ve been alone for so long; Tim doesn’t even know if you are still his wife.

After checking into a nearby hotel, Tim gets comfortable for the first time in too long, but his thoughts keep drifting to you and the emptiness beside him.

You wake with a start as glass shatters. The sun is rising, and you rush into your closet to call 911. They promise that an officer is nearby and will arrive to help you soon. With your hands clutched protectively over your stomach, you wait for the familiar sound of sirens. Angela will insist that you stay with her until your house is secure once again. Your thoughts are ripped from Angela and her protectiveness as someone walks into your bedroom.

“LAPD!” an officer yells from the front door.

The man in your room rushes back out, and you hear the following commotion as he’s placed under arrest. Standing shakily, you try to calm down before you exit the closet.

“Bradford,” an officer says when he sees you.

Tim turns, and his shoulders drop, like he’s never been more relieved. When his eyes drop to your bump, however, the tension returns, and his eyes widen. You watch his fast-changing reaction, and when it meets your fear from the break-in and the stress of being pregnant alone, you feel like you may faint. As you extend an arm toward the wall to steady yourself, one of the other officers moves toward you and yells for the paramedics. When they enter, and push Tim back, he can’t look away from you and the small crowd separating him from you. Your hand isn’t visible from his position, but he looks down at his wedding ring and wonders if you still have one on, too.

“How far along are you?” a kind EMT asks.

“Uh, 17 weeks,” you answer.

Tim calculates quickly and realizes that you got pregnant just before he left. Or after. Because you are safe, though you agree to go to the hospital to get checked out, Tim leaves before you do to return to the station. He won’t admit that your reaction to seeing him again drove him away, not to anyone at the station. Your reaction causes him to think that you don’t want him around, and don’t need him, so Tim will stay gone.

“Tim!” Angela calls when he returns.

“Hey, Lopez. I need your help,” he replies.

“I heard the call over the radio. How much do you know?”

“More than I’m supposed to, I’m sure.”

“What are you going to do about it?” “Move out. Permanently.”

“What? Timothy, are you out of your mind? She needs you! She’s been miserable the past four months!” “Because of me! I made her miserable because I didn’t think I had another choice, and I won’t do it again. I have a choice now.”

“Tim, you have to go home and talk to her.”

“She has other people now, Angela.”

Angela stops quickly, and the look in Tim’s eyes saddens her.

“You don’t think you’re the father?”

“It’s been a long time since I left,” Tim says softly.

“She wouldn’t cheat on you.”

“I know that. But if she knew that I left her, and left me, too…”

“Go home and talk to her,” Angela demands. She knows the truth and knows that Tim needs to hear it. “Trust me for once.”

When you get back from the hospital, everything is a blur. You’re upset because someone broke into your house, emotional because of the pregnancy hormones, and confused about why Tim was here, acting like an ordinary patrol cop after disappearing for months. Everything hurts, inside and out, yet you don’t know how to deal with it without Tim.

Someone knocks on the door, and you assume one of your neighbors saw the police car drop you off and wants to check on you. You are incredibly wrong; you realize when you open the door and see Tim. He freezes with his hand poised to knock again.

The sight of you causes Tim to panic. He suddenly can’t find the words to say, because none of them seem good enough to explain himself and make you see that he still loves you. His sudden silence reads as disinterest, and his lack of comfort causes your emotional, stressed, confused body to react poorly. Your stomach flips and you leave the door open as you rush inside. Tim watches your face change before you run inside, and he doesn’t hesitate to follow after you.

Tim enters the bathroom beside you and gathers your hair in one of his hands as the other presses against your spine.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I got you. I’m not leaving this time.”

Your breaths grow shallow, and Tim pulls you close until you have both calmed down. Once your breaths begin to match his, Tim moves to see your face, and you ask him to take you to the kitchen for water. He agrees and keeps both hands on you as he helps you stand and leads you through your once-shared house. As you prepare a glass of ice water, Tim notices the papers on your table. He reads the names at the top and hates himself for waiting so long to try to talk to you; he should have come straight home and shown you what you mean to him.

“Do you- do you want me to sign these?” Tim asks as he raises the petition.

When you see him holding divorce papers, and offering to sign them because he thinks that you want him to, tears blur your eyes, and your water falls to the floor. Ice cubes and water spill across the kitchen floor, and you sink to your knees in the puddle to gather the broken pieces. It’s symbolic, and your tears multiply as you realize that your life is similarly spilled and broken.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tim calls as he enters. “Don’t.”

He lowers his hands to help you up, but you don’t move. Tim sits in the water beside you and waits for you to come to him. The moment your head hits his chest, your tears slow. Months without Tim didn’t change anything, you realize; nothing important, because he can still comfort you with a touch and cares about you and your safety.

“What are you doing here?” you ask against his shirt.

Tim sighs before telling you about the case. He doesn’t leave anything out, because you deserve the truth, but he doesn’t complain when you cling to him during his account of the most dangerous moments. He came home, and that’s what matters now, but you have something to explain to him, too.

“I didn’t sign the papers,” you admit. “Couldn’t. When I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t want to do it alone, but I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone but you. Tim, you could’ve come home the moment you returned.”

“No one would have blamed you for leaving. Anticipating it was better than being blindsided by it.”

“So, what now?” you ask.

Tim kisses your cheek, and you turn to look at him before giving him a proper welcome-home kiss.

“Now,” he says against your lips. He pulls back and continues, “Now, we start where we left off, and I do what I should have done four months ago.”

“What’s that?”

“Not leave. You, both of you, are never going to be alone again. I promise.”

You nod and move your hands over his shoulders to pull yourself closer. Your bump gets in the way, and Tim chuckles before murmuring that he’ll have to get used to that.

“Let’s go,” Tim says before lifting you from the wet floor. “Lopez is probably calling you.”

“Tim. This won’t be easy,” you say. “We both missed a lot.”

“I don’t want easy. I want to be married to you and learn to do it all together, no matter how long that takes. Anything you want, it’s done. You want room, say the word.”

“I don’t want room now.”

“Then let’s go catch up. Want me to order food?”

“That or cook in a wet kitchen.”

“What do you and the baby here want?”

“Daughter,” you interject. Tim hums in question and you smile before explaining, “We’re having a girl.”

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justabigassnerd · 1 year

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Boys Are Jerks

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader

Word count - 3,309

Warnings - swearing, teenagers being assholes, protective Hangman, Rooster & Coyote, angst

Summary - You get asked out as a dare by a boy in your grade, unfortunately for him and his friends, you have an overprotective father & squad of naval aviators behind you

A/N - hey y'all I strike once more with a new fic! This was an anon request but with the love 'Hangman junior' got I was bound to write a new fic at some point (I have some ideas for more of this universe). As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

People would always say you were a carbon copy of your father, Jake Seresin, and you more often than not you found yourself agreeing. You shared the same wit and personality. But the thing that really proved you were your father’s daughter, was that you caught boy’s attention the same way your dad caught the attention of women. You never asked for it, but it was always thoroughly entertaining to see the various ways boys would try to get your attention. Despite you having the choice of most of the boys in your grade at school you had your eye on one guy in your grade. Liam Clark was one of the most popular guys in your grade. He was good-looking and captain of the football team. He was one of the only guys not constantly hitting on you, so you figured he wasn’t interested and so just minded your own business while admiring him from afar.

One day however, when you were at school, you were getting books from your lockers when Liam popped up behind you, asking your friends if he could talk to you alone. Your friends were hesitant at first, but you reassured them that you’d be fine and catch up with them in a bit. When your friends left the two of you in peace, he leant against the locker next to yours and glanced down at you.

“So, can I help you with something?” You ask lightly, closing your locker after you’ve gathered the books you need.

“You can actually. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out on a date sometime? You’re pretty cute and I’d love to get to know you more.” He asks coolly, his lips turning up into a smirk when he notices the blush covering your cheeks.

“Uh… yeah! I’d love to!” You manage to say after being rendered speechless for a couple of seconds.

“Great. Does Friday work?” He asks, raising an eyebrow as you nod. At your agreement he nods and tells you he’ll message you on Instagram later with more details before backing away and heading off to his next class, leaving you a blushing mess.

Nearing the end of the school day it was finally sinking in that Liam asked you on a date and you were buzzing. You couldn’t believe it and you just couldn’t wait for Friday to come. When you got home that day, your dad instantly noticed that you were happy and asked you what got you in such a good mood.

“I just had a good day today that was all.” You replied with a grin before heading upstairs to do your homework and wait for Liam to message you.

The next day felt like it flew by. It was Thursday which meant tomorrow was the day you had your date with Liam, and you just couldn’t wait. He’d been telling you about a nice diner along the seafront which sounded great to you. At the end of the day, you made your way to your locker to put your books away after the final bell and you were already planning how to convince your dad to let you go out. Maybe you’d speak to Phoenix and Bob, and they’d help you talk to your dad about it. As you neared your locker you walked past an empty classroom and heard the familiar voice of Liam and his friends as they laughed.

“I still can’t believe it was that easy to convince her to go on a date.” Liam laughs as he folds his arms across his chest, being jostled by his friends as they laugh too.

“Just gotta get her to admit she likes you and get that kiss and the twenty bucks are yours.” One of his friends says and your heart drops into your stomach at the realisation of what was going on. You were a fucking bet.

“Weren’t you saying her dad’s one of those Navy guys, right? So I bet she’s never had her first kiss, so you really have to pull out the ‘nice guy’ act. Maybe if you meet her dad you have to be all ‘yes sir, no sir’ with him.” Another one of his friends teases, all of them mockingly saluting and jostling each other as they laugh again. Just as you decide to move away from the door, you get noticed.

“Seems we have some company.” Someone points out, every guy in the room turning to face you as you fight back the tears that threaten to build.

“I guess she heard all that?” Another guy says, pushing Liam forward to speak as he laughs and tells his friends to quieten down.

“I mean I don’t know what you expect me to say, y/n. Did you really think I would really go out with someone like you?” He scoffs, biting back a grin as his friends make comments behind him.

“He’s not wrong, Seresin. He’s captain of the football team and you’re just… well there’s no way to describe you is there.” One of the guys says as he claps Liam on the back.

“Fuck you.” You manage to spit out before turning on your heels and retreating. You shoved your books away before rushing out of the school building and making your way home as quickly as you could while tears began to blur your vision. When you finally reached your house, you were relieved to see your dad’s truck wasn’t in the driveway which meant he was still at Top Gun, and you wouldn’t have to deal with his questions. You enter the house quickly, slamming the door behind you before kicking your shoes off and darting upstairs. The second you reach your room you abandon your bag on the floor and curl up on your bed, sobbing into your pillow as the words that Liam and his friends said swim around your head. You pulled your spare pillow over your head as if that would protect your brain from the cruel thoughts that were beginning to seep into your brain. You cry until you physically can’t anymore and just as the tears start to slow you hear your phone buzz. You move the pillow from on top of your head and pick up your phone, seeing a text from your dad.

‘Hey y/n/n. We’re all at the Hard Deck so you’re free to come down whenever.’

As you read the message you were tempted to say you weren’t feeling great and wasn’t feeling up to a trip to the Hard Deck, but this was a weekly thing you did with your dad and Dagger Squad, and you figured if anyone on the planet could make you feel better it would be your dad and his team. You send him a message, saying that you were just going to freshen up and then you’d be on your way. You head into the bathroom and splash your face with cold water to make it look less like you’ve just been bawling your eyes out and once you were confident that you looked okay, you grabbed your phone and head back downstairs to put your shoes on and head to the Hard Deck.

When you arrive at the Hard Deck you take a deep breath before you head into the bar and immediately locate your dad and his team. They were, as usual, around the pool table and dart board and you made your way over to them giving them a small smile when they noticed you. Coyote immediately brought you into a hug and ruffled your hair like he always did but he failed to get anything other that a half smile and a weak hug back. When Rooster greeted you, he got a similar treatment, you gave him a weak hug and greeted him quietly. It seemed to be how you were greeting everyone, even Hangman when he returned from the bar with drinks. The gathered members of Dagger Squad talk amongst each other as you sit at a table with Bob. Bob tried to make conversation with you but when he was met with no reply, he just fell silent too. He didn’t want to leave you sitting alone so he just remained by your side, silently offering his support. Eventually, you grew thirsty and got up, first crossing to your dad.

“Hey dad, I’m pretty thirsty so I’m just going to grab a drink from Penny.” You say, standing in front of your dad as he takes his shot at the dart board.

“Okay, kid. Just stay in our sight, okay? Make sure at least one Dagger can see you.” He says and you merely nod and walk away as Jake raises an eyebrow. Usually, you groaned and sassed back that you heard that sentence every time you were at the Hard Deck. Without fail, he would always tell you to remain in the sight of at least one person from Dagger Squad just in case Penny was occupied with serving other people in the bar. And without fail when he told you this, you would roll your eyes and say he already told you a thousand times. He was worried about the way you were acting and from the expressions of his teammates, they were equally as worried as he was.

When you made it to the bar, you waited patiently for Penny to get around to you and when she did you ordered a lemonade, not bothering to argue when she tells you it was going on your dad’s tab. You used to argue back, saying that you could afford a drink, but both your dad and Penny said you didn’t need to be paying for that when he’s around. As you waited for Penny to make the drink, you heard some people enter the bar and the second you turned to see who it was out of curiosity, you regretted your action.

“Hey look, it’s Seresin.”

Upon hearing his last name being yelled across the bar, Jake perked up. He glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see some of the new Top Gun recruits that he was instructing. Some of them were worse than he used to be and would happily call him by his surname rather than his rank or callsign. When he didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone familiar, he was about to turn around, assuming whoever called out would come over to him eventually but just as he was about to turn back around, he caught a glimpse of you by the bar being hounded by a group of boys who looked to be about your age. They were laughing and jokingly shoving each other, and you looked like you wanted to cry and that alone shoved Jake into dad mode.

“Rooster. Coyote. Come here.” Jake says quickly, getting his friend's attention and heading over to the group of boys with Coyote and Rooster hot on his heels after noticing what was going on.

“What’s going on here?” Jake asks when he reaches you, the three men standing protectively by your side.

“Nothing, dad. It’s fine.” You try to say, knowing if your dad interferes the teasing will just get worse since Liam and his friends will think you can’t stand up for yourself.

“It’s clearly not fine now what the fuck is going on?” Jake demands, glaring at the boys in front of you. You were unsurprised to see that the boys were not at all intimidated by your dad, Rooster, and Coyote standing in front of them. Any other person would be terrified to be stared down by three of the Navy’s best pilots, but like any teenage boy Liam and his friends thought they were invincible.

“It’s between us and her, so why don’t you mind your own business.” Liam says with a roll of his eyes as the three aviators share a look.

“You made it our business when you messed with y/n.” Coyote says lowly, taking a step closer to the boys before being pulled back by your dad.

“I mean if you’re all that desperate to know then I guess I can tell you. We bet Liam here twenty bucks that he couldn’t take y/n out on a date and get her to admit she liked him and kissed him by the end of the date. She overheard us at the end of school today and she ran off crying. Pretty pathetic if you ask me.” One of Liam’s friends explains with a proud smile on his face, the others gathered laughing as the aviators clench their jaws in an attempt to stop themselves from punching them. You felt your eyes well up with tears when the explanation is said, and you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you look up to see Rooster looking down at you softly. He gives you a gentle smile of reassurance before he turns back to the group of teenagers.

“You look familiar.” Rooster states calmly, looking Liam up and down before thinking to himself for a minute.

