#I keep offering to go on walks to drive places to walk buddy but so far they havent wanted anything

[freebooter4ever]

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[svtswhorehouse]

GYM CRUSH! JIHOON — nsfw

gym crush! jihoon who you discover only ever works out in the a.m after restless nights of tossing and turning in bed and deciding to go to the gym instead.

gym crush! jihoon who you have your eye on as soon as you walk in, wondering who the hell he is and why is he the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

gym crush! jihoon who keeps to himself and constantly has his headphones in.

gym crush! jihoon who you end up risking your sleep schedule for just to go ogle at him in the late hours of the night.

gym crush! jihoon who realizes that you’re constantly checking him out, but never calls you out on it.

gym crush! jihoon who just WON'T look at you and it's driving you so crazy that at one point you considered that maybe he shoots for the other team.

gym crush! jihoon who FINALLY gives you attention after he notices that you were struggling to change out weights on a machine and offers to do it for you.

gym crush! jihoon who asks if you need someone to spot you which you graciously take up because who are you to decline the very man you've had your eye set on for weeks.

gym crush! jihoon who rests his hand on your lower back and stands behind you, giving you advice with a voice of authority while you do your sets.

gym crush! jihoon who you go home and fantasize about later that night as your hand slowly creeps down your pants.

gym crush! jihoon who slowly becomes your gym buddy, seeing as you're the only person he for some reason does not mind interrupting his workouts. (plus he thinks you're really helpful when it comes to pushups because he always asks you to sit on his back.)

gym crush! jihoon who enjoys spotting you when you do squats the most !!!! (you're oblivious and think he's really just trying to help, but no. he just wants an excuse to look at your ass.)

gym crush! jihoon who texts you one random night at two in the morning asking if you want to meet him at the gym. (the answer is obviously yes.)

gym crush! jihoon who shows up not long after you do and realizes that the only people there are you and him. (+the workers that are somewhere off doing whatever, but who cares about them anyways.)

gym crush! jihoon who notices your workout attire right off the bat — a low-cut sports bra that accentuates your tits and spandex shorts that make your ass pop.

gym crush! jihoon who says that he'll spot you first and is quick to say squats when you ask him what you should start with.

gym crush! jihoon who's eyes never leave your ass while you're doing your sets and this time he's not so slick about it because you can see him in the mirror.

gym crush! jihoon who KNOWS you can see him, but has no shame about it as he licks his lips and sometimes meets your eyes in the reflection.

gym crush! jihoon who at the end of both of your workouts looks so irresistible after that you can't help but crash your lips against his, hungry and eager to have a taste.

gym crush! jihoon who was glad that you were thinking the same exact thing as him and kisses back almost instantly, placing his hand on your cheek.

gym crush! jihoon who you can't help but resist the urge to lick his abs when he pulls his shirt off.

gym crush! jihoon who doesn't even bother removing your sports bra and instead pulls it down so your tits pop out and he can hold you close to litter them in hickeys.

gym crush! jihoon who keeps your underwear as a souvenir after he’s done with you and you have no other choice but to leave with a wet patch on your shorts as his cum drips out of you.

gym crush! jihoon who bends you over the nearest piece of gym equipment to take you from behind.

gym crush! jihoon who puts you in a headlock and you can’t help but moan in pleasure at the feeling of his big beefy arms wrapped firmly around your neck (ughhhhh i want.)

gym crush! jihoon who mutters the FILTHIEST words of degradation in your ear, telling you how pathetic you are for letting him fuck you out in the open and how you were probably planning this all along.

gym crush! jihoon who admires the way your arousal drips from your cunt and onto the leather of the gym equipment.

gym crush! jihoon who stuffs his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on when you get a lil too loud.

gym crush! jihoon who you get in the routine of fucking every single time to end your workouts now.

gym crush! jihoon who one day decided to spice things up and make you do your sets while a vibrator is inside of you (turns out it wasn’t a good idea when you almost dropped the weight on his foot 😭)

gym crush! jihoon who gets bored of his workouts one day and decides to see how much stamina he has instead (man can go for ROUNDS, but u can’t :’) you would definitely get overstimulated.

gym crush! jihoon who eventually asks you out for a proper date after months of just working out and fucking.

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Eleven - Mwuah

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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"Mr Ricciardo," said Milo as he tugged on the bottom of Daniels shorts, trying to get his attention. "Mr Ricciardooooo!"

Daniel hadn't stopped staring at Milos Momma. She was dressed in his AlphaTauri shirt again, speaking animatedly with Laurent Mekies. He wore heart eyes, whether he realised it or not.

Again, Milo tugged on his shorts, gaining his attention. "What can I do for you, Milo?" He asked as he crouched down, meeting his height.

Milo looked behind him, looking at his car. "Can I drive it?" He asked, somewhat timidly.

Daniel didn't laugh at him. He wore a kind smile as he stood up straight and held his hand. "You can't drive it, buddy. But, if your Momma says it's okay, I might be able to let you sit in it?" He proposed.

Immediately Daniel began tugging him towards his mother, calling for her. But Y/N was in conversation. Unless something bad was happening, she wasn't turning around. "I think somebody wants you," said Laurent as he let her turn around.

Y/N sent him an apologetic smile and turned around. There Milo was, holding Daniels hand. She looked around for Olivia, who was sitting in the corner, on her iPad. "What do you boys want?" She asked, her voice teasing.

"Momma, can I sat in Mr Ricciardos car?" Milo asked quickly.

"Did Mr Ricciardo say its okay?" She asked, looking up at Daniel through her eyelashes.

It wasn't supposed to be sexy, Daniel knew that. But seeing her dressed in his AlphaTauri shirt, looking up at him like that, he couldn't help it. She was so damn pretty, so damn alluring.

