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petriwriting · 2 months ago

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Through it all - JJ Maybank X Reader

Summary: after an arguement with JJ over his behavior, Instead of saving Sarah, JJ dives after y/n during the storm.

Fluff! Angst! Action ig

A/N: I don’t think I’ve written for obx before. But I’m sad for obvious reasons. Spoiler warning. Basically re-writing a few scene with JJ from the last few episodes to include reader. JJ kills Groff instead of… you know.

“JJ.” You say his name as if you’re trying to soothe a venomous snake. He shakes his head, taking a sip from the bottle he had nearly finished by himself. He has been all over the place lately. sure, he had a harsh sudden realization and figured out who his real father is, and sure you were on the run, but he had no excuse to be lashing out at the only people that really truly loved him.

“JJ!” You shout, finally getting his attention. He was zoned out, drinking by himself out on the deck watching the waves crash. He turns around, the sun is illuminating his hair and his eyes match the color of the sea in the horizon. “What,” he retorts quickly, with a huge sigh. “If you’re here to lecture me I really don’t wanna hear it right now.” He snaps.

You take a step closer to him. The sea breeze is brushing through your hair, the boat rocking you back and forth gently as you lean into the railing by where JJ is standing, barely. He’s swaying gently, he’s drunk. Despite his behavior lately, you still loved him. That didn’t change, you understood he was going through a lot with the discovery of his father, his mother and his family’s toxic dynamic. It was heartbreaking to see him hurt, to see him so broken. He had just snapped at John B, saying some nasty things. So when John B had come back into the cabin very upset, expressing his anger out, you knew exactly what stubborn pessimist had caused it. You were sympathetic for JJ, knowing that likely only you could reach out to him and have him really deeply consider what you have to say. You just hoped he would be willing to listen in that moment.

“I’m not here to lecture you,” you offer slowly, treading carefully. “I’m just worried about you JJ,” you continue on. He then proceeds to cut you off promptly. “Save your tears Y/N.” His voice is fast, like a bite. It stings. “I’m not worth crying over.” He snaps back again. Taking another swig of his bottle. “Jayj, I’m serious. I love you, it hurts me to see you like this.” You plead. He shakes his head kicking his feet, while running his fingers through his hair just like his father would have an anxious fidget. “Nah. You know,” he begins with his teeth gritted. “I love you, but… nah.” He insists, his sudden burst startled you. “You shouldn't love me, that’s your problem,” he chuckles with a slightly twisted smile. You opened your mouth to speak, stunned at the sudden insult. After everything you had been through together, good and bad, you could not believe his outburst. Before you could speak he continued speaking, talking right over you.

“Just drop the act alright? You’re scared o’me, just like John B and the others. And you should be. I'm- I'm like a parasite.” He takes an exasperated sigh and rubs his temples. Then with his hands up in surrender, as if defeated, he snaps out the following hurtful phrases. “You should be scared cause guess what, Y/N?” He leans forward close to your face. “Hanging around me, I’m all bad news. And at this rate you’ll end up just like my mother.”

Tears welled in your eyes at another unnecessary insult being thrown at you. It felt like you now had a knife in your chest. “How can you say that?!” You choke out. “Just leave me alone, I’ll deal with it m’self like I always have.” He quips back. “You and I both know you can’t handle the truth.” He says, turning away from you to face the ocean and it’s ebb and flow of waves crashing in the distance. “You don’t mean that.” You stuttered, wiping your eyes and heading back inside. “Go’on!” JJ gestures you to go away. “Play cards with Sarah and Kie like everything’s so fucking great right now.” He swigs more from his bottle, closing his eyes to feel it’s affect.

. . . .

Before you know it, the storm is at its peak. You are tying things down, packing away supplies preparing for the storm ahead of you. Anything to help you prepare for the rollercoaster of waves rocking the boat violently back and fourth. You can’t help but worry that JJ is passed out or not fully realize what is going on though it would be hard to miss. Even if he was drunk. but, you’re still hurt from the arguement and you are well aware he is capable of taking care of himself. You try to have optimism that you’ll all make it out okay.

As things reach their worst, kie is freeing rafe from the supply closet and before you know it Sarah is calling out for John B. Cleo and pope are hanging on for dear life as the boat is shaken about. “Let me go,” you insist. “Stay here!” You insist before Sarah can protest or go out there herself. You find yourself outside, the air is thick and humid and the rain is drenching you every second, the cold air and waves rocking you, unable to stand steadily for more than a few seconds. you scream John B’s name and he responds with a hell. "I'm Fine! I'm Ok!" he yells. Thunder crackles through the sky and lightening strikes as the wind tangles your hair further. Unfortunately before you can make it, you take another step forward but the boat rocks and sends you flying off the deck into the mountainous mouth of the waves. John B screams desperately for you, but he is too late to help you. You heard a muffled scream, and are engulfed in a freezing cold and dangerous ocean. He stands there shocked, unable to do anything in that moment. JJ comes outside, he’s finally sobering up. He’s screaming your name, unable to see where you are with the weather and storm clouding his vision. once he realizes what has happened. You pop your head up and scream to the best you can before being pulled under the waves again. he can see you, barely, JJ acts fast, the fastest thing he’s ever done anything no hesitation, grabbing the life float and throwing it as far into the water as he can. As soon as he hears your screams, his instincts kick in and he is diving after you into the perilous dark and cold stormy waters. He disappears, and John B is left heartbroken. He thinks he just lost his best friends for good this time.

. . . .

You wake up and you are washed up on the beach, the sun is bright and the sand is damp around you. you are exhausted and sore and your head in pounding. You look around you and see nothing. No one. Panicked, you turn around and focus your eyes along the water line until your eyes meet JJs whose also coming to, about 65 feet from where you were. You must have been ripped apart by the sea, the last thing you remember is drowning. Darkness. Shaking, and soaking wet, you run to him with tears in your eyes. You are relieved to be alive, and thanking god or any other entity that would have the odds be in your favor that day. You are thankful that JJ is alive. He’s also the same way, thankful to see you. He smiles finally and sighs to himself before sprinting towards you until the two of you collide in embrace, there's sand in his hair and stuck to his back.

“I thought I lost you,” you sighed exhausted and exasperated. “I know, I know baby.” he says softly and tenderly holding you tight as if he will never let go, “I’m so sorry. For everything.” JJ says. You pull away from the embrace and he gently goes to cup your face with his rough and callused hands. “You saved my life,” you say, somewhat in disbelief of the circumstances. This is not how you had envisioned your current self to be doing, but you are thankful for every minute of it. Thankful to be alive. “I couldn’t live without you.” He replies in a desperate sigh. You lock eyes, he gazed into yours like you were the most beautifully and intricately detailed painting in a fine arts museum. He analyzed every detail of your face, scared he might not see it ever again. In return you gazed into his sea color eyes, glistening in the sun light. He looked tired, but content. Elated. “I love you JJ,” you whisper. “I love you.” He says back. “We should find the others,” you offered finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah yeah but first,” JJ cuts off his own words by pulling you towards him gently and softly into a deep and long passionate kiss. Your lips collide and you can start to feel the world melting away, like nothing mattered but each others embrace and affection. After a moment you smile slightly. “I’m never leaving you alone ever again.” JJ says sincerely. You chuckle slightly taking his had as you begin to walk further down the water line. "Back home I had a ring, but i'd really like to spend the rest of my life with you," he says. "Well before making any commitments," you smile. "The future Mrs.Maybank would like to find the others so we can celebrate properly." JJ chuckles, "Yes M'am." he says.

“Alright, now let’s find the others, I hope everyone is okay..”

. . . .

“You know,” you begin, waiting and watching out with JJ in Morocco, the hazy sun gleaming across your eyes as you are adjusting your head wrap. “They say if you find the blue crown you get a wish.” You state. “Yeah? Maybe, it sounds like nonsense.. I dunno.” He jokes slightly, you are glad he’s gotten over his slump and isn’t feeling as bad anymore. He’s acting more like himself. More like the JJ you fell in love with. “Well, since we don’t know that.” You quipped back, “what would you wish for?” You asked. JJ sort of shrugged sheepishly. “Oh you know,” he says, shaking his head. “Nice new truck with good suspension, freshly painted, fuzzy dice around the mirror,” he joked again, you chuckled slightly. “Okay seriously, anything... what would you wish for?”

JJ licks his lips, pondering the words for a slight moment. “Well I wish we could get a house back home, nothin’ fancy just somethin by the water, you and me we could get married.” He says. You brush a strand of your out of your face and flush slightly at the thought. “I wish that we could just be happy, no bullshit, no cops, just us. It sounds really nice.” He says as his expression softens. “That’s what I’d wish for. You.” He says. You step closer to him and you lock eyes. The wind is coursing through your hair. The glow is illuminating your features perfectly, JJ is secretly studying your face and how perfect it looks. “You already have me. I’m not going anywhere.” You say sternly reassuringly.

“Then I guess I don’t need a wish now do I?”

. . . .

You are running.

Running for your life. The sandstorm is swirling around you from the horizon. your eyes are red and tired and your body could give out from exhaustion if it weren’t for the adrenaline pumping through both of you. JJ has the blue crown. You are inches from success. It's so close you can taste it.

“This way come on!” You shout, JJ following behind you, you ran ahead of him.

Before you know it, there is an arm tightly restricted around you with a knife to your throat. It’s Chandler Groff. JJ’s father. You whimper as he squeezes hard enough to restrict your breathing, and you let out a desperate cry for help. “Quiet!” Groff demands. You are terrified of what he’ll do. “JAY!” You manage, one last time, something clicks in JJ and he rushes up to your rescue. “Y/N! I’m comin!” He screams.

He rushes up to you with the crown to see his father who greets him by his name. You whimper and struggle beneath Groff’s grasp. “Let her go,” JJ snarles.

“You could have stuck with me, JJ,”

Groff offers unwanted. “Think what you could’ve had,” he pleads, JJ grits his teeth as the winds tossle his hair more. “But now.. you get nothing.” Groff chimes back, his voice is hoarse and exasperated.

JJ lifts up the infamous blue crown. He looks at it wrapped up in his hand, and then to you. “No.” He shakes his head and turns to his father. “I already have everything. I have everything I ever wanted.” He says. “Things you’ll never have,” he shakes his head. Groffs eyes are full of tears, he’s unsure if this is because the man is emotional or if it’s from the irritation and the sand laden winds that have scorched him. “You want the crown,” JJ continues. For a second he pictures his life without you, and it hurts him deeply. He’d rather be dead than lose you, he realized in that moment. “Take it.” He holds it out. “I don’t want it.” He snaps. “Just Let her go. Now.” He demands.

JJ then exchanged the crown for you, and embraces you tightly and you hold him. You don’t want to let go but you are mistrusting of Groff, and you immediately turn towards him and take a step back behind JJ. “It’s a shame.” Geoff says, his expression has melted away and he seems heartbroken. “You and me. You should have given it to me,” Groff says delicately. “JayJ-“

In a swift motion, JJ is slashed in the abdomen and blood begins to soak the fabric of his clothes. You gasp, terrified. But JJ is quick, and he grabs his fathers arm before he can stab his son with a final deadly blow. Twisting groff’s arm, all in one motion that seemed like a blur, he looked into his fathers eyes full of hatred for his own blood and snatched the knife with his other hand, imapleing him in the chest.

You watch as Groff falls to the ground, gasping for life, dying. “Welcome to the family, son.” Groff snarles and heaves in pain as the knife is stuck in his chest he lets out a sad and twisted laugh. “You’re a killer just like your old man.” Groff utters his last words. JJ is already injured, now bleeding, he stumbles back, you pull the knife from Groffs chest, in case he tries to use it again in his very last effort as his eyes roll back and he lies limp on the dirt, bleeding out.

“J,” you gasp, catching him before he can fall back into the ground. “Oh my god,” you put your hands over his wound, blood is everywhere. “JJ, you’re gonna be okay,” you plead. You’re crying, and you hug him. You are trying to remember your first aid skills. “It’s gonna be fine you’re okay,” you take the wrapping of your head, and use it to apply pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding. He winches in pain. His eyes are tired and glazed over. “Oh my god,” you say and sigh, the bleeding has finally subsided. It’s no longer life threatening, but now under control. You wrap the head scarp tightly around his wound. “I’m ok,” he says his voice is scratchy and dry.

“I’m alright, hey,” he grabs your shoulder, you’re leaning down by him, “I’m not goin anywhere see?” JJ says comforting. He shouldn’t be comforting you when he was nearly killed. “You can’t get rid of me that damn easy,” he winches as he tries to sit up slightly. He grabs your face in his hands. “Fuck that hurts-" he stammers. "We did it,” he says softly after a moment... “I love you, that crown does grant wishes, because we made it out, and you’re safe.” He reassures you. Tears flood your eyes at the thought of nearly losing him, finally reeling from what happened and you lean forward and kiss him. "I won't leave you widowed that easy, now would I?" He laughs, regretting his laugh and groaning in pain. "JJ you're hurt, maybe don't joke right now," you say sternly. You always balanced each other out so perfectly.

The others shortly follow, finding Groff’s body and the crown. Pope and John B both help hold up JJ, he can barely walk from his previous injuries, but he’s okay. Everything is okay. And as it turns out, the crown does grant wishes, because yours- to keep everyone safe especially JJ, was granted.

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cxffecoupx · 7 months ago

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cheol as a boy dad

boy dad! seungcheol fluff, requested warnings: reader has a womb, cheol being down bad for his baby boy word count: 705 author's notes: requested by anon (thank you so much!!) I hope you like it. i never really thought about boy dad cause cheol's definitely a girl dad for me but I loved writing this so much! Lemme know what you think :) check out 'cheol as a girl dad' here.

boy dad! cheol who starts crying in the hospital seeing a junior version of him. his big boba eyes are yours, no doubt, but the little pout that finds home on his baby's lips are unmistakably his — even he can't deny it. his eyes start watering when his baby boy holds his index finger with his whole palm.

boy dad! cheol who litters gentle kisses on your sweaty face, murmuring the sweetest of praises on how you did so well and how your baby is a sweet healthy boy who looks like the best of them both. your tears melt into his as you both happily sob over this moment of joy.

boy dad! cheol who you always find around your baby, smiling and cooing at him, playing with him and his toys and always bringing a wide grin to your baby's face. the child's laughter fills your little home and you can't help but sigh in content.

boy dad! cheol who always traces the baby's features delicately: the eyes that reflect the same shine that yours hold, the lips that pout the same way he does, the little button nose and the cheeks that seungcheol withholds the urge to bite because they're so chubby and so.... biteable (the cuteness aggression is so real right now!!)

boy dad! cheol who loves to dress your child in matching clothes as his. you search for seungcheol as you browse through the women's section, only to find him approaching you with two same shirts in different sizes. everytime you all go out you stand out because you're walking around with two same people, just different fonts.

boy dad! cheol who wraps his hands around your waist and kisses your neck, surprising you as you make dinner. who always takes time to appreciate you about all the struggles you had to deal with during the pregnancy, and how you've made him more happy than any man in this world.

you turn around and start kissing him, but just as things were about to dive deeper, your little trouble-maker stumbles up to you both and starts tugging on your pants. seungcheol grabs the child and tucking him in between you both, gives you and your child a bone-crushing hug that ends up making your son giggle endlessly. cheol gently whispers how he's holding his world in his arms right now, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

boy dad! cheol who pouts and whines everytime your son ignores him and runs to you. you don't realise how, but your son takes more liking to you, running to you first whenever you return home from somewhere, or whenever he needs something. although seungcheol loves to see it, he lowkey hates how he's just left there, hands outstretched for a hug hanging in the air. he dramatically falls to the floor, kicking his feet and whining which makes your son run from your arms to fall onto his dad's chest, giggling with how cheol tickles him.

boy dad! cheol who gets so excited to take your son to the first day of his school. although having to leave him makes his sad, he's excited for his son's new step in his life and will be all ears to hear him talk all about whatever happened at school. he sneakily gives his son a sweet treat without you knowing (it's their little secret now) as he tells everything he learnt in class that day.

boy dad! cheol who always teaches his son to respect everyone he meets in his life. he hopes that his son learns from watching the way he treats you, his wife, with all the love and respect he could give. he hopes that one day, when his son grows up, he treats his wife the same way seungcheol treats you now.

boy dad! cheol who, even though secretly wished for a baby girl, becomes extremely elated with his precious little baby boy, in whom he sees both you and him. hes feels like the luckiest man on earth — with a wife he loves with every inch of him and a lovely son who he wants to keep happy for the rest of his life. his little, happy family.

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thunder-opossum · 3 months ago

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I Have A Proposition

-by thunder-wolf64

I will write this type of thing for each slugcat if you guys like this. Essentially Enot makes deals and guides the souls of this world to their ending. Giving them all that they have agreed upon. Today, Enot's target is Survivor.

Cw for body horror (Enot is looking a bit funky), and Survivor spoilers.

Story is under the cut!

Survivor dives under water and into the pipe, dropping into the complex system of underwater tunnels. The ball of thin white fur makes a large splash as she hits the water. Her two-toed paws scramble beneath the surface to pull her through the water. The slugcat surfaces with a gasp and drags herself up onto a metal platform. Cold water drips from her body and she shakes the liquid off. Wiping the stray fur out of her eyes, she notices some blue fruit hanging from the ceiling. She eagerly jumps for it, grabbing it in her paws and stuffing it into her mouth. She reaches for the next one before finishing her first.

“It’s rude of you not to share,” A voice echoes down the pipes.

Survivor jumps, choking on the food in her mouth and missing the jump for the other fruit. “-Ack cough cough What-” Survivor turns and her annoyed tone quickly comes to a halt as she sees what is infront of her.

A much larger, navy blue, and strangely-angled slugcat looks down at her. A crooked smile stretches across its unusually long maw, “Ah, thanks for leaving me some, I am starving.” The slugcat walks forwards, past Survivor, and easily pulls the fruit from the ceiling.

Survivor’s fur spikes up as she steps back from that creature. She hopes that this is not what slugcats from inside the walls look like, otherwise she would be completely out of place. “Who are you?” she wipes residual blue juices from the fur on her chin.

“Thanks for asking,” the slugcat has already engulfed several fruits, “I have lots of names, but Enot is probably the easiest for you to wrap your head around.” Enot’s bones seem almost broken in how its limbs bend, bad posture at its finest. “No need to introduce yourself, I already know all about you, the one who was washed away.”

Survivor can practically hear Enot’s bones cracking as it bends down to be at her eye level. “I think I’ll be going now.” If she's learned anything, it's that everything is a threat. It's time to go, she thinks. Whatever this thing is, it is not like me, how did it even get here, there's not a drop of water on its fur?

“Going where; to your family?” Enot smiles even larger, “You can’t make it home, It’s impossible.”

“And how do you know-” Survivor is quickly cut off.

“You’re right, how bold of me to assume you even want to go home! Maybe this was all planned.” Enot taps a long pointed finger on its chin.