“Yeah, you’re definitely familiar. I’m sure I saw you the morning we boarded the carrier before we shipped out for the uranium mission.” Rooster continues, smirking to himself when he sees Liam and his friends grow worried. Most kids around here were the children of Navy personnel and on days when they’d ship out, families would be surrounding their loved ones, wishing for them to come home safely. Hangman and Coyote caught on to what Rooster was talking about and they all began to think of who Liam’s parent could be.

“I got it! It’s Captain Clark, right?” Coyote says the moment the name comes to mind, and everyone notices Liam’s face paling at his words.

“I know him. I’m sure he won’t be pleased to hear that his prized son we hear him bragging about has been acting like an asshole.” Rooster says with a smirk, folding his arms across his chest as the boy's exchange worried looks with each other.

“Please don’t tell him. I’m sorry!” Liam pleads, making the aviators scoff lightly to themselves at how quickly he begged for forgiveness.

“What’s going on here?” Penny asks after noticing the commotion. She didn’t miss the way the three aviators had strategically placed themselves protectively around you and the boys in front of them seemed to be around your age.

“One of these asshats decided it would be funny to ask our y/n out as a joke for a quick buck. I don’t know about you Penny, but I don’t take kindly to people who treat my daughter like that.” Jake says, not removing his glare from the teenagers who are shrinking more and more under the intense gaze.

“Well then. Fellas, would you do me the pleasure of escorting these boys off the premises? And you lot are not to come back.” Penny says, first to Hangman, Rooster, and Coyote before directing her last sentence at the boys who nod quickly and allow the naval aviators to shepherd them out of the Hard Deck. As they do that, you take your drink and make your way to a quiet table in the corner of the bar, but still in sight of Dagger Squad who watch you worriedly.

When the aviators made it outside the bar, they stood opposite the teenagers for a moment, staring them down one more time.

“Don’t ever let me find out about anything like this again.” Jake growls lowly, his protectiveness over you glaringly obvious as he stares down at Liam.

“If I ever hear about you guys treating her like shit again, you’re not going to like the person I become.” Rooster follows up and Jake looks over at him, his jaw dropping slightly and a faint blush coating his cheeks when he sees the fire of protectiveness shining in Rooster’s eyes. Jake knew Bradley had no reason to care about you, yet he did. He’d only known you since that evening in the bar before training for the uranium mission began but you’d formed a tight bond with him, and it made Jake happy which he had never expected when he first discovered Rooster had been called back too. After Rooster takes a step back from the teens, they scamper away with their tails in between their legs.

“Teenagers.” Coyote scoffs, clapping both men on the shoulder before turning around and heading back into the Hard Deck. Rooster and Hangman share an amused look before turning around to head back into the Hard Deck too. When Jake locates you, his hard expression softens when he notices your heartbroken expression as you stirred the straw in your drink half-heartedly. He excused himself from Bradley and the others and made his way over to you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Jake says softly as he eases himself into the seat next to you.

“Hi, dad.” You reply, not even looking his way and your voice monotone. Just as he opens his mouth to talk you beat him to it.

“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m okay.” You continue, your voice cracking as you fight back tears from rolling down your cheeks.

“I wasn’t going to.” He was lying. He wanted to see if you were okay after what just happened but clearly, you weren’t, and it broke his heart.

“C’mon, let’s step outside for a few. It’s quieter.” Jake says, gesturing for you to follow him outside which you do reluctantly. Once you exit the bar, Jake leads you down to the beach, sitting on the wall and staring out across the ocean as you mimic his actions.

“I’m sorry those dicks did that to you. You deserve better than that.” Jake starts, his voice gentle as he speaks as you bite your bottom lip to fight back the tears.

“I really liked him, dad.” You admit in a whisper, the tears now dribbling down your cheeks just as Jake turns his head to look at you, causing him to pull you into his side and wraps both arms around you protectively.

“I just don’t understand why they did that.” You mumble against your dad’s shoulder, your arms wrapping around his middle to cuddle closer.

“Because boys are jerks, that’s why.” Jake says, a small smile appearing when you release a small breathy laugh at his words.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. Boys do stuff like that because they’re dumb idiots. They just don’t know how beautiful and amazing you really are. y/n/n, you are so loved, and you’ll always have me and the Daggers around. And one day you’ll find someone who likes you as much as you like them. And I’ll really want to hate them, but I can’t because I’ll be able to see how much they love you.” Jake continues, rubbing a hand up and down your back to help you calm down slightly.

“You better not scare any potential boyfriends away, dad.” You say, moving away slightly to look your dad in the eyes as he shrugs and grins.

“I’m your dad. It’s my job to do that. And it won’t just be me, you know? All of Dagger Squad, even Mav will be doing it. Because we love you so much.” Jake says, tugging you back into his arms as he chuckles at your light groan. You knew your dad and his team would absolutely do their best to scare anyone away because of how protective they are. You knew they were doing it out of love and that you could always rely on them, no matter what.

Your dad and Dagger Squad were the most overprotective people you had ever met in your life, but you wouldn’t change them for the world. Especially when they had your back with things like boy problems.

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gaysindistress · 6 months

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Here’s a list of things that I feel are canon for our sweet Bucky and no one can convince me otherwise.

1. Bucky’s never used drugs consensually

Now I was going to say he hasn’t done drugs at all but then again Hydra exists. You can’t tell me that they didn’t use drugs in their experiments at some point in time.

Anyways, setting the scene it’s shortly before falcon and the Winter soldier and Bucky is slowly learning how to live for himself.

Enter you; his sweet, beautiful guide to modern society. The two of you met at the grocery store when he was about ready to go full winter soldier on a self checkout machine, but you stepped in and saved both him and the poor machine. It’s late and it’s getting dark so ever the gentleman Bucky walks you to your car. You take his phone and put your number in with a cute contact name of “y/n - the cutie from the store”.

Fast forward two months and the two of you were hanging out, casually seeing each other, seeing where things go. He told you he wanted to take it slow and you respected that. With that being said, you have never been inside of each other’s apartments before. Sure he’s dropped you off at your door and you picked him up from his but you’ve never been inside.

One night when you’re coming home from a date, it starts pouring down raining. You both run to the door laughing and giggling but you insist that he stays until the rain stops because you can’t let him go and ride home on his motorcycle in the rain. It’s not safe and it’s your job as his not quite girlfriend to look out for him.

So he comes in and the first thing he sees are the floating shelves (you built all by yourself) filled with jars of what look like spices. There are also vases but he’s more focused on how many spices you have.

“I didn’t know you liked to cook,” he says as the two of you strip off your wet outer clothes.

“What?” You question back but then you follow his gaze to your wall and you giggle. Of course, this man is thoroughly confused because you have an entire wall of herbs and spices.

You giggle, even harder at his adorable, confused face, and then you tell him that that is in fact flower. Every jar is a different strain of weed and those “vases” are the bongs you’ve collected over the years. But he is not embarrassed, but more shocked because the world of weed is completely different now. He had no idea that any of this existed so naturally, he asks every question you can think of. You, being his guide to modern society, tell him everything he wants to know before he quietly asks if the two of you could get high together. You tell him that if he truly wants to then he has to spend the night because you don’t want him to drive or be alone if anything happens.

This man could not agree faster, because not only is he in your house for the first time but he’s also going to be spending the night with you AND sleeping with you for the first time. Even though he doesn’t show it, he is so giddy and happy on the inside.

Approximately 30 minutes later, you’ve chosen the perfect hybrid that’ll make him feel good but not overwhelm him and picked out the smallest bong so that he doesn’t get too high his first rip. Still you’re nervous about it so you inform him that you'll start the hit and he’ll finish it because “it’s like taking half a hit and you won’t get baked out of your mind right away.”

It’s safe to say that even with all of your precautions, he’s still one with your bed and giggling at the random movie you picked. At some point the two of you have migrated into the middle of the bed and he’s got his arms wrapped around your middle with his head nestled into your stomach.

2. Bucky secretly loves fruity drinks

Get this man a pina colada with a tiny umbrella with some pineapple on it. He will drink that shit U P. It stems from being deprived of fun for so long so he will take any and every chance to order the fruitiest drink on the menu.

3. Bucky loves vaping

He smoked here and there in the 40s but it was nothing more than social smoking. One day when he and Sam were working on the boat, a younger guy started talking to them and pulled out his vape. Sam didn’t even notice but Bucky was so confused???? Homeboy almost asked what the fuck he was doing but then the guy offered it to him and his brain short circuited.

Bucky said no but after that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He later asked you if you knew anything about the “little thingy that you suck on and smoke comes out.” It took everything in you to not die laughing because he was being so sincere and it was so cute. You told him it was probably a vape and that people don’t smoke cigarettes anymore.

It wasn’t until you guys were out with your friends a few weeks later when one of them pulled theirs out that Bucky had to try it.

You took a puff and could feel his eyes on you so you slowly looked over at him with the vape raised.

“You wanna try?”

He nodded and once again you coached him through it so he didn’t cough up a lung. After that he would only steal others when drinking but slowly it turned into him buying one and then another one and then another one. Eventually he was hooked and it cracks you up to see the Winter Soldier, the White Wolf hitting his vape as he lounges spread eagle on your couch while watching The Office.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel

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523rdrebel · 4 months

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5, Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Chapter Summary: Omega and Wrecker's plan unfolds. The family wanders the Life Day Festival and feelings are brought to a head.

This chapter is mostly from Crosshair's POV. His internal thoughts will be identified by Italics without quotation marks.

Rating: T, SFW

Warnings: None

Crosshair divider by Snotbuggle, Star and Moon Dividers by Saradika

Desi and Isabella had intended to have a leisurely morning with brunch and preparations for the upcoming Life Day Festival. But things rarely go to plan.

They instead got caught up in the frustrating intricacies that came with romantic relationships, and had yet to leave Desi and Taayo’s sitting room. Desi was thoroughly enjoying Isabella’s recounting of her encounter with Wrecker and Omega, “Clever girl!” She laughed boisterously, clapping her hands together in delight, “I’ve had half a mind myself to lock the two of you in a room until this little issue is solved!”

“These things aren’t that simple and you know it, Desi.”

“I wouldn’t mind a chance to clock him one in that smug face of his, though…For hurting you.”

“Desi, he didn’t… It wasn’t his fault.”

“I’m not talking about the chip.”

Isabella sighed, running a hand over her face, “I don’t blame him for wanting space. I just– I wish he would talk to me.”

“I’m still not convinced he can talk…”

“Desi!” She let out a startled laugh but recovered quickly, “I just think, maybe I shouldn’t go at all. I’m not convinced Omega and Wrecker haven’t devised some scheme to force Crosshair and I to be alone…”

“You’re blushing.” Desi waggled her eyebrows, then wrapped her arm around Isabella’s shoulders, giving a soft, reassuring squeeze, “Look, Izzy– I don’t see the problem here. Just wear the dress and go to the Festival! If the man can’t handle you being at an event that will span a majority of the bottom two levels of the city…”

Isabella rolled her eyes, “I don’t want to push him further away, Desi. Besides– maybe he’s right. Maybe I did treat him like a project– What if I was wrong?”

“Stars and Skies, Izzy! You are going to the Festival and if that man doesn’t kiss you like some holo-period-drama protagonist I will wring his neck myself!” Her tone left no room for protest and she stood, grabbing Isabella’s hand and dragging her towards the door. “Come on! We’ve got preparations to make and then I’ll help you get ready!” Desi paused, shouting across the house, “Taayo! We’re leaving!”

“See you later, darling! Don’t get Izzy into too much trouble…again!” He had a gentle voice that always sounded like he was on the verge of laughing.

“Spoil sport!”

They spent most of the day running around frantically to and fro with Desi barking orders like a military sergeant, and Isabella happily assisting. It was a wonderful distraction, she had no time to worry about the coming evening or what to do about a certain grumpy someone, instead her thoughts involved how best to place decorations for maximum festivity and keeping Desi from injuring herself in her dramatic rushing.

Now that Desi and Isabella were in her home, they’d taken turns in the ‘fresher, washing off the sweat, dust and dirt from their day. The quiet calm of a full day was hanging over them with an undercurrent of nervous excitement.

“Alright Izzy, which dress did you say was his favorite?”

“Wrecker said the blue–”

“Well? Put it on!”

“Desi–”

“Nope! No second guessing! Go–”

She loosed a fond, if exasperated sigh, Desi hadn’t steered her wrong yet so she put on the dress. It was a lovely cornflower blue embroidered with stylized golden stars that sparkled when she moved. It had long flowing sleeves and a rather daring neckline, a sharp v that ended just below the bust. She twirled in front of the mirror and couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. The last time she’d worn it, she’d been wandering the market with Desi and Taayo and had run into Omega and her brothers. She tried to recall if Crosshair had shown any sort of outward reaction to signal that he’d liked the dress, but failed. He was too good at hiding and she was too afraid she’d been wrong.

“Oh! At least he’s got taste… Brings out your eyes.” Desi hugged her shoulders from behind, “If this doesn’t knock that scowl off his face– then he doesn’t deserve you.”

Isabella reached up and squeezed her friend’s hand gently, “Thank you.”

She returned the soft smile, winked, and whispered, “Now, lets go catch you a stubborn-ass sniper!”

Wrecker didn’t bother knocking, Tech had already deactivated the lock so he burst into Crosshair’s home with a wall-shaking bellow, “CROSSHAIR!”

He groaned in response. He stood uselessly before his meager clothing options, still in just his comfortable lounge pants, his recently grown out white curls mussed from running his hands nervously over his head. A toothpick sat securely in the corner of his mouth, which he chewed absentmindedly.

Wrecker continued to bellow as he entered, followed quickly after by Tech, “Happy Life Day!” They were both dressed in the nicest clothes they owned, comfortable and light, but certainly better than what Crosshair felt he had to offer. Why does it matter what I wear? I’ll just sneak away at the first opportunity…

“You are not dressed.” Tech remarked flatly.

“Figured that out by yourself, did you?” Crosshair snarked, rolling his eyes.

“It was a simple observation.”

“Come on Cross! Omega and Hunter are waiting for us!” Wrecker looked quickly over Crosshair’s clothing options, humming loudly to himself and wiggling his fingers as he made his selections. “AHA!” He tossed the items at his brother, who caught them mid-air with a scowl, “Put those on and let’s go!”

It was a simple outfit, a loose black shirt of comfortable, breathable cloth, and a pair of dark patterned pants. Crosshair shrugged and began to dress. At least it’ll be comfortable. He added on his simple boots and grabbed his gundark leather jacket he’d filched on a supply run– nights got cool on Pabu. He sighed, schooled his face into an unaffected mask, and followed his excitable siblings out the door.

“Izzy! Izzy! Izzy! Are you ready?” Omega was bouncing up and down, blond curls bouncing wildly. Hunter leaned against the wall outside, amused smile and soft gaze trained on the energetic little girl.

“I’m coming, ‘Mega!” Isabella called, voice bright with laughter. She took a moment at the door, taking a few steadying breaths and steeled herself for what was sure to be an interesting night. Omega’s eyes sparkled and she gasped, “You wore the dress!!” She clapped her hands excitedly and Hunter chuckled, a deep amused rumble. Isabella could’ve sworn she heard him mumble, “Cross is a goner…” But she chose to ignore it.

“Of course I did! You asked me to.”

“Come on! I told Wrecker to meet us here–” Omega beamed at her then grabbed her hand and started pulling her toward the street. Hunter followed quietly after.

Only moments later they heard the bellowing, joyful laughter of Wrecker, then saw the trio rounding the corner towards them. Wrecker had one arm around Crosshair’s hunched shoulders, practically dragging him along as they walked. Crosshair’s scowl was deep but there was the tiniest hint of humor in his eyes. He stopped short, eyes locking onto Isabella like a target. His scowl deepened and the whites of his eyes flashed with something, but it passed too quickly to identify.