"It's fine with me," he said, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Then it's fine by me."

She watched as Milo dragged Daniel back over to his car. Daniel picked him up and lowered him into the Formula One car. Immediately Milo reached for the steering wheel, which wasn't there. His mother pulled out her phone as she snapped pictures of him pretending to drive. He moved his arms and hands like he was steering and moved his feet like he was pushing pedals. Daniel leaned against the halo, telling Milo where to turn. He didn't use left and right to direct him, instead telling him to drive towards his Momma, towards Olivia, keep going straight - push! Push! Push!

Y/N looked away from her son and Daniel. She loved it, loved how he was with him. But her eyes locked onto Olivia, who was no longer playing on her iPad. The iPad was in her lap as she glared at Milo and her father.

She pocketed her phone and walked around the car, walking over to Olivia. "Hey," she said as she sat beside her. "Whatcha doing?"

But Olivia was still glaring. Y/N gently nudged her shoulder. "You know, if you asked your daddy if you could have the next go, I'm sure he'd say yes," she said.

Olivia set out a sigh as she let her gaze fall to the floor, visibly upset. "Oh Livvy, what's the matter?" She asked as she grabbed a hold of the iPad, stopping it from sliding to the floor.

"Daddy looks like Milo's daddy," she said quietly.

"Oh, Livvy," Y/N said sympathetically. Somehow she understood what Olivia was saying. That they, Daniel, Milo and Y/N, looked like one happy family, one she wasn't a part of.

Standing from her chair, Y/N offered Olivia her hand. She took it and, together, the girls walked over to the car. Olivia squeezed her hand and looked up at her as they walked. When they got to the car, Y/N scooped Olivia up and placed her on her hip. "Daniel, somebody has something they wanna ask you," she said, turning Olivia towards her father.

Daniel looked away from Milo. "What is it, Badger?" He asked softly as he took Olivia from Y/N.

While they walked, Y/N lifted Milo out of the car. "Come here, munchkin," she said and stepped away, letting Daniel and Olivia have their moment. Before she knew it Olivia was sat in the car, pretending to drive it just the way Milo was.

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The AlphaTauri car was doing exceptionally well, considering it was an AlphaTauri car. At first Daniel was just fighting for points, but now he was fighting for the podium. "Go, daddy, go!" Olivia shouted as she watched, squeezing Y/N's hand.

Somebody's car had stopped working and two had crashed into each other, taking each other out of the race. That left just seventeen cars in the race.

This was going to be Daniels highest points finish since he was put back into the AlphaTauri car. Olivia couldn't wait to see him on the podium again.

But Daniel wasn't on the podium, not this time. He couldn't get in front of the Ferrari car that took third, leaving him finishing p4.

He was still happy though. As soon as he could he was pulling his helmet off and running over to Olivia. He didn't care how sweaty he was as he pulled her into his arms. "Yay, daddy!" She cried, wrapping her arms around her neck.

"Mr Ricciardo!" Daniel shouted as he attached himself to his leg.

But Daniel put both of the kids down. They stepped back, watching with wide, curious eyes as Daniel walked towards Y/N. His gloved hands reached towards her, settling on her waist and pulling her close.

"Congratulations, Danny," she whispered and reached up to kiss his cheek.

But that wasn't good enough for Daniel. He tightened his hold on her and leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back.

There were probably cameras on them, Daniel realised. They were in the middle of the AlphaTauri garage, the moment not very private. But he didn't care. The whole world might've been watching, but he didn't care.

Milo and Olivia watched. This wasn't meant to happen. Their parent's weren't meant to start... kissing. "Daddy, stop it!" Olivia called, but Daniel didn't hear it.

He pulled away from Y/N and rested his forehead against her own. But neither of them could say anything, not before Milo began calling for his momma.

"What is it, Munchkin?" She asked, turning away from Daniel.

Milo scrambled around for an excuse. "I... need to go to the bathroom, momma," he said, reaching for her hand. Y/N shot Daniel an apologetic look and took Milo off to the bathroom.

As she did, Daniel grabbed a hold of Olivia. "Come on," he said softly and walked her to his drivers room. Olivia sat on the white sofa as Daniel stepped out of his racing suit. She kicked her legs, playing on her iPad as her father got changed.

"Daddy," Olivia said slowly as Daniel put his hat back onto his head. "Is Miss L/N gonna be my new momma?" She asked innocently, looking away from her iPad.

Daniel took the iPad from her and placed it into his bag. "Badger," he began as he picked her up and placed her on his hip. "Badger no. She's not gonna be your new momma."

"Then why were you kissing her?"

It was delicate, something Daniel didn't know how to explain to Olivia. "Look, Livvy. I like Milo's momma, but things take time, okay. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell your mum just yet."

"So, it's a secret?"

"Yeah, jelly bean. A secret I'll tell your mum when everybody's ready, okay? Think you can keep that secret for me?"

Olivia pouted and laid her head against Daniels shoulder. "Okay Daddy," she said as he carried her out of the drivers room.

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1.4k / 17 / gym buddy Gaz, part 5 (takes place immediately after doing push-ups with Gaz and distracting Gaz as he's counting reps and teasing your gym buddy Gaz a little too much and Gaz eating you out in the showers)

nsfw ⬇

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Gaz doesn't push into you right away. He grinds once, twice, against the hot entrance you offer him, enjoying the way your nails catch on the tile floor. Your inner walls tense and release in waves. His ego swells.

He's been waiting for this moment for a long time. He eases the tip of his cock in, tantalizingly slow. "Last chance. You still want me to wait?"

You groan brokenly. "Just fucking put it in, Kyle, please!"

"Oh, I'm fucking putting it--" He pitches his hips forward, pushing into your tight walls until he fills you completely. "--in. Fuck, I knew you'd be needy."