“You have it all wrong. I miss my family, I would love to see them again, I just don’t know how. I could never comprehend the vastness inside the walls.” Survivor tries her best to reason with herself.

Enots eyes close slightly, the piercing-ness of them becoming less frightening and more smug. “Oh, I can help you see your family again. You will have to give up on this place though.” Enot sticks his tongue in disgust. “You would go on the journey of a thousand lifetimes! You'll have many stories to tell when you make it there, to the place you hold dear.” Enot moves closer, “It’s never failed to complete anyone else's story.”

Survivor cringes as she gets a closer look at Enot's unusual anatomy, flat broad teeth, strange eyes, vein-like stripes. Was this more than a slugcat? Survivor had of course heard rumors of gods before. Could this creature actually help? “You want to help me get home. Is that what I’m hearing?”

Enot nods, “Yes, yes, yes, You’re getting it! I'll get you on the fast-track to your ending! Otherwise you could wander this land for many cycles, every moment more confusing than the last.”

“You sure I will be home?” Survivor still speaks with skepticism.

“Whatever home means to you, Survivor,” Enot ensures.

“And how do you make this happen?” Survivor finally rests comfortably on her haunches, not looking like she's ready to bolt at a moment's notice. “I don’t have to, like, go on a murder spree in your name?”

“Nuh-uh, just shake my paw and the deal is sealed. And I will tell you everything you need to know!” Enot blinks its eyes, flaunting its long eyelashes.

Survivor holds out her paw expectantly, “Let’s just get this done.”

“Mhm, finally an eager one!” Enot’s blue paw meets in Survivor’s white one. A foul feeling prickles under Survivors skin but she holds on tight. Enot pulls her closer and gently taps on her scared nose, “Boop!” It laughs and lets go of Survivor’s hand. “Now try using that sniffer of yours, you'll find some new tweaks,” It winks.

Survivor twitches her nose, but breathes in deep, closing her eyes, visualizing the world around her, new scents reveal new paths that she hadn't found. “What Is this?” She asks, with her eyes still closed.

“Your way home, you’ll meet someone who will tell you the rest of the way, just follow their instructions and mine.” Enot stares at Survivor silently for a few more moments before dashing off and diving into the water.

Survivor tries to follow, but when she reaches the surface of the water, it’s completely undisturbed, the strange slugcat had vanished. The only thing she could do now was follow what she has left… I’ll be home soon, I swear.

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End.

I will hold a poll later for the next scug Enot will interact with. If this gets enough attention, that is!

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zepskies · 10 months ago

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The Miracle Man

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x F. Reader

Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

AN: Here’s the prequel to Code Red! (But this can also be read as stand alone.) I hope you enjoy. And just a note, remember this was circa 2007, still the era of flip phones and iPods, despite the advent of the iPhone.

Word Count: 3,500

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for mature talk. A kind of meet cute, insecurities, angst, breakups, hurt/comfort, sandwiches, fluff and feels.

He was a lone ranger in the Wild West. His weapon of choice?

A dirty mop.

Priestly bopped his head to the music playing from his earbuds. His iPod was tucked in his right jean pocket while he speared the mop across the floor of the sandwich shop. It was three minutes to closing time on a Saturday night, and it was his turn to clean up and lock up.

He was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and diving face-first into his bed. But first, he just needed to kill three minutes.

Come on, come on, come oooon, he sang in his mind as the hands on his watch ticked on. While glancing down at said watch, he remembered it had been a gift from Tish for his birthday…

Three months ago. When they were still together.

Priestly heaved a sigh. What were you supposed to do with gifts from your ex that you actually liked? The gifts that made it into your everyday life, not just because they were from the person you thought you loved, but because it was actually hella practical and a nice accessory to keep on your person?

It’s just a damn watch. Don’t make it a big deal, he reminded himself. What was he supposed to do, have a ritual burning of everything Tish had ever touched?

That would take all damn night. And he definitely drew a line at his dick.

“Hello?”

The front door of the shop opened, the little bell Trucker installed chiming with too much cheer and startling Priestly out of his thoughts.

“We’re closed,” he said. But that was before he looked up, and had to pause in his mopping.

You were standing there, holding yourself in the open doorway with the cold breeze hitting your back. You were wearing a red cocktail dress and the highest black heels he’d ever seen, with your styled hair falling around your shoulders.

You were entirely too beautiful to be in this old sandwich shop, he thought. It had Priestly swallowing, frozen in time.

“Really? The sign says 10,” you pointed out. There was a level of desperation in your eyes. “Please, you’re the only place with the lights still on and I’ve been all up and down the block.”

Blinking out of his idiotic state, Priestly looked down at his watch again. It was exactly 9:59 p.m.

Well, damn. Got me on a technicality.

He held in a sigh.

“Okay, come on in,” he waved you over. Setting down his mop, he rounded the counter and went to man the register. He gave you a minute to peruse the menu. He noted that aside from your stunning attire, you had a cell phone in your hand that clearly couldn’t fit in that little purse hanging off your shoulder, bumping along your hip.

He couldn’t help but visually trace the curves of your hips and waist, back up to the sweetheart neckline of the dress, the deeper shade of your lipstick and up to your face.

But then he felt bad for staring, so he looked up heavenward before you caught him.

Meanwhile, your eyes drifted from the menu and dipped to his chest for a moment.

“Too bad I’m not gay,” you said.

What? Priestly frowned in confusion. But following your gaze, he realized you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.

His lips twitched at a grin, and he looked up at you. “D’you know what you want?”

You had a smile starting to play on your lips as well. You went back to considering your choices.

“Not sure, but I’m starving. What do you recommend?” you asked.

Priestly’s lips puckered as he considered the menu he knew by heart.

“Well, if you wanna go classic, I’d do a Spicy Italian on white bread. If you wanna be adventurous, we just added the Jalapeño Buffalo Chicken Club," he said. "But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”

He colored that last option with a gesture of his hand, a flourish, if you will. You tilted your head at him and smiled.

“Okay. Surprise me, Sandwich Man.”

Priestly snorted while he washed his hands again. “Sounds like the lamest superhero ever.”

“With his death-defying salami summoning powers,” you quipped, with a giggle that had him smiling as well.

“Nice alliteration,” he said. And he made a show of tying his apron back on. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Your late-night hoagie is safe with me.”

You tried to stifle another laugh while he worked his magic. From bread to meats and cheeses and toppings, Priestly was a master of his craft. He had that 12” hero wrapped and sliding across the counter towards you in record time.

“I call this the ‘Miracle,’” he winked. “You’ll see why. But that’ll be $10 even.”

You nodded and turned to the purse on your hip. You opened up the little velvety thing, but your face fell when all you found was your keys, not your credit card.

“No.” Your heart dropped into your stomach. You opened your purse wider and flipped through the satin insides, but you saw that it was empty. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. I know I had my wallet in here…”

And then it dawned on you.

“That fucking asshole,” you growled.

Priestly’s eyes widened. “Uh…”

Your head snapped up to his. “I had a different purse picked out for tonight. You know, one that actually had my wallet in it? But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”

Priestly blinked in confusion, but he realized that in your purse shuffling, you had no way to pay for this amazing sandwich he’d just concocted.

And now, you actually had the beginnings of frustrated tears in your eyes as you took in a shuddering breath.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I can’t—I can’t pay for this. I don’t have my wallet… Hold on, let me see if he’ll…”

You held up a finger and started dialing manically on your phone. You held it up to your ear and waited. Your tears sprang forth anew when the line just kept ringing until it sent you to voicemail.

“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”

You slammed the phone down on the counter and covered your face with your hand as you sniffled. Priestly softened with sympathy. You seemed to be having a harder night than he thought.

He slid the sandwich your way, making you raise your head.

“It’s okay. This one’s on the house,” he said. “Looks like you could use a pick-me-up.”

Your watery eyes met his. “Really? You don’t have to…”

“No worries,” he replied, giving you a bit of charm in his grin. “I’ll even throw in a soda. Lady’s choice.”

Your lower lip trembled, but you were able to smile. With a quiet thank you, you wiped under your eyes carefully so your mascara wouldn’t run. Then you grabbed a Coke from the machine along with your sandwich from the counter.

“Do you mind if I eat here?” you asked, gesturing at one of the tables. “I promise I won’t leave a mess. I know you’re trying to close up.”

Priestly waved a dismissive hand. “Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

He went around the counter to take up his mop and continue where he left off in the cleaning process. But he couldn’t help but eye you every now and then. Curiosity was starting to eat him alive.

Had your boyfriend just dumped you here? Had you gone off alone? Somehow, he couldn’t see the first option happening. If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

“Are you coming from a party or something?” he found himself asking. You looked up from your second bite of the sandwich. You’d looked to have been truly enjoying it, uttering a moan that’d caught his attention.

“No,” you chuckled humorlessly around a mouthful of bread. “I was supposed to meet his parents. His rich, very bougie, hyper-critical parents. Somehow it didn’t occur to me that he was just like them.”

Priestly paused and leaned on his mop. He was hesitant, not wanting to disturb you while you were eating, but he was too damn hooked.

“So…what happened?” he asked. You scoffed and took another massive bite of your sandwich.

“Okay, you want to hear this? Fine,” you began. “So, I’m a stress eater by nature. Let’s just start with that.”

“Who isn’t?” Priestly supplied. Pursing your lips, you raised a black olive at him in a thank you gesture.

“But when I tell you I spent three months depriving myself to fit into this dress. No carbs, cheese, chocolate, or happiness.”

He grimaced. “That’s no way to live.”

“Exactly!” you concurred. “But I did all that so my boyfriend would have nothing to say when I finally met his parents for this dinner—to celebrate him graduating from med school.”

Priestly found himself dimming inside. Not only were you spoken for, but you were with a future doctor, no less. The only title Priestly had to his name was Sandwich Man.

“It started with the purse thing when he picked me up. Then when we get there, he keeps telling me how stuffy his dad is and how judge-y and critical his mom can be and how I’m a reflection on him,” you mocked in an impression of his voice.

“Then I find myself second-guessing every word that might come out of my mouth, and I’m too nervous to even eat the $60 plate of Chilean sea bass in front of me, and not to mention, there’s a glass of wine in my hand. I don’t even like wine!”

By now, it was all Priestly could do to keep up with your verbal spitfire. You were also gesticulating wildly with your sandwich the more worked up you got.

“I mean, I’m saying things I don’t say, and suddenly I realize that I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots for this man, I don’t even recognize myself,” you confessed. Your eyes lit up with a gleam of clarity. Your hands lowered down to the table, and after a beat, you continued eating.

“But then my boyfriend of over a year turns to me and says, ‘Why are you being so weird and frigid?’” you said. You met Priestly’s eyes. “I just, I got so mad. I wanted to choke him out with my napkin, you know?”

He bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

“So instead of violence, I grabbed the glass of pinot noir, or chardon-perignon-whatever-the-fuck, and I poured it in his lap,” you concluded. “Then I walked out. And I ignored his calls. And I kept walking. Then a nice guy made me a sandwich.”

Priestly had to smile at that. He knew there was a Ritz-Carlton in the area, but that had to be almost a mile down the street. You’d walked a long way in those crazy-ass heels.

He propped his mop against a nearby table and sat down across from you. He shook his head in wonderment. And inside, your words kind of rattled him.

I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots, I don’t even recognize myself.

“You know, sometimes I really, really wish I was gay,” you said, gesturing at his shirt.

“O-Oh…really?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”

If he had been drinking something, he would’ve spat it out. He mentally fumbled for a moment before he could articulate a response.

“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself. He didn’t even think about how it might come out though.

As soon as he realized what he was saying to a perfect stranger, his eyes widened and met yours.

"Uh, sorry," he said.

But you just chortled in amusement. Your blush intensified though, along with your smile as you took a sip of your soda.

“You’re uh…you’re pretty awesome,” he said. And he meant that.

You blinked in surprise. Your lips twitched upwards, a blush rosy in your cheeks.

“Yeah?” you asked. His smile deepened.

“Yeah,” he replied. “And for the record, I know I just met you, but…I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your face softened with a certain shyness, but you smiled at him through your lashes.

“Well, I appreciate that…” you trailed, realizing you didn’t yet know his name.

“Priestly,” he offered, along with his hand across the table. You slipped your smaller hand in his and gave him your name.

Though you quirked a brow at him. “Priestly? That’s your first name?”

Now it was his turn to get a little embarrassed.

“Uh, no,” he said, his gaze falling from yours. He scratched the back of his head, under the blue mohawk.

“Oh. What is it, then?” you asked.

“You don’t want to know,” he chuckled wryly.

“I think I do, or I wouldn’t be asking,” you countered. Your smile was playful though. Disarming, even.

“It’s um, it’s Boaz,” he admitted. You tilted your head, as if swirling the name around in your head. But you didn’t say it was weird, or stupid, or too biblical. You just smiled.

“Boaz Priestly. Interesting,” you nodded. Then you wrapped up your garbage, having eaten all of your sandwich. You made sure to collect every crumb, even though he’d told you not to worry about the mess. You got up to take it to the trashcan near the door.

“How’re you getting home?” he asked.

You bit your lip. The anxiety in your eyes told him you’d been pondering that same question. You let out a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll have to walk back to the hotel, try to get a ride from my b…my ex-boyfriend. Gotta get used to saying that,” you said. “I promise I’ll pay you back for the sandwich.”

“Didn’t I tell you it was on me? Don’t worry about that,” said Priestly. “But I’ll tell you what, let me give you a ride.”

You shook your head. “Oh, thank you, but we just met, and I—”

Just then, Priestly realized how his offer sounded. He didn’t want to creep you out.

“Ah, or I can get you a cab,” he said. “I doubt you want to see that guy again tonight, do you?”

You bit your lip, smudging some of the scarlet red lipstick there. It distracted him for a moment, but he returned his gaze to your eyes.

You sighed. As much as you didn’t want to impose again, you let Priestly call you a cab. He paid for it in advance after you gave the cabbie your address. Before you got in the car, you turned to Priestly and touched his arm.

“Thank you,” you said. “I promise, I’ll come tomorrow and pay you back.”

He smiled. “You can try.”

He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.

And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.

“Maybe she got caught up at work or something,” Jen tried to console him the next day at closing, after you didn’t show up.

“It’s Sunday,” he pointed out grumpily. He continued to wipe down Table 4 of some nasty residue of mayo and pickled radish.

“You don’t know what kind of job she has,” Piper interjected. She was making a tuna salad sub on wheat for the last customer, which she then passed on to Tish at the register. “Maybe she’s in retail, or she’s in the restaurant business too—or hey, a lifeguard! This is a beach town after all.”

“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm. It just tended to cut a bit deeper these days, whenever it was leveled at Priestly.

The post-breakup thing had been tense and awkward for everyone, and it still hadn’t normalized just yet in their little sandwich-making ecosystem. Jen shot her friend a look though, one that told her she was being bitchy.

The problem was, she’d only voiced what Priestly was thinking anyway, deep down.

“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.”

He continued cleaning.

Three weeks later, it happened on a Friday afternoon.

It was one of their busiest times of the week. Tish was at the register as usual, Jen was sorting through the inventory and bussing tables, and Priestly was making hero after hero like a fiend, alongside Piper. He was definitely living up to his name of Sandwich Man.

He was still able to recognize your voice near the register.

“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.

“Um…we don’t have that on the menu,” Tish replied. But Priestly looked over with a grin. He met your gaze, and found you smiling back at him.

Tish followed the exchange with suspicion.

“One Miracle, coming up!” Priestly called out.

He had the order ready within minutes, but he was painstaking about it, not an olive out of place. He wrapped it up nicely and walked it over to the register himself, placing it in front of you on the counter.

“Well, hi there,” he greeted.

A familiar blush spread across your face, just as endearing as he remembered. The only thing different about you so far was your clothes. No longer dressed to the nines, you were more casual in your jeans, ankle boots, and V-necked top.

In every other way, you were the same. It might’ve been making his heart trip up.

“Hi,” you said. “Got a minute, Miracle Man?”

Priestly ducked his head, hiding a more bashful smile. Before he could respond, Tish interrupted, “That’ll be $10.”

You nodded and handed her a $50 bill. She looked at you in confusion.

“The rest is a tip, for the hero makers,” you explained, glancing at both Priestly and Piper. He gave you an incredulous smile.

You little minx, he thought. He couldn’t say no if you were tipping Piper too.

But he did ask Jen to help fill in for him while he made his way around the counter to go to you. Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.

“Let’s talk outside. Little more privacy from the peanut gallery,” Priestly said to you, tossing a knowing glance over his shoulder. You spotted all the employees now watching you and Priestly closely.

You became a touch more shy as he led you out of the shop with a hand resting on the small of your back. You slipped your sandwich into a larger purse than last time. Then you looked up at him with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here,” you said. “It got a bit…ugly, after that night.”

Priestly’s brows furrowed in concern. “Ugly?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you assured him. “Lots of shouting and empty threats, then half-assed apologies. But I’m done with all that.”

Priestly considered that with a nod. “Well, good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing better.”

You stared up at his face, and you thought he really seemed to mean that. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach, not three weeks after breaking up from a year-long relationship. Even so, the night you walked out of this shop, you felt free. Like you could breathe again.

You felt like you.

So now, you leaned up and kissed Priestly on the cheek.

His eyes widened a fraction as he stared down at you. You smiled and grasped his hand.

“Would you maybe want to…ask me out sometime?” you asked. A nervous giggle escaped you, making him smile.

“Y-Yeah, I would. If you’re sure you want me to,” he replied. In the past, maybe he would’ve let his excitement get the best of him. He’d be trying to jump at this chance. Experience had taught him not to hope too hard though. Sometimes, getting what you wished for backfired in your face.

You squeezed his hand, earning his attention.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked. Your smile became teasing before you used his words against him. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re pretty awesome. But mostly pretty.”

He had to laugh at that. Pretty was not something he’d ever been called in life. Weird, freak, try-hard goth—that was all familiar territory. His tattoos and piercings tended to bring that out in people.

But he gathered some courage and squeezed your hand back.

“Well, you’re beautiful,” he said, thumbing at your chin. His eyes met yours and got lost there for a moment. “Uh, really beautiful.”

You blushed further and bit your lower lip out of habit. It drew his gaze, and he gained a little more courage. He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.

Despite the chill on the air, the California sun was warm and beating down on you both.

It was the perfect day for a Miracle.

AN: How I love Priestly lol. If you liked this, let me know! 💜

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What an incredible store you have here! It feels so much bigger from the inside. I never would have guessed you had this much jewelry and trinkets inside! I’m surprised you don’t have some sort of extra security with this much in here, haha. I mean, I get that a 40-something engineer isn’t much of a threat, but…

Hey, why are you looking at me like that? And what do you have in your hand? It looks like… feels like… OooooOOOHHH…!