He looked good. Really good. Isabella couldn’t deny that fact anymore than she could deny the warm blush growing on her face nor the painful clenching in her chest. She sighed, took a deep breath, and plastered a smile on her face, for Omega, she reasoned.

“Crosshair!” Omega exclaimed, full of mirth, then grabbed his hand and pulled him along towards the lower levels of Pabu. Crosshair grumbled, “What’s the rush, shortstack?” Hunter tried and failed to hide his chuckle at the sight.

It was a long and awkward walk, at least where two of the group were concerned, Isabella kept trying to sneak looks at Crosshair, attempting to gauge if she’d made things worse by agreeing to come with them.

Crosshair scrunched his face, trying to hide away from everyone but being in too public of a place to hide. He couldn’t keep the tiniest curve of his lips from showing at Omega’s bright enthusiasm, though he rolled his eyes and made snide remarks.

Omega led the charge into the festival running towards the bright lights and festively decorated tables, then raced back towards the group to chatter in wonder and excitement. There were colored lights everywhere, booths were filled to the brim with handmade goods and decorated with a festive, Life Day flare. It hurt Crosshair’s eyes, all the gaudy, colorful items, the whimsical recreations of historical figures in fanciful Life Day garb, the happy, wide toothed grins of the towns-people. Ugh…

Omega grabbed Crosshair’s hand and pulled him towards a table, “Look Crosshair!” She pointed at a wooden carving of a Tooka wearing a red festive hat. He rolled his eyes, but she had already run off to the next booth, excitedly exclaiming about a holopicture projector of a snowy planet. He sighed, picking up the Tooka figurine and placing credits on the table with a scowl. The merchant raised an eyebrow but, wisely, kept silent. After nearly an hour of this, Crosshair’s hands were full of items Omega had pointed out before running off to the next shiny thing that caught her eye.

“Those will look great in your home, Cross. Goes great with the decor.” Hunter elbowed his side, a self-satisfied smile on his face.

“Keep it up, Hunter. All these are going to your place. And at least half of them are noise-makers.”

Hunter’s smile faltered every so slightly, then walked quickly off after Omega, “No more gifts!”

Echo joined the group for a while, wandering the festival with them and chatting with Hunter while the others browsed the tables. There were game booths set up periodically, which Echo and Wrecker took turns doing with Omega. They had some sort of competition going, but Crosshair didn't pay enough attention to know what it was.

Crosshair tried not to stare as Isabella wandered the stalls, making small talk and surveying the items.

“You look stunning this evening, Izzy!”

“Thank you! Omega picked it out for me.”

“Oh! Smart girl!”

Hunter chuckled, “You could just talk to her, you know…”

“Stay out of it, Hunter.”

“Maybe if you weren’t staring at her like a love-sick Akk-pup, I would.”

Crosshair made a disgusted noise, pushing past Hunter with a forceful push with his shoulder, and stalked away. He pointedly ignored Hunter’s laughter.

Eventually, Wrecker stopped at Daisy’s stall, full of all manner of baked goods and scenting the area with the comforting aroma of fresh bread. He stayed there, grinning happily, as Daisy regaled him with a story and he listened with rapt attention. Echo had wandered off at some point, speaking animatedly with someone about his work with Rex. Next was Tech, getting into a rousing debate with Phee and a few other history and culture enthusiasts at a stand promoting different cultural holidays similar to Life Day. He’d be busy for the reminder of the evening. And finally, Omega dragged Hunter away, his arms now laden with the gifts Crosshair had acquired, to play with Lyana and Shep, leaving Isabella and Crosshair alone.

Crosshair scowled, he knew that Wrecker and Omega had set this up, knew that they expected there to be some sort of resolution, but he felt too lost. Adrift in the swirling emotions he’d been trying to force into containment under the shell of anger and fear. He had tried to keep his distance, tried to ignore that she’d chosen to wear the dress he felt most closely fit her. She was beautiful, he wouldn’t deny that. He groaned inwardly, This shouldn’t be this hard! Just stay away. She’s just a person.You’ve never liked people anyway.

They walk slowly and in silence, observing everything, neither willing to break the ice quite yet. Crosshair’s eyes land on the constructed bar area, where they were serving festive spiced drinks. To him, that looked like an escape. He wasn’t prepared to face Bells yet, wasn’t ready to see the hurt in her eyes again, wasn’t ready to remember the guilt and the anger. He was quite content to wallow, thank you.

The bar had been prepared with four specialty Life Day drinks: the Fuzzy Tauntaun, Jedi Mind Trick, Outer Rim, and Yub Nub. He scoffed at the silly names, but grabbed one that looked the least festive and most appealing and found a silent spot in the corner against the bar.

Isabella followed him, but kept her distance, she was at a loss at what to do. It seemed obvious that Crosshair didn’t want her here and she didn’t think that a productive conversation would be had in such a public setting. She couldn’t hide her disappointment, she had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that Desi would be right– "Ugh, it’s not a holo-film Izzy! Don’t be so stupid!" She whispered under her breath. She grabbed a drink as well and took a healthy swallow, taking comfort in the burn. She was too antsy to sit still so she ambled around the area, sipping her drink and ignoring the swirling emotions and the intense presence at the corner of the bar. She walked, she mingled, doing little more than greetings and small talk, some small part of her wishing she’d just stayed home, despite the eager insistence of her friends.

Crosshair watched as Isabella wandered the area, talking and drinking, she was a natural in a social setting but he couldn’t shake the feeling that her smiles were dimmer and her eyes did not carry that familiar warmth. What would you know about it anyway? He chided himself internally, You didn’t want her around, you don’t actually think she misses you? The alcohol did little to improve his mood, but he sipped at it anyway.

Now Isabella was chatting with some tall man with a sickly sweet smile, Crosshair tried not to listen.

“Izzy! Or is it Bells now? I’ve heard someone calling you that now, I think.”

“Oh, that’s Crosshair’s nickname for me actually.” Was that regret he was hearing?

“What, he too good to call you Izzy?” Try me, Di’kut…

“Uh- He’s a little stubborn. But I don’t mind, actually, I like it.”

“Should I start calling you Bells too, then?” I shouldn’t be jealous. You aren’t even mine.

“That’s alright. Izzy will do.” Kriff… I need to leave.

“He gets a special nickname? What if I called you…Bella?”

“Absolutely not.” That’s interesting. Is she mad? “You can call me Isabella or Izzy–”

“What’s wrong with Bella?”

“Call me Bella one more time, Mr. Keis.” Damn, Bells…

He found himself standing and crossing the distance between himself and the pair, standing behind her glaring menacingly before he’d really registered he’s moved.

“Uh–Maybe I should go…” Mr. Keis cleared his throat, gave a half hearted smile, and practically ran away, “Later, Be–Izzy!”

Crosshair’s heart was racing, the pounding loud in his ears when Bells turned around, her face flashing with shock and relief?

“Crosshair–” The way she breathed his name broke something in him and he panicked, turned on his heels and walked away, seeking shadows, desperately searching for a place to be alone. The eyes of everyone he passed burned against his back, ears ringing and pounding, drowning out any other sounds. He was oblivious to the figure that followed him.

He finally stopped in a small decorative garden area, it was shadowed and quiet, without a soul in sight. He stood rigid, breathing heavily, with his head leaned back facing the starry night sky.

A soft voice tentatively called his name and he squeezed his eyes shut, he wasn’t ready to face her. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be.

“Cross– You don’t have to say anything, but I just, I need you to listen.” He stays silent and doesn’t move. “I don’t blame you for what happened.”

He turned to face her, face stuck in a pained expression. She reached out a hand, but stopped short of touching him, “Wait– Just listen. Please.” Isabella took a deep breath, then words started spilling out, “You didn’t hurt me. It was the inhibitor chip. I watched you fight it, and I was terrified– not of you but for you. And then when you woke up, you shut me out and I was hurt and confused and angry. I thought…” She stops, voice shaking and eyes full of emotion.

Crosshair couldn’t look away. He wanted to run, wanted to shut the world out again, like he always did, push the feelings down where no one can touch them. I thought if I’d pretended not to care, then I wouldn’t.

Isabella shivered, the night had taken on a sharp chill, and she crossed her arms over her chest for warmth. She continued, speaking softly, “My brother joined the Empire, you know…They bombed our city, our parents died, and he joined them.” She laughed, an empty humorless sound, it was not a sound he associated with Bells. “I was…away when it happened. I didn’t even know about it until nearly four cycles after the funeral. He was changed. He tried to get me to join them too, but I refused. He got angry and…we both said things we shouldn’t have and I ran. What I wouldn’t give for a chance to talk to him again.” Tears flowed freely down her face and Crosshair ached to wipe them away. Her eyes pleaded at him and she whispered, “What I wouldn’t give to talk to you again.”

He sighed, his fists clenching and unclenching, and he started to pace, “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to lose control of your body–your mind– Two voices and both of them feel right and both of them are me. One says Follow orders! Eliminate the threat the other says, This is wrong.” He stopped pacing, shook his head, then pointed one finger painfully against his chest, “My brothers left me behind because I chose it. But I hated them for it. The choice… it was right. I knew it was. The Empire was going to fix things, to fix me.” He ignored the tears streaming down his face, grimacing against the emotions that were finally being released, “But it was a lie. Everything I thought, everything I believed was a lie.” He faced Bells straight on, meeting her eyes finally, “Now you look at me and tell me how I’m supposed to know what part was the chip and what part was me? How am I supposed to trust myself? How am I supposed to–”

She took a chance, closing the distance between them and taking his hands in hers, he did not pull away, “Crosshair– You are not to blame for the actions of the people who made you.” The silence spurred her onward, “Here’s how I see you: strong and capable, and a bit of an ass.” He chuckled despite himself, and she continued, “You care deeply, even if you hide it behind harsh words and sarcasm, and you’re incredibly smart. You are more than what they made you.”

The earnest feeling behind her words slammed against his heart painfully, “Don’t you ever get tired of being so fucking nice?”

She shook her head, “You want me to be mean? To yell at you? To hate you?”

He growled, all his frustration bubbling to the surface, “Why? Why can’t you just give up on me?”

“Believe it or not, Crosshair– and brace yourself, this may come as a shock– I actually like you. Specifically you.”

“You like everybody…”

“Not everybody, but most people, yes.” She places one gentle hand on the side of his face, “Is it so hard to believe that I care about you?”

He leans into her hand, eyes falling shut, but the silence stretches, so she speaks again, desperation clear in her words, “I will respect your wishes if you don’t want to see me again after this, but I–I miss you. Maybe I’m naive. Maybe I’m soft. And maybe I shouldn’t, but I did think that kiss meant something…”

“I…don’t know how to be what you want, Bells.”

“And if I said you already are?”

Silence. Hesitance. A knowing sense that this will change everything.

"What do you want from me? I wasn’t made for this…" Crosshair was confused, uncertain, never before had he been faced with such a strange and intimate challenge.

"Because it's not what you want or because you're a clone?"

He sighed, groaning inwardly, Leave it to Bells to read between the lines so clearly.

She placed her other hand on his face, pulling him down to look at her directly, "I don't give a damn what your makers claimed your purpose was. They made you, but they're gone now. You're here. You're alive. You can choose!"

"And how the kriff am I supposed to know how to do that!?" He pulled away, the feeling of her hands on his face burning the shape of her fingers into his memory. He turned his back to her, breathing heavily, "My whole damn life has been orders and structure, fighting and surviving!" He turned back towards her sharply, "And what about you, huh? You talk about freedom and choice–" His tone was sharp, accusatory, "What do you want?"

This shocked her, her eyes darting around in confusion, "Me? It-It doesn't matter what I want, Crosshair!"

"Wrong answer, BELLS."

"Cross–"

"No! Stop trying to be nice. I want you to be selfish!" His long strides brought him back to her space, leaning over her, begging her, daring her to answer, "What about you? What do you want?"

She let out a string of curses, of which Crosshair would later be impressed, anxiously shaking her hands at her sides, "I–" she started pacing back and forth, then comes to an abrupt stop once again in front of Crosshair, "I want you." It was a simple admission. No frills, no questions. Crosshair was silent, unsure what to say, frozen in place. Bells started speaking again, a rush of words spilling out, "I’m drawn to you, Crosshair. In a way that I’ve never been drawn to anyone before. I want to spend all of my time with you. I want to make you smile, or better yet, make you laugh. I want to paint and hear you snark that I've gotten more paint on myself than on the actual canvas. I want to kiss you– Damn, I want to have you kiss me senseless and to quiet your past when I can… hold you when I can't. I want you safe," She closes her eyes briefly, "even if it isn't with me."

He slowly gets closer then gently reaches his hand up to cradle the side of her face. He laughs, deep and rough, "Kriff, woman! Even when you're being selfish you can't help but worry over someone else." He paused, feeling her lean into the palm of his hand and in that moment he decided to try to stop running, if this was where he got to stay. "Kiss you senseless, huh?" His mouth curled upward in a challenging smirk.

"Please…" He needed no further encouragement and his mouth crashed into hers, finding it blessedly soft and eager. His tongue runs over her lips and she whines, opening her lips to allow entrance. He grabbed her firmly around her waist, pulling her close and running his fingernails across her back. He pulled away from the kiss, smirking down at Bells, taking in her hooded eyes and kiss-swollen lips, "Begging already?"

"I could always yell at you instead," she smiled then leaned up on her toes to catch his bottom lip between her teeth.

"Maybe later." He leaned back in, capturing her lips once more, taking his time with slow, languid kisses.

Bells responded eagerly, hungrily, kissing him back with a fervor he never would have expected. Her hands explored his back with soft, gentle touches, caressing his form with reverence. It mesmerized him and he nearly lost himself in the moment. He pressed kisses along her jaw, eliciting bubbling, joyous laughter.

“I KNEW IT!” Wrecker’s voice boomed from behind them and Crosshair’s head shot up, fixing his boisterous brother with a withering glare. Wrecker laughed loudly, and started typing on his wrist com unit. The pair separated reluctantly, standing side by side, with Bells leaning into his side. Crosshair wordlessly removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Moments later, all three of their com units began dinging with notifications.

GETWRECKERED: <3 Found Crosshair! Aaaand Izzy! <3

BanDADna: Ugh Finally!

Echoohc3: You all owe me 50 credits!

TECH-nically: I will mark this day on the calendar.

CrissCross: I will kill you all.

DrSunshine: No he wont. <3

Ye Olde taglist:

@anxiouspineapple99 @wings-and-beskar @starrylothcat @secondaryrealm @arctrooper69 @sev-on-kamino @littlemissmanga @wolffegirlsunite @dystopicjumpsuit @idontgetanysleep @clonemedickix @sunshinesdaydream @followthepurrgil @yubnubhub @jediknightjana @dangraccoon @wizardofrozz @mythical-illustrator @echoxbuggs @trixie2023 @ezras-left-thumb

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mynameismckenziemae · 4 months

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She’s a Fire-Chapter XVIII

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/

Reader (no use of y/n)

Stop, drop and roll

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, facesitting, roadhead, p in v, bondage, use of ‘good girl’, etc.

You wake up with a slight headache and cottonmouth, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as you figured.

You reach for Bradley but he’s not there, and then you hear voices downstairs.

Throwing on one of Bradley’s tees, you make your way downstairs. Your mouth dries even further as you see him and Bob, both shirtless making breakfast together.

“Breakfast and a show,” Sunny says as she comes up beside you, in Bob’s dress shirt from the night before.