You gasp, your hands sliding against the wet tile again as you try to steady yourself. "Fuck!"

"That's right, love," he says, his voice so low you can feel it rumble through your body. "You're full of me, aren't you?"

"You're fucking thick," you say, your voice strained.

"You're fucking beautiful," he says, his voice heavy with lust. "You're fucking perfect."

His hips draw away from yours as he begins to slide out of you. Then back in. Every inch of him, every ridge and vein, stretches you wide. You slide your legs apart further to accommodate him. You're hot and slick around him, gripping him tight. Like you've needed him inside you as long as he's been imagining it.

"Kyle--"

"Shhh," he warns you. He cups his hand around your neck and jaw and angles your head back, watching your eyes glaze in pleasure. You're so vulnerable in this moment.

You swallow, grinding back into him, desperate to match the rhythm of his hips thumping against yours.

Your legs tremble. He pulls your body more flush with his to keep you stable and supported as he sinks into you harder and faster. He can't get deep enough fast enough. He wants to consume you.

Your walls clench around him, and he lets out a harsh groan, gripping your hips and rolling them beneath his calloused hands to make sure you feel every part of him. Your cunt milks him so painfully good. The waiting, the teasing--all worth it. Just you and him, your body tense and tight and twisting beneath his.

Your needy sounds turn his breathing ragged. "That's it, baby. Keep that pretty voice quiet. My girl knows how to take it, doesn't she?"

Your answer comes as a muffled cry as you ride the crest of his next thrust.

"You did want to be under me."

“I told you—” You shudder in his grip. His words shouldn't make you feel so hot. He's a bastard, a pervert, and everything that drives you wild.

He picks up the pace. Harder, deeper, faster. He's going to make you come right here, right now, right in front of anyone who happens to walk in. And you're begging for it; you press your body back into him desperately. Shit. You're not coming back from this, are you?

Gaz smirks. You're gasping, panting a little too loudly. He loves how you so obviously want to moan as you take his cock, but he can’t let you do that yet. Not here.

He slows enough to tease, but not so slow you lose your edge.

"Getting so loud on my cock, love," he whispers. He thrusts again, hitting a spot inside you that makes you whimper. "You'd better not let anyone hear. Those sounds aren't for anyone but me."

His words draw a growl from your throat, and you arch your body sharply against his. "Just shut up and fuck me. I need more."

He laughs, adjusting his angle until you buck, your walls spasming with the sudden stimulation. "I thought so."

The dull patter of water spraying on tile muffles your sounds only slightly. Gaz loves the thought of you wanting to scream but holding back, knowing full well that he'll be well and truly fucking those sounds out of you next time. He looks forward to it--making everyone on base wonder what lucky bastard finally bent you over like this. But not yet. Right now, he’ll be satisfied with making your face flush, making you sweat, making tears of need collect in your eyes. He grips your hips harder, making sure you stay exactly where he wants you.

Your hushed sounds grow louder. Your orgasm is imminent.

He slows again. He drags you up and down his cock like a toy. "You don't get to come until you learn how to keep it down."

You collapse a little, elbows pitching forward, ear pressed against the cold tile floor. You stare out across the floor at the door, at the latch resting, but unseated, against the door frame. Your tits come to rest against the floor, your skin cold where it presses down on the tile but warm where the water pools against it.

He runs his hands up your sides, admiring you at this new angle. "Easy, baby. Feel too good?"

"Don't joke," you manage.

"Oh, I bloody promise this isn't a joke." His voice lowers. "This is petty revenge, if anything," he mutters, grabbing your hips to pull you back into him.

"I thought you'd be the romantic type,” you snark, but the barb doesn’t have much power right now, ass in the air and all.

His deep voice hums in your ear. "Yeah? I always knew you'd like it rough."

Gaz reaches down to touch your clit, mimicking the motion of his own cock as he fucks you slow. Soon he's slamming into you again. You groan his name. Oh, he likes that a lot. He's rougher than he needs to be, a little crueler just to squeeze it out of you again. But it's too much for you--the next moment, you're crying out and squirming beneath him again, incoherent. He pulls your jaw back again so you're looking at him.

"Who's doing this to you?" he demands. "Whose cock is filling you up right now?"

"Yours," you hiss, meeting his gaze. "Only yours."

That's almost enough to make him lose it. But he pushes on, fingers grinding against your clit with every thrust, driving you both closer.

"Say it again," he growls, his breathing shallow. "Tell me who you belong to."

His name leaves your throat like a prayer. He feels it in every nerve ending, feels his balls tighten and his thighs tense.

"That's right." He kisses your ear. "Now come."

Your orgasm shatters you wide open. You cry out, shaking as pleasure seizes you. Gaz watches your cunt convulse around him. Your hushed whimpers--his name spilling out from your mouth, begging him to make you his--it makes his breath stop.

He can't help himself anymore. He pulls out, vision going fuzzy as you cry out in protest. He slams back into you, rough and unforgiving, and you arch and writhe, utterly full. You're crying out over and over, the sound echoing off the walls.

He flattens his hand on your breastbone and pulls your back against his chest. He closes his hand over your mouth. Then he uses his grip on you as leverage to bounce your body back into him again and again, the rapid pounding and the sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoing just as loudly as your moans were.

He bites your shoulder, and instantly, you clamp around him again, squeezing him like the needy little minx he now knows you are. He lets out a long, drawn-out groan and finally comes, surrendering to your body.

You gasp into his hand. Your eyes slide closed as pleasurable shockwaves pulse through you. Oh, fuck. You did that to him. Made him come undone like that.

You catch your breath. Gaz’s arms don’t leave you—he just wraps you up tighter against his chest, his pounding heartbeat slowing against shoulder blades. Then he laughs softly into your hair. "Can you stand?"