So in my recent post, the one where I updated you all on my Uncle John, I may have mentioned that I have some… friends who work for EB Jewelry and have been leaking me information. This was… definitely a mistake. A huge mistake. I was so wrapped up in everything that's been happening with my Uncle I forgot one of the basic rules of journalism: protect your sources. It was an amateur move that might have put my friend at risk, and I’ve been feeling guilty about it ever since. They said they don’t mind, but… I’m still worried for them. I even tried to convince them to leave before they get caught, but… they’re insisting on continuing. I should have expected it, since they’ve always been stubborn like that, but if anything happens to them because of me, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself.

That got kind of dark, so let's get on to the good news. Instead of doing the rational thing and laying low like I suggested, my friend has actually become more reckless. I was incredibly against this, for obvious reasons, but as much as I hate to admit it, it’s actually really paid off. They’ve been diving deeper into the companies files, and have gotten me more information in the last few days than they have in the last three weeks! It’s taking a while to get through everything they sent me, but from what I’ve already seen it’s very revealing. So far one of the most interesting things they sent me was a full video of a recent transformation. Usually the transformations caused by EB Jewelry’s products are slower, but this one was… odd. It started off pretty normal, at least as normal as anything can be in the world of transformations. A forty-something engineer was drawn into one of the larger EB Jewelry locations. Larger on the inside apparently, according to the small amount of audio that was clear in the video. I guess magic is a good way to increase your square footage without having to expand to another location. Anyways, from what I can tell this guy was specifically being targeted by EB Jewelry, since they usually only change people immediately if they need them out of the way. I don’t know why a huge company like EB Jewelry would target a (now former) 40 year old engineer and father of two, but my best guess is that he saw something he shouldn’t have. Whatever the reason, they lured him into the store using the same magic they always do… and let their product do what they always do.

When I talk about EB Jewelry I talk about their fancier products, their watches and their cufflinks, but they have a much bigger variety than that. In this case, it looks like our engineer found some ear gauges. Powerful ones at that. He didn’t need to even put them in to be transformed. The second he touched them, the years faded away, his gut disappeared, and lean muscle packed itself onto his body. In seconds the overweight middle aged man was turned into a hot fuckboy stud, one with no memory of his old life and only one thing on his mind: finding someone to fuck. Don’t worry though, he’ll have a job as a model for EB Jewelry waiting for him when his latest one night stand is over. EB Jewelry isn’t (entirely) cruel though, they turned his two sons into two bros that he can hang out with!

It’s sorry to say it's probably too late for the engineer, and his former sons. EB Jewelry has powerful magic, and even if someone could turn him back, they’d probably find another way to deal with him. I just hope my friend is careful. EB Jewelry has magic and capitalism, which is a really bad combination.

**hey there! Used a pic of one of my inspirations @bgdk98 . Absolutely awesome and sexy guy. Hope you liked this story!**

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callsign-dexter · 6 months ago

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From Fear to Forever

Request: Ok sweetheart 😘 what would you think of a Rooster imagine where you cover up to fly with Bob instead of Natasha that day the plane crashes and Rooster sits on the radio, being on the edge as he doesn't know if you're okay or not and he fears he'll lose you just like his dad. As soon as Mav tells him that you're mostly okay and staying at the hospital, he's crying with relief and hugs Mav and he forgives him as he realizes he doesn't want to lose more people. Then you both come to the hospital and Rooster is all spoiling you and making sure you're okay and as he thinks you're asleep, he tells how that he loves you, but you can hear him, so you both finally confess your feelings and the rest of the team watches as smiles from outside 🤭

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Seresin!Twin Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, cussing, inaccurate medical talk, inaccurate Navy talk

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A/N: thank you @imagine-all-the-fandoms for requesting this and I'm so so sorry it took forever. I just needed a break to collect myself and convince myself that I shouldn't just give up and delete this account.

You, Y/N ‘Storm’ Seresin, never thought you would be back here. Where you may ask? Well, none other than Top Gun. Your home away from home. You first went through it with your twin brother Jake Seresin, yes that is your brother, and your backseater Mark ‘Shadow’ Newman. He was your best friend, literally you both went through the academy together and pilot school, where you met Bradley Bradshaw and fell in love but he would never love you or so you thought, then Top Gun. Mark was also married to a beautiful wife, who is your friend, and they have 2 adorable boys together that look just like their father.

Currently the both of you were hanging out at The Hard Deck with your brother and Javy waiting for the others. “So, Storm, how is it to be siblings with Hangman?” Javy asked, sliding up to you.

“Not as bad as you think. He has his moments but he can be a Golden Retriever.” You said smirking as Jake shot you a look.

“Hey don't be going around telling all my secrets. I have a reputation to uphold.” He said and laughed.

“You sure do ‘Mister I Have a Different Girl Every Night’.” You said and smirked but then eyes widening when you saw him coming over to you. You were quick to dive behind Mark.

“Oh, you're so getting it, Sis. Just you wait. You may be safe now but you better watch it.” He said and you knew it was a wholehearted threat and it made you burst out laughing which caused them to do so too.

“And that there is sibling love.” Mark said, chuckling and taking a drink of his drink while you stepped out from behind him. Jake chuckled and brought you into his arms and hugged you and you hugged back.

“Such a good little sister.” He said and you smacked him and pushed out of his arms.

“Hey we are twins, same age dumbass.” You pointed out he only did it because he knew it got on your nerves. The banter went on for another few minutes until Javy had pulled Jake over to play darts and you went with Mark to sit and watch. “When are the others getting here?” You asked.

“Should be any minute now.” Mark said “Why are you hoping to see Rooster?” He smirked and nudged you and you pushed him but it didn't budge him.

“No…” You said and he looked at you and you rolled your eyes “Fine yes.” You said.

“I don't see why you don't just admit your feelings for him.” Mark said casually while taking a drink of his beer.

“He doesn't see me like that.” You said trying not to sound heartbroken.

“How would you know if you don't tell?” He asked and you shook your head.

“I don't want to deal with the heartbreak.” You said and he nodded.

“I get it, I do.” He said and he truly did get it. It took him almost a year to ask Melissa, his now wife, to go on a date with him and then confess his feelings. Melissa had been your friend since high school and she just happened to be going to a college near the Naval Academy and the two of you reconnected.

“Storm!” A familiar voice called out and you turned towards the direction and saw none other than Natasha 'Phoenix’ Trace.

“Phoenix!” You shouted back and went to her and hugged her tightly and she did the same.

“Finally, another female.” She said and you laughed as Callie ‘Halo’ Bassett came up as well.

“We thought we would have to go through this with all of the testosterone alone.” Callie said

“Even if I wasn't here, you two would have each other.” You said and they shook their heads.

“Wouldn't be the same.” Natasha said and you chuckled.

“I’m going to the bathroom. I'll be right back.” You told her and she nodded and you disappeared into the bathroom missing the little back and forth between your brother and Natasha. You hadn't seen Bradley yet and that upset you slightly. After pilot school you both stayed in contact with one another. “Stop getting your hopes up. He may not be coming.” You said to yourself as you looked in the mirror washing your hands after using the bathroom. You sighed and walked towards the door and out of it and stopped in your tracks as you saw a Hawaiian shirt walk through the front door there, he was Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw. You hear Natasha call out to him and watch him walk over to the pool table and watch how she whacked him in the stomach. He grunted and patted her on the arm. You watched as he bickered with your brother. You watched the interaction they had with Bob Floyd, another friend of yours plus you and Mark were stationed with him. You don't know how long you were staring until Mark saw you and frowned and he walked over to you.

“You alright?” He asked and you quickly glanced at him and back to Bradley as he walked over to the jukebox.

“Yea I think so.” You said

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yea I'm good.” You said as the music stopped playing and he sat down on the piano.

“Go talk to him.” He said and you looked at him and he nodded his head. You sighed and started to walk over there just as the familiar tune started. Just as you reached him a tag chaser popped up beside him and started to be all lovey dovey to him and that made tears pop into your eyes and you didn't know why it wasn't like you were with him. What hurt the worst was he smiled up at her. You abandoned your mission and walked out. Jake was quick to notice and grabbed his beer and followed you out. You missed how Bradley looked at you longingly and with a twinge of sadness in his eye. You walked out and down the steps heading to your car, you couldn't be here.

“Y/N.” Jake said your brother's voice rang out. You ignored him. “Lt. Y/N Seresin.” He said in a more authoritative tone using your rank because he knew you would stop and you did.

“Nice one.” You said as you turned to him “What do you want?” you asked voice laced with emotion.

“Are you ok?” He asked and you looked at him and shook your head.

“No.” You said and he sighed and brought you into a brotherly hug and you let tears fall.

“He's an idiot, you know that.” He said and you knew who he was referring to.

“I'm stupid to ever let those feelings come up.” You whispered

“No, you're not, Sis. It's normal. Ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yea, ok. I think I'm just going to go home.” You said

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded.

“I want to get a good night's sleep before tomorrow.” You said and the both of you knew that was a lie, you were going to go home shower and cry your eyes out. Jake has been there way too many times comforting you.

“I'll check in on you later. Ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“Ok. I love you.” You said into his chest.

“I love you too, Sis. Text me when you're home. I'll take care of your tab.” He said

“Thank you.” You said as you pulled away and tears ran down your face and he was quick to wipe them away with his thumbs as he held your head in his hands. Beer bottle sitting on what happened to be his truck's tailgate.

“That's what brothers are for. Now no more crying.” He said and you cracked a smile and he kissed your forehead. “Get home safely.” He said as he pulled away and you nodded. You got into your Jeep right beside his truck and he watched you back up. You waved at him and he waved back. You pulled out and as you were out of sight, he went back inside just in time for him to help throw someone out, who just happened to be their instructor, and then Bradley started to sing and play. Jake sat back and watched while drinking his beer. After the song was over Bradley plugged the jukebox in. As the music began to play, he walked over to Jake.

“Where's Y/N? I saw her walk out. She seemed upset.” Bradley asked and frowned.

“She has gone home. She was upset.” Jake said and Bradley frowned.

“Why? Everything ok?” He asked

“Maybe you should ask her tomorrow.” Jake said “A little advice. Nobody messes with my sister and gets away with it.” He added and walked off leaving Bradley confused.

“Bradley, where did you run off to?” A young blonde headed girl that was all over him. The one he tried to let down easily.

“That's none of your business.” He said “It would be best if you left.” He added and she made a face.

“Fine.” She said and turned around and stomped off. Bradley sighed he really wished you were here but it looked like he fucked it up once again. He couldn't wait for this night to end.

When you finally made home and parked and let the tears fall. Why were you like this? It's not like the two of you were dating. You sighed and got out making sure you locked the door after you shut it. You walked into your rented house and unlocked the door and walked in while turning on the lights and making sure to lock the door. You got your phone out and pulled up Jake's number.

I'm home.

Jakester- Good. Glad you're safe. Want me to come over later?

No, I'm good thanks though.

Jakester- Rooster asked about you.

He did?

Jakester- Yup I told him to fuck off.

Jake.

Jakester- Just kidding, told him you went home. I wanted to tell him to fuck off though.

Love you. Thanks for looking out for me.

Jakester- Anytime. Love you too.

You didn't text him back after that because you didn't want to clog up the night, not that he would've minded. He would do anything for you with just one phone call or text. The rest of the night was spent pitying yourself and getting ready for tomorrow. Your roommate, who just happened to be Bob, walked in maybe an hour after you. You turned to look at him. “Are you ok?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Is it stupid of me to get caught up on someone that probably doesn't even like me back?” You asked as he moved to sit down on the couch and you cuddled into him.

“No.” He shook his head “It's not. Maybe he does like you back. Ever think of that?” He asked.

“Yea right. He just sees me like one of the guys.” You said

“Oh, Stormy. If you only saw the way he looked when you took off and when Jake talked to him about you.” He said using a nickname only certain people were allowed to use.

“I just want to get to sleep and get tonight behind me.” You said and he nodded as you got up and he helped you some.

“Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be tough.” He said and you nodded.

“Goodnight Bob.” You said and he smiled.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said and then you disappeared and got ready for bed. Once ready you slipped under the covers and fell right to sleep.

The next morning you were up bright and early ready for the day and ready to face Bradley. You were just getting your coffee when Bob walked in. “Hey I'm gonna head in early.” You said and he smiled and nodded.

“I won't be too far behind you.” He said and you nodded and then you were grabbing your keys and heading out the door. When you got to your Jeep you sighed as you got in and sat there for a second.

“Let's get this over with.” You said as you turned the ignition and headed towards base. Once you got to base you parked beside your brother's truck and turned the Jeep off and got out. As you were getting out a familiar blue Bronco was pulling up and parking beside you. It parked and the owner got out. “Bradley.” You said and he smiled and turned towards you.

“Y/N.” He said “I missed seeing you at The Hard Deck. I was hoping I would.” He said and you hummed.

“I'm sure you missed me. It looked like you had nice company.” You said as the two of you began walking.

“I didn’t go home with her.” He said

“I find that hard to believe.” You said as you walked towards where the class would be held.

“Why don’t you believe me?” He asked

“Maybe because I find it hard to trust you after you ghosted me.” You said finally stopping and looking at him and his face was unreadable and you scuffed and walked to the front where your brother sat.

“Everything ok?” He asked

“Perfect.” You said and sat down and waited for class to start. When your instructor, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, was introduced and you looked back and saw your brother’s face you knew something happened. “What did you do?” You whispered angrily.

“I’ll tell you later.” He whispered and you glared at him but turned around and class began. Each pilot went up and showed what they got. It was time for your and Mark’s turn going up with Jake.

“Everything is looking good.” Mark said without you even asking him as you flew next to Jake.

“So, Jakester,” You began and he rolled his eyes annoyed at the nickname but he only let you use it. “What the hell did you do?” You asked.

“I threw him out of The Hard Deck.” He said

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re an idiot.” You said

“I didn’t know he would be our instructor.” He defended

“Shadow, did you know about this?” You asked

“No, I left before anything drastic took place.” He said

“Enough chit chat guys, fight is on.” Maverick said out of nowhere.

“Here we go.” You said

“We got this.” Mark said

“Do you see him anywhere?” Jake asked

“Negative.” You said

“I got him on the radar.” Mark said and then he was zooming past you guys “And there he goes.” He added.

“Alright let's go.” You said “Hangman, break right. I'll break left.” You said

“You got it, Storm.” Jake said and you both did as you said and that got a reaction out of Maverick.

“Interesting tactic. How are you going to cover each other?” He asked as he was getting tone behind Jake and he was doing well shaking him off.

“You know what brothers and sisters do for each other?” You asked Maverick.

“What would that be, Storm?” He asked and Mark smirked.

“Look after each other.” You said and suddenly you were behind him getting tone.

“Gottcha ya.” Jake and you said at the same time.

“Damn that was a good one. You two work well together.” He said and you smirked “Head back to ground.” He said and you both did and when you landed Jake was already there waiting for you.

“Good job, Sis. That move never fails.” Jake said as your canopy opened.

“You got that right. Nobody can beat the power of siblings.” Mark said and you smirked.

“Damn right.” You said and the three of you did post-checks and headed inside of the building. Everyone was excited that you actually took Maverick out and you smiled and chuckled. Your eyes looked around the room and found Bradley’s. He was staring at you and you decided that you needed to talk to him. You looked at Mark and he nodded and you went.

“Good job.” He said

“Thank you.” You said

“I’ve never seen Hangman actually not leave someone.” He said

“Well, siblings have to stick together.” You said

“Hey, look I’m sorry for ghosting you. I truly didn’t take that girl home, I sent her away after talking to your brother. I-” He started but you cut him off before he could say anything else.

“I believe you.” You said

“You do?” He asked and you nodded.

“I do.” You said and then his name was being called along with someone else’s and he hurried off not wanting to get into trouble and you understood. You were left standing there until Bob came over.

“Everything ok?” He asked and you looked up at him.

“Yeah, I think so.” You said and he smiled.

“Good job by the way.” He said

“Thank you.” You replied

“I’m gonna go and listen, you coming?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, I need a minute alone.” You said and he nodded and left with a pat on your shoulder. Bradley apologized for ghosting you but it wasn’t enough you needed an explanation. You hoped you got one but for now you needed to focus on this mission.

You had been so focused on the mission that you didn't really speak to Bradley and each time you tried or he tried you or he were being called away. It seemed like you never were going to get a chance until one morning you got to base extra early and decided to hang around and go over some maneuvers. You were so into thought you didn't hear another person come in. “Think too hard and your head might explode.” The voice said and it made you jump. You turned to see who it was and it was Bradley.

“Shit, you fucking scared me.” You said putting a hand over your heart to try and settle it.

“Sorry.” He said and you waved him off.

“What are you doing here so early?” You asked

“Well, I know you like to get up early and go over everything you learned. So, I took a chance to come here to find you.” He said and you nodded. “I also couldn't sleep.” He said.

“There is the real reason.” You said and he shook his head.

“No, they're both the reason.” He said and then it went into silence.

“I'm sorry.” You both started.

“You go first.” You said

“I'm sorry for everything I put you through. All the stress, the ghosting, the making you think that I was with someone else, and everything in general. It was not my intent to do that to you and my dad and mom would kill me if they knew I hurt such a beautiful girl.” He said and you blushed and looked down.

“You think I'm beautiful? I wear what everyone else wears and my hair is always up.” You said

“Yea you're beautiful I would even say gorgeous. Yes, you wear what everyone else does and have your hair up but I've also seen you out of uniform and hair down. Remember?” He asked and you nodded.

“I do.” You said recalling the many nights that you and he had late night study sessions for pilot school. “My turn if you're done.” You said and he nodded as he sat down beside you and you turned to him. “I'm sorry for being so short and mad at you earlier. I just got jealous seeing you with someone and I know I shouldn't we're not together and will probably never be together, you'll only see me as a sister. I'm rambling. Anyways I'm sorry for everything too.” You said.

“It's-” He started but got cut off by people walking in and the both of you stood up. Bob came over with Maverick.

“Good you're here.” Maverick began “Phoenix is out sick and Shadow had a family emergency.” He said and your eyes widened “So I'm pairing you and Bob up for this run through.” He said “I hope that is ok.” He added and you both nodded.

“That's absolutely fine, Sir.” You and Bob said at the same time.

“Good. We'll start here in a few minutes.” He said and then walked off and you immediately pulled out your phone.

Mav told me you had a family emergency. Everyone ok?

Mark: Grayson got really sick with throwing up and a really high fever in the middle of the night and we had to bring him to the hospital. They have him on fluids and some Tylenol IV. He's sleeping right now.

Poor guy. Let me know if you all need anything, please. I hate that he's not feeling good. How's Max taking it?

Mark: I promise I will but you need to focus on the mission. Max is not well. He hates that his brother is sick.

I hate that. Tell them I love them and will be thinking about them.

Mark: I will now go and kick some ass.

You got it!

You chuckled and put your phone away. “Everything ok?” Bob asked and you nodded.