“I’d like if they’d continue that show from last night,” you mumble, nudging her shoulder with yours.

“Agreed, maybe we can convince them at Nat and Jake’s wedding. Our rooms are connected…” she says under her breath.

“What are you two whispering about?” Bob says, setting plates out.

“Nothing.” You both reply in unison.

Bradley and Bob look at each other but let it go.

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*A few months later*

“Please Row-I mean ma’am,” Bradley begs, voice desperate.

His arms strain above his head cuffed to the frame.

“If you scuff the bedframe,” you pause and cry out as your first orgasm pulses through you from the ministrations your fingers are playing over your clit, “I’ll…turn you over and paddle your ass again.”

He’d just gotten back from after a 5-day stint on the carrier training and told you that you couldn’t get off while he was gone. You made it but jumped him as soon as he came home—placing the vibrating plug in after you spanked him thoroughly. He’d hissed when you turned him over and his red, burning cheeks touched the sheets.

He groans and shakes his head as you climb over him and straddle his face. “Now get me off and maybe I’ll let you cum tonight.”

His neck strains as he eats you with fervor. Your fingers weave into his hair and you hold him where you want him, grinding against his mouth and mustache. Your other hand reaches for the remote and he jolts under you as the plug in his ass turns on.

He grunts into your pussy, his arms straining again. You peek back and his hips are flexing, and precum is leaking from his tip.

Your head falls back on your shoulders as your orgasm courses through you.

The grip on his hair tightens as you pull him from your pussy. He strains against your hold, not done feasting on you yet, but you slide down his body and sink down on his aching cock.

“Oh, oh God,” he whimpers as you start riding him at a relentless pace, your fingers rapidly swirling over your clit.

“You’re not gonna cum until I do. Twice.” You smile at his disgruntled noise, “Was it worth it? Hmm? Sending me those videos of you cumming all over your chest?”

“No, ma’am. I’m sorry, I won’t—FUCK!” He cries as you turn the plug higher.

Your pelvis tightens and you pinch his nipple as you tremble through your next orgasm.

“Nnggghh…you’re fucking milking my cock. Nonono!I’m gonna cum!” he whines, hips under you starting to stutter.

You slow your hips and slightly slap his cheek before grabbing his face. “Not. Yet.”

A wrecked, desperate groan leaves him. “Please. Get there. I wanna be your good boy,” he babbles, so far gone.

“Shhh,” you shush him with a smile. Once he’s not teetering on the edge, your hips increase again and you reach out to uncuff his hands, pulling them down to rest on your hips.

Your hand reaches for the remote again and he starts to shake his head, “No, I can’t. Please.”

“It’s okay, I’m close. Just a little longer.” You pant, smirking as you turn the vibrator to the highest setting.

His desperate, filthy noises fill the room as he plants his feet for leverage to thrust up while his hands pull your hips down, nailing your g-spot.

“Right there, right th-ohhhhh” you cry as your orgasm slams into you. Bradley’s right behind you, whimpering as he pumps you full of cum.

His big body trembles as the vibrations in his ass quickly push him into overstimulation.

You fumble with the remote and he stills under you when you turn it off. You lay your head on his chest as you both calm down.

“I missed you.” You murmur, kissing a freckle on his chest

“Missed you too, babe. I’m so glad to have this next week together.” He murmurs into your hair.

“Speaking of, we should probably start packing. Sunny and Bob will be here tomorrow at 6 AM sharp.”

“I still don’t know why you girls insisted on driving to Nat and Jake’s wedding…in Texas,” he says, but there’s a smile in his voice.

“We just thought it would be fun to do a road trip. We can take our time, won’t risk catching some sickness on the plane, and don’t have to worry about your tuxes or Sun’s dress getting lost or wrinkled,” you say, walking your fingers up his chest.

“That’s true, I think it’ll be fun too. Maybe we could have a repeat of the night after the engagement party…” He trails off, fingers playing in your hair.

“Yeah? Can’t wait to get your hands on Bob again, huh?” You tease, gently flicking his nipple.

“How’d you know?” He asks sarcastically.

“I see the way you look at him with hearts in your eyes like you just can’t wait for him to dick you dow—” you start but squeal as he flips you over to tickle you.

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They arrive the next morning at 5:52 AM in the full-sized SUV you and Sunny rented. If everything goes to plan, it’ll be returned to the airport when you fly back the evening after the wedding.

Sunny and Bob take the first shift driving, stopping in Arizona and take in some sights before you and Bradley take over.

2 hours in, you nudge Bradley with a smile to look in the backseat. They’re both asleep, hand in hand.

A few more hours later, you stop near Roswell to eat, check out the area, and stretch your legs for a while before climbing back in to finish up the last leg.

The ride soon lulls you and Bradley to sleep.

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Something wakes up a few hours later, your head in Bradley’s lap.

You start to raise your head to see the time, but Bradley gently pushes you back down. You’re about to ask him what’s going on but then you hear a soft hum from Sunny and an answering sigh from Bob, just audible over the music playing quietly.

Bradley’s so hard under your cheek, and you feel where precum is starting to leak through his sweatpants. Arousal soon travels down your spine, settling between your legs as you realize what’s going on in the front seat.

You can see Bob’s hand guiding Sunny’s head up and down on his cock, in that unique, quiet dominant way of his.

“Fuck. Just like that…,” he murmurs, and you catch Sunny’s muffled whine.

Quiet, lewd sounds fill the vehicle as Sunny works him over with her mouth mixed with Bob’s sweet sighs, grunts, hisses and sharp inhales.

You’re soaked from the naughtiest of it all, Bradley’s enjoying it too, his hand running silently down your back to squeeze your butt; his grip tightening further with certain noises.

Bob’s hand moves a little faster and soon you hear his wrecked, “Sun, I-I’m cumming” and he groans quietly, head dropping back on the headrest.

“Did you swallow? Lemme see,” He asks after a moment, voice husky. You can’t see or hear her response but you clench around nothing and Bradley’s cock twitches when you hear his next words. “Good girl.”

You wait a few minutes and teasingly mouth Bradley’s erection through his pants before sitting up with a yawn.

“Are we there yet?”

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A/N: This one was fun. Can anyone guess what’s gonna happen while they’re in Texas for Jake and Natasha’s wedding? 😏

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wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart · 9 months

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Eddie's awesome and super effective step-by-step plan on how to seduce local pretty boy Steve Harrington:

1. Make a good impression on his kids

That was almost too easy. DnD always gets them all.

2. Mentally prepare yourself to become a parental figure to a fuck-ton of kids

After much contemplation and many basketball games between Sinclair and Steve where the latter sweats and takes off his shirt and pours water over his head, I have decided that I am ready for this huge step. I will be the best stepfather those kids have ever had. Besides Steve, of course

3. Ask him out on a date

Should probably figure out step 4 before I do this one. No, this is NOT STALLING OKAY !!!!!!

4. Take him out (ON A DATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Possible date ideas:

Invite him to one of our shows

Go Are you stupid? Haven't you seen how many times that boy has been hit in the head? and you want to invite him to a place with LOUD MUSIC and FLASHING LIGHTS?!

...God?

No. This is your fbi agent.

Ohhhh. Am I a wanted man? 😏

You are a risk to the public safety after what happened this summer. And after watching you attempt and fail to lick your own elbow for over an hour to prove a point to a kid half your age, and also seeing you fail so miserably while trying to plan a date, I am convinced that that was the correct choice by the US Government.

First of all: I knew that you weren't God be

stop showing me your tongue. I can see you through the camera. Cause he would definitely be a huge Corroded Coffin fan. Second of all, don't fucking inter

You can't stop me, and you are clearly dependent on my help. Rupt me. Asshole. And third: leave my Docs alone?! a) I can think better with lists. b) This is also where I save

most of your music, I know. I fix some verses sometimes to give it a better flow

I KNEW THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG

You're welcome. I don't even ask that you credit me. Now please, calm down. You have time to throw your tantrum later. Right now we have a date to plan. In the time I have gotten to know you, I have become concerningly invested in your relationship with the Harrington boy. And my partner also agrees.

Hello. I am the FBI Agent assigned to our current target Steve Harrington.

Uhm, mister agent. You are aware that I meant take out in the DATING sense and not in the KILLING sense, right?! Wait, you know what, let me go clarify it real quick.

A clarification is not needed.

He's going to do it anyway. He never listens.

Sounds like someone I know. Back to our *romantic* target. I can tell you that Steve Harrington wishes nothing more than to live a domestic life in a comfortable home with the person he loves and a truly impressive amount of kids. And a dog.

HAVE YOU SEEN HOW I FUCKING LIVE?! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BUY HIM A WHOLE-ASS HOUSE?!?!OAJFJWJF

Although I am not technically assigned to you, you and my responsibility spend so much time together, that I have indeed had ample of time to thoroughly inspect your residence, yes.

In fact, me and my partner oftentimes take turns watching over the both of you at once

WHY ARE YOU TELLING HIM THIS. IF BOSS FINDS OUT WE WILL BOTH HAVE TO WORK FULLTIME AGAIN

Calm down, we are already breaking the rules by directly interacting with out target. So, whenever you and Steve watch a movie or cuddle or sleep in the same bed or go to the record shop together even though you both have completely opposite taste in music or s why are you looking like this Eddie.

FUCK WE REALLY DO ALL THAT, DON'T WE?!?!?!

Yes.

BUT THESE......THESE ARE ALL.....THESE ARE ALL GREAT DATE ACTIVITIES AREN'T THEY?!?!

Yes, since both of you have a romantic interest in each other I would say that these activities could be considered a date.

Now you understand why we are so invested in your relationship? Aaaaaand he's run off.

But. But he has to delete this document. Nobody can never know of this severe breachment.

Wait true! Fuck! EDDIE MUNSON GET BACK HERE FOR A SECOND

EDDIE MUNSON!!

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tkachuksoralfixation · 23 days

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mcdrai "summer" for a fic prompt?

Another year, another early end to the season. At this point, Leon has to convince himself consistently that next season will be better, they'll earn their spot and they'll march through the playoffs and get their chance to shine. Every time, though, he's thoroughly disappointed. No matter how hard they try.

He and Connor drag their feet between the end of the regular season and the subtle weather change from late spring into summer. There's plenty of time to rest and wallow in self pity, sure, but sticking around in Edmonton feels, well, depressing. Going home so soon is out of the question, especially with the shame Leon still feels burning in his chest.

So, Leon comes up with a plan for them. A little getaway to get their minds off their terrible end-of-the-season performance. He doesn't even ask Connor before he books the tickets.

"Hey," he says when Connor picks up his call, "pack a few bags. We're going on vacation."

"Uh, okay. Hello to you too, Leo," Connor huffs, "am I even allowed to ask where we're going? Or is it supposed to be this vague and unsettling?"

Leon rolls his eyes. "You'll survive. Just pack in preparation to be warm, and to possibly get wet."

There's a laugh on the other side of the line. "Jeez, take me out to dinner first, would you?" Connor quips, shuffling around what Leon assumes to be his dresser drawers. "But yeah, okay, I guess getting away would be nice."

There's an unspoken agreement at the foot of his sentence. Anywhere but here. Anywhere that doesn't remind us of home. And really, that was Leon's whole intention for the trip. They needed a week or two of privacy, to relax and let themselves recharge before they got right back to it. If it were up to Connor, they'd go to Alaska or some stupid snowy place that looked just like home, and they'd do sprints and hikes and ice fishing and all the things that Leon really doesn't want to think about right now.

Because despite everything, Connor always thinks about the next step. When he fails, he's already thinking about what he'll do to make up for it before he's beating himself up for the failure. He's always one step ahead. Leon is just.. not like that. He wallows for a bit and then he moves on. Maybe that's the difference between them. Maybe that's why they work so well together.

Regardless, two days later, Leon drags Connor with him to a beautiful villa in Italy. It's quiet, peaceful, and there's a massive pool to accompany it. It's warm and sunny and they're nowhere near the ocean, so in Leon's eyes, it's perfect.

They spend their first two weeks of summer between touring and spending some intimate time all over the villa. Leon can confidently say he feels a little guilty for defiling the pool, but he's not guilty for indulging Connor.

It's the perfect thing to get them back on their A game. When they fly back, Connor is beaming, glowing with the tan he received from baking in the warm Italian sun.

He's also twice as harsh on Leon during their workouts. So much for recharging.

#tkachuksoralcreations #hrpf #mcdrai #2997 #this was actually very fun ty

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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BOOOOOONYYY! :)

What about a very spicy one with Brat Tamer/JM x Brat/Reader where he is her Dance Teacher. Jm wit dark hair

Jimin with black hair >>>>>>>>

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"And where do you think you're going?" Jimin asks, running a hand through his hair thoroughly amused by your frustration.

"Home." You scoff. "Because you suck." Comes from you as well as you put your phone into your bag. You don't even know why you're at his place to begin with- yeah maybe you had hoped for him to genuinely help you get that fucking step right because he won't stop nagging you about how your foot is never placed correctly- but even after three hours of trying to understand the way he's explaining you still don't get it.

He calls himself a dance teacher and yet he's shit at explaining.

"Now now, we can still be classy about it, can't we?" He laughs, walking after you as you make your way to the door. "You're simply too tense darling-"

"Thats what you say every single fucking time!" You argue back, rolling your eyes. "You're too tense, you're getting frustrated, you're not paying attention~!" You mock him, absolutely pissed at the fact that he doesn't seem affected at all. He's still smirking, arms crossed and yet relaxed, watching you.

Maybe the worst thing is that he looks way too hot for you to actually go through with your threat of quitting.

Yes you might have a massive crush on your dance teacher, so what? So does every single other person he teaches it seems- even guys admitting his attractiveness, and it fills you with red hot jealousy because you just know you don't have a chance. And also because you know that he's a player- stories of one night stands and fleeting romances being thrown around left and right and all around him, tales told by whoever you may ask. It makes you mad. Why can't good looking guys have good personalities as well?

"Come on, I'm sorry I've upset you. We can take a break and try again later." He attempts to soothe your anger. "I'd hate for you to go home all riled up like this."

"Yeah right, you just don't want me to go around and tell people how you failed at teaching me." You mumble under your breath as you slip into your boot, pulling the zipper on the side up and catching your finger in it. "Ah fuck!"

See?" He clicks his tongue, moving closer so he can loom over you, taking your boot off again for you. "Dont go please."

"I'm uncomfortable mister park." You say sternly, and much to your surprise, he detaches himself quickly at that. It catches you off guard for a second, and your reaction doesn't go unnoticed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push myself onto you like that." He apologizes, and it throws you out of your temper tantrum in a way. He would've laughed about it- if it wasn't for the concern that's now breeding in his head. "You seem surprised."

"I mean- kinda?" You say, voice now a lot quieter, almost hesitant. "I- thought you might-"

"I might?" He asks, face unreadable. "I don't believe in forcing myself onto women I'm attracted to- neither to I believe in convincing them." He explains with a serious tone.

"Why not convincing?" You wonder, unsure why you ask out loud like that.

"Sex isn't something you should convince someone to do. You either want it, or you don't." He shrugs. "I'm honestly sorry if I have interpreted your actions wrong. I really never meant to push you." He tells you again, and you sigh.

"Its.. you didn't interpret them wrong." You say. "I'm just.. I don't want to be another girl or guy you sleep with and that's it."

"I've never slept with any of the trainees if that's what you're implying." He scoffs a little. "In fact, I havent had sex in years, ever since I broke up with my ex partner."

"Oh." Is all you can get out, now fully embarrassed that you even for a second believed all of the rumors that were, and still are, floating around him. Of course rumors aren't truths. Why did you believe them so easily?