He helps you up and gives both of you a brisk rinse-off under the shower head so you're both clean and presentable enough to walk through the halls again. You look a bit raw and swollen, but you always recover quickly. That's something he likes about you.

He smiles at your flushed, dazed gaze. He did that to you. He’s going to do it again, too.

“Do you think anyone heard that?” he asks, hiding a smirk in your hair.

You run your knuckle idly over his hard stomach. “Something tells me that wasn't exactly a private show,” you mutter.

“Are you still afraid of someone finding out?”

You shake your head, and he swells with wicked pride.

“Good,” he says. “I want people to know who you belong to.”

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part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / [part 5]

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[missmarveledsblog]

Odd one out ( logan howlett x reader)

summary : logan's adjusting to new life , new friends only thing he can't put his finger on is wade's friend Y/n , he knows she hiding something and he right but he is so wrong too

warnings : fluffy , goofy , no major deadpool and wolverine spoilers , violence , wade wilson , grumpy logan , grammatical errors (sorry in advance )

Adjusting  to a whole new world , universe where everything was the same but different .  Knowing someone and yet learning to know them all over again , like he was re familiarizing himself with ghosts from his past in one place and creating a new future in another. Adjusting to the one fucker who had him here in the first place was hard too , wade wilson was a strange one , hard to tell where the smart sarcastic ball of undiagnosed ADHD  started and ended . yet he had this wonderful and strange group of people around him , they all stuck out and fit in somehow , not that he would admit it out loud ever . (“ i knew it he loves me!” wade wink to the reader) .  but the dickward (“ harsh” the merc gasped.)  well he grew on him.  He wasn’t too bad not all the time those few seconds of silence truly when logan howlett  actually would consider him a friend then his mouth started it usually nonsensical rambles and well he changed his mind again . 

The friends he didn’t mind being around the lot they all had their own quirks , their own little nicknames or insults for wade and they all took logan in no matter what even when wade explain their whole adventure even the dark past that followed logan around even to this day . one friend he couldn’t get a read on , one for some reason stood out more than the others was Y/N  or as wade tended to call her princess sparkle maybe it had to do with the midnight black glitter case she had her laptop in . the other made sense in a way all either mutants or coming from some sort of background, but well Y/N was different . apparently, when she was a kid she used to drink her apple juice while sitting in the corner of the notorious sister margarets helping mercs of all kinds find their targets for a fee of course . Her bond with wade was helping him locate some chick or atleast logan was sure it was giving francis was the name but in that whole thing she was the one that helped wade find them all using that laptop ln the black sparkle case . Giving she was youngster of the group and just well ordinary no powers the others we’re protective but something about her well logan couldn’t put his finger on it and it was driving him nuts what was her secret .  

“ you know if you keep staring at her peanut well your going to give off a certain i got candy and white van sort of vibe” logan could feel wade once again too close giving the asshole breathe was in his ear . 

“ it’s not like that , she hiding something i mean she not so social , closed off a little and well she barely talks about herself” logan scoffed yet his eyes never once left her form . 

“ ok baby girl you probably know this phrase given you're so old you were there when they invented it but pot meet kettle”  the merc gestured between the two . “ he is butt nuts into her it’s so obvious right?” he looked to the reader . 

“ who are tal… nevermind i am not into her i don’t trust here plus she too young for me” he rationalized . 

“ she’s an old soul i mean not american civil war old but get what i’m throwing down” wade winked .

 “ hey i’m heading out i wanna grab books and coffee before the shop closes” she called rushing out before anyone could offer to walk with her. Logan didn’t even say anything just followed after.

“ he totally wants her right” wades looking at you reader. 

“ wade who you taking to?” 

“ the… nevermind hey did i ever tell you  about my future prince , king god of thunder buddy thor” he asked heading toward his friend . 

………

She hated it , lying to her friends not telling them she wasn’t as smart as they thought she was or how the sight of wades new roommate topless made her brain not function therefore caused her life to be now in danger. She been looking into her past , more so the men who had left her with no childhood nor a family resulting her sneaking into a seedy bar and helping hitmen and vigilantes find their targets .  she wanted to make sure they weren’t still doing it and when she began to see multiple account of money she could use to well give back to the world well she got herself caught. She wanted to tell wade but she didn’t want to bother him too much it wasn’t even a year after his whole TVA  incident and well saving the world so she decided she could handle it alone which that wasn’t the lie , she totally could it was just dealing with it in silence. Plus giving the said hot roommate hatred for her , she didn’t want to give that man any more ammo against her. It was a mystery to why he hated her so much , at first she thought maybe he knew a version of her in his universe that done him dirty but he was quite easily able to tell her she wasn’t anything thing to him , he didn’t know her there which was only good part of that place. Thankfully she grew up the way she did or else it would of hurt a lot more than it did , ok it still stung but she got used to it . she love their group like a family so instead of being interrogated or scared away by logan she avoided him kept her space from the man , ignore how he looked like he was going to rip her apart and not in the 50 shades of gray more like national geographic lions and a giselle sort of way . 

She was so lost in her thought she didn’t notice logan following her or the group of agent sprawled out ready to pounce. Scanning the shelves for the next read she felt the metal barrel pushing at her side . 

“Act natural or else” the voice smiled so she did she couldn’t cause a scene or react too many civilians and a lot of them were children.

She shrugged and let the man follow at her side as she stood at the counter pulling out the metal reusable cup . 

“ the regular you know three pumps of caramel” she winked . “ oh this is my cousin franny” she smiled as the man looked at her before smiling to the barista . 

“ oh free book today with each coffee so enjoy”  the barista smiled handing her the scalding cup but she bit her tongue and kept walking “ somebody call wade” she whispered back at the staff. 