“Grayson is sick like in the hospital.” You said

“Damn. I hate that for them.” Bradley said and then the others started to file in. You quickly took your place next to your brother as Maverick began talking and telling them what was going on. Soon after everyone was crowding in the rec room to wait. Several groups went up before it was yours, Bob's, Javy's turn. As you were walking out the door Bradley stopped you “Hey good look out there.” He said and you nodded and smiled.

“Thank you. I'll see you on the ground.” You said and then you were heading off with Bob to your jet. If only you knew what this practice run would bring.

“Just like old times?” Bob asked as you both arrived at the jet.

“Just like old times.” You said back at your base you flew with Bob while Mark was out and you were the one that did the flying while he was training. You both got in the jet and began to head towards the runway. When you got there you stopped and watched as Javy took off and once, he was far enough away you spoke to the air traffic control tower. “Air Traffic Control, this is Storm ready to take off.” You said.

“Copy that Storm, the air is clear and the sky is yours. You can take off.” They said

“Thank you, Air Traffic Control.” You said and then started speeding down the runway. You finally were up in the air and caught up with Javy.

“Alright let's do this.” Javy said and so began the practice run.

“Talk to me, Bob.” You said

“We’re twelve seconds late on target. We gotta move, we gotta move.” Bob says

“Copy try to stay with me.” Javy says agitated radar beeps.

“Huh? Wait, who’s that?” Bob asks

“Blue team, you are spotted.” Maverick said

“Shit, it’s Maverick. What the hell is he doing here?” Javy said

“What the hell is he doing here?” You ask

“I’m a bandit on course to intercept. Blue team, what are you gonna do?” Maverick said

“20 miles left, ten o’clock. He’s coming fast. 700 knots closure.” Bob confirmed

“Your call what do you want to do?” Javy asks the pair of you.

“Continue. We’re close. Stay on target.” You said

“He’s swinging around to the north. Bob said

“Stand by for pop-up.” Javy said

“Be ready with that laser, Bob.” You said

“Copy, I’m on it.” He says as reaches for a button/knob, constantly working.

Meanwhile back in the rec room everyone listens on the edge of their seats. “Come on Storm. You got this.” Bradley says to mostly himself.

“She’s a hell of a pilot. She has this in the bag.” Jake said “You know she loves you right?” Jake asks and Bradley nodded.

“I love her too.” He said

“Don’t hurt her or I will shoot you down.” Jake warned

“I won’t. I promise.” He said and Jake nodded and then they heard Maverick’s voice on the radio.

“Blue team, bandit is still closing.” Maverick said

“Popping now.” Javy said as he does so and you follow. All three of you grunting trying to catch your breath.

“Talk to me, Bob. Where’s Maverick?” Javy asks

“He’s five miles out. He’s coming fast.” Bob replies

“Target in sight.” You said

“Where’s my laser, Bob?” Javy asks

“Dead eye! Dead eye! It’s no good. Sorry, I can’t get a lock.” Bob said

“We’re out of time. I’m dropping blind.” Javy said and dropped the bomb. “Damn it, missed!” He added as the both of you pulled up.

“That’s tone.” Maverick said as he toned you and Bob.

“Maverick has got a missile lock on us.” Bob said

“Shit! We’re dead.” You said

“Blue team. That is a fail.” Maverick said and you pull away. “Level out Coyote.” He said as you watched in horror as he didn't do so and that scared you, you knew anything could happen but you never thought it would. “Coyote, copy.” You heard Maverick say. “Coyote, come in. Coyote, level wings.” You hear Maverick shout frantically “Oh my gosh he is in g-loc.” He said and he kept saying his name but his jet kept falling.

“He’s going to burn in.” You say worriedly.

“I’m going after him.” Maverick said as you watched his jet jerk away and towards your friend. “Come on. Give me tone, give me tone, give me tone.” He said as he got a target lock on him “Snap out of it, coyote. Come on! Come on! Come on, Coyote, come on. Come on! Damn it! Coyote! Coyote!” Maverick shouts frantically. Finally, he seemed to snap out of it and popped up at the last second and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Coyote, you, okay? You, okay?” He asks

“I’m okay. I’m good.” He says breath heavy.

“Good. Good. That’s enough for today.” Maverick said as you pulled up next to him.

“That was close.” You say with a shake of your head.

“Too close.” Maverick said “Bird strike.” He said suddenly “Bird strike!” He exclaimed as the birds hit your jet and through your engine. Now you are terrified.

Those two words are what brings Bradley and Jake’s world to a stop. “No no no no.” Bradley said to himself. Tears burning behind his eyes he needed you to pull through this and be ok.

“Come on, Sis you got this.” Jake said and then your voice came through the radio and Jake being your twin brother knew the different tone in your voice that nobody else knew. He knew you were absolutely terrified. “Don’t panic.” He said.

Bradley was terrified. He couldn’t lose you. He’s lost his dad; he cannot lose you. He lost Maverick due to something so petty. “Come on, Y/N/N. You have to pull through this.” He said.

“Don’t panic. Don’t panic.” Jake repeated to himself hoping to send vibes to you. Bradley and Jake were the closest to the radio.

“Bird strike.” You said as lights and warnings go off a fire warning goes off signaling a fire in one of your engines.

“Storm, left engines on fire!” Bob said looking back and so do you.

“Climbing.” You said as you turn back and you pull the throttle up. “Throttling back. Shutting off fuel to the left engine. Extinguishing fire.” You say as you do so but alarms continue.

“Right engine is out!” Bob exclaims looking at the warnings.

“It’s still spinning. Trying to restart it.” You say as you power the engine on.

“Storm it is on fire, don’t start-” Maverick begin but you cut him off. You were so scared shitless but you couldn’t let it show.

“Throttling up.” You say as you pull the throttle up.

“Oh my god.” You hear Maverick say as you start to nose dive.

“We’re on fire! We’re on fire!” Bob exclaims

“Damn it!” You exclaim

“Engine fire. Right.” The automated voice

“Extinguishing the right engine.” You said and do so as you spin out of control.

“Storm, Bob punch out! Punch out!” Maverick exclaims

“Warning lights everywhere! Hydraulic failure!” Bob says letting you know everything.

“I can’t control it!” You said

“She’s panicking.” Jake said

“How do you know?” Bradley asked

“I just know. Her voice does a certain thing. I was the only one to pick it up as a kid. It is how I knew she needed help and she would call me with that same tone when she was in trouble.” Jake explained

“She has this handled. She's Storm. Nothing can bring her down.” Mickey said and everyone nodded in agreement.

“She’s strong for sure. As kids we were playing on the ranch and riding horses and her horse threw her off and instead of giving up, she got back on. She showed the horse who was the boss. Another time we were running around barefoot and she cut her foot open on barbed wire and she acted like it was nothing. She sat through the stitches. She’s a storm to be reckoned with. It is how she got her callsign.” Jake explained trying to take his mind off what was happening up in the sky.

“She’s going to be ok.” Ruben said and they nodded.

“I know she will be.” Jake said

“We’re going down, Storm! We’re going in! We’re going in!” Bob yells

“You can’t save it. Eject, eject!” Maverick said and repeated over and over again.

“Eject, eject, eject!” You yell out finally.

“Altitude. Altitude.” The automated voice said as Bob ejects and then you follow him. Both parachutes open as the jet crashes into the earth. You somehow ended up being closest to the blast and it pushed you away and you landed it hard onto the ground right on your ankle and you gave a cry out. Bob landed and was quick to get over to you.

“Are you ok?” He asks

“No, my ankle.” You say as you go to sit up but you give another cry. You then look down and see blood starting to soak through your flight suit. “Shit.” You say as you begin to get light headed.

“Hey no you stay awake.” He said

“I’m sorry.” You say and then you black out.

As Maverick walks into the rec room Jake comes running up to him. “Where is she?” He asks frantically.

“She’s in the hospital. Some debris from the jet crashing impaled her. Her ankle also took a hit. They took her into surgery but I don’t know anything else. They’re keeping her and Bob overnight and maybe her even longer. Go.” He said and Jake nodded and took off as most people do now it was just Bradley and him.

“How is she?” Bradley asks

“She is mostly ok.” He said

“What does that mean?” He asks

“Some debris from the jet crashing impaled her. Her ankle also took a hit. They took her into surgery but I don’t know anything else. They’re keeping her and Bob overnight and maybe her even longer.” He said and Bradley nodded tears and they steadily fell down his face.

“I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry I cut you off. I was just so pissed that you pulled my papers. It wasn’t fair. I can’t lose her. I love her.” Bradley said and Maverick smiled.

“I forgive you. Go and tell her.” Maverick said and he nodded and took off. When he reached the hospital, everyone was in the waiting room waiting.

“Jake is with Y/N. He’s family so he was the only one allowed to go back there.” Ruben said

“Bradley?” A familiar voice asked and he turned around and saw Mark.

“Mark, have you heard?” He asked and Mark shook his head.

“No, what is going on? Why is everyone here?” He asked

“There was an incident with Javy and Bob and Y/N had a bird strike and had to eject. Some debris hit her and her ankle took a hit.” Bradley explained.

“Oh my gosh. Any updates?” He asked

“They took her into surgery and repaired what they needed. Jake is with her now since he is family. They’re keeping them both overnight and her maybe longer.” Bradley said and he nodded.

“I need to get back to Grayson. Please keep me updated.” He asked and Bradley nodded.

“I will.” He said as Jake came out and everyone looked at him.

“She’s awake but is asking for you Bradley.” He said turning to him and he nodded and followed Jake to your room and about that time everyone was allowed to see Bob too. Bradley walked in without Jake.

“Y/N/N.” He said and you looked up at him.

“Hi.” You said

“You scared me, you know.” He said

“I’m sorry. I scared myself too.” You said trying to move but winced.

“Don’t move.” He said moving closer and holding you down.

“I know but it’s so uncomfortable.” You said and he nodded.

“I know. I need to tell you something.” He said and you nodded at him to continue “I love you. I have loved you since pilot school. I’m sorry I ghosted you and I know I already said it but I’m saying it again. I was trying to figure out my feelings for you and in the end, it hurt you and I’m deeply sorry for that.” He said and you smiled.

“I love you too, Bradley. Ever since pilot school. Yes, I was hurt when you ghosted me but I get it. I love you with all my heart.” You said as the pain meds started to kick in and he saw this.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and you nodded.

“I would love nothing more.” You said and he smiled and he pressed his lips to yours. Sparks flew. You would’ve stayed like that forever but Mickey’s voice sounded.

“About damn time! Look how cute the two of them are!” He exclaimed and you two pulled apart and looked at them.

“Oh, would you shut up and leave the love birds alone?” Javy said smiling

“But they are so cute!” Ruben said gushing.

“Remember, you hurt her and I’m shooting you down.” Jake said

“Jakester, stop it. I can take care of myself.” You said smiling and he walked over.

“I know but I’m just doing my brotherly duties.” He said and you smiled.

“I appreciate that.” You said “Get them out of here for me. I want some time alone with him.” You said and he nodded “Can you let Mark know I’m, ok?” You asked.

“You got it, Sis.” He said and started to push people out and when they were out and gone, he went to let Mark know and you turned to Bradley.

“Let me take you to dinner when all of this is over.” He said and you smiled and nodded.

“Sounds perfect.” You said and yawned and he smiled.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He said and kissed your head as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep. Sure, your day might not have ended up like you planned but that what comes with being a Naval Aviator but in the end, you got the man you loved. Everything for the moment was perfect.

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Throw Him Off His Rhythm: Mirage x Reader

Fandom: Transformers Rotb

Summary: After getting caught and subsequently losing a bet he made to his human, Mirage now finds himself having to follow through with his end of the deal.

Words: 1,517

Warnings: Masturbating, handjobs, Sub/Dom, orgasm denial

A/N: The reader is written as gender-neutral. I did indeed spend a little time today figuring out an average size estimate for how big a cybertrionians spike would be (more specifically Mirages) relative to them and their humans because I needed something to like visualise or something. Can’t lie I may be on my way to making a table of transformers and how big their spikes are, if you by primus wanna see that let me know XD

Enjoy the fic.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." The string of curses leaves Mirage's vocaliser as he awkwardly shimmied down the narrow alleyway.

"Why'd the perfect spot have to be so fragging, hard to get to." Mindful of his finish he carefully squeezes out of the alley into the outdoor courtyard.

Sure it wasn't the nicest looking or biggest of hiding spots, but it was private and quiet. Panelling sliding open as he sits on the ground, leaning back against the brick wall he sighs in relief as his burning spike pressurises already dripping transfluid.

"Frag finally, for a second thought I was going to burst a line." Servo quickly dives down to wrap around his spike and he bites back a moan as his servo begins to stroke at a fast pace, aching to relieve the burning pressure.

"You couldn't wait until after the meeting?" Helm hitting the wall behind him as he groans, of course it couldn’t and you knew that all too well otherwise you wouldn’t have followed him out here.

Although amusing at the time making, a bet to see who could go the longest without needing to fuck or masturbate wasn’t his most brilliant idea. In his defence he thought humans weren’t capable of going more than a day let alone a week without having to self-service themselves, all but certain he’d have the win in the bag.

It didn’t help him that you’d poke and provoke his imagination, you’d butter him up with your sweet words which had done more than just stroke at his ego. Not-so-subtle innuendos had on more than one occasion almost had his interface panels sliding back, it’s a miracle he had managed to last this long.

“Obviously not.” Servo still stroking his spike as he speaks optics looking everywhere but your eyes, he doesn’t need need to look at your face to see the grin that spreads across it. “I can see that but aren’t you forgetting something?” Your words tease him as a huff of annoyance leaves his intake, slowly making your way over to him you lean against the wall next to him.

“Fine. Fine. You win. You a human can outlast me a cybertronian. Happy now? Cuz I could really use some help.” Continues to stroke his spike as other servo reaches out to grab you, when you quickly dart out of his reach a whined gasp leaves him.

"W-what? Come on you can’t be serious.” You chuckle at his needy response no doubt in your mind that if your roles were reversed he would have teased you.

“But didn’t you say the winner could order the looser around for an entire week?” Smugness dripped off your words as you watched his frame slump forward, a defeated sigh leaving him.

“Yeah, but I thought you’d just wanna be on top or something. Not like. Not like leave me hanging.” Sending the best puppy dog eyes he could muster your way, hoping you’d cave into his needs.

“Mirage. You wouldn’t be trying to go back on your word, would you?” A fake look of disappointment briefly covers your face as carefully move around his legs coming to a stop by his pedes.

“What!? Of course not! I mean, after so long I figured that you'd. You know, wanna fool around." Servos still as he watches you contemplate and tries to stop his legs from bouncing impatiently as he waits for your response. A devious look spreads across your eyes as you walk between his legs, hand coming up to trace between the seams as you move closer.

"I suppose, a little fun now wouldn't hurt. If you promise to stand by your word and do exactly as I say." Missing the dark edge of your words as he moans out a string of yes. Now standing in front of his leaking spike you give him a playful smile as you tap the servo that had slowly resumed its stroking.

"Servos by your side's big boy and no matter what. You don't touch me or your spike." Words are spoken as if you're sending him into battle, your hands gently caressing the metal and seams around his heated array.

"Sir yes sir!~" The chuckle he lets out after his own words are cut off by a soft moan and his servos drop-down like rocks off a bridge, digits grip the ground as your breath fans over his spike.

"Good." You hum as one hand trails up to his spike while the other continues to tease the wires between his seams.

Your eyes watch his faceplate like a predator, his optics offlining and scrunching up when your hand delicately runs up his spike. Shifting your gaze back down to his spike, your fingers briefly graze over the tip blue biolights pulse at the touch and a gaspe escape his intake. Fingers move back down as your hand begins to slowly stoke easily gliding thanks to all the pre-leaked transfluid.

"Frag." A moaned whisper breaks from him as his hips twitch and he desperately holds back from thrusting them into your hand.

A chuckle escapes you, eyes moving back to his faceplate as they keenly watch him bite his derma as his helm hits the wall behind it. Digits dig into the ground below them, frame shifting uncomfortably as you barely increase the speed of your hand and a whine slips out and his optics online.

"Please baby. Frag you're killing me here." Optics looking down at you and he groans as a smirk briefly returns to your face.

"Aww, I'm sorry." A fake pout spreads over your face as your hand begins to stroke a little faster, eyes never leaving him as your mouth moves in closer to his spike.

"Would you like me to go a little faster?" The teasing words fan hot air over the sensitive tip of his spike and have his hips jolting up. Spike almost pushing into your mouth you move your head back with a chuckle and your hand speeds up.

"Yes! Please babes! Frag I wanna be inside you so bad!" Optics offlining as his words fall out along with his desperate moans as your mouth moves away.

Your other hand finally leaves the cluster of wires it had been teasing to wander to his spike, your thumb firmly runs over the tip and he gasps out. Frame shaking you can see the strain in his servos as he desperately keeps them from reaching out to grab you. Hand stroking faster as your fingers tease around his leaking tip, whined moans leave his vocaliser as he approaches his overloaded and you bite your lip holding back your own moan.

"Frag babes I'm so close! Frag yes. Yes." The words fall freely from him as his spike throbs, biolights pulsing quicker as he almost reaches the tipping point of his pleasure and just like that your hands pull away.

"What?! Frag babes you ok? I'm almost there." The desperation, confusion and slight concern are evident in his voice as his optics look down to identify the reason for your sudden lack of touch.

When his optics catch the devious smile spread across your face as your hands link behind your back, the realisation of your motives slowly comes to his lust-filled processor.

"No please! You can't! Babes come on. Just a little more! Don't leave me like this! I-I'm almost done then- you can ride my face place however long you want after! Please." Panicked and pleading for you to tip him over the edge, his legs shake and servos hit the ground in frustration but never make any move towards you or his spike.

The pleasure that surges throughout your body as you watch him in such a state of need and want, you almost want to jump on his spike then and there. Unlike your partner, you have a lot more self-restraint.

"I said I'd have a little fun. Nothing about letting you overload." You hum out enjoying the look of needy frustration that covers his faceplate.

"Come one. Babe's I've been good! I-I didn't touch-." His babbling words are cut off by your own stern ones.

"Good and you'll keep it that way." Smirk dissipates into your normal loving smile as you shift from between his legs.

"What no!" Shifting to his knees as you continue to walk into the small alley. "You can't leave me like this!"

"I think I will." You muse out as you wave your hand for him to follow.

"Perhaps I'll change my mind a little later. Until then we've gotta get back to the others." You call out from the end of the alley, not missing the small sob and whine that comes from him as you make your way back into the building.

"This is going to be so much fun if he can keep his servos away from his spike." You think to yourself as apologize to the others for your brief absence, trying to hide your smirk when a rather tense and twitchy Mirage tries to sneak his way back into the building.

#transformers #x reader #smut #reader insert #transformers mirage x reader #transformers mirage #mirage x reader #rotb mirage #mirage x human reader #mirage #rise of the beasts #mirage rotb #tf rotb #tf mirage #transformers rotb #oneshot #transformer drabbles #drabble

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anyamaris · 2 years ago

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A Nice Night In 💜

Word Count-6k (YES I GOT CARRIED AWAY)

Summary-After your friends cancel on your girl's night in, your roommates and their friends decide to keep you company instead.