"Its not your fault for believing what you hear." He smiles again, relaxing. " after all, as a woman, you can't be careful enough these days."

"You seem quite aware of those issues. You know, as a guy." You say, awkwardly standing in front of the closed door.

"I've got many female friends." He shrugs. "Though that's all they are. Friends." He makes sure to press.

"Right." You nod. "Yknow, just like us." You laugh a bit embarrassed, making him smirk slyly.

"Oh?" He asks, amused. "I thought we might have the potential to be more." He wonders out loud, making your eyes widen.

But you easily catch yourself, looking him in the eyes as you cross your arms. "Maybe if you can do your job right and teach me right." You challenge, making him walk closer, close enough to run a hand over your hair- a delicate gesture that evolves into something far more sinful as soon as he grabs your hair firmly.

"How about I teach you proper manners first?" He asks, and you roll your eyes. The audacity.

"Can't even make me dance right." You tell him, and he laughs out loud at your bold words, before he looks down to you with half lidded eyes.

"Oh I'll make you dance, darling."

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #park jimin imagine #jimin imagine #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader

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apocalypticwafflekitten · 2 years

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Sweet Surprises

Gabriel x F!Reader

A/N: This is a prequel to Sweet Heart-to-Heart! I had this idea for how the two initially met and I wanted to write it out!

Original Imagine/Summary Thingy: Sam and Dean need help on a case and you find your own way to help them - even if that means going behind their backs.

Warnings: I tagged this as fem!reader because the Trickster calls the reader a lady once. Other than that it’s pretty gender neutral! Other than that, nope!

Word Count: 1.8k

When you opened the door to Crawford Hall, you were surprised to find dim lights and, well…romantic music playing, if you could call it that. It was a specific genre of cheesy “sexy” music that made you cringe. The lyrics made you want to run right out of the building - intentions for coming here be damned. But you were determined to talk with the trickster, so you crept down the hall, following the sound of the music, hoping that it would lead you to the man you were looking for.

The music’s trail led you to the auditorium which was bathed in red light. The “sexy” music blared louder, grating against your ears. You didn’t even notice the bed, nor the two ladies on the bed, at first. But once you recovered from the initial shock and adjusted to the music, your face grew warm, noticing the beautiful women and their suggestive lingerie.

“Hello ladies?” You asked, thoroughly confused, offering an awkward wave their way.

They looked surprised, like they’d been taken off guard. They gave each other a confused look, having a silent conversation for a few seconds before shrugging to one another and turning back to you.

“Hello” the blonde said with a smile, “what brings you here tonight?”

“Well, I was looking for the janitor, but I seem to have walked in on something. I’ll just uh…go.”

But before you could even turn to leave, a voice rang from behind you, startling you out of your confusion.

“Well hello there, pretty lady. I’m afraid I was expecting someone else, my apologies,” You whipped around to look at whoever was speaking. He was wearing what looked to be a custodial uniform, sporting a curious look and quirk to his brow, “Who might you be?”

You shouldn’t have been thinking about it, but you couldn't help but notice his caramel hair that had little glints of gold shining along the strands when the light hit right. You shouldn’t have been paying attention to the warm color of his eyes, or the shape of his face. You shouldn’t have noticed the shape of his lips - shouldn’t have even looked at them period. But alas, here you were, taking everything in in the span of milliseconds. Maybe a few milliseconds too long even.

You gave him your name, “I’m a friend of the Winchesters. They called me to help with the case. I wanted to talk with you.”

To say he was intrigued would be an understatement. You said you were a friend of the Winchester’s which meant that you were likely a hunter like them. And if you spent any amount of time hunting with them, then he’d expect you to be just as trigger-happy as they were. But here you were, asking to talk. Just talk.

He gave you a skeptical look, popping a chocolate into his mouth as he leaned against the stage. “Now why would you want to do that?”

You sighed, resting your hands in your jacket pockets, praying this would go over easily, “Look, I know you’re the trickster. You’ve been around for every one of these weird accidents and all our evidence points to you. I just want to talk.”

He shrugged, giving you a slow round of applause, “Well, I guess there’s no use in hiding it now. You’ve hit a home run sugar. So, what exactly do you wanna talk about?”

You took a deep breath, fidgeting your hands in your pockets, “Listen, I don’t want to kill you if I don’t have to. My brothers, they’ll kill you without so much as a second thought; they’re very ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ kinda people. Personally, I’m not huge on that, so if I can convince you to leave town and lay low for a while so we don’t have to kill you, I’d rather take that option.” You insist.

He nodded, taking your answer in, “Real quick: Do the bros know you’re here?”

“No,” you respond, “And as much as I’d love to sit and chat, they’re gonna be here soon, if they’re not already on their way, so I suggest we make this quick.”

He nodded and turned to pace in front of you, thinking over his options.

“So why are you telling me all of this? You say you’re a friend of the Winchesters which means you probably hunt monsters and creatures like me as well. Why go behind their backs to give me an out? Why not kill me?”

“Like I said, I don’t like killing if I don’t have to. I don’t really like killing all that much to begin with, so if I can talk with whatever we're hunting, I usually take that option. Seeing as I can talk with you, reason with you, I’d rather do that than get unnecessary blood on my hands.”

He gave you a look, a scrutinizing one that tried to piece together how, or why a hunter - especially one associated with the Winchesters - would give him a chance like this. It baffled him.

“Hmm. That’s odd to hear from a hunter.”

You give him a dry, huffed laugh, “Yeah, well, I’m not your average hunter.”

“So I see,” he responds, summoning a red sucker as he came to stop his pacing right in front of you, “One question though: what happens if I skip town and just start killing again?”

“The brothers will hunt you down again. That’s why I was hoping to convince you to lay low for a while or stop killing altogether.”

“And if they do hunt me down again? If I don’t stop killing?” He countered.

You give him a shrug, “I can only keep them from killing you so many times. I’m trying to give you a chance to avoid death, but if you decide to throw that away then that’s on you.”

“Gotcha.” He answered with a pop of his sucker, “so, how long are we talkin’ for laying low?”

You couldn't stop your eyes from falling to his lips even if you’d tried, but they darted back up to his eyes near instantly, “A few months. Maybe a year or so.”

He smirked, “Alrighty Sugar, how about this: I leave and lay low for around a year. You won’t hear or see a thing from me for that year, and in return I ask for one thing.”

It was your turn to give him a skeptical look. You crossed your arms and quirked a brow, “And what’s that?”

He smiles at you with something mischievous glinting in his eyes, “All I ask…are your favorite candies.”

“My favorite candies?” You ask, shock, then confusion contorting your face, “Why would you wanna know that?”

He responded with what was likely the millionth mischievous smirk of the day, “You’ll see.”

You were still a little skeptical, but nonetheless listed your favorite three sweets for him, all the while wondering what in heaven’s name he would want with that information.

“Alrighty Sugar, I’ll keep those in mind and—

Your phone rang, playing the opening riff of “Thunderstruck”.

“Fuck, that’s Dean.” You scrambled to answer your phone, “Sorry, gimme a sec.”

The trickster watched as you talked with Dean. He couldn’t help but watch the way you paced as you listened to whatever Dean was saying over the phone, nor could he get the image of your eyes out of his head. There was something in your gaze that dug deeper than his surface. It was like they could look directly past all the walls he had put up over the last millennia and see what was really hiding behind all the smirks and jokes and teasing. And for some reason, instead of that scaring him like it should, it made him want to ask you how. How could you know that there was more to him just by looking at him? Did you even know that your eyes were looking that deep? Maybe he was reading too much into the soft eyes of a compassionate hunter, but maybe, just maybe he wasn’t.

“Alrighty, see you at Crawford Hall in twenty minutes.” Your voice jolted him back to reality. It really didn't help that on top of your soulful eyes and beautiful body you also had a voice that just…it sounded right to him. He could pick it out in a crowd of a thousand people easily.

“I take it that’s my cue to leave?” He asked, sounding a little hesitant.

“Yeah, I’d say so. I’ll cover for you once you go. Don’t worry.” You gave him a reassuring smile and a warm look.

He nodded, a genuine smile on his face this time, “Thank you for the warnin’ sugar. I’ll see you in about a year.”

And with that he, the girls, the bed, and the music were gone.

You sighed. There was a part of you, deep down, that was disappointed to see the trickster go. He’d been interesting, curious, even a little charming (not to mention that he was a handsome fellow). You were curious about him too. You wanted to get to know him more; ask him questions, ‘pick at his brain’ so to speak. But there was one silver lining at least: you knew that you’d get to see him again in a years’ time, and that put a smile on your face.

You waited for Sam and Dean to show up, stakes at the ready, but when they got to the auditorium, all they found was you and an empty stage.

“What the hell happened? Did you gank the guy? He’s supposed to be here.” Dean asked, frustration clear in his voice.

“I don’t know,” you lied, “He’s just gone. There was no sight of him when I got here. Maybe he caught wind of us and skipped town?”

“Maybe.” Dean grumbled. He sighed, pausing for a second, “Alright. Let’s do a sweep of the place to make sure he’s gone. Then we can head back to the motel.”

~~~

When you got back to the motel that night, you threw your keys and purse on your bed. When you did so, a crinkling, plastic noise caught your attention. Looking back to where you had thrown your keys and purse, you found a large bag of each of the candies you’d mentioned to the trickster arranged on your bed. There were even some other sweets that you hadn’t mentioned, all framing a thank you card. You smiled, laughing a little to yourself before sitting on the bed and opening the card. You were surprised at how neat the handwriting was:

“I’m glad I got to meet you today Sugar. I hope you like the candies. I threw in a couple of my favorites as well as a thank you for saving my hide. I hope I get to see you again in a year’s time. Until then stay sweet, and keep asking questions before you shoot!

Your new friend,

The Trickster”

You smiled, folding the card and placing it in your bag before opening a bag of Mini M&Ms that he’d left. You shoveled a handful into your mouth as you thought of the trickster, making a silent promise to see him again next year.

~~~

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kess-in-the-perthchimzone · 8 months

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What the hell is Ben thinking in NLMG? Part 1 (up to immediately following the outing)

Why is a multiple thousand word, multiple parts essay coming out about Ben from Never Let Me Go so long after the show ended? The very quick summary is – like many of us, I was immediately sucked in by the Dangerous Romance trailer. Excitement about the show made me want to learn more about Perth and Chimon’s background.

Although I swore I’d never watch Never Let Me Go for reasons I won’t go into here, I gave it a shot to see the two of them in action. As I watched, I fell completely in love with Chopper. And since Chopper loves Ben, I became somewhat obsessed with figuring out what the heck was going on in Ben’s head. On first watch, Ben drove me crazy— it felt like he was constantly flip-flopping; taking one step forward, two steps back; and generally being a big ole hypocrite.

But after multiple rewatches, I realized that Ben actually goes through four distinct character arcs within the show that help explain his actions. I’m going to break those down here.

(Quick caveat that this is very Ben/Chopper focused because I watched the absolute bare minimum of Ben’s scenes with Nuengdiao necessary to write this. Again, I love Chopper too much to see his person with someone else!)

Arc 1 - Ben explores being with a man for the very first time; he also realizes that losing Chopper as a friend hurt him badly

Let’s start by throwing it back to 10th grade. Here are a few things we know about younger Ben thanks to canon:

Chopper was his very close friend – they were close enough that other people like Nueng, who doesn’t seem to pay much attention to anyone at school, noticed their relationship.

He was at least equally, if not more terrified of his dad than he is in modern day.

Because of this fear, coupled with the things he’d presumably been hearing all his life about homosexuality being wrong, he lived in complete denial of at a minimum, his feelings for Chopper, but possibly his sexuality overall. He actually admits this twice:

Listen to his voice when he says this in episode 8 – he is rueful. He sounds incredulous. He’s realizing as he says it, that that was complete BS. He probably caught himself staring at Chopper’s pink lips or looking at the way his hair fell across his forehead and found ways to explain it away often enough that it became habit.

Back then, out of sheer self-preservation, Ben had thoroughly convinced himself either (a) that he was straight, or (b) that he absolutely, under no circumstances had feelings for his best friend. He suppressed all his feelings for Chopper so deep he didn’t even know they were there. And once he learned Chopper liked him, he rejected him in a way that was unmistakable.

At the time, that wasn’t a lie – Ben thought he meant it when he told Chopper he didn’t feel the same way.

10th grade to present day (less than two years)

Ben immediately suffers for this — he completely loses Chopper in his life. I get the sense they only had each other, and both of them leaned heavily on the other considering the stress they both were dealing with at home, so this would have created a noticeable absence in both of their lives.

You can argue that vacancy persists to modern day. To quote @thirstkanaphan , “the fallout of the loss of their relationship is also evident in their respective lack of other close friendships when the series begins. Does Chopper have any friends? The bullies don't target him unlike Nueng because he shrouds himself in an aura of cool untouchability (and genuine danger); but Chopper seems to be quite isolated. And while Ben achieves a high social rank in school (student council president) and cultivates a congenial personality, we also don't see anyone coming to his defense in the aftermath of The Outing. Who are their friends?”

Chopper later explains to Ben why he stopped talking to him, and his perspective is completely understandable, but I can also see how that wasn’t fair to Ben – to overnight lose his best friend when he thought he’d told Chopper the honest truth about how he felt.

I definitely don’t think Ben expected that would happen; I’m guessing for the first few weeks or months after Chopper pulled away, he kept waiting for him to come back

Over time, Ben became increasingly hurt and lonely, but I think once again he denied the shit out of it. He threw himself into his music (which based on the way Chopper spoke has only recently started to take up much more of his time). When they do speak for the first time in the present day – more to come on that – these are Ben’s first words:

It’s telling that Ben’s first reaction is anger to see Chopper. He’s convinced himself over time that losing Chopper was for the better – that Chopper is a selfish jerk – but that anger has only been masking a lot of pain underneath.

This brings us to the start of the series

Ben first starts paying attention to Nuengdiao for a few reasons: because Nueng seems so lonely; he’s in awe of Nueng’s piano playing; and as class president it really is his job to help put other students at ease. There certainly is a superficial attraction there but also — it’s no coincidence Neungdiao is Chopper’s cousin and presumably resembles him!

@thirstkanaphan adds: It's telling that Nueng and Ben probably did not interact much before the start of the series, but the death of Nueng's dad and his subsequent return to school results in the escalation of bullying towards Nueng, as the bullies feel as though Nueng no longer has the same protections as he once did. Ben is - at heart - a caring person who dislikes seeing others in pain.

Over time, this shifts to more genuine romantic interest. In Never Let Me Go, Nuengdiao serves as the first time Ben has felt brave enough to admit that he is interested in a man and to explore pursuing some kind of relationship (whereas, Ben plays an important role as a catalyst that helps get Nueng and Palm together). More than anything, I get the sense Ben feels Nueng is safe. He’s similar to him so Ben understands him, he’s very quiet, and he keeps to himself — so as Ben starts to finally come to terms with himself and his sexuality, Nueng is a good potential person to explore those feelings with. With Nueng, Ben gets to have a pure, simple crush, whereas his feelings for Chopper are significantly more complex – and bogged down in years of other more negative emotions.

When Chopper and Ben speak for the first time in episode two, Ben’s frustration in Chopper’s absence becomes immediately clear from his words and tone (see above). He makes it very obvious: “You are the one who has avoided talking to me. Then you disappeared”

This is also the conversation where Chopper asks him about becoming close to Nuengdiao.