Logan stood grinning , he  had his moment of being right seeing her all smiles with a clearly shady prick , he was about to confront her for his big gotcha moment only he stalled when he heard them as if they were saying it to him . 

“ in position we got her , subject will be brought back to containment “ that threw him off well that was til she walked out with the man throwing the coffee she had  in his face and a gun he didn’t notice before falling to the ground as she told the civilians to get somewhere safe. First time in his life or a decade he stood shocked at scene before him . agent clearly not the good guys with this octopus looking things on their tactical gear rushing towards her.  One man went to grab her only for him to fall to the ground convulsing and yet  logan couldn’t see the taser she clearly had to off used .  his jaw dropped as her skin began to glow almost a whitish blue all over her body and what looked like sparks floating around her. Not once did she looked scared or even phased  at the situation , she took them on one by one almost like a dance in her movement as she sent them to the ground . when they did get a hit on her like the mere touch sent them to the ground convulsing . he honestly stood conflicted he knew he was way off but also who the hell was this girl really . he wanted to help but she didn’t need it even when they ganged up on her she  held her own . when last man  fell she returned back to normal  skin back to color , the sparks disappeared like a mist and she leaned over slightly panting . 

“ call the authorities tell them to get shield here or fbi” she stood only for one to sneak out and hit her head hard sending her to the ground unconscious . thats when he snapped into action how dare that man touch her like that , what a cheap shot too  logan knocked man out ignoring the lady who yelled she called the cops and he brought her back to wades. 

The moment he walked into the apartment with her in his arms out cold the room went silent .  he growled at  shatterstar and colossus making them instantly move from the couch as he placed her gently on it.  Vanessa ran to check her over as logan explained what  happened . 

“ she was fucking glowing like a night light or some shit …. You don’t look surprised so you already knew , why did no one tell me ” he looked to see not one of them looked shocked to know she was a mutant. they all nodded giving him a sympathetic smile.

“ why do you think i call her princess sparkles , the coffee place rang” wade called heading to his room before returning . “ you saving her ass like a knight in tight yellow spandex , i knew you liked her kitten” he winked as he placed the adventure time comforter over her sleeping form .

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Dreamers & Delusions- Pt. 10

merman x female reader

You toss on whatever clothes you can find and meet Jes downstairs and hop in her car. She tries over and over again to call Arty but he doesn't answer.

"Fucking fae and phones, I swear he and I are going to have a long conversation about this later," Jes scowls.

"As long as we get there before she calls the cops we should be fine," you offer a hopeful half smile.

"If she didn't call them as soon as she saw them you mean," Jes speeds out of the beach area and into town.

You hold onto the handle for dear life and balance yourself as she makes a few sharp turns and runs a light. Your already upset stomach churns and gurgles so you close your eyes hoping that'll help it settle just a little.

The car comes to an abrupt halt and you fling your eyes and door open and hurl at the stop light. Jes curses and apologizes for the harsh driving but you wave it off. You know how severe this situation is and you'd rather vomit than have your merman you're in love with deported.

When the light turns green Jes floors it and rushes towards your neighborhood. You sigh in relief when you don't see any cop car lights but you do see your grandmother and that's just as bad.

Tao is towering over her, arms crossed and scowling down at her with his damn teeth bared. Arty isn't alone, he's got a few of his wild fae biker buddies with him and Jes' brother Kirk is standing on the side between Toa and your grandmother waiting to step in between them if he needs to.

The second Jes gets close enough you fly out of the car and stomp up to the lot. Everyone turns their heads towards you aside from Tao and your grandmother.

"Tao come on, we're getting my crap and leaving," you tell him and that snaps him from his stare off.

"Hold right there! I get no call, no fucking messages and you're moving out? How fucking dare you!" your grandmother yells at you. "I was worried but no, you were too caught up in your own fucking bullshit that you never once thought about me!"

You turn towards your grandmother and for the first time in your life, you really see her for what she is, a pathetic and conceited lonely woman.

"You really are sad, you know that?" you start. "You keep chasing away people who love you because everything has to be according to you. You parade yourself as a fucking saint for taking me in but not once have you treated it like a charity. I've paid to stay here, I'm nothing more than a tenant to you. So you have no fucking right to say you're worried about me when you're only worried about my goddamn mother fucking money!"

Everyone is silent, even your grandmother. Her eyes widen and her lips quiver but you don't spare her the space to talk.

"And you dare to insult the people who actually treat me with respect and like I'm a fucking person. You need to fucking check yourself because you're no cakewalk grandmama. Who the fuck do you even think you are? What authority do you think you hold to treat people like shit?" you ask as you step up to her.

Her eyes look you up and down and she raises her arm but you catch it. She tries to pull her arm away and attempts to slap you with her free hand but someone calls out and she freezes.

"Just fucking stop Cat, you're causing a scene," Gayle walks up in full designer looking like she stepped out of a fashion magazine.

Your grandmother stops struggling and her arms lose all strength.

"And here I was about to pick you both up for a late lunch," Gayla smiles and looks at you. "Care to fill me in buttercup? I think your grandmama needs a little granny nap. Just look at the poor thing, she looks stressed."

"I'm not stressed, Gayle. I'm wondering why my fucking granddaughter thinks she can move out without saying anything after she's been gone for days on end," your grandmother seethes.

And Gayle looks back at you, "Well I'm guessing she found a better place to stay at and as for her being gone for days on end, well she is an adult. Besides, we were young once and I do remember a certain someone running off to Mexico without telling her parents... What was it, three... No, it was five months. Loosen your asshole Cat and maybe that stick will finally fall the fuck out."

You purse your lips and look down as Gayle keeps landing one blow after another. You hadn't expected her to show up and least of all put your grandmother down so fucking hard.