Pairing(s)-Roommate!Jongho x f!reader x Roommate!San x Yeosang, Yunho x f!reader

Trope-Roommates/friends to lovers au

Warnings-Language, unprotected sex (wrap it up), MINORS DNI 18+, spanking, lots of talk of cum, oral (f receiving), spanking, this is super filthy so fair warning (at least by my personal writing standards)

Ok so first, I wanted to acknowledge @stardragongalaxy and @thelargefrye for helping me get my theme down with this. 🤍💜🤍

@sanjoongie for encouraging me🤍💜🤍

Also @wooyoungmybelovedhusband for always being my biggest cheerleader and beta reader 🤍💜🤍

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @sanjoongie @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @kwanisms @thelargefrye @pyeonghongrie-main

NSFW below cut

"Seriously?! All of you?" your voice is close to breaking as you listen to your friend on the other end of the line. "No, it's fine. Really. We can just go out when you guys all feel better." you mumble your goodbyes and then hang up, tossing your phone across the blanket you're sitting on.

Sighing, you bury your face in the pillow pile you'd thrown on the cushion you'd put together for tonight. You all had planned this little slumber party for months and now they'd all 'gotten sick' at the last minute.

You understood rescheduling but would have liked if it had been sooner. You'd spent the morning and part of the afternoon rearranging your living room area into a place for you all to sleep. The huge cushion in the middle of the floor had so many oversized pillows and comfy blankets. Plus, all the food and drinks you'd purchased.

"At least I live with two men, they'll eat some of it." you grumble, face down in pillows. Kicking your feet, you punch at the softness dejectedly. All of a sudden you feel someone grasp your ankle and yank you. "Why are you swearing, Y/n?" a voice brings you out of your momentary shock and you sigh, rolling over to face Jongho standing over you, your foot still in his hand. Pouting up at him, you let out a sad whine.

"My friends all cancelled." Jongho frowns at you and starts to rub your foot absently. "Why did they cancel on you? Haven't you been planning this for awhile now?" You just nod, enjoying Jongho's strong hands massaging you. "Poor baby, what are you going to do now?" he asks and you sigh again.

"Who knows...probably eat all the food I bought and get super fat and cry myself to sleep." you whine and he just laughs at you. "Awww, they cancelled?" you hear San say as he dives into the big cushiony pile with you, pulling you to him for cuddles. "Yeah! Jerks." you pout at San and he pouts with you, nodding dramatically. Jongho rolls his eyes and lets go of your foot, prodding you both with his toes.

"Why don't you go out with us, Y/n? Yeosang should be here soon and Yunho had something going on but he should be meeting up later." Jongho asks, plopping down on the couch beside you both. "Ugh, no thanks. I don't want to deal with crowds tonight. I want to stay in these pajamas and eat snacks and talk about stupid girl things." you grumble and San just pets you, hugging you. "I'll stay and do those things with you," San says, and you eye him. "Really? You'd do that? But don't you want to go meet all the others?" you ask him, feeling a small bit of hope that he's being serious. But you also would feel bad, knowing he'd be giving up a weekend night going out to stay in with you.

"Of course I would! I'm a better friend to you than those stupid girls." he says, smiling at you and you can't help but smoosh his face and kiss the adorable little dimple. He beams at you, then looks at Jongho who is just shaking his head at San's antics. "Count me out, tonight, Jongho. Gonna stay in with my girl." he says and tickles you, making you giggle.

"OUR girl, San. We will stay in with OUR girl." Jongho says, rolling his eyes. "Wait, you're going to stay too?" you ask, turning to look at him. "Of course, Ill just let Yeosang and Yunho know. We can always go out another night. Honestly, we were only going out so you could have the place to yourself and your friends. I'd rather stay in anyhow."

A bit later, and you are setting out the snacks you'd prepared, sipping a glass of wine you'd bought with San. He'd gone and changed into his cute puppy pjs so he could emulate being at a slumber party with you. You couldn't help but smile at his dedication to the cause. You kiss his cheek again as he helps you set everything out.

"What was that for?" he asks, touching his face. "For being so sweet to me, and taking care of your friend." you say, tweaking his nose. His proud face makes you laugh and you are startled when you hear the doorbell. "Who the heck is that?" you ask, going to see.

"Surprise!" Yeosang says as you open the door. "Yeosang?" you say, wondering why he's here. Jongho had said he was contacting him so he didn't come since they weren't going out. "Hey, I heard your gathering got cancelled so I came for the slumber party." he says, holding up a backpack. "I even brought my pajamas!" he says and you giggle, hugging him. "Thank you!" you exclaim then feel slightly embarrassed as you pull back, realizing you'd startled him. "Sorry, I just got excited." you blush and he smiles, holding a hand out and shaking it at you. "No no, it's ok, I just...was surprised!" he laughs awkwardly and you usher him in.

"Sangie!" You hear San call to him. "We're just getting out some food I made, then Jongho should be out of the shower to come hang out too." you say, joining the two men in the kitchen. You get Yeosang a drink and make small talk while you hang out.

Jongho finally joins you all as you make your way out to the living room area. You smile as you take in all their pajamas. San's were puppies playing, Jongho had on a simple grey pajama set and Yeosang was wearing blue stripes. With your oversized hoodie and pajama shorts, the party was ready to go.

"So...what do you guys normally do at a slumber party?" Jongho asks, leaning back into the pillows. You guys were all sitting on the floor cushion in a semi circle. "Hmm...really just talk- share stories, gossip, talk about nasty dirty things that females love to talk about." you laugh, and they all give you funny looks.

"We play games, listen to music, and talk. Movies aren't fun when you want to catch up. I haven't seen some of them in awhile. I hope we can reschedule." you frown, feeling sad all of a sudden. You really had been looking forward to the girls night. San scoots over to you and pulls you into a hug, squishing you.

"We can talk about those kinds of things, right?" Yeosang perks up, looking at you. "Talk about...? You guys want to...gossip?" you blurt out, unable to stop a laugh. Jongho looks ridiculously indignant and you laugh even harder as he says, "I can gossip with the best of them!"

"Oh yeah?" you ask and try to breathe. "Ok, give me some juicy gossip." you say and his eyes light up. "Did you know Hongjoong was into -" he starts and you yelp and clap your hands over your ears. "NO! DONT WANT TO KNOW!" you yell and everyone starts laughing.

"Just kidding. But really, hmmm..." he says, thinking. "I sleep naked!" San bursts out and everyone is silent for a moment as you all look at him. "R-really?" you say, mouth hanging open. "Yes. What?" he asks, shrugging. "What about you, Y/n, do you sleep naked?" he asks, looking up at you and wiggling his eyebrows.

"San! .......not....always...." you manage, trying not to laugh on top of feeling embarrassed. You all hadn't been drinking much yet but you suppose the environment was making you comfortable sharing. "What about you two?" you ask, eyeing the other two men. Yeosang coughs on his drink and Jongho's mouth works, unsure of what to say.

"I..." Jongho starts and then shakes his head, laughing. "Sometimes, fine?" he says and you clap, happy to see them participating. "What about you, Yeosang?" You ask, smirking at him. His face is turning slightly red and he eyes all of you. "Same." he mumbles and you and San both giggle even more. "You both are dumb, who hasn't slept naked?" Jongho says, throwing a pillow at you.

It hits you in the face and you huff, cocking your arm back to throw it at him. "Don't do it, Y/n. It won't end well for you." Jongho states simply, raising an eyebrow at you, knowing you too well. "Uh oh..." San says and crawls away from you, curling up behind Yeosang, who looks confused.

"Oh really?" you say. "Don't do it." Jongho says, pointing at you and you can't help but jump up and swing it at him. You manage to actually catch him by surprise with leaping at him and there's a thump sound as you smack him with it, throwing your hands up in triumph.

"HA! Take that, you big-" you get out before he's up and throwing you over his shoulder. You catch your breath and then let out a squeal as he slaps your behind, yelling at him as you realize San and Yeosang are joining in the laughter with Jongho. "I swear! When I get down from here I'll-!" "You'll what? You're so tiny, what are you going to do? Hmmm?" Jongho asks, tossing you down into the big pillow pile. He drops on his knees in front of you and grabs both of your arms as you reach for one of the many pillows.

"Now now, bad girl..." he says, pulling your arms over your head then he starts tickling you. "Jongho!" you manage between your laughter and he's just grinning down at you. "SANNIE!!!" You yell out, hoping for an ally. "Y/n! I'm coming!" you hear and smirk up at Jongho, just to have that smirk quickly disappear as San joins in the tickling.

Squealing in agony and laughter, you cry out, "Yeosaaang pleeeease heeellppp! Ill do anything!!!" and then he's pushing San off, darting under to block Jongho's hands with his body. His arms go around you and you breathe in relief momentarily. Looking over Yeosang's shoulder at Jongho, you stick your tongue out at him.

"You'll do anything?" Yeosang whispers in your ear and your eyes get wide as you pull back and look at him. His face is very close to yours and your breath catches at his mischievous look. You can't help but swallow and bite your lip. Your eyes shutter as you look at him, nodding once and the teasing look is gone as his eyes get big.

"Ok, fine. You win this time, Y/n. But only cause you cheated and got help." Jongho is saying and you take a moment to snap out of the little moment you and Yeosang just had. You'd always had a small crush on him but everyone knew how handsome he was. Hell, they were all handsome. It would be odd to not have had a random thought about any of them.

"Yes...I...YES I WON! Besides, you cheated too. I'll never forgive you, SAN! I thought you loved me!" You exclaim, taking longer than you'd have liked pushing Yeosang off after Jongho let you go. You force your attention on San's pleading so you don't look at the gorgeous man who just whispered in your ear.

You all continue to chat, doing your best to ignore the little stirring in your lower belly every time you look at Yeosang. Like I've never been in close proximity to these guys before, you think, shaking your head, I'm acting like a young, horny teenager.

You make your way to the kitchen to refresh your drink, needing a moment to breathe. "What is wrong with you, Y/n? Get ahold of yourself!" you mutter, softly laughing at yourself. Then you feel hands on your waist and lips on your neck. Before you can stop yourself, you close your eyes as you press back against the warm body behind you, your ass grinding against him. "Y/n!" you hear San's voice squeak and then realize what you've just done. "Oh my god...Sannie sorry I thought you were Yeo-" You start then stop, your stupid mouth getting you in even more trouble.

"Oh?" he says, his breath near your ear, his fingers gripping you harder as he pulls you back against him again, not letting you escape. "Hmm...you were thinking about Yeosang?" San asks and you can hear his smirk in his voice. You put your hands over your face in embarrassment. "Was it his cock you wanted to rub that ass against? Hmm?" he asks, moving his hips against you and you realize he's getting hard. "Sannie!" you gasp out. "Tell me what you wanted Yeosang to do to you, sweetie." you half laugh and half whimper, feeling like smacking San but also wanting to explore this as well.

Oh my god, you little whore, you think to yourself. In just the last hour you'd had extremely sexual thoughts about two of the men here tonight. One of them being your roommate. Then you feel another set of hands pull yours away from your face.

"Yes....tell me." Yeosang is saying, his eyes intense as he looks into yours. "I-we-but-" you stammer, feeling panicked. "Do you not want me, Y/n?" Yeosang asks and you can't help but bark out a small "ha-" before his mouth is claiming yours. Your arms immediately wrap around his neck, your hands going into his hair as he pries your mouth open with his tongue. His hands reciprocate and cup your head, his fingers in your hair. San groans behind you, his hand sliding up your hoodie to cup your breast through the material.

"Is it just Yeosang you want, little one?" San is asking softly behind you and instead of breaking the kiss with Yeosang, you let one of your arms fall from his neck, seeking behind you. Your hand goes over your shoulder and you find San's hair, tugging lightly. He growls lightly as he starts kissing your neck, hands roaming over your chest as he holds you against him. You can feel warmth pooling between your legs as four hands explore you, roaming over your chest, your waist, in your hair.

"What do you both think you're doing?" you suddenly hear, and Yeosang finally breaks your kiss. You finally realize that you're standing in the kitchen with two men all over you and Jongho is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. "Jongho..." you murmur, and then he's walking over to you, pulling your arm. About to protest being stopped, Jongho cuts off your pleas by swinging you up into his arms.

"If we're all going to do this, let's give her some comfy pillows to lay on first." he says, smiling down at you. You can't help but feel your stomach flutter at how easily he lifted you and you wind your arms around his neck, drawing him in for a kiss. Then he's carrying you into the living room, placing you in the cushiony pile on the floor. He follows you down, his mouth meeting yours again.

Oh my god, I'm about to really do this, you think, but you push the anxious voice away. Fuck yes you were about to to do this. It had been far too long since you'd had physical contact. And you were about to make up for that time in one night. You'd think about the consequences later on.

You barely register Yeosang joining you until he turns your face to his after Jongho breaks your kiss. "Are you okay with this?" he asks you, his beautiful eyes searching yours. You bite your lip, feeling suddenly shy despite the situation. "Yes.." you whisper and he reclaims your lips, a small moan escaping into your mouth as they meet.

Jongho's hands slip underneath your hoodie, his strong hands skimming your skin lightly and you feel shivers as they slide up your side. Your mouth is pulled from Yeosang's as San curls into your other side, greedily taking his turn, pressing his lips to yours. His low growls have you panting, along with Jongho's hands and eyes all over you. Yeosang starts kissing your neck as his hands skim down your exposed stomach, sliding his fingertips into the band of your pajama shorts.

"We have an audience," San whispers against your lips before he kisses along your jaw and you search the room to see Yunho sitting on the couch, watching you with his eyes hooded, palming himself through his jeans. He smiles at you as he notices your gaze and you moan out, even more turned on from being watched.

Jongho takes the opportunity to pull your hoodie over your head, tossing it to the side. Both he and Yeosang make noises of pleasure as they both descend on your chest, a small lace bralette the only barrier from their hands and tongues. Jongho cups your breast in his hand, teasing at you as he stares down at you. You can barely register all the sensations you're getting all at once. San is sucking and licking your neck on one side, Yeosang is running his hands over your tummy on the other side, his mouth traveling over the skin that is exposed above your bra.

You reach out to unzip Jongho's pants, enjoying his gasp as you free him and pull his stiff cock out of his pants. He pulls them down, giving you better access as you stroke him. He lets out a low moan, then uses both hands to rip your bralette off of you, startling you. Yeosang groans and takes a nipple in his mouth, his hand sliding down between your legs. You head swims from the sensation, his fingers rubbing aggressively against the material of your shorts.

"So wet already," Yeosang mumbles and San brings his hand down to check for himself. "You love this, don't you?" San whispers in your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth, then biting it gently. You let out a little mewling sound as his fingers slip your panties to the side, dipping into your soaking wet folds. Your lips are parted, small sounds escaping as both men on either side touch you and kiss you, while you look up at Jongho. "Fuck this-" he says, then reaches down and grasps your shorts, yanking them down along with your panties all in one motion. He pulls your legs up, removing them completely and tosses them off to the side. Then he grips your ankles, pushing your legs back so your knees are bent, exposing your wet core to everyone. San and Yeosang each take a limb, spreading you wide.

Upon seeing your glistening, dripping pussy, Jongho swears under his breath before sliding down, immediately running his tongue up your slit to taste you. San swallows your cries as he claims your mouth again, guiding your hand to his pants. You work at his rigid length through the material as Yeosang's mouth nips and sucks at your nipples. You use your other hand to run through Jongho's hair, encouraging his tongue before you seek out Yeosang.

He immediately places your hand on his stiff cock, already out for you. Wrapping your fingers around his thickness, you stroke him and arch your back under his mouth. You shiver as he breathes on your moist skin, moaning into San's mouth. Yeosang returns your noises on your breasts as he works his way around your nipple, teasing and tugging with his teeth, then his tongue.

You finally manage to free San as well, then you are working at both him and Yeosang as Jongho sucks on your tender bud, his fingers slipping inside of you. Crying out as his digits enter you and stretch you, you break free from San's mouth. He immediately returns to your neck, leaving small little marks as he sucks and bites. Your glazed, dilated eyes meet Yunho's across the room and notice he's got his dick in his hand, slowly stroking as he watches you. When he notices you staring at him, you can see him react, the sound of his breathing picking up as his hand works faster.

"Yun..." you moan out and he closes his eyes and bites his lip and you can't help but clench as you watch him stroke himself. Jongho's pleased vibrations roll over your clit as he feels you grip his fingers, his lips sucking as his tongue laps at your juices. You start to feel the tense ache in your abdomen pulse as he sucks and licks faster, your walls fluttering as you feel yourself about to lose it. "Jongho! I'm- I-- Oh ---" you can only manage, watching Yunho jerk as ropes of white cum spill from him, cumming with you from afar before your eyes close. Your whole body is shaking with all the different hands and mouths all over you. Both of your hands tighten around San and Yeosang as you cum, working them faster before you can't move for a moment. Their panting and moaning building as you release, all three of them holding you while you come down off your high.

Jongho pulls back, allowing Yeosang to wrap his arm around your waist, hoisting you up by your hips. San whines as you're tugged away from him, and Yeosang stands up, forcing you to grasp ahold of his strong arms. You rip open his pajama top, yanking and tugging at it until it's free enough to throw. You moan at the sight of him topless, running your hands over his firm chest, brushing your palms against his hardening nipples. He kisses you again as he grips your ass, rubbing his length against your sensitive center. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, little girl." he growls and you can't breathe at the sexy, rough tone of the normally shyer, quiet man.

"Please," you whine out as you tug his hair, then he's throwing you down onto the couch, kneeling between your legs as he grabs your ankle. He kisses the skin on the inside of your calf, then runs his hand up underneath your knee, looking down at you for a moment. You go to cover yourself, feeling oddly shy at his gaze, but then he's tsking at you and San is grabbing your arms, holding them over your head. "Tell us now if it's too much, baby girl..." San says, petting your hair while he grips both of your wrists in his other hand. He kisses your cheek as you look up at Yeosang, biting your lip.

You shake your head at him and whisper, "No, it's not too much....I want it...I want you...". Yeosang presses your leg up, exposing you even more once you say that, leaning down to prop himself above you. "Tell me again, princess. Say it..." he says softly in his deep timbre of his voice making you tremble in need. "Yeosang, please! please.....I want you, I NEED YOU!" you cry out, pulling at his hips and he grins down at you. He gently presses into your tight wetness, then thrusts forward on a groan, his hips pressing you down. San is cooing in your ear, calling you pretty names, petting your hair as Yeosang begins to fuck you at an insane pace, his beautiful face watching you as he forces out screams from you. You can already feel an ache where bruises will be tomorrow, but right now the pleasure is worth it, and you scream for more.