Ben’s incredulity at this is palpable. On first watch I thought his line of “have you been watching me” was over the top, but it’s unmistakable that he’s like (“this is why you’re finally talking to me??”). By leaning in so close to Chopper, he’s actively trying to provoke him. (EDIT made many months later. Also!! As you’ll see in later parts, Ben jokes about things he wants, so “Have you been watching me” is VERY interesting.”)

In this scene, I think Ben answers Chopper honestly about what he thinks of Nuengdiao: He’s interesting, he doesn’t brag about his father’s name, they get along well because of music. Nothing about this is overly romantic. Slightly out of order but:

And after this brief and very awkward exchange, Chopper asks:

You can see that Ben is genuinely rocked by this. He can’t believe someone who used to be his friend would ask something like this

This is when Ben drops the line “maybe because you think of me this way we aren’t friends anymore”. At the time, I think his feelings got a little lost because the audience was being led to be suspicious of Ben’s motives, but looking back, Ben is so so so stung by everything about this exchange.

You can argue that Chopper’s comments hit a nerve – Ben is being duplicitous. He has been hiding his attraction to men from the people in his life for years. And you can tell Ben is wondering, (“Does he really think this little of me? Is it possible I deserve that?”)

It’s after this that Ben’s solicitation of Nueng escalates — his burgeoning crush aside, I would argue some of his determination is targeted indirectly at Chopper, like (“see, I don’t need you, I have a new friend”)

And then we get to the paper cutting scene, which is a crucial one for Ben & Chopper:

It had already been made pretty clear to the audience that Chopper liked Ben, so I remember YELLING at my screen at this line for how badly that had to hurt him. But now that we know Ben knew about Chopper’s feelings all along, this line is actually kind of cruel. And Ben follows it up with a similarly cutting piece of dialogue. “Like I said . . .”

Apparently this is a thing he has said to Chopper previously – possibly while rejecting him – and it can be read as surface level; similar interests, etc. But we, as the audience, could also read into it that Ben means someone else who’s not ready to be out of the closet yet (going back to Nueng = safe)

This boy is hurt and he is so very bitter and he is exceptionally good at masking it with a smile and an easy tone. I think it’s telling that he word for word asks “what if I confess to him and he rejects me?”. He is thinking about the 10th grade as much as he is present day.

Except despite Ben’s slides towards pettiness, Chopper remains nice, he encourages Ben in this very soft earnest voice. He apologizes for what he said about Nuengdiao. He says WHO WOULDN’T LIKE YOU?

And look at Ben’s face here. The raw, unguarded staring that goes on for a second too long:

I think in this moment he’s beginning to truly understand how much he hurt himself when he rejected Chopper and feeling the first stirrings of the confusion that come back in full force in episode 8. (“Does he still like me? But he wouldn’t be encouraging me and Nueng if he did, would he? Why does the way he’s looking at me so intently make me feel so weird?”)

You can see him try to shake it off. He convinces himself it’s his excitement over them talking again.

They don’t show it on camera, but Chopper touches his hand or his arm – there’s a clear movement just below screen – and Ben gives him another one of those unguarded looks.

The cracks are already here in full force in episode 4!!

And then a whole lot of stuff happens with Ben and Nueng afterwards during which Ben gets to be a normal teenage boy who likes another boy and has the freedom to explore that. This is important to his development, because by exploring – and acting on – his attraction to men through his interactions with Nueng, he is better able to later realize he likes Chopper later.

@thirstkanaphan helpfully provided some context on the main romantic plotline that I missed entirely while skipping all the P/N scenes: Director Jojo films the first few episodes in a way to make the viewer suspicious of Ben’s intentions. We are meant to regard Ben’s open display of care and concern with wariness in the context of how the rest of the school treats Nueng. Plus, we are in BL territory and Ben is set up as the second romantic lead, so we are conditioned to root for Palm, who is standing outside this scene at the piano bench, witnessing their kiss with confusion, jealousy, and heartbreak. We are meant to be rooting for the main couple, so while Ben's actions may be considered reckless (kissing at school? wow!!) this moment sets Palm/Nueng's romantic arc in motion - Nueng's disappointment in Ben, his breakdown on the roof, and Palm's subsequent offer to replace the memories of Nueng's first kiss. For all that WE are concerned with Ben's interior life, the show is not. The show needs Ben to be the foil for Palm, so that Palm can be noble and swoon-y for Nueng.

At this point, the pivotal Ben/Nueng moment happens— the photo of them gets plastered all over the school entry, and Ben, who is visibly cowed by his father the entire time in the office, makes the horrible decision to say Nueng forced himself on him; we’ll come back to this decision in Arc 3.

I cannot understate how traumatizing this whole experience had to be for Ben. This would be deeply scarring for almost anyone. His first queer experience should have been a positive experience for him and it was treated entirely as something wrong – something to be embarrassed of; something his father would under no circumstances tolerate. Although he makes a bad decision, he is still a victim here.

I will wrap up part 1 with the lunch scene, which never fails to touch me deeply. (I can’t believe anyone genuinely thought Chopper spread those photos!!): Ben, who is feeling ashamed of himself and isolated from the entire school, goes to sit at a lunch table all alone. While everyone else stares at him and whispers behind his back, Chopper comes over and takes a seat beside him without a single moment of hesitation. He assures Ben. He touches Ben’s hand! He offers Ben help. And he coaxes a tiny smile out of him.

For all that his mind was on what happened in the office, I think from the moment Chopper takes hold of his wrist, Ben’s thoughts are completely on him:

In this moment, he must be thinking about how good of a person Chopper is, how empty he felt for so long without him, and how grateful he is to have Chopper in front of him right now. And what’s so beautiful is — this is probably one of the lowest points in Ben’s life, but it’s also the moment his closest friend comes back to him. I genuinely tear up thinking about it. How much did that mean to him?

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TLDR: In his first character arc, Ben simultaneously confronts the fact that losing Chopper as his friend in 10th grade hurt him badly, and begins to explore his attraction to men through his pursuit of Nueng – who (initially) serves as a safe person for him to do so with. Both halves of this arc conclude at about the same time – he gets to kiss a boy for the first time and in that aftermath, Chopper returns to his side. But the events of arc 1 create a new set of problems for him that I will explore in parts two, three, four, and five!

Continue to part 2.

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Worth The Risk: Chapter 2

AN: You know what I love in stories like this? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!

Ol' Sasu can't be a great guy right off the bat, or else things would be boring, right?

Right, guys?

…Guys?

Anyway, please keep that in mind for the first half of this story.

ALSO, I'll switch back and forth from Sasuke and Sakura's POV, so we can experience BOTH sides of the story.

Don't like that?

I wanna say tough titties because I should be confident and strong, but I want people to like me and this fic, so….uh….Please give it a chance? Ha!

Thanks for reading! :D

Sakura's spirits were lower than low as she allowed Ino to pull her toward the bar at some club one week after being fired from Oasis. She wasn't successful in procuring a job, even after her self-imposed deadline. So, after explaining the situation to her new friend, the woman was convinced to come out drinking before she left.

The bus ticket to Konoha was for next week, Monday, eight days away. All her belongings were packed and ready to go except her clothes.

"The drinks are on me tonight, Bestie! Let's get shit-faced!" Karin, who'd also tagged along, shared an excited grin with Ino as they flagged down the bartender and submitted a drink order.

She stood there, feeling uncomfortable and depressed in the otherwise lively environment. Music was playing so loudly that they had to almost yell to hear one another, and the bass vibrated her ribcage each time it hit.

It was like she saw herself in a third-person point of view as the trio of women took shots of tequila, following them up with the classic dash of salt and lime.

"Geez, you didn't even flinch, Saku. Lighten up a little. It'll be alright. We'll keep in touch, right Karin?"

It was apparent the two Otogakure women were trying to cheer her up by any means necessary, and if the situation wasn't as bleak as it was, Sakura might've teared up at that kindness.

"Sorry. I'm just going to miss you guys, is all."

"Well, if you mean that, let's make this the best night ever!"

Feeling guilty for not being completely honest about why she was so upset about returning home to Konoha, Sakura allowed them to pressure her into taking many more shots. Two hours later, just after midnight, all three women were thoroughly inebriated.

Karin was the first to abandon the group, having recognized a boy she'd gone to high school with who apparently had the glow-up of the century. She excused herself with a determination to seduce him. With a body and face akin to that of a lingerie model, Sakura didn't doubt the redhead would succeed, especially judging by the pink on the white-haired man's face when he noticed her approaching.

Ino and the pinkette danced and drank for half an hour before a familiar-looking man with black hair and pale skin approached, asking if the blonde would like to dance.

'Oh! I think that's the guy she was flirting with at Oasis! He was there on my first day and the Friday after that. Ino said he's hot. I should make sure she knows it's okay. I'd hate to ruin her chances,' Sakura covertly grinned with a slight nod when her drinking partner glanced uncertainly her way.

She mouthed, "Thank you," before allowing the man to take her hand and lead her back to the dance floor.

So, the Haruno woman was on her own, sipping some sort of mixed drink that burned the back of her throat, though she'd grown numb to the sensation since she was drunk. She turned to lean her back against the bar, searching the crowd for her two friends to see how they were fairing.

A knowing grin tugged at her lips when she saw Karin pulling her target through the crowd toward the exit with a triumphant expression. They were obviously going home together.

Ino was beaming as she danced excitedly with her crush, who looked at her like she was the most exciting thing on the planet. Either he was just as drunk as her or liked the blonde a lot. Maybe it was both reasons.

Sighing blissfully, Sakura turned back toward the counter and tossed back the rest of her drink. Her friends were right. The negative emotions weren't nearly as overwhelming in her inebriated state. She didn't feel as awkward as usual sitting alone at the bar in a packed dance club. Instead, she felt warm and happy.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone up here?" Sakura's spine straightened when a low, attractive voice came behind her.

Turning in her seat, the breath in her throat became stuck when dark, expressive eyes locked onto hers. The rest of the man was just as stunning. His black hair had that naturally tousled look that came off as attractive rather than messy, his jawline was so sharp it could likely cut diamonds, and his lips looked soft as they turned up into a small, flirty grin. His high-end, dark clothing suited him to a tee, too.

On any other day, Sakura would've been terrified to be in the presence of a strange man, especially one this tall and fit, but she threw caution to the wind because she was determined to have a good night no matter what, "I was waiting for a handsome guy like you to come change that."

'Oh my God, Sakura Haruno. You totally just flirted, and it wasn't a complete failure! Maybe you've still got it after all these years!'

The man lifted a sleek eyebrow, placing a hand on the counter's edge and leaning in so she could hear him better, "Is that right? Allow me to end your suffering. Let's go."

A small smile met the woman's lips as he offered a hand, and she paused only for a moment to think about it before accepting and allowing him to guide her out to the floor. Once in a spot that he found appropriate, the pair danced.

Drunk and carefree, a song or two later, Sakura turned around, a wave of satisfaction and arousal rolling up her insides when his hands found her hips and guided her back against him, where they moved sensually to the beat.

That tantalizing voice met her right ear as his lips appeared beside it, his breath tickling her skin, "I didn't expect you to be so good at this."

Bravely, she ran a hand up into his hair on the back of his head, turning her neck slightly so he could lean further where his ear was toward her, "Really? Did you only ask me to dance because you pitied me sitting up there all alone?"

An attractive chuckle vibrated through his chest against her back, "You're not here alone, Baby. I saw you with your friends earlier. I just waited for the right time to come over."

Sakura's breath hitched when his hands moved slowly up from her hips to her waist, long fingers squeezing slightly as though trying to memorize the curves. Her eyes closed, head falling back slightly to rest against his shoulder with a knowing smirk, "What a stalker! Should I run?"

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing it once before wooing into her damp skin, "If so, I'll chase you."

Not knowing what to say to such blatant flirting, Sakura just laughed, arching her neck a little so he'd have better access to it. Taking the hint, he kissed her again, lips brushing her skin as he moved them up to her ear, where he whispered, "Tell me your name. Mine is-"

Sakura sat up with a gasp, looking around in a panic only to realize she was in bed at her apartment. A swift breath sucked in past her lips when a throbbing headache suddenly hit. She lifted a hand to her temple, groaning. 'What happened last night? I was dancing with some guy, and then everything just goes blank.'

Green eyes widened, and the woman dropped her hand, lifting the blanket to verify she wasn't naked and becoming dizzy upon realizing she was wearing a man's dark blue button-up shirt and her undergarments, nothing else. Instantly, tears were rolling heavily down her cheeks.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I slept with that guy, didn't I? How could I be so stupid?' Pausing in her anxiety attack, she looked at the empty spot on the other side of the bed, 'Wait a minute…Where is he? Did he really leave without taking his shirt back? And did we use protection? I don't have enough money for emergency contraceptives right now!'

Her hectic thoughts went blank when she noticed a small piece of paper on her nightstand. Picking it up with trembling fingers, her pulse heightened further. It said, "Call me when you wake up. -Sasuke," followed by a phone number.

Sakura immediately grabbed her phone and dialed "Sasuke's" number. When she realized she should probably take a moment to calm down and gather herself, it was too late because a familiar voice came from the device, "Hello?"

"U-Um, hi. Is this Sasuke?" The girl covered her face with one hand, cursing herself for sounding so obviously upset and lame.

"Oh, hey. You're the girl from last night, right? Did you really call me the moment you woke up? I'm flattered."

She moved the device away to look at the screen and realized it wasn't even nine in the morning yet, which was very early after the night of partying the pair had done. Mortified, she stammered, deciding to get the information she needed and get off the phone because it wasn't like she'd ever see him again anyway, "Yes, I…. I want to ask you something. Did we, um…. Were we careful last night, or…?" Her voice betrayed her, wavering and cracking as she fell into tears again.

'I can't believe I let something like this happen. I've only ever slept with one other person in my life. This was too reckless.'

There was a long pause, "Careful? What're you talking about?"

Sniffling, Sakura squeezed her eyes closed and forced out, "Did you use a condom or not? Please just answer the question so if you didn't, I can…. You know…." A chuckle met her ears, making her frown deepen, "I-Is something funny?"

Sasuke sobered up, sighing amusedly before finally easing her gutwrenching worry, "We didn't fuck, you idiot. Stop crying."

The woman stammered, baffled, "But you were in my apartment, right? Your shirt…."

"Listen, I would've gone through with it if you hadn't passed out. I'm still offended, you know."

For some reason, the pinkette giggled, trying to muffle it with her hand before wiping at her slowing tears, "I fell asleep? How embarrassing…."

"You're embarrassed? How do you think I feel?"

"Sorry! I-I don't remember anything at all, but, um, thank you for making sure I got home safe."

Sakura's eyes widened when she realized she was smiling. Sasuke's unserious, casual responses comforted her somehow. It'd been a long time, four years to be exact since it was this easy to talk to a male.

He chuckled again, "I tell you what. Get dinner with me tonight, and I'll consider forgiving you."

The woman's grin fell. 'Does he want to meet up because we didn't sleep together last night, and he wants to try his luck again?'

"It'd be cool if we hooked up after; I know that's probably what you're worried about, and I won't say no if you offer, but I actually just want my shirt back. It was a gift from my brother; otherwise, I'd let you keep it. I just figured we could grab a bite while we're out."

Reassured, Sakura hesitantly agreed, "Um, okay then. Where should I meet you?"

'What's the harm in getting dinner with him? I'll be on a bus to Konoha next week anyway, and I won't have anything to eat today if I don't accept.'

So, she cleaned the shirt carefully, following the instructions on its tag, showered, dressed, and killed time until the afternoon when it was time to meet Sasuke.

Sakura was a few minutes late when arriving at the address she'd been given but received a text while approaching the restaurant building, saying he was also running behind. So, rather than awkwardly sit at a table by herself inside, she leaned against the side of the building and scrolled through apps on her phone while waiting. She also texted her date to let him know so he'd approach her when he arrived.