Everyone here is silent, waiting for anyone one of you three to say something but your grandmother is silent and seething and you're too shocked and speechless.

"Come on Kitty Cat, let's go have some margaritas while your grandbaby moves on out. I know she'll be a dear and clean up after herself," Gayle shoves your grandmother inside and grins at you.

Jes slowly approaches your side and places a hand on your shoulder, "I don't know what they hell just happened, but that was fucking beautiful."

"That would be Gayle and thank the gods she got here when she did," you smile and shake your head before looking around for Tao.

His eyes meet yours and you beckon him over, "Alright, I guess we can get moving."

Things go fast from there on out. You and Jes pack up your clothes and toiletries while the guys move the little bit of furniture that you have and pack your books and such into the boxes. You tidy up any messes that are left behind as Gayle escorts your grandmother out of the house and away for drinks.

Once everything's been loaded into the moving van, everyone makes their way to Tao's house. You and Jes make a pit stop to grab some charcoal and sodas to celebrate your move out move in situation.

Arty, Kirk and the others move everything into the living room while Tao and Jes prep for the barbeque and you kind of just sit around. Word moved around that you're still healing from getting dragged out to sea and no one will allow you to lift a finger.

Kirk swings by a few times to ask where certain boxes can go and a few of Arty's friends check in to see if you're alright and you smile and play off that just sitting around isn't driving you up the wall.

Tao comes by ever so often to make sure you're ok but you feel like there's some distance between the both of you right now. You start over thinking things, like maybe he's nervous about talking about who he chose or maybe he's trying to draw out the move in so he doesn't have to talk to you about it today.

You start to silently spiral into your darkest thoughts as the late afternoon drifts into the evening. Tao mans the barbeque pit that you had no idea that he had while Jes keeps you company with snacks and work gossip. You try your best to be present but there's this nagging feeling that something's not right.

Tao eventually comes upstairs and brings you food, his touch linger just a little longer than it should on your hand before he quickly slips away. You feel a strange chill and try not to cry over your food.

It smells good but you're too upset to eat and Jes can tell.

"Talk girly pop, you look like you're about to fall apart right now," she nudges you and you set the paper plate aside.

"Did he say anything to you? Did Tao mention anyth-"

"Ok I'm going to stop you right there. I told you he told me everything earlier today. And I mean everything. I think you need to chill out princess, I know it's hard for you right now but just trust me ok?" she looks at you and picks up your plate and hands it back to you.

"Now then, you're going to eat and whenever your merjerk gets his happy ass up here we'll tell him you're tired and I'll help kick everyone out and then you'll get a little one on one time with him. Sounds good?" She smiles and takes a big bite out of her burger.

You stare at your food for a few moments before you slowly dig in. After the second bite you realize just how hungry you really are and kind of tune out the rest of the world as you scarf down your food.

After a while Tao does come up and Jes tells him you're tired and that she'll gather everyone up and head out. Jes hugs you goodbye and makes a quick exit leaving you and Tao alone for the first time in hours.

"I uh... I should probably go rinse off before I head to bed," you shrug.

But when you go to stand up, Tao ends up scooping you up in his arms and just holds you for a good long while.

"Uh Tao?" you tap his shoulder and he holds you tighter.

"Sorry... I- I'm so sorry," he apologizes out of nowhere.

"Wait for what?" you ask.

"I almost did something unforgiveable... I almost... I almost let my instincts take over and I-I didn't want to hurt her but I couldn't stand just being there in front of her... I don't know what would have happened if you didn't show up when you did," Tao admits as he presses his face against your neck.

You remember how tense he looked glaring daggers at your grandmother but you never would have guessed that he would have gone aggro.

"It's ok I guess, you did hold back and it looked like Kirk was ready to stop whatever smackdown might have happened," you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

Tao squeezes you and shakes his head, "No, it's not ok... I could have gotten deported if things escalated. If that happens, I wouldn't be able to see you again."

Hearing that makes your heart stop for a moment. He shouldn't say sweet things like that to you, he shouldn't make you feel this important when you're probably not the one he chose.

In that moment you feel yourself becoming cold, distancing your heart away from Tao. It'll be easier if I think he's already rejected me, you reason with yourself. Just act like friends and only friends.

"Yeah, yeah... don't do shit to get deported, but like I said, you held back. All's well that ends well," you shrug and wiggle out of his arms. "I'm gonna jump in the shower and head to bed, I'm worn the fuck out."

Tao looks at you like you've just burned him, "Didn't you want to talk once you got moved in?"

You look around and shrug, "Yeah, I mean I still gotta put everything up and figure out where to put my furniture."

Tao inhales sharply and you see his jaw tick, "Right, of course... Try to get some rest then."

Smiling, you dismiss yourself and head towards the bathroom. Once you've closed and locked the door, you fall to the floor and crumple. You silently cry into your hands feeling bother relieved and horrified. You're free of your grandmother but now you've gone and got yourself into this new mess.

After sometime and nearly fall asleep on the floor, you finally move to go shower off. You quickly rinse off and wrap yourself in a towel to head to the nest room but you nearly jump out of your skin when you see Tao standing outside the bathroom.

His dour expression makes your already cold skin shiver. His eyes practically glow in rage and you see the tips on his claws digging into his skin.

Before you can ask him what's wrong he grabs your wrist and tugs you along to the nest room. He tells you to hurry and get dressed and to grab a pair of shoes. You ask why and all he says is that you two need to talk, tonight.

You contemplate taking your time getting dressed but you feel like if you do that then Tao might come bursting through the door and pick out whatever for you to wear. With great reluctance you tug on a sweatshirt and pajama pants and grab a pair of sandals.