"Doing such a good job, little one, take him nice and deep." San is whispering in your ear and Yeosang is crying out, his body collapsing on yours as he grabs your shoulders and start grinding himself deep into you. "Fuck, oh fuck....you're so fucking tight...." Yeosang is groaning into your ear and you can feel tears leaking out of your eyes from how brutal his thrusts are, and you are making unintelligible cries as you feel a burning orgasm rip through you. The pressure of his body against your clit along with his thick cock bottoming out inside of you forces your body to lift, him along with you. "FUC-" he's moaning out and then his hips are jerking as you feel him start to cum inside of you. San is still holding you down and whispering in your ear and you can hear how aroused both of your orgasms make him by his breathing and voice.

Finally Yeosang breathes again, and after emptying himself inside of you, he pulls out and you can feel his hot seed leaking out. "Such a good job, baby girl." San is kissing away your tears as Yeosang gets up, his hands trailing along your body and taking San's place, holding your arms and kissing your cheek. "Good girl, you liked me filling you with my cum? Let me hold you while Sannie fills you up too." his deep voice hums in your ear and you cry out as San takes Yeosang's place.

"Sannie, please..." you moan at him, half exhausted and half excited to feel your roommate inside of you. "I've got you baby girl, going to fuck your pretty little pussy til you cum again." he says, sliding his thick cock into you. You cry out as his hand comes down to rub at your bruised nub, hissing at the sensitivity, but clamping around him at the same time. "Oh fuck!" He moans out as he buries himself in you, starting out slower than Yeosang did.

"Oh baby girl, you're still so fucking tight," San whines, propping himself up on his elbow so he can look down and watch himself slide in and out of you. Yeosang is now the one kissing away your tears, soothing you with his low voice murmuring in your ear. "Mmmmm.." you can only manage as San slowly rolls his hips against you, watching your face, then himself penetrating you.

"Your cunt looks so precious, filled with Yeosang's cum and coating my cock." San groans. "So pretty," Yeosang whispers, kissing your neck, and you're momentarily deluded into thinking San is going to be softer with you, until his breath hitches and his hips pull back just to slam into you. "You feel so fucking good...." he says, his head tipping back as he starts pounding into you, the slapping sound of your sopping hole mixed with his hard thrusts draws Jongho back over to you.

"You're taking us so good, darling." Jongho coos, taking one of your arms from Yeosang and placing it on his still throbbing girth. You look up at him with tear soaked eyes as San continues his assault and Yeosang whispers in your ear. Jongho reaches out and plays with one of your tits as he looks down to watch what San is doing to you.

"Fuck, you weren't kidding, that's so sexy...." he moans as you stroke him while he watches. San's hips pick up speed along with his whines and cries and you know he's close. Jongho reaches down and starts rubbing your clit while San slams into you, the oversensitive nub aching as you cry out, your legs shaking. Jongho holds your outer leg against him as San grasps your other, his body starting to tremble. "Cum for me......cum around my cock while I fill you up, princess....let me fill...that pretty....cunt...." he's moaning and you cry out, Jongho's fingers not letting up even as you thrash around. San whimpers and moans as you clench around him, and he releases his cum inside of you. "That's it, what a good girl, take it all..." Yeosang is whispering and you can't help but let out a sob at the overstimulation.

"That's it, precious, let me see," Jongho coos as San finally slows down and pulls out of you. Jongho pulls you like you're nothing so you're hips are hanging over the couch, then he flips you over so you're face down. Yeosang is right beside you, petting your hair and praising you. He doesn't even both with your arms, given how much they've taken out of you. San sits on the couch with you, taking your hand in his as he calms down. He's kissing your fingers and tucking your hair behind your ear as you look up at him.

"Can you handle more?" Jongho asks, rubbing his strong hands over your ass, using his thumb to open you and admire the mess the other two have made of you. "Hmm....I don't know...." he says, and you cry out, wiggling your ass at him. "Are you sure?" he asks and you look back at him, tears on your cheeks "Please..." you manage with the smallest squeak and he shushes you, "shhh of course, how can I deny you when you look so sinful like this..."

Then he's gripping your hips as he presses into you, girthier than the other two. You can feel your walls ache and stretch around him, the sticky fluid from the other two leaking down your thighs as he fully fills you with his thick cock. He moans out as he pulls back, then he yanks you back onto him, drawing out a cry from you. "Oh my god!" you can't help but yell as he starts pulling you back into him as he thrusts forward. "Don't worry, precious-" Jongho is gasping, digging his strong fingers into your flesh. "I'm- not- going to- last...long-" he finally gets out, his words slowly turning into grunts. He smacks your ass hard as he fucks you, causing you to cry out again. San moves down beside you on the floor, tucking your hair behind your ear and then his hand is working at your clit as Jongho continues to slam into you. "No! San...I can't!" you cry and Yeosang slides himself down to take your mouth with his. "Shhh....just one more, baby...just one more, you can do it..." he's saying against your lips.

Jongho starts to moan louder as his hips snap against your ass, San's fingers working at you while Yeosang talks you through it. You don't think you're capable until the sizzling force of another orgasm clamps down onto Jongho, ripping a groan from his throat as he jerks forward and empties himself into you. You're whimpering into Yeosang's mouth, his lips smiling against you as you finally collapse from the third peak of the evening.

"You did such a good job, princess..." Yeosang murmurs, petting you, and San confirms, pulling you from Yeosang into his lap. He pulls your back against him, wrapping his arms around you and placing a kiss on your cheek. Jongho spreads you open to admire their work and gives you a kiss on your palm, adding to their praise with soft murmurs.

You glance up weakly as Yunho finally comes over, kneeling down in front of you. "Poor girl, look at how used and weak she is." He reaches out and cups your cheek, tsking at the others. "Let me take her from here..." he says, his arms sliding under you. You manage to wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts you and you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Yun..." you whine and he looks down at you softly. "It's ok, love. I'm going to clean you up and make you feel better, ok? Would you like that?" he asks and you nod, pouting up at him. He can't help but smile at you. "How can you be so cute when you're all helpless and worn out like this?" he asks you and you shrug. He just shakes his head and he whispers softly as he places you down, stripping himself. He picks you back up and lowers both of you into your big tub.

"I filled it while you were occupied, is it too hot for you?" He asks as you both sink into the bubbles. "No..." you sigh out, the warmth from the water and the soothing fragrance washing over you. You just let him hold you against him as you soak for a few minutes. Then you adjust so you're moving your legs to either side of his hips, straddling him.

"Hey, slow. Take your time," he says, cupping your face again. You can't help but pull his lips to yours, grateful and delighted at his attention to your aches and pains. Not to mention that he's so gorgeous sitting naked with you in a bubble bath...

"Make love to me, Yun." you murmur against his lips and his hand slips beneath the water, softly cupping your mound, his fingers lightly playing with you. "Are you sure? It doesn't hurt?" he asks, his eyes full of concern but you just shake your head. "Doesn't matter....I want to..." you say, then you're kissing him again as he guides himself into you. His cock is long and thick, causing you to gasp as he slips into you, stretching you even after how hard you've been used tonight.

"Yun!" You moan softly, and he stops halfway, holding your hips to stop you from taking any more of him. "Easy, don't push it....shhh," he says, going to pull back but you grasp his shoulders, shaking your head again as you bite your lip. "No...don't stop..." you murmur and he nods as he lets you continue to sink down onto him, watching your face closely. "So beautiful..." he says, kissing you softly again, then once you're fully seated on him, he deepens the kiss.

The water laps against the side of the tub as you begin to roll your hips, drawing a soft moan from him. His large hands grasp your ass, slowly starting to move you against him. "Mmmh...you feel so good, gorgeous. Let me move you, just relax...." he says, then he tips his head back to watch you. Your lips are parted and your eyes are heavy with exhaustion but you feel yourself building again, the extreme difference of the others compared to this amazing aftercare making you insanely turned on. You ache so much but it feels amazing at the same time, the water helping to soothe you as he carefully helps you ride him.

"Yun..." you say, breath hitching and he furrows his brows, biting his lip as he feels you grip around him tightly. "YUN...I think....I - " you bury your head in his neck as you clench around him, your overused body wracked with spasms as you peak yet again, unexpectedly. "Fuck." he moans and then the water sloshes over the side as he pulls you down on him more frantically, trying his best to be sensitive but seeking his own release. "I'm sorry-but-" he starts and you throw your head back, gripping his hair and you cry out, "Yun! CUM! CUM INSIDE ME!" His eyes darken as he opens his mouth, a choked moan escaping as you feel him lift you with his hips as he tugs you down one last time. "Cumming-" he manages as he unloads into you, lasting longer than the others as he'd been edging himself after his first orgasm at the beginning of the evening. You both cling to one another as you ride out your highs together.

Time seems to slip as you just soak and he holds you, then he's petting your hair and kissing your cheeks. "You still with me?" he asks softly and you mumble a yes, softly laughing. You can feel him smile against your skin as your soft laughted turns into a giggle. "So silly." he says, pulling back to look up at you. As he studies your face, you feel the events of the night catch up and you blush. "What's this?" he asks, tweaking your nose. "Is my girl shy now?" you laugh but pout, feeling silly and giddy. "A little..." you say softly and he just shakes his head, pulling you down for a long, passionate kiss.

"Let's do this again soon." he says, and you snort, smooshing his cheeks in your hands. "At least give me a few days to recover!" you say, laughing.

"Next time, I'll bring some friends!" San yells outside the door and Yunho bursts out laughing as you scream obscenities back at him.

You definitely wanted to do it again.

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cheynovak · 3 months ago

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Sheriff’s Bargain - Part 2

Characters: Beau Arlen x F/Reader Y/N

Summary: Y/N, a seasoned con artist, is arrested after returning to Montana, where her past comes back to haunt her in the form of Sheriff Beau Arlen—the man she abandoned five years ago. Facing charges linked to a drug lord, she’s offered a deal to work as an informant. Torn between her criminal life and lingering feelings for Beau, Y/N must decide whether to help him bring down the crime ring or continue running from her past.

Warnings: Mentioning of breaking the law

English is not my first language

*Please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated*

I worked with Beau and the sheriff's department as best as I could, but every day felt like walking a tightrope. No matter how much I helped, I couldn’t shake the feeling that they saw me as the devil in disguise—a criminal wearing a thin mask of cooperation. Beau, especially, kept his distance. Professional, detached. Like I was just another asset in his pursuit of justice. Maybe that’s what I was now.

The latest task was more difficult than I expected. I’d already given them all the intel I had, but most of it was old, whispers on the street, fragments of conversations from six years ago when I was doing jobs for Declan King. And in the criminal world, six years was a lifetime. They needed more than whispers. They needed something concrete.

So they wired me up and sent me back in. My target: King’s right-hand man, Grady. A dangerous guy with a reputation for sniffing out rats. I thought I could handle it—I’d slipped into and out of tighter situations before, but this one was close. Too close.

Grady wasn’t an idiot, and I felt him watching me the entire time, waiting for me to slip up. He got suspicious. Real suspicious. And he was right, all of the sudden I asked to meat pretending to be in trouble needing to loan money, I never asked my clients for loans, and they knew, but I played my part.

Things almost went south, but I kept my cool, spun a story about old times, and managed to walk out of there with a new bond, they would call me whenever they had a job for me. Whatever that may be.

I was shaking when I left their place, in desperate need for a drink.

But now, sitting alone at the bar, I could still feel the adrenaline coursing through me. I was shaking inside, no matter how calm I’d appeared on the surface. I’d been one wrong word away from being found out, and that scared me more than I wanted to admit.

The whiskey in front of me wasn’t helping. It wasn’t chasing away the cold fear that had settled in my bones, but I kept drinking anyway, hoping that eventually it would. The bar was dim, full of noise and life, but I felt distant from it all, lost in my own head.

That’s when I saw him.

Beau walked in, scanning the room like he always did, his eyes sharp and focused. He spotted me instantly, and I could see his jaw tighten as he made his way over. He didn’t belong here, not in this seedy dive bar with its sticky floors and cheap liquor. But then again, neither did I. Not anymore.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low as he slid onto the barstool beside me. He didn’t order a drink. He just sat there, watching me, his eyes darker than usual.

I glanced at him, then took another sip of my whiskey. “Didn’t realize the sheriff was making house calls to dive bars now.”

“You should be more careful,” he said, ignoring my sarcasm. “Grady’s men hang around places like this. You don’t want to attract the wrong kind of attention.”

I laughed, but it sounded hollow even to my own ears. “I think I’ve already attracted all the wrong kinds of attention, don’t you think?”

Beau’s gaze didn’t waver. “What happened back there?”

I swallowed hard, my grip tightening around the glass. “I handled it. Just like I always do.”

“Barely,” he said, his tone sharp. “We were listening, Y/N. You were one step away from blowing your cover.”

His words stung, more than they should have. “What do you want me to say, Beau? I got in, didn’t I?”

Beau leaned closer, his voice dropping. “This isn’t a game. These people aren’t going to let you walk away if they find out you’re working with us. And if you go down, we can’t pull you out in time.”

I met his gaze, feeling a surge of frustration. “You think I don’t know that? You think I haven’t been living with that reality for years now? I tried to stay as far away from King as possible, I know what he is.” I set the glass down a little too hard, the sound sharp against the noise of the bar. “I’m doing this for you. For your case. Don’t forget that.”

There was a moment of silence between us, the weight of everything unsaid hanging in the air.

“For me? I didn’t start a life in crime, did I?” Beau finally said, his voice softer but rough. “No,” I said, my voice quieter now too. “But you asked me to help, didn’t you?”

He didn’t respond, just stared at me with those eyes that made it hard to breathe. I wondered if he saw it, the fear I was trying so hard to drown in whiskey, the exhaustion that came from years of looking over my shoulder. Or maybe he just saw me for who I really was, a criminal trying to play at redemption.

Beau sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, Y/N, I get it. I know this isn’t easy for you. But we’re in deep now. You keep going, and we’ll get King. But if it gets too dangerous, you need to tell me. You need to let me pull you out before it’s too late.”

I looked down at the glass in my hands, turning it slowly. “Look, don't pretend you even care for me after what I did.” Beau was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “Maybe I am.”

There was something in his voice that made me look up at him, something I hadn’t heard in a long time. Concern. Real concern. For me. And that was what scared me more than anything.

“I can handle it,” I said, though I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince—him or myself.

Beau’s eyes softened, but he didn’t push me further. Instead, he stood up, sliding some cash onto the bar. “I’ll drive you home. You’ve had enough for tonight.”

I wanted to argue, to tell him I didn’t need his help, but the truth was, I was too tired. Too tired of fighting him, of fighting myself. So I nodded, letting him guide me out of the bar and into the cool Montana night.

As we walked to his truck, the silence between us felt different. Not heavy with tension like before, but something else. Something almost… familiar. For the first time in years, I didn’t feel like I had to run. At least, not tonight.

But as Beau opened the truck door for me, the memories of last time I hopped in his car lingered in my mind.

The drive started off in silence, the only sound the steady hum of the engine and the occasional bump in the road. I stared out the window, the dark Montana landscape blurring by, trying to piece together the tangle of emotions that had knotted up in my chest since Beau walked into that bar.

I wasn’t sure how to explain it to him—or if I even wanted to. Finally, Beau broke the silence. “Why?” I blinked, caught off guard. “Why what?” He glanced at me, his jaw tight. “Why do this? Work with me. Was it just because I asked?”

I sighed, looking back out the window. “Yes, because you asked. What else was I supposed to do? It was either help or rot in a cell.”

He shook his head, like he was upset with the truth, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. His voice dropped, more raw now. “Why date me back then? Was it just for the money? Another job?”

The question hit me harder than I expected. My stomach twisted, and I knew this conversation was inevitable, but I wasn’t ready for it. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting for an answer, and I stayed quiet, hoping that maybe if I didn’t respond, the question would disappear. But my silence spoke louder than words.

I owed him an explanation. After all this time, he deserved at least that much. “At first... yeah,” I admitted softly, the words heavy in my throat. “It was about the job. You seemed like someone I could get intel from, maybe sell it and make a quick score.”

I could feel him tense beside me, his grip on the wheel tightening. “Figures,” he muttered under his breath, but he didn’t interrupt.

“But then…” I continued, my voice almost a whisper, “I realized you were a good man. Different from anyone I’d ever met. And that’s why I left.”

Beau gave a short, humorless laugh, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, but it wasn’t a smile that reached his eyes. “I’m sure you’ve stolen from good men before. What made me different?”

I looked down at my hands, fidgeting with my fingers, the weight of his question hanging between us. “You were different, Beau. You didn’t deserve to be dragged into the mess I was in. You were too… good for me... You still are.”

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. I could feel the frustration rolling off him in waves, the unsatisfied tension in his smirk. “Good men get conned all the time, Y/N. It’s not about deserving.”

“I know that,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “But with you, it felt different. You made me see something in myself I didn’t want to face. That’s why I left, not because I didn’t care… but because I cared too much.”

Beau glanced over at me, his eyes softened, though the hurt was still there, just beneath the surface. “You could’ve stayed. Maybe we could’ve figured it out.”

I shook my head, tears prickling at the back of my eyes. “No, Beau. You deserved better than the mess I was, better than someone who couldn’t even be honest with you.”

He didn’t say anything for a long time, just drove in silence, and I wondered if I had said too much or not enough. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he sighed deeply.

“You know,” he said, his voice low, “ I was angry when you left. But what hurts more now is that you didn’t trust me enough to let me help you. To see who you really were, to get you out.”

I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. “I didn’t what to get out, Beau." He looked at me, "And now?" "I-I, I don't know… at least I’m trying to, I guess.”

We didn’t say much after that, the silence between us heavy but not as suffocating as before. There were no easy answers, no way to fix the past. But maybe, just maybe, there was a way forward, even if it was messy and uncertain.

As Beau pulled into the driveway of the safe house where I’d be staying for now, I took a deep breath. This wasn’t over—neither the case nor whatever this was between us. It felt like we were standing at the edge of something, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to step off or if I was going to fall.

I asked if he wanted to come in. He hesitated, his hand hovering over the keys still in the ignition, eyes locked on the house ahead. For a moment, I thought he might say yes. But then he shook his head, his jaw set. “Not tonight,” he said quietly, his voice rough, as if it took more effort to say those two words than he wanted to admit.

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Okay.”

The air between us felt heavy, weighted down by everything unsaid, everything I couldn’t fix. I jumped out of the car and started walking toward the house, the cool night air biting at my skin. With each step, I felt a strange mix of relief and regret—relief that we had finally talked, that we’d gotten more out in that car ride than we had in all the weeks working together. But regret… because I’d hurt him. And seeing the hurt still lingering in his eyes twisted something deep inside me.

The porch light flickered as I reached the door. I fumbled with the key, but my mind was still back in the car with Beau. He’d been distant, cold even, for most of our time working together. But tonight, for the first time in years, he let some of that guard down, even if just for a moment.

I should have felt good about it. I should’ve felt relieved. But the truth was, knowing I had caused him that pain… it felt horrible. Worse than I’d imagined it would.