'I can't remember what his face looks like, but I do know he was handsome. Will I even recognize him when he gets here? Knowing me, I'm going to make a fool out of myself. I haven't gone on a date in years, after all. What kind of twenty-one-year-old am I?'

She knew why she was the way she was but refused to dwell on the reason, for it'd ruin her mood and make her want to abandon their plans.

"Hey, I'm here. Let's go in. It's freezing."

Sakura stood straight, gaze lifting from her phone to the familiar voice at her side, only to lay eyes on the dark-haired asshole that'd gotten her fired from Oasis. Fear flooded her entire body, the small bag containing the man's shirt falling to the ground as she shakily took a few steps away.

Sasuke lifted a brow, "What's wrong with you?"

'...He doesn't recognize me. Do I tell him? If I do, he might hurt me. He was pissed the last time I saw him, after all. Should I try to run? What if he chases me? I should just make an excuse and get out of here before he figures it out.'

"I-I….Something came up, so I can't stay. Goodbye!"

She turned and began walking quickly down the alleyway from the intimidating man, only for him to jog up and grab her wrist, "What's your problem?"

Terror locked the woman's limbs, and she tugged weakly at her wrist, remembering how tightly he'd squeezed it at the bar that night. She couldn't even turn to face him. "P-Please let go. I really need to get out of here."

"You might be the worst liar I've ever met. At least look me in the eye. Don't be fuckin' rude."

When she didn't obey his command, he grabbed her shoulder and forced her to turn, lightly shoving her against the alleyway wall and leering down at her with that dreadful glare. The act triggered memories of her ex-boyfriend doing the same thing, which brought tears to Sakura's eyes as she looked helplessly up at Sasuke.

It was like a rabbit staring a wolf in the mouth.

He didn't appear to care that she was scared and growled, "Tell me what your problem is. It can't be that you aren't attracted to me, so what is it?"

If she wasn't trembling like a leaf and fearing for her life, Sakura would've scoffed at his egotistical statement. 'He won't let me go until I tell him the truth. I just hope he doesn't cause too much damage. I can't afford to go to the hospital.'

"You really don't remember me?"

His glare faltered only slightly, "What?"

Sakura tried to shove his hand off her shoulder, failing, "We met before last night, about a week ago at Oasis. I-I, um, I poured-" "The new girl! Fuck, I knew you looked familiar! There aren't a lot of people walking around with pink hair."

His nonchalant attitude briefly triggered the woman's anger from that day, and she muttered, "Well, I got fired because of you, so if you'll kindly let go. I don't want to see your face for another second."

Sasuke scoffed, his grip tightening rather than releasing as he leered at her with a similar aura as when she'd freshly poured wine on his head, "You think I'm going to let you go after what you did? I told you I'd make you regret it, didn't I?"

"What did you expect? I repeatedly told you to stop, but you kept on! You're so-!" Sakura's statement was cut off when the man's other hand suddenly lifted to wrap around her neck, making the blood drain from her face.

He hissed, "Woman or not, this won't do. Should I teach you a lesson? Not only did you disrespect me, but you did it in front of others."

"Hey, yo, is that you, Sasuke? What's up, man!"

The pair looked toward the alleyway entrance where the restaurant entrance was. It was Hidan, the silver-haired man at the bar that night, too. A gorgeous woman with blueish-purple hair and a tall man with orange hair were beside him.

Without wasting a moment, Sakura took advantage of the distraction and slipped out of Sasuke's grasp, taking off in a sprint and not looking back, even when the man yelled, "Hey, wait!"

She ran until her legs felt like jelly and her lungs were on fire. Thankfully, when she looked around, it was clear they hadn't followed her this far. 'What should I do? He knows where I live!' With no choice, the woman dialed up Ino, panickedly speaking, when the blonde answered, "Can I stay at your place for a few nights?"

"Holy shit! It's packed!" Hidan exclaimed as the group of men entered Rainism, the only respectable club on the east side of Otogakure.

Sasuke was in a foul mood, not bothering to respond as they headed to the bar.

A few guys there appeared to recognize them and vacated the area, leaving just the right amount of space for them to sit and order drinks. The Uchiha man was pissed because his crazy ex-girlfriend, one of many, had slit the tires on his car. Not only that, but the replacements had to be ordered, so he couldn't drive it for a few days.

"It's just a car, Bro. Get yourself some action tonight, and get over it," Akatsuki's resident loudmouth barked.

He bit back, "She's lucky she's with Kimimaru, or I'd kill that bitch."

'If I piss him off, he'll go to his boss and start shit between the families.'

"Yeah, that's fucked up. Tayuya has a new dude but still tries to mess around with you. What a slut," Sasori mused, fingering a strand of his boyfriend's long hair.

"That's rich, coming from you. Didn't you do something similar to Kankuro after you guys broke up? You're even the one who dumped him! Psychopath," Hidan laughed, pinkish-purple eyes surveying the establishment.

Deidara snickered, "That was my idea. Don't give him all the credit, hm."

"Ugh, whatever. Shut up so I can focus."

Sasuke sipped the bitter-tasting whisky in his glass, absently gazing around the large room since there was nothing else to do. He didn't even want to come here tonight, but the other three wouldn't leave him the hell alone until he agreed.

'I'm pretty sure, between Hidan and me, we've fucked every woman in this building. We might've even done a few together,' the man guessed, not feeling as amused as he normally would.

What could he say? Akatsuki members aren't shy about sex. Hell, he couldn't count on his fingers the number of times he'd walked into the kitchen or living room back home to see people shamelessly hooking up for any and all to watch.

"Yo, Sasuke. Look, three o'clock."

Snapped out of his daze, the man looked across the bar to his right to see a group of three women in the dimly lit club: one redhead and two blondes. If his mind served, they weren't in his little black book. His dark eyes trailed over each of them before smirking, "Dibs on the skinny one."

Hidan laughed, "Why her? I'll take the blonde with bigger tits."

As confidently as always, Sasuke lifted his glass and gestured toward the woman in question, "Look at her, Dumbass. It's the shy ones that're the craziest in bed." Though that's true, he added, thinking, 'Not to mention she's fucking sexy. Who gives a damn if she has small tits? Boobs are boobs.'

He was self-aware, so he knew how much of a douchebag he was most of the time. The thing is, he was also attractive and rich enough to get away with it, so why change? Either women like being talked down to and degraded, or they get angry by it, which makes the sex that much better. It's a win-win situation. To this day, he'd never once been rejected, even if they didn't like his personality.

So, Sasuke watched and waited. The redhead was the first to leave the group. When Hidan began making his way over to make a move on the one with bigger tits, another guy got there first, making Sasuke, Deidara, and Sasori laugh.

When the silver-haired man returned, he was pissed, "Laugh it up, shitheads. Let's see you do better."

Never one to turn down a challenge, he rose, "Watch and learn."

When he approached, he took in the curve of her turned back, feeling satisfied when he realized that she made up for what she lacked in bust in other places. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone up here?"

The woman turned, only to pause with wide eyes when she saw him. At first, Sasuke smirked knowingly because it was obvious she found him attractive, but then he was the one taken aback. Upon taking a closer look, the girl was even more gorgeous. The deep, emotional twinkle in her green eyes, the way the lights ever-so-slightly reflected off the lipgloss on her plump lips, and even the soft flush of her skin was attractive.

"Waiting for a handsome guy like you to come change that."

'And her voice isn't all high-pitched and nasally like most women try to make it when speaking to guys. Thank fuckin' God.'

Sasuke came closer, barely able to contain his pride, when it was apparent he made her nervous, "Is that so? Allow me to end your suffering. Let's go."

Now, Sasuke's notion that the woman was shy didn't change, but he was still completely taken aback by how naturally she moved with and against him. It made him think it was correct to assume she'd be an interesting lay, which upped his attraction. He said and did his usual thing, and she responded as expected.

After taking a cab to her place, the Uchiha man allowed her to pull him up the steps and into an unbelievably small apartment.

The moment the door was shut behind them, he grabbed her keys, phone, and purse, tossing them onto the counter before pulling her into a deep kiss, to which she responded smoothly. A soft sigh came from the woman when he slid his tongue past her lips.

'That's pretty. I wonder what other sounds she makes.'

The pair slowly made their way to the bed, where he reached around to unzip her dress while she unbuttoned his shirt with unsteady fingers. To his surprise, once she was in her bra and underwear, she slid his shirt off and expertly slid it onto her arms, gasping out between kisses, "You smell amazing."

He hadn't expected her to be so bold, at least not yet.

Chuckling, he picked her up and moved them further onto the bed until her hair fell messily about the pillows. She unbuckled his belt, moving to unbutton and unzip his pants as he tasted the skin of her neck and shoulder, small sounds of appreciation meeting the air that seemed as sweet as honey to Sasuke's ears.

Her body was as nice as he expected, her skin soft to the touch, and whatever shampoo or perfume she used was floral and pleasant. There wasn't anything the man hadn't encountered before. There was still something a little different about her, though. He couldn't put his finger on it and didn't intend to let her sleep tonight until he figured out what it was.

Her abdomen's firm, feminine muscles flexed under his fingers as she pressed up against him, her voice airy and sensual, "Your hands…."

He cooed into her skin, becoming more anxious to continue with each passing moment, "You like my hands, do you?"

She gasped when he pressed against her, between her legs, "They're scary."

Sasuke's eyes opened, and he slowed what he was doing, 'Scary? Why'd she say that right now? …Must be the alcohol.'

Suddenly, he realized she'd stopped responding to his stimulations and pulled back, only for his mouth to open slightly in disbelief, "Are you asleep?" One of her small hands was cupping his against her waist, the other falling from his shoulder to rest against the pillow.

'She is! What the fuck! Who just falls asleep in the middle of hooking up?'

He sat back on his knees, dark eyes taking in the incredibly sensual sight of her lying there in his open shirt, the dark color contrasting beautifully with her milky skin. Glancing down, his brow furrowed as he took in how her legs bent over his hips and how his dick begged to be released from his clothes.

For just a moment, he thought about it but shook his head, sighing defeatedly and climbing off the bed, 'That's a line even I won't cross.'

Turning the lamp atop the nightstand on, he studied the unconscious girl while fixing his pants and buckling his belt.

"...Pink…." She wasn't blonde. The lights in the club had masked the pastel hue of her long hair.

'Now that I'm really looking at her, she seems familiar. Have I met her somewhere before?' Sasuke pondered for a moment before giving up, sitting on the edge of the bed while writing a note on the small pad of paper beside the lamp, glancing at her defenseless face occasionally.

'She must play some kind of sport since she has a lot of scars. I didn't take her for the type.'

Finally, he gave up and summoned a cab. Shutting and locking the apartment door before stepping out, running a stressed hand through his messy hair. The driver gave him an odd look when he climbed, shirtless, into the backseat but didn't mention it.

'I'll use it as an excuse to see her again.'

#sasusaku #sasuke #sakura #sasuke x sakura #sakura x sasuke #sasusaku fic #sasusaku fanfiction #naruto #naruto shippuden #sakura uchiha #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #uchiha sasuke

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yehsahihai · 2 years

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Putting this out here because @dumdaradumdaradum and @thewinchestergirl1208 said so. This is my first fic ever, tell me how it is

Ram was scared. 4 years of living a double life, 15 years of working towards a promise that could cost him his life, and as he stood looking the blood slowly seeping from his wife's arm, he couldn't remember feeling more scared.

He didn't even remember how it happened exactly. Ok, that was a lie. He remembered every detail leading up to this with crystal clarity.

"Ram, let's go out naa!" "Y/n are you mad? Look outside. There's a storm just waiting to happen. Do you want to stay in bed for the rest of the week or what?" "Arre kuch nahi hoga, trust me."

Ram had to raise an eyebrow at that. As much as he adored (loved??) his wife, he would rather trust a five year old with a bat than go along with her ideas. She wasn't stupid, gods no. He had yet to meet a person who could best him or even match him in a battle of wits.

No, it was just that she would often do things without any foresight. Borderline reckless almost. Like the time she was convinced that it was a good idea to eat 7 kulfis during the cold. Or the time she jumped from the highest point of a swing because "it's funn!!!!" Or even, the most recent, the time she thought it'd be fine to do a cartwheel, despite never having done one before. On stone flooring. Surrounded by furniture. Alone. That catastrophe had barely been avoided.

In short, ram had concluded that while he was immensely grateful for his wife and thoroughly enjoyed her presence in his life, she was someone he constantly had to worry for. But, he would often muse, it was a worry he welcomed with open arms.

Still, the monsoon had been relentless this time. The streets were slick with mud, the walls damp, the temperature cold enough that double blankets had to be drawn at night. In short, the kind of weather in which going out almost certainly meant getting hurt or sick. Or both. Considering y/n, Ram knew the chances of both were very, very, extremely high.

"Ram chalo na. You've gotten a leave from work after so long, let's have fun na." "We can have fun inside the house too" "what!!??" Ram's eyes widened as he realized the implications of what he said. Scrambling, he said " I just meant that there's no need to go out in this kind of weather to do something. We'll be just fine inside the house". She pouted. He looked away damn it he would not cave. But like the idiot he was, he risked just one glance. She was looking at him, brown eyes huge, pleading, lips jutting out, he caved. Later he would regret it, but as he gazed upon her, smiling wide enough to crinkle her eyes and jumping he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but utter adoration.

All of that had been swept away now. He could feel the waves of panic, threatening to crash over him. Dimly he heard her calling out to him but it was all gibberish. She had been fine. She was dancing around, as the skies had opened up. Neither of them had noticed the stone or the mud until she tripped over it, scraping the entirety of her right forearm, the blood a bright ruby red.

Breathing deeply, ram managed to say "ok we are going to go hoke and clean it up and then-" "Ram it's ok, I'm fine, really" "y/n we are going home and I'm carrying youu and that's that" "Ram I really don't think-" her husband's gaze, usually so soft when looking at her, now looked like sparking embers. But behind the satin wrapped steel was genuine fear. So she let up.

Ram, she realized quickly, could not calm down. In any other circumstance she loved hearing his voice but right now she wanted nothing more then for him to shut up.

"Ok, so there's no swelling and you don't seem concussed"

"Ram"

Undeterred he continued "But hey what do I know? I'm not the one who thought doing a cartwheel for the first time while alone was a good idea.

"It was ONE TIME"

"I wouldn't even know if you were concussed"

"Ram"

I'm calling the doctor though. You definitely don't seem ok and OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU GETTING UP, LIE THE HELL BACK DOWN"

y/n who had till then been quietly getting up to drink water immediately laid down not before saying "I'M FINE!!!" "NOT UNTIL THE DOCTOR SAYS SO!!!" "CAN YOU JUST TRUST ME WHEN I SAY I'M OK????" "NO I BLOODY CANNOT" "I'M NOT A KID!!" "YEAH WELL, ACT LIKE A KID GET TREATED LIKE A KID"

"What's that supposed to mean??" "You damn well know what it means"

Y/n was fuming. Her darling pati parmeshwar was freaking out over a small cut, had carried her home even though she was perfectly fine and now he was accusing her of being a child??

"RAM I SWEAR UPON ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY IF YOU DO NOT STOP FUSSING OVER ME RIGHT THIS MOMENT.." "You'll do what? Huh?" "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Tum kya karlogi? 5'4 ki to ho, wazan bhi 60 se kam hi hoga." "Achha??" "haan. What will you do???" With each word ram and her had moved closer. His biggest mistake.