When you shuffle out of the room Tao beckons you to follow him and he leads you out of the house.

"Tao where are we going? Can't we just go back inside and talk?" you ask as you follow him down the stairs.

"No," he says flatly and once you're down the stairs he takes your hand and guides you wherever the hell it is he's taking you.

After a few minutes you enter the beach area he works at. He takes you to the tower and before you know it, he's stripping down to his swim trunks.

"Really, what the hell is going on T-"

"Leave your sandals here, I'll put them up there with my clothes," he says, cutting you off.

You gape at him and stand your ground, "How about you tell me why the hell you dragged me all the way out here to just talk?"

"Because..." Tao exhales and turns to you, finally looking at you since you exited the bathroom. "Out there we can't run away, we won't be able to avoid each other and whatever has to be said. I can't keep pretending like everything between us is ok when I keep hearing you cry knowing I might have caused any of that grief."

You look out towards the ocean and feel your gut sink. It felt too soon to go back out there, your wounds itch at the thought. You feel your chest tighten and breathing becomes just a little harder.

"No, please Tao, not there... Not yet," you plead with him.

His stern look softens a bit and he lowers himself to kneel in front of you, "There's nothing in there to be afraid of, I promise."

"I-I can't do it, please, anywhere else," you beg again.

Tao lowers his head and groans before hoisting you up into his arms. For a moment you think he's going to walk you into the ocean but he just keeps walking.

His pacing is slower than usual and he holds you with a gentleness that seems out of place with how pissed off he looks. After a minute or two you end up dozing off in his arms. It's a light sleep and one you're easily woken from.

Tao sets you down ever so carefully on soft sweet smelling grass and you almost fall asleep again but he holds you up right and keeps your attention on him.

"We need to talk," he tells you again.

"I know," you say, looking down at the grass before looking around at your surroundings.

You'd been here before, back when the pixies were celebrating and you and Tao danced right into the ocean.

"Is here fine?" he asks, cupping your face. His eyes now glowing in the moonlight search your face to make sure you're comfortable.

You shrug and look away from him, "Yeah...yeah it's fine."

Tao sighs and sits across from you, "I used to think you were annoying you know."

You roll your eyes and glare at him.

"To be fair I used to think everyone was annoying, and then we started talking... I started to get to know you and you slowly opened up my world. I had been here for two years before I met you and the only people I really interacted with are those that I had to," Tao starts, his voice softer than usual.

"It felt odd how quickly I opened up to you. I was worried that you'd find me too strange or that I...I wasn't someone you'd want to be around. And then when we became friends it just felt even more unreal. I had a shoal mate again, I had someone in my life that didn't have to be there but they chose to," Tao smiles, though his eyes look sad.

"And then we made that agreement... to date each other. You're grandmother would leave you alone and I would get some sort of practice on how to romance a human if my fated mate ended up being one. I think that's when things got more complicated," He sighs and takes your hand.

For a moment you don't register that he's touching you, that he's gently squeezing your fingers. Your mind is too deep into readying your heart for the impending rejection.

Tao squeezes your hand again and places a hand on your cheek, "We are not here to further any pain, this I swear... so please, look at me."

You think about shoving away from Tao but that just might prolong this interaction. You know facing it head on will be the best course of action, rip it off like a band aid and be done with this so you can go cry into a pillow when he's not around, preferably while he's at work. Gods know that he'd be super obnoxious about you being emotional.

So you look at him, your eyes heavy and feeling dry from crying for however long you did earlier.

"Little by little I felt this strong desire, this need to be closer to you. I thought at first that it was my natural and instinctual obligation to protect the only shoal mate I have. But then things started to change, you were more than just this woman I saw on the beach ever so often or a friend I'd see nearly everyday. It got to the point where I couldn't stop thinking about you and-" Tao stops, his voice having grown horse and the hands that are holding you start to shake.

Your heart breaks and melts all at once as you watch Tao come undone right in front of you. His eyes are shut tight as it looks like he's fighting the tears that are slipping from underneath his lashes. His teeth grind and his grip on your hand tightens as he takes a long and shaky breath.

"I never meant to hurt you... I just, I couldn't tell you... couldn't let you go... But I didn't know, I didn't know what I was feeling and then I saw what I was doing to you... I felt like I didn't deserve any sort of forgiveness... I still don't think I deserve it... Not after what I've done," He lowers his head and tries to take his hands back but you don't let him.

"What did you do Tao?" you ask, your voice firm but just as emotional. "What did you do?"

Tao tries again to take his hands away but you won't let him budge.

"Finish what you started! You wanted to talk? We're talking Tao! What did you do?" you say once more, getting up in his face this time.

Tao tries to move back but you follow until you're pretty much straddling him and fisting his shirt.

"You're not going anywhere Tao. Fuck me trying to run away you hypocrite! What are you afraid of? That I'd hate you or leave you or some shit? News flash buddy, you're my best fucking friend and I can't afford to move out so just say whatever you fucking did so we can just be done and over wi-"

"I knew," Tao says, still looking away from you.

"You're going to have to be a little more specific than that," you sneer.

"Jes told me a long while ago how you felt about me," he adds.

You feel your heart sink as his shirt slips from your grasp.

"She told me that it was just a crush, you being somewhat interested in me and I... I chose to ignore it. She told me again and again how you felt and I kept choosing to ignore it until she slapped me across the face one day and... I didn't know what I had done, what my choice in ignoring your feelings had done to you, to us..." He finally looks at you and the whites of his eyes have turned black.

"You knew... And you ignored it?" your lips quiver as you're uncertain how to feel right now but for some reason you can't help but to laugh.

You laugh so hard you start tearing up.

"You fucking knew I had some sort of feeling for you but chose to just fucking ignore them, wow!" you chuckle. "That has got to be the most on brand thing you could have done being who you are. You're either really fucking stupid or just that dense!"