Once inside, I leaned against the door, closing my eyes for a moment, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. I wasn’t used to this—feeling this way, caring this much about someone other than myself. It was easier when I was just a con, slipping in and out of people’s lives without looking back. But with Beau… I’d let myself care. And now I couldn’t escape the consequences of that.

I hurt him, and I didn’t know if I could ever undo that.

I opened my eyes, my heart pounding as I took in the sight of the trashed room. Furniture overturned, papers scattered, and the uneasy silence that followed the realization that someone had been here—looking for me. The blood drained from my face. I fumbled for my phone, my hands trembling as I dialed Beau’s number. He picked up on the first ring.

“Beau, someone’s been here. The place is smashed—”

“I’m still close. Stay put. I’m on my way.”

Minutes felt like hours as I stood in the wreckage, waiting, every sound making my pulse spike. When Beau arrived, he rushed to me, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me, his jaw tight. He didn’t say anything at first, just placed a hand on my arm, grounding me in the chaos.

His colleagues from the department showed up soon after, combing through the place, searching for clues, for any sign of who had broken in. But I already knew who. Kings men. He must’ve gotten wind that I was here. I was on their radar now, and the realization sent a chill down my spine.

Beau stood next to me as his team worked, his presence steady and solid in the middle of my spiraling fear. When the search was over, and the immediate threat cleared, he turned to me, his brow furrowed with concern.

“You can’t stay here,” he said, his voice firm. “We’ll find a new safehouse, but for tonight…” He hesitated, his eyes searching mine. “You’ll stay at my place.”

I didn’t argue. The fear gnawing at my insides left no room for pride. I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

At his house, the tension still clung to me like a second skin. I sat on the couch while Beau moved into the kitchen. He returned a few moments later with a cup of tea, setting it down in front of me. His eyes stayed on me longer than usual, a mix of worry and something deeper swimming in them.

“You’re scared,” he said softly, leaning against the counter.

I didn’t deny it. “I am.”

He didn’t say anything, just turned, rummaged through a drawer, and came back with a gun in his hand. He held it out to me, his expression serious. “Do you know how to work this?”

I nodded, my voice steady despite the fear. “Since I was five.” His eyebrows shot up, his concern deepening. “Five?” I smiled, but it was bitter. “Girls with normal childhoods don’t grow up to be criminals, Beau.”

He watched me for a long moment, the weight of my words sinking in. His shoulders sagged slightly, and I could see it in his face—he wanted to ask more, to dig deeper into the past I rarely talked about. But he didn’t. Instead, he sat down beside me, the space between us charged with unspoken things.

“You don’t have to be that girl anymore,” he said quietly.

I looked at him, really looked at him. But no matter how much I wanted to believe him, the fear, the darkness of my past, still felt too close, too much a part of me.

“Maybe not,” I said, forcing a smile.

Beau didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes said enough. He wasn’t going to let me run this time. And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“Tell me about her.”

I looked up, meeting Beau’s steady gaze. “Really?” I asked, a little surprised he wanted to go down this road.

He nodded, leaning back slightly. “I presume the stories you gave me on our dates were... false?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but the tension between us lingered.

I smiled, a little apologetically. “Most of them, yeah.”

“Come on,” he said with a teasing glint in his eyes, trying to lighten the mood. “You’ve got dirt on me too.”

I shook my head, my smile fading. “Yeah, but you’ve got dirt on me to put me in jail.”

His face softened, and he didn’t deny it. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, watching me, waiting. The easygoing sheriff was gone, replaced by a man who wanted to know the truth. I could see the weight of the years between us, the unsaid things that were about to come to the surface.

I took a deep breath, staring at the floor for a moment before looking back up at him. “You really want to know?”

Beau didn’t move, just nodded once. “Yeah. I do.”

I leaned forward, clasping my hands together, trying to figure out where to even start. My life wasn’t a story with a clean beginning or an easy ending. It was messy, full of jagged edges and broken pieces.

“I grew up in a place where trust got you hurt,” I began, my voice low. “My dad… he wasn’t a good man. He ran with the wrong crowd—gamblers, lowlifes. He was a con artist, too. I guess that’s where I got it from. But he wasn’t careful. He owed a lot of people money, people who weren’t too happy when he couldn’t pay.”

Beau stayed quiet, his eyes never leaving mine, but I could tell he was taking it all in. He didn’t interrupt, just let me keep going.

“I was five when I learned how to handle a gun,” I continued. “Because he wasn’t home most nights, and when he was, it wasn’t safe. My mom left when I was a kid, so I didn’t have anyone to teach me what normal was. I learned survival from the people around me—thieves, liars, con artists. By the time I was twelve, I was running scams with my dad. He called it ‘teaching me the family business.’” I laughed bitterly at the memory. “But really, it was just survival.”

Beau’s face hardened, but he didn’t say anything. I could see the way his fists clenched slightly at his sides, like he was imagining that little girl growing up in that world.

“Eventually, I got good at it. Better than my dad. I moved on from his small-time schemes to bigger things. By the time I was twenty, I was on my own, pulling jobs for some very dangerous people. And once you’re in that life, it’s not easy to get out. You know too much, and people don’t forget that. You don’t get to just disappear.”

I looked down at my hands, feeling the weight of all those years press down on me again. “That’s why I left you, Beau. I didn’t want to drag you into the mess I was in. I thought if I just disappeared, maybe I could protect you from all of it.”

I glanced up, searching his face for some sign of what he was thinking. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice quiet but steady.

“I knew you were running from something, but I didn’t realize it was all that.”

I shrugged, trying to play it off, but the truth was, telling him all of this felt like exposing a part of me I’d kept hidden for years. “It’s not exactly first-date material.”

He gave a small, humorless smile. “No, I guess not.”

Silence settled between us again, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was piecing things together, seeing me in a way he hadn’t before. And I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better or worse.

“You’re not your dad, Y/N,” Beau said after a moment, his voice firm. “You’ve made mistakes, yeah, but you’re not him. You don’t need to be like him.”

I let out a long breath, my eyes drifting back to the floor. “Sometimes, it feels like I am. Like I’m stuck in this cycle, doing what I know best because it’s the only thing I’ve ever been good at.”

Beau leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, closing the distance between us. “You’ve been trying to survive your whole life. That’s not the same as being a bad person.”

I looked up at him, his words sinking in, but I wasn’t sure I could believe them. Not yet, anyway. “I don’t know how to be anyone else,” I whispered.

Beau reached over, gently placing his hand on mine. “Then maybe it’s time you learn.” I stared at him, the warmth of his touch grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt in years.

“How?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re doing it already,” Beau said softly, his eyes steady on mine.

For a moment, the air between us shifted. The tension that had been simmering for weeks boiled over. My eyes drifted to his lips, and before I could think twice, I leaned in, crashing into him with all the pent-up emotions I’d been trying to ignore. His lips were warm, familiar, and for a second, he let me. He kissed me back, and it felt like the world was slipping away.

But just as quickly, he pulled back, his hands on my shoulders, gently but firmly pushing me away. His eyes were conflicted, full of emotions he wasn’t ready to act on. “Bad idea,” he muttered, standing up and running a hand through his hair.

I sat there, my heart racing, feeling the sting of rejection, but also knowing he was right. This was too messy. There was too much between us now.

Beau walked toward his bedroom, not looking back. “Goodnight,” he said, his voice low and strained.

I watched him disappear down the hall, my mind spinning. I wasn’t sure what I expected when I kissed him, but this—this felt like a deeper kind of hurt. One that came with the weight of everything we’d been through, and everything we hadn’t said.

I sat there for a long time after, the house quiet, the warmth of his touch lingering on my skin.

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kalmiaphlox · 4 months ago

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Snippet Sunday

thank you for the taggy @busy-baker

Hoping to post my first chapter from my arranged marriage AU, "Till Lies Break Our Hearts", tomorrow possibly.

Here's a little cut of Astarion hanging out with the in-laws.

They already have a table set up with multiple chairs, and Astarion takes a spot perpendicular to the brothers, who face each other. Mal is preparing to shuffle when Arkay’s hand shoots out, stopping him. “Whoa, let Astarion do that. You always shuffle in your favor.” Mal’s lips twist ruefully. “Only if you roll your sleeves up, you grabby little goblin. Could you shuffle for us, brother?” Taking the cards carefully to hide his bruised hand, Astarion performs a few swing cuts, shuffling once in luskan style, followed up by a riffle shuffle and finally bridges them together in his hands. He’ll give them some fair shuffles this time since he isn’t sure what side to take yet. “Shall I deal as well?” Both men’s jaws are hanging open and Astarion knows he made a mistake. He wasn’t thinking, just diving straight into shuffling with no regard for how it would make him look. The meek man he’s pretending to be would not do that. Though he’s surprised he could do it to begin with, the compulsions Cazador put down must be a little too broad.

tagging anyone who might like to post! @roguishcat, @spagyricqueen, @shewhowas39, @preciouslittlebhaalbae, @pinkberrytea

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#Snipper sunday #astarion #fanfic #baldur's gate 3

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minas-linkverse · 1 year ago

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Do you have any tips or tricks on how to start a comic like this? Or even just how you got started?? I've had my own au for years that I so badly wanna put out into the world but I've been struggling with finding a good way to start it!!!!

Hm!! Ok!! This is a tough question with many different answers even just from me. I'll do my best to answer tho!! 😮

The main bit of advice I want to give, and which I think is vital to anyone creating anything:

☆ Know yourself.

When looking up advice for creating, people love to tell you that by doing things a specific way is the best and only way to go. Often advice of this sort has solid points, you should plan ahead, you should have easy character designs, buut... You don't have to.

I do not work well with outlines or scripts. I dislike sketching. You'd think that'd make being a long form comic artist impossible for me, but nope.

I know theres things I cannot do, so I've put all my practise to what I can do. My lineart style allows me to almost skip sketching completely, my scripts are more of an A to B structure than law. I improv 90% of the time when making pages. It's kinda like dnd with myself.

I would absolutely not reccomend what I'm doing to others, but I know it works for me. People can tell me I'm doing it wrong but its either wrong or no comic at all, SO. Suck it. 👍

Er. Rambling now.

My point is, figure out what you can and cant do, and do your best to give yourself the ideal work enviorment and process.

☆ Deal with being overwhelmed

Making just a few panels and suddenly realising its gonna take years to get anywhere is SO demoralising. It's gonna happen and its gonna happen again, and again, and—

But continuing with the earlier advice, you gotta ask yourself what would help you. Are you willing to sacrifice quality? Do you just need a break? Maybe you're like me and like to include smth you love in every update so you'll have something to get excited about making.

That feeling of overwhelm is trying to tell you something, so figure out what that is so it wont end the project for you.

☆ Start it

You wont like what you make when starting. I've never heard of an artist who has.

I'm not saying start this instant, not everyone is as into improv and flailing around as me. But I will say you'll never feel ready. Figure out the minimun of what you need to start and do it. Show friends first if youre afraid to post.

Also where to start? Well sure there's lots of good advice online about that, but you can also just doodle random stuff until you feel like diving deeper. That's what LV started with, just Twi and Wild hanging out with animals and some headcanons. It may not be the most tightly written work but theres beauty in the humanity of a mess.

☆ Extras

A "failed project" or "forgotten WIP" is only a failure if you let yourself feel that way. Yea it can be a hauntingly strong feeling thats hard to deal with... But it can be beaten. WIPS are proof you tried and not everyone can say they have.

Lv is far from done and I have no intention of dropping it, but because the journey has been so nice I'd satisfied even if I had to call it here. Its smth that helps me with the overwhelm... What I've made is beautiful even now.

Comparing yourself to others is gonna rip your heart out. I love that theres other links meet aus out there and hope the best for those artists but I caNNot follow any of them or I'll crumble to dust.

So Uhm.

Basically. Have fun and be yourself. 👍

Ps. Readability is basically the most important thing for a comic artist to pay attention to, that and not destroying yourself with details and rendering. 🙌 Good luck out there!

#Ask #I love discussing stuff like that but it always ends up so rambly and long ahsjjdjr #I hope I said at least smth slightly concrete

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lonesome-witching · 10 months ago

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Truth or Dare

A wardrobe change as requested by @allnewtpir. I hope you enjoy yet another ronance prompt. More coming soon.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

“No, no, no. Nance, I’m not wearing that,” Robin complained, pointing at Nancy’s outfit. She would not be punished over Nancy picking dare in this stupid game.

“Oh, come on, Robin. Just play along. It’s only for a little bit.” Steve took a sip of his drink.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s not even your turn. Steve just has to think of something else,” Nancy said, a hand reaching out for Robin.

It was a little pathetic that that touch was enough for Robin to cave. “No, it’s fine. I’ll do it.” She was already crawling up to her feet. Maybe she should have another drink before pulling herself into Nancy’s clothes.

“Are you sure, Robs?” Nancy stood up too, much more gently than Robin had.

Robin nodded. She was staring. She shouldn’t be staring. Clothes swapping wasn’t that big of a deal. She had worn Nancy’s clothes before. Yes, it had been awful, but she had survived. Even if it had felt like she had been shocking the entire time.

“Alright, we should do this in the bathroom.” Nancy grabbed Robin’s arm, pulling her into the bathroom.

Robin felt her heartbeat pick up. She was pathetic. She was hopeless. She needed help. What had become of her?

Nancy was wearing a light blue blouse and black skirt. Or at least, she had been before she stripped to her underwear. Robin turned around quickly. Robin pulled her flannel and oversized shirt, she thought it might be Steve’s, off. She held out the shirt until Nancy took it off her hands.

“Here,” Nancy giggled, replacing the shirt with her own blouse. “I’m not entirely sure what Steve is going to get out of it.”

“Me neither, it seems more like he’s trying to torture me than you.” Robin pulled her pants off with the blouse still hanging open. She really should have put on a bra.

“Did you do anything to anger him?” Nancy asked, her voice trailing off at the end.

Robin turned her face, noticing the soft blush on Nancy’s cheeks as her eyes were glued to Robin’s bare legs. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay.” Nancy bit her lip.

Robin pulled the skirt on, quickly buttoning her blouse, Nancy’s blouse, the blouse. It scratched her skin a bit, but not as badly as the frilly pink thing did back in spring break. She could manage this.

When she turned around, fully dressed, she noticed Nancy still only half clothed. Still staring. Robin cleared her throat. Nancy looked at the textile in her hands.

“Should I leave?” Robin asked, her eyes glued to Nancy’s hands, her fingers toying with the fabric.

“No, just a second.” Nancy pulled the pants on.

“Don’t forget the flannel.” Robin reached down to hand it over.

“Of course not.” There was a smile on her face as she pulled on the flannel. Robin had to admit Nancy looked great. She should wear Robin’s clothes more often. This was not going to end well for Robin. If she had been staring before, she surely wouldn’t look away now.

Nancy hadn’t stopped staring ever since they had gotten changed. There was something about this specific outfit that glued Nancy’s eyes to the other girl. She wasn’t sure if she should thank Steve or kick him in the balls. Maybe both.

But Robin just looked so good in her clothes. Nancy wished she could take them off her. God, she was pathetic.

“Robin, truth or dare?”

“Truth?”

“Perfect,” Steve said with a smile and Robin’s face betrayed her worry. “What do you think of Nancy wearing your clothes?”

“I think she looks great. She always looks great of course. But the clothes suit her. It’s different from what she usually wears, of course. They’re my clothes. But they look great on her too. Probably look better on her than on me,” Robin rambled, not once looking over at Nancy.

“What about you, Nancy?”

“It’s not my turn.”

“True, just thought you might want to share.”

“She looks great. She always does,” Nancy admitted, not looking away from Robin. Steve seemed content with the answer. There was a smile on his face that was too cocky to be good. If Nancy didn’t know any better, she’d thought he was up to something.

Steve was up to something. Robin would get her revenge. But first she had to survive this night. One she’d be spending alone with Nancy, in the same bed. She wasn’t sure how she’d survive this.

“Which side of the bed do you prefer?” Nancy asked, toying with the edge of Robin’s shirt that she was still wearing.

“I don’t care. Either is good.”

“Alright, I’ll take left?” Nancy took off the flannel.

“Sure.”

Robin would be fine. Robin would be fine. Robin was not fine. Nancy was undressing right in front of her and Robin was going to die. She grabbed her own shirt off the floor after Nancy dropped it and rushed out of the room.

When she returned Nancy was laying in bed, covered by the sheets. Robin joined her, only wearing her own shirt and her underwear.

“Goodnight, Nance,” Robin said, turning her back to the other girl.

“Goodnight, Robin,” Nancy replied, throwing her arm over Robin’s waist.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ficlet

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maseyfilms · 2 years ago

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request for mason or trent where they’re your boyfriend and you have a new guy friend from uni you’ve been hanging out with more and they get jealous but try to hide it until they blow up one day

POUTY LIPS AND NOSE KISSES

M.M.19

summary. mason it's mad you're hanging out with a friend from uni, but he deals with it in a very childish way

pairing. boyfriend!mason x girlfriend!reader

w.count. 698

warnings. pure fluff; kinda short

a/n. this took a whole different way from what i wanted it to be and i'm not sure it was exactly what you asked for, but i hope you enjoy it <3

Mason had been noticing that you've been spending more time with a new guy friend from university, and it made him feel uneasy.

Some weeks before, you came home from college, saying that you had met a really nice guy in your last class and that he invited you to have some coffee with him, and that was the reason you came home a little later.

He knew you wouldn't lie to him, but he also knew you were innocent and some times you didn't notice when guys were hitting on you.

When you texted him one day that you would go to dinner with some friends after college, he simply shrugged it off, until he saw his name on the screen. He tried not to let his jealousy show, but it was bubbling up inside of him.

Mason loves you and trusts you, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something more going on. And although he tried to bring it up, you reassured him that you were just friends, and he had nothing to worry about.

He tried to suppress his jealous feelings, hoping they would go away, but they only got worse. One day, when he saw you smiling to your phone, he knew you were texting your "friend".

He tried to bring your attention to him, kissing your jaw, pulling you closer to his lap, but it almost felt like you were avoiding him or something. It reached a point where he found himself snapping at you in a fit of rage and jealousy.

"Why do you always have to hang out with him? Are you not interested in me anymore?" he said, his voice rising, getting up from the sofa and walking towards the kitchen.

You were taken aback by his outburst, but you couldn't help but find it a bit funny.

You change your gaze up from the device, frowning when you looked at his pouty lips.

"No, he's just a friend," you shrugged it off and shifted in your place in the sofa, having your body completely directed to the back of the sofa, looking at your boyfriend's sulking face. "what's wrong?"

"I don't know, maybe you're never home and we never hang out together anymore, because you're always with your friend Luke" His eyes roll back as he says the guys name, and your concern is brushed off with a smirk noticing your boyfriend childness.

You get up from your sitting position, making your way towards the kitchen. "Aww someone's getting jealous" You said, pouting mockingly.