She was lightning fast. One moment he was looking at her, ramrod straight. Next he was doubled over, tears pricking at his eyes as he tried to bat his wife's hands away from where they were currently dancing all over his sromach. "Y/n please nahi, please chodo na" " first say i'm not a kid" gasping even as his eyes leaked he said "Never." She let up, looking down at him. When had he collapsed to the floor? More importantly was she on top of him?? He didn't get the chance to think much because the next thing he knew she said "Never huh?" This time the attack was relentless. Ram felt his insides twist in ways they were supposed to. He didn't remember the last time he'd laughed so much. "Ok ok fine." She stilled. "You're not a kid ok. Youre a very sensible, responsible, mature adult. "Good."

Ram usually could not have borne the weight of a person on him. It brought back too many memories. Memories soaked with blood and violence. Memories filled with anger and despair. As he laid down though, looking at this vision above him he didn't feel any of that. No memories welling up to pierce him, no panic, no rage. Just pure happiness contentment. They stayed like that, for he didn't know how long and he didn't care. Time had ceased for them, ram especially as he felt her hand delicately brush the hair from his face.

Her hand, the blood, it all rushed back to him. He jumped up forgetting that she was literally right on top of him, causing her to be dumped rather unceremoniously on the floor.

"Shittt, I need to call the doctor" "RAM!!!"

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redburrowrights · 6 months

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I'm bored, so I guess I'll scream into the void about things I don't like, since this is the Internet after all.

This will be about star wars. Feel free to skip this if you don't wanna hear me complain about star wars stuff. Also, if I say something you disagree with, that's fine. I'm not one of those people who thinks everyone needs to agree with them.

So... Disney star wars has been pretty thoroughly torn apart, but there's one shining golden child that people seem to love, and that's Andor. And I... Don't really like it.

Let's start with what I like.

The show looks and sounds really good, no complaints on the music or visuals, it's all very nice.

And the Mon Mothma sections are very well done. They're all very tense, with her needing to navigate a dangerous political landscape, figuring out who she can trust, while also dealing with family drama. It's very well done, and really makes me wish we got a Mon Mothma show instead.

Now... The rest of it.

The show is really boring, first off, and that's not because of the slow pace. A slow pace is fine, and can be very effective. But the issue is that the show fails to invest me in what's happening, and so I don't care about the building tension or characters developing. So I'm simply left bored.

Andie himself jumps from place to place, never actually being invested in what happens around him. He runs from the cops, but those cops get fired an episode later and aren't relevant for the rest of the show. He joins the rebels, and you think that this must be how he becomes a freedom fighter, but nope, an episode passes and everyone dies and he leaves. Then he gets arrested. But not because he just helped a terrorist cell rob a military base, no, that would actually leave the story with some form of cohesion. It's just because he was near the scene of a crime. Sure, I believe the empire would arrest random people without due process, but we don't need to be convinced the empire sucks. We know they're the bad guys. Just make the plot connect so I might actually begin caring, even in the slightest.

But now he's in prison. What happens there? He befriends Andy Circus, immediately breaks out, and Andy Circus does because he can't swim, and the prison is in the ocean. So we're right back to where we were, with these episodes accomplishing absolutely nothing. Great storytelling there. If this was supposed to make him realize he can fight the empire, it was completely unnecessary. He already hated the empire, and he already fought them with the rebels. Why would any of what just happened make him suddenly want to fight, but nothing else he went through would? It's all just filler.

I should mention. I had said that after the cop got fired, he's no longer relevant to the story. That's true, but it doesn't stop him from being in it. Periodically, we cut back to him. Sitting at home, eating cereal, being berated by his mom. This adds nothing to the story. I already know this guy's deal. He wants to capture Andor, he's disgraced after being fired, he hates his mom. I get it. Have him actually fucking do something, or stop showing him. It's all padding.

There's two other subplots. One has to do with an imperial officer, trying to track down Andor. Her scenes are fine, but once again tend to drag a bit after a while, as she gains very little ground throughout the first season. This is effective at conveying the bureaucracy she's dealing with, and what she's cutting through to get things done. But it gets tedious to watch. It's not bad, but is a bit of a double edged sword. Not much else to say, I just hope she actually gets to do things in the next season.

There's also rebel who recruits Andor. He's pretty neat. He owns a antique shop on corocaunt, and gets to play into the Mon Mothma stuff which is good, since that's the best part of the show. He also gets a cool speech at one point, which is nice. But he also gets to be in an embarrassing scene with one of the dumbest ships I've seen from Star Wars. It's a star destroyer with three satellite dishes to use for tractor beams. The writers apparently forgot that normal star destroyers have perfectly capable traction beams. I'd assume the one on this ship is stronger, but it comes with a massive, difficult to protect, and easily destroyed weak spot, which is shown off in the episode. Also, if the dish is imiting the beam, then it appears to be a single directional use. That would make it difficult to dock with trapped ships, defeating the point of a tractor beam.

But that's just one really stupid ship, and the rest of his screentime is alright, so I guess this subplot is alright, if a bit uneventful. He spends most of the show hanging out in his shop, waiting for news.

Overall, I wouldn't call the show terrible. It's definitely not the worst Disney has put out for this franchise, and not even close to the worst Disney Plus show. But I keep seeing it touted as "the best star wars ever" and "the show saving star wars", when it's just kinda meh. It was pretty bland and forgettable for me, and I guess I just needed to vent, since it sometimes seems like I'm the only one with this opinion. Thanks for letting me shout into the void about a show I don't like, I'm a franchise that's very dear to my heart.

#star wars #Andor #star wars andor #critique

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leogichidaa · 2 years

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Sudden Death

For @artemisia-black's prompt: Regulus and Sirius play Quidditch.

Shoutout to my high school bestie, who wrote the inspiration for the first scene.

Regulus was four when he saw his first proper Quidditch match. He had been so excited when they returned home, he had begged Sirius for an hour straight to teach him to ride a broom until Sirius finally relented.

“Before you can learn to fly a broom, you have to be able to fly on your own,” Sirius explained solemnly, as they stood on the precipice of a cliff off the field by their uncle’s house.

Regulus scrunched up his face. “I don't think that is right,” he said, peering anxiously over the edge.

Sirius rolled his eyes. “I should’ve known you’d be a baby about it. Figures. I was flying when I was still in diapers, you know.”

Regulus furrowed his brow and jutted out his jaw. “I am not a baby! I can do it!”

In the end, he only broke three bones, easily reset. He was spared a far worse fate by a bout of accidental magic from Sirius. Rather than suffer any consequences for convincing his brother to jump off a cliff, Sirius was rewarded for showing such strong magic at his age. He later sidled into Regulus' room and insisted that he hadn’t realized Regulus would be stupid enough to actually try it. There was a pleading edge to his voice and eyes, but he never really apologized.

When Sirius came home for summer holidays after his first year at Hogwarts, he had suddenly developed a keen interest in Quidditch. He had hitherto always yawned in a thoroughly exaggerated manner any time he was dragged to a match and almost always refused to play with Regulus. But that summer it was all he wanted to talk about. “Potter says the Appleby Arrows have a shot this year”, “Potter met Ludo Bagman”, “Potter says that Christiani has shoddy broomwork”.

It was supremely annoying to have the one thing that Regulus had always hoped for--a shared interest in the sport with his only real companion at Grimmauld--spoiled by this awful Potter boy, who sounded like a right twat (no wonder Sirius was so obsessed with him).

Nevertheless, the silver lining was that Sirius agreed to go out flying with Regulus. They played a game Sirius had dubbed “Sudden Death”, where they only released the bludgers and both went up with bats, trying to knock the other off their broom. Sirius had always been better at it than Regulus, who was petrified of falling off his broom. He played it safe, avoiding the necessary daring moves and the more he tried to avoid a fall the more likely it became. It didn’t matter that the ground was charmed to give them a soft landing--it wasn’t the landing, really, so much as the awful feeling of hurtling through the air that unsettled Regulus.

Unbeknownst to Sirius, however, Regulus had been practicing while Sirius was away at Hogwarts cavorting with undesirables. He had more confidence on a broom than Sirius now, and it showed. He managed to unseat Sirius nearly every game they played that summer. Sirius never wanted to play it again after that. Not that he was around much to play, anyway.

Regulus was 17 and freshly graduated from Hogwarts the last time he saw a proper Quidditch match. It was Puddlemore United against the Appleby Arrows, and the Arrows pulled out an unexpected win. In the pub afterwards, he spotted his brother in the company of his usual crew: Potter, Lupin, and Pettigrew. They were joined by the redheaded mudblood Potter had married.

Regulus’ eyes lingered on them a moment too long and Sirius looked up and made eye contact. His lip curled and his jaw clenched when he saw his younger brother. His former brother. Two hours later in a back alley, both drunk and overflowing with resentment, they had a shouting match that almost made Regulus feel normal again.

“You remember when you were four and you jumped off that cliff cuz I told you to?” Sirius asked during a lull in the fight, wiping his brow.

Regulus scowled. “I nearly died.”

“I wish I hadn't saved you,” Sirius panted out. “You never knew how to think for yourself, always doing whatever stupid thing someone else tells you you ought to. It’s going to get you killed eventually. At least if it killed you then, there would be less innocent bloodshed. I should have let you die.”

It was the last thing Sirius said to him.

#writing prompt #turned a quidditch prompt into angst oops #regulus black #sirius black

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feyravenchatter · 2 years

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So, I accidentally may have (very, very) roughly plotted another fic. It was not my fault, I swear. I fully blame Jason Mraz for this one, as it was I'm Yours that set it off to begin with.

This really is super rough, don't say I didn't warn you

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Coffee shop/bar (yes it’s both) - lgbt flavored w/open mic

Bartender/barista/writer Keith (also wears glasses occasionally, which Lance thinks are f’ing adorable)

Musician Lance

Writer Keith

Comes in bc his family doesn't like the idea of him being a professional musician or bi, and it’s a space he knows they won’t know about

Mutual pining for a bit bc they're dumbasses

Lance is def wearing a denim jacket w/a bi pin

Shiro def gives Keith shit about Lance

Has to come to the conclusion himself (w/help from Veronica, who doesn’t speak to them much anymore outside her siblings after she came out in college) that his parents are toxic

Couple of hookups & makeout sessions leave Keith thoroughly confused

He eventually ends their unspoken arrangement bc of all the mixed signals

Lance talks things out w/Veronica (^^^^^), who convinces him to go low-contact with their parents at least for a little while and go after Keith

Which he does, catching him as the bar's closing for the night and Confessing in the parking lot

Mami overheard part of the convo btwn her children & confronts Lance when he gets home

Tells him that she's thought about it and that she just wants him to be safe and happy and that if it's ...not with a woman... then she's ok with that

She also understands if he still doesn't want much to do with his father since he's a bit more old school catholic

Lance says he'll think about it, but that he probably won't talk to his father much if he can avoid it

She asks him if he's seeing anyone and he tells her about Keith

She's still a little unsure, but he's happy, so she lets it go

Lance still goes to open mic nights & they take their newly solidified relationship slowly

Until they're confronted by lances father one night when Keith drops him off

Lance pulls back, afraid that Keith won't want to be with him bc of that

Keith's the one to reach out first reassuring Lance that he's not breaking up with him bc of his parents

Mami finds out about the confrontation and a fight starts

This is at the same time as Luis shows up with Lisa and the kids

He sends them off and goes inside with Lance, backs up his mother and baby brother and tells his father to pull his head out of his ass and grow up

Mami tells him not to speak to his father that way, but Luis says that he's earned this and that she knows he's right

He gets Lance out of the house with the excuse of getting Lisa & the kids

In the car, he tells Lance to come stay with them for a while to get away from their father and the tension he knows will be between their parents

It takes a little but Lance finally gives in

About 3 weeks later, during which time Luis has gotten to know Keith a bit (he's also been formally introduced to the rest of his siblings who have decided they're adopting him) Lance is back for another event at the coffeeshop during the day

He's been a bit hesitant (slowing their relationship down even more after the blowup with his parents but decides that he doesn't want to wait anymore and tells Keith in the way he knows best - through music - and forgoes playing one of his own songs in favor of Jason Mraz

Keith gets it immediately and by the end of the song, so does everyone else

Klance are so focused on each other neither of them noticed Lance's father standing by the door, or when he stepped out just before the song finished

Shiro kicks Keith out from behind the bar, sending him out to the café floor. He ends up just standing in the middle, between tables watching. Or he would be if Lance could keep his eyes off him

Lance doesn’t even bother putting his guitar down, just swings it around to his back to rush the few yards between himself and Keith, where he says that he can’t keep waiting and fuck whatever his father has to say about it. The next person in line for the event takes over the stage area, a bohemian punk (90s-style sundress w/combat boots, leather jacket) lesbian with a ukulele, and quietly hands Lance’s guitar case to Shiro over the bar before starting her own performance

Keith makes the suggestion that they get out of there, and Shiro calls out that he has the case and reminds Keith that all his shit is still in the break room. Finally on their way out, Lance asks if Keith drove in, and he says that Shiro did, which Lance then says means that he gets to keep Keith for as long as he wants for the rest of the day

Lance’s father had been waiting outside, hoping he wouldn’t be staying at the coffee shop for too long. Keith takes Lance’s hand, grounding him, but he still asks why his father’s there. He says that he and mami had several very long conversations, and he eventually realized that he couldn’t hold with that part of his faith anymore. Mami made him realize that he was getting to the point of losing one of his children permanently, and that if it went on long enough, he was going to alienate all of his children. Family is more important than his faith, and while he’s not giving it up, he’s not giving up his children either, and apologizes for how he’s been, and hopes that Lance can forgive him for it eventually. Lance says that he has to think about it, but that he and Keith have plans and he needs some time

When asked after getting to Lance’s car, he says that his plan for the rest of the day was that he didn’t have a plan and just wanted time with Keith, doing anything and everything. Keith says that maybe they should just leave the car there in the shop’s parking lot. He knows that Lance doesn’t know the area as well as he does, and takes his bf on something of a walking tour of the city’s queer quarter. They end up at the end of the day in the park right between the shop and the ocean. The only other thing that’s still bothering Lance is his parents lack of support for him wanting to chase his dream of being a professional musician. Keith says that while having his parents support would be great to have, he does have the support of his siblings, friends, and especially his boyfriend. Lance knows he’s right, and decides fuck it, he’ll never know if he doesn’t try it, and just hopes that his parents will come around eventually.

A few days later, and Lance is at Keith’s city apartment, his exposed brick bohemian writer’s loft a good backdrop for his first video, which then gets posted to various social media.

A few years later, and Keith is there in the front row for Lance’s first major tour, starting in their hometown. He’s already published his first novel and already working on another. Lance may not be selling out in every stop on the tour, but it’s far better than projected, and he’s not forgetting his coffee shop roots, playing a second, shorter show in a queer-friendly spot in every city the next day. Keith is going on tour with him, writing while on the road.

But the last night spent in their apartment (Lance moved in with Keith 6 months after the apology from his father – they’ve made up, with both him and Veronica, and his are parents fully on-board with his music career) is the important one. They’re leaving after the set at their shop the next day, and this will be the last night in their own bed for a while. Lance is wiped out from the show, but Keith won’t let him go to sleep just yet. Both in their pajamas, the only light the moonlight and the strings of warm fairy lights, Keith pulls small a leather box from the back of his nightstand and proposes to his emotional boyfriend. Lance tackles Keith to the bed, and Keith laughs, asking if he can take that as a yes? Of course it is, you bastard.

#multiverse theory #my writing #coffeeshop musician au #keith kogane #lance mcclain #keith x lance #klance #musician lance #writer keith #barista keith #bartender keith #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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