"Shut up" He groaned, walking past you to the other side of the room, bringing out a chuckle from your lips as you swayed over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back. "I'm not jealous, I just know you too well to know you don't realise when other guys are flirting with you"

He mumbled, and you smiled against his naked skin. "you're the cutest person ever, you know that?" You chuckled and got on your tiptoes to leave a soft peck on his cheek, turning him around and looking in those beautiful brown eyes you've grown to love. "i'm pretty sure Luke's not interested in me, in fact I was texting him to find out how his date with my friend Amelie went, since he was really excited about it"

With that he realized he had gone too far and sighed, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that."

"I know, it's fine though," You said, diving into his unfairly good looking face, and leaning to place your lips on his own, a gentle kiss to which he smiled as soon he felt your lips glued to his, hands travelling along your body, founding its place on your waist.

You two stood in silence for a few moments, until you spoke up.

"I love you. You know that, right?"

He smiled at you, his heart swelling with love as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"I love you too," he said, kissing the whole way up from your jaw to your nose, leaving a small peck on the tip.

#thats so short aaaah #football fanfic #football fanfiction #mason mount request #mason mount fanfic #mason mount blurb #mason mount fluff #mason mount #maseyfilms works

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justmeinadaze · 2 years ago

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Saying Sorry Part 2 (Steve X You)

Warning: Angst because I live and breathe it to survive. Smut of course <3 These two still bicker but not as aggressively as the last chapter. There's some deep diving into Steves need to impress his papa so trauma for little Steve. His dad is a dick (of course) and does pop him. Reader steps in. Cameo from Andrew again and Steve throughly beating his ass. Um, the rumors are mentioned again about the reader being a slut (which she isn't). I think that all.

Word Count: 4009

“Oh my god. I’m so excited to see this movie. Aren’t you?!”, Steve glanced at you and noticed your head was hanging. “Y/N? Are you okay? We…we can watch something else if you want.”

“No, no Steve. I want to see it to. I just…” You pouted as you leaned against the wall outside the theater door.

“Hey. You can tell me anything. You know that right?”

Your eyes meet his soft brown ones as you exhale a long sigh. “I feel bad that you had to pay for my ticket.”

“Y/N, honey.” You giggle when he calls you that. He’s never said it before and you can’t help but blush. “I seriously don’t mind. I like hanging out with you and I know things are a little hard for you right now. It’s fine.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m using you or something.”

Steve leans down wrapping his small arms around you. “Even if you were, I wouldn’t care. You’re my best friend. You can use me for anything.” You lightly punch his chest when he coyly wiggles his eyebrows.

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When you woke up the next morning, Steve was already gone.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck did I do? What if tells people? What if he makes the rumors about me worse? What do I even say to him? DO I say anything? Fuck!

That day you wondered the halls like a ghost, hoping to remain invisible. You were completely lost in your brain trying to figure out what yesterday meant if it meant anything at all. You were still so angry with Steve for everything that had happened in your past but you did miss him. He always seemed to hate you now but he followed you around the party and came over the next day to make sure you ok. Steve fucked you like how you imagined he had with every other girl in Hawkins but when you asked him to stay…he did. No sarcasm, no King Steve bullshit… He encircled you in his arms and held you to him like no one or nothing else in the world mattered.

“Fuck! Shit. I’m sorry!” While dealing with your mental crisis, you had accidently run into someone knocking you back slightly. Your breathing stopped when you realized whose hands were trying to steady you.

“Hey, um, no it’s ok.”, Steve immediately dropped his arms to his sides. “Are, uh, are you—”

“Come on, Harrington! Let’s kick some shirtless ass.” Tommy sauntered to his friend, patting him on the back before realizing you were there. “Hey Y/N! How’s my new best friend doing?” He reached out to grab your chin and you angrily slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m alright with not. I heard from Andrew you two did enough touching the other night. That’s why Stevie here had to kick you both out of his party.”

Steve’s head aggressively turned towards his friend. Was that the rumor going around? There were people in the room when he threw the boy off you. How could they twist the truth so much and have people believe it? When he turned back to you, your eyes were full of fire.

You scoff as you push them both out of the way and head into the gym.

“Y/N! Y/N, wait.” You heard him trying to get your attention but chose to ignore him as you climbed the bleachers and took a seat, throwing your bag to the side. “Y/N, I…I seriously had no idea he was saying things like that.”

“Who cares? Definitely not you if you aren’t going to tell douchebags like Tommy the truth. Go ahead, may as well put a spin on your own rumor.”

His eyes narrowed as he glared at you. “I would never do that.”

“Lucky me then, huh? It’s ok for you to encourage them but at least you don’t spread them. No, King Steve is a gentleman.”

“Harrington! Can we get fucking started or not?”, the P.E. teacher shouted across the court. He sighed, angerly twisting away from you and heading for his team.

You tried to focus on your notes for your next class but your eyes kept wondering to the men in front of you. Steve was obviously upset as he played and you couldn’t help but feel slightly concerned for him. You had seen that frustrated look in his demeanor many times in the past. Usually when he felt like things were out of his control.

“Steven! Come down here now!”, his dad roared from downstairs.

Twelve-year-old Steve looked over at you as worry flickered across his face for a moment before he smiled. “I’ll be right back, ok?” You nodded before he slid off his bed and exited his room.

His dad voice practically shook the house as he screamed at his son. Carefully, you opened the door and walked down the hallway, leaning over the banister. The boy hung his head as his father paced back and forth.

“What am I going to do with you?! How am I supposed to trust you now?”

“Dad, I swear I didn’t—”

“Don’t give me that excuse again! Whose beer was it then?! You were the only one here yesterday unless you had that girl with you—”

“But I wasn’t here yesterday either! I was with Y/N and her family—”

His father reached out and smacked Steve across the face. “Stop talking back to me! I am your father and I demand respect!”

You didn’t even think twice about your actions as you flew down the stairs and put yourself between them. “No! Leave him alone! He was with me yesterday.”

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room before his dad pointed his long index finger past you towards his son. “We’ll talk about this more later.” With that, he turned on his heels and stomped towards his office.

Steve roughly grabbed your wrist and tugged you back upstairs. “I said I’d be right back! Why did you do that?! I can handle him!”

“He hurt you…”

“And I can handle it!” He placed his small hands on his hips as he glared at the floor. Suddenly, he slowly felt your arms wrap around his waist.

You softly smiled in his chest as his body gradually released the tension before hugging you tighter to him.

“Steve! Focus! Come on, man.”, one of his teammates hollered at him.

“Andrew! Switch with Tyson.”, the coach instructed and you immediately sat up straighter. You didn’t even notice Andrew was in the gym. He wickedly smiled at Steve as he took off his shirt and threw it to the side.

Steve bounced the ball in front of him before shoving his shoulder against the man’s chest and running around him to make a basket. One of the other players collected it and tossed the ball to Andrew who mockingly bounced it in front of Steve.

“So, Harrington, have you heard any good rumors lately?” He tried to run around him but Steve slid his arm underneath him and took the ball from his grasp. “All that Mr. Chivalry bullshit just for the outcome to be the same.” He laughed as he tried to block him but Steve swished around him, making another basket.

“There we go, Harrington! Good job!”, the coach clapped as someone passed Andrew the ball again.

The boy’s eyes flicked towards you before glaring at Steve. “Should have just let me fuck her. At least her and I both would have gotten something out of it.”

Steve charged at Andrew’s stomach, tackling the boy to the ground as they began delivering blows.

“Harrington!” Tommy and some of the other kids managed to pull them both apart. “Walk it off, man!”

You found him a couple of minutes later, leaning against the wall outside with his hand pressed against his nose. The sound of your sneakers crunching on the ground caused him to snap his head in your direction.

“What?! You come out here to yell at me about defending you or something?! Jesus fucking Christ!” He stood up and angrily began to stalk past you but before he could you wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his chest. You felt the tension in his body slowly deflate as his hands reached up to hold you closer to him.

#################

“Ow!”

“Oh, don’t be a baby.”, you roll your eyes as you press the tissue towards his bloody nose. You both were sitting on bench near the gym in the hallway outside of the girl’s locker room. A smile twitches for a moment on his lips as he watches your eyes focus on his face.

“I’m sorry…that I, uh, didn’t correct Tommy. I should have. I will! I promise.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate that.” You tossed the bloody tissue in the trashcan beside you before placing both palms on his cheeks to check his features. “Well, sire, you shouldn’t have any bruising but your face is probably going to be a little sore.”

As you start to drop your hands, he immediately raised his own keeping yours pressed against him. You sighed, reaching your thumb out to caress his bottom lip.

“What about you?”, he asked.

“What ABOUT me?”

“Are you sore?” Steve’s brown eyes fell to your mouth as you smiled, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. The sight made him chuckle but not in a mocking sort of way. It sounded like the way he used to laugh when you would watch scary movies together and you would shriek before hiding in his side. Or when you would tell him the stupidest joke he had ever heard but you were so ecstatic to tell him that he was more amused by your own reaction than the joke itself.

“Steve—” The sound of the bell cut you off as you dropped your hands from his face, quickly grabbed your bag, and he lost you in a sea of students.

He thought about you for the rest of the day, searching for your face in every classroom he passed. In the hallways, his eyes would swivel towards your locker but you were never there when he was.

“What’s wrong with you, dude?” Tommy threw a balled-up piece of paper in Steve’s direction. “You’re lucky Coach didn’t pull you from the game tonight.”

“Eh, would have been worth it to punch Andrew in the face.”

“Come on, Harrington. Asshole talks trash all the time—”

“I know but this is different.”

“How?”

“Because he didn’t have sex with Y/N. I kicked him out because he was being aggressive with her.”

“Ok, now I’m even more confused. Who cares about some slut and her reputation? Like this will make up for the hundreds of other guys she’s been with.” Steve glared at Tommy as he rose to his feet.

“Because she’s not a slut! God, how did those rumors get fucking started anyway?!” He slams his fist into the lockers behind him as he ran off towards the boy’s locker room. Unbeknown to him, you were leaning against the wall down the adjacent hallway listening to him defend you. It didn’t make up for everything you had been through these past two years but it was definitely a start.

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You snuck in just as the game was about to start, finding a spot in the back corner against the wall. Steve panted from the pregame practice, scanning the crowd till his eyes found yours. He grinned at you and you returned it with a small awkward wave. As he continued to look around, you noticed his smile faulter and followed his gaze to find his parents coming into the gym.

Your heart broke as you watched that termination ignite in his eyes that always came along when he felt the need to impress his dad.

“Steve! You did so good!”, you jumped up and down as you gave him hug, not caring that he had just gotten out of pool.

“I came in third, Y/N.”

“And? That’s amazing. Out ten kids, you placed third. Be proud of yourself.”

He smiles as he playfully pushes your shoulder. “Thanks for comin’, honey.”

You beam up at him but both your happiness’s are short lived when his dad saunters over and ruffles his soggy hair. “Ah! Maybe you’ll do better next time, son.”

Steve struggled through the entire first half of game. The other team kept swiping the ball out of his grasp or whipping around him when he tried to block them. The buzzer rang signaling half time and the cheerleaders swarmed the court to do their routine. You tiptoed down the bleachers and towards the locker rooms where you heard the coach screaming especially at him.

“NOW GET IT TOGETHER, SON! Or I swear to God, I will cut you from this team so fast—”

The door swung open and his sweaty figure came into frame as he locked his fingers over his forehead. Abruptly his foot shot out and kicked the lockers across from him as he let out a grunt of frustration.

“Well, that’s dramatic.” He jumped as he turned to look at you.

“I can’t deal with you right now, okay?!”

“I’m not here to make you feel bad or anything like that, Steve. I just… you’ve always let him get under you skin. You’re better than this. I’ve seen you play.”

“Yeah, and the fuck would you know about it, hm? Your parents don’t give a fuck about your future and what you do with it.”

“Neither do yours! If they did, they would realize how talented you are and actually be there for you instead of running away to whatever bullshit excuse your dad gives you.” As you turn to leave, you pause to face him again. “And my parents do care, not just about me but you to even though you tossed me aside to impress people who are exactly like him.”

His sneakers squeak as he jogs over to you and blocks you from leaving as he leans down to hug you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I’m just—”

“I know. Don’t worry about it.” You can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you go. “Um, Steve? You’re really sweaty.”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry.”

“You got this, ok?”

“Y/N? Um, not that I mind but why are you being so nice to me? After everything I’ve done.”

“Calm down, Harrington.”, you giggle. “I’m not saying I want to go steady or anything.” You shrug as your eyes meet his. “Maybe because I’m finally seeing little glimpses of the boy who used to be my best friend.”

He smiles as he watches you head back towards the gym.

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The second half of the game, Steve made up for his missteps helping his team get ahead of the other. Hawkins won with a substantial lead and he was noted as making the most points that night.

You waited for everyone to leave the area lingering behind to allow all the students time to get to their cars and leave. To your dismay, his parents did the same thing.

“Steven! Not your best, I must say.” Steve’s eyes fell as his dad patted him on the back. His mother grinned at him as she brushed a piece of his damp hair away from his face. “This is your junior year, son. You know you have to step it up!”

“I think he did pretty well.” All three Harrington’s turned to look at you as your shoes obnoxiously banged against the wooden bleachers. “Especially during that second half.”

“Excuse me, miss. Thank you for your opinion but this is between me and my son here.”

“Oh, not a problem. I just know if I was his dad and I would be damn proud to have him as my son.” You smile in their direction before heading to your car. Thankfully everyone had left so no one would be there to harass you about what you were even doing there. As you started unlocking your car door, you noticed Steve’s parents walk towards their BMW without him.

You sighed as you watched them drive off before you felt a hand grab your arm and turn you around. Lips meet yours, startling you before you realized you recognized the taste. Steve blindly reached behind you for the door handle and you moved to the side to help as his palm held the small of your back, guiding you into the backseat.

His fingers fumbled with the button on you jeans as he finally undid them and tugged them down your legs. You smiled as you pushed him back with your palm into a sitting position and wrapped your legs around his waist. Steve grinded his hips against your center making you moan as his hand clung to the back of your neck, keeping your lips firmly pressed to his own.

You reached down, pulling lightly at the waistband of his shorts and he grinned into your kisses as he lifted his hips to pull them down, releasing his cock from its confinement. Your lust blown eyes watched as he spit in his hand and stroked it along his cock before reaching between your legs to move your underwear to the side.

Lifting your own hips, you hovered over his tip before gradually allowing him to invade your entrance. You both let out a groan of approval but something in yours caused him to open his eyes and watch your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed together as you rolled your hips, slowly allow your body to take him inch by inch.

The first time he fucked you, he didn’t give you any time to adjust as he took from you what he wanted and you allowed it. A different type of passion was in charge that evening. What was controlling him now wanted you to enjoy him as much as he was enjoying you.

Steve’s palms reached out to cup your cheeks, bringing your forehead to his own.

“Such a good girl, baby. You’re doing so well. There’s no rush, okay? Go as slow as you need to.” You whimpered at his praises, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. As your hips fully connect with his own and he bottomed out inside of you, he growled, running his tongue along the side of your neck.

“You taste so fucking good, honey. Fuck…”

Steve calling you honey triggered something inside of you; memories you tried to keep locked in the back of your mind. Memories of him playfully teasing you as you giggled during sleepovers. You two walking to the diner near your house to share a meal before going to the cinema in town. Him comforting you when the kids he now called friends made fun of you.

He was too lost in you to notice the images that flashed through your eyes. Your head fell into the nook between his shoulder and neck as you grinded and bounced on top of him. His fingers tangled in your hair as he clung to the back of your head, meeting each smack of your hips with a thrust of his own.

Your arms clasped around his neck and he did the same against your back, pressing you tightly to him as he pumped into as hard as he could.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Please, baby. I’ll cum with you.”

Your eyes rolled back as you panted into his skin, nails digging into him as your body trembled and you came. Steve grunted at the feeling as your pussy clung to him before lifting you off his cock, pumping himself rapidly until ropes of his seed hit his thigh.

His head fell back against your seats, closing his eyes as he listened to the sound of you reaching forward into your glovebox to grab a napkin and clean him off. As Steve pulled up his shorts, he heard your breathing get heavier causing his eyes to flutter open and turn towards you.

You had curled your body on the opposite side of the backseat, your eyes glassy with tears you tried to hold back.

“Y/N? Are you ok? I…I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Steve, what are we doing? What is this?”, you gesture between the two of you. “I mean…even when we were friends you were never attracted to me—”

“Who says?”, he interrupted. “Who says I didn’t find you attractive? We were kids so I wouldn’t say ‘attracted’ but I always thought you were beautiful.”

“Oh, ok, Harrington. Let’s play that card. We were kids but we went on double dates together. I watched you make out with a ton of girls and I know Carlie Jameson sucked your dick freshman year. Why did you gravitate towards them instead of making a move towards me?”

“Ok, again, you keep throwing things like that in my face when you did the exact same things! YOU made out and grinded on most of the dates you brought with you even though you claimed to not really be into them. If we’re going by YOUR definition of attraction then in that case you weren’t into me either.”

“What the fuck do you mean by MY definition?”

“You’re implying that sex equals attraction and it doesn’t.”

“Oooo listen to you using big words.” Steve rolls his eyes before turning to glare out the car window. “I…I was attracted to you. You were unbearably kind to everyone but yourself. You were adorably goofy. That summer you taught me to swim, every time you jumped in you would make this silly face or quote a movie.” He smiles at the sound of your giggle. “And I guess you were cute with your stupid fucking hair and beautiful grin.”

“Hey, hey now. That’s below the belt…insulting my hair.”

Steve turns back to face you and you both genuinely laugh for the first time since you two had been close.

“You just always seemed to like the ‘pretty’ girls; long blond hair, big tits, and IQs that max out at room temperature. I just… I didn’t want to lose you by asking if you wanted to try taking our relationship further especially since, to me, there was a high chance of you saying no since I’m not like them.” You sighed as your eyes met his. “I guess it doesn’t matter. It happened anyway… you chose them over me.”

Steve looked away from you in shame. “You’re right. I’m a fucking asshole.

You reach out with your fingers and grip his chin, turning him to face you again. “Steve, what is this. What are we doing here?”, you repeat your earlier questions.

He sees you pleading with your eyes, begging for him to be the guy he used to be. The guy who took you to the movies holding your hand during every scary or action filled scene. The man who sat with you in the library, willingly letting you see how stupid he felt when it came to subjects you seemed to easily understand. The guy who brought you presents during any holiday just to see you smile, whether it was something small like a rose he stole from his house or book he saw you browsing when he went with you into town.

The boy who called you honey and sweetheart while you cried over the phone over something another kid said or to calm your worries when his dad would scream at him and he would run to your house to spend the night. The guy who fell for you the moment he met you.

“I can’t… I can’t be what you need me to be, Y/N.”

You nod your head in understanding as you release him from your grasp. “I understand.” Your eyes fell to the floor, unable to watch him as he exited your car and headed for his own.

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