You looks down at Tao after coming down from your moment of hysteria and see that he's in total shock, "Well what was it? Stupid or dense?"

He blinks and before you know it he's rolling you both over until your laying in the grass and he's on top, "Probably both, stupid for ignoring your feelings and too dense to understand them. And I don't expect any forgiveness for what I've done but you deserved to know the truth before I tell you who I chose."

You hate this side of him, being way too honest and taking accountability even though he was about to run away. You want to stay mad at him, you want to kick him in the groin and graffiti his lifeguard tower but that won't take away the ache in your chest.

"I don't care about that anymore Tao. It's obvious that you feel bad for playing with my feelings and so on, so let's just leave it at that. We can pretend we never fake dated and just be friends and shoal mates or whatever. Your love life has nothing to do with me," you shrug and do your best to swallow your emotions.

"Unfortunately for you, my love life has everything to do with you," Tao sits up, his golden eyes gleaming and glowing marks appear on his neck and torso. The moon is in an obnoxiously perfect position where it's haloing his head making him look terrifying and somewhat godlike. You feel your heart pounding as he reaches down and gently pulls you up to your feet.

For the first time in a long while you feel Tao towering over you in both a comforting and intimidating way until he kneels before you and takes your hands.

"I've hurt you, ruined your trust in me, and destroyed whatever relationship we had. And now, as you humans say, I'm about to add salt to the wound. The one that I chose, the one that my heart chose, that person is you," Tao confesses.

You shake your head as you start to feel faint.

"I wanted you as my mate," he says.

Mate...

That was the last word you heard before you passed out.

[munsonfamilyband]

I’ve had a Different Meeting AU stuck in my head for ages and I’ve decided to share it

After Starcourt Steve can’t sleep. The nightmares and panic keeps him from getting sleep; if he’s lucky he gets an hour. After a week he’s falling apart and he suddenly remembers a piece of his past - he remembers smoking weed with Tommy H and sleeping like a baby. So he starts digging, ends up having to talk to people he never wanted to speak to again, but he finds out who to call.

Eddie Munson. The name is familiar, but the number isn’t. Steve calls Eddie and sets up a meeting the next day to buy some weed. When he drives to the meeting spot he walks through how he’s going to apologize for who he was. Steve is pretty sure he never did anything to Eddie but he wants to be safe rather than sorry. He gets out of his car and ambles through the woods to meet Eddie at a picnic table. Eddie Munson is sitting on the table, legs kicked out in front of him and leaning back on his elbows. Steve quickly averts his eyes from the tattoo he can see on Eddie’s stomach where his shirt has ridden up. He’s aware that he finds men attractive, has been since Jonathan beat him up in ‘83, but now is not the time. Eddie looks up when Steve steps into the clearing and smirks.

“You’re late, I was starting to think you were going to stand me up.”

“Uh, sorry, I got a little side tracked. But um, before we do this I wanted to say sorry…I guess? I’m not sure if I ever did anything to you in school, I’m pretty sure I didn’t but I wanted to apologize for being a dick anyway.” Eddie just blinks at him, grin gone, as he sits up fully while still sitting on the table.

“You’re….. sorry?”

“Yeah, man. I’m trying to be a better person, throw the whole ‘King Steve’ shit out, and I figured that apologizing to the guy I’m hoping will sell me weed is a good place to start, y’know?” Steve knows that there’s a flush crawling up his neck from the embarrassment, can feel it heating up his ears, but he can’t focus on that with Eddie Munson staring at him with his big eyes and wild, curly hair- nope, stopping that right now.

“Oh. Well, you didn’t do anything, I mean, your buddy, Tommy H, used to fuck with me until he started buying my shit. The guy’s almost feral but he isn’t stupid enough to piss off his dealer. So, I guess we’re good then?” Steve breathes out a sigh of relief, moving closer to the table to sit while Eddie climbs down to sit on the opposite side. “So, how do you want to do this?”

Steve clears his throat, glancing around a bit. Eddie probably assumes it’s from nerves around the deal, which is fine with Steve. He doesn’t need to know that Steve is still looking over his shoulder for Russians and flesh monsters. “Uh, look, man. I know you’re wondering about my face, and it has to do with why I’m looking to buy. I was at the mall when it…burned down.” Steve hears Eddie mumble something like ‘holy shit’ under his breath. “I got knocked over during the panic and got trampled,” Steve easily lies. The cover story had been repeated to him until he knew it just as well as the real events. “Ever since, I’ve been having a hard time sleeping and I know weed can help so I was looking to get some to help.” He can feel Eddie’s eyes on him, studying his face in a way that reminds him eerily of Nancy.

“I can totally get why you would need weed after that. But, no offense or anything, you seem way more nervous about this than normal.” Steve can’t help but sigh, of course the drug dealer can read him like a book.

“Yeah, I uh, I got drugged when I was at a club a little while ago. I guess I’m nervous about being high again, even though I need to sleep.” Steve meets Eddie’s eyes and watches a complicated series of emotions flash across the other man’s face before seeming to decide on something.

“Okay, I normally wouldn’t do this, but you really do seem to be trying to be better, and you’ve clearly been through a lot lately, so I’m going to make an offer and you can decline if you want, but I figured I would try.” Eddie takes a deep breath, Steve narrowly avoiding watching his cheat expand with it. “Because you’re nervous about this, I can waive the fee this time and bring the pot to smoke with you. So that you don’t have a bad trip, or whatever.” Steve freezes, thrown aback by the offer. After a moment he is able to voice a response.

“You would do that for me?”

“I mean, just because I deal drugs doesn’t mean I have no morals. It feels weird to sell you shit and then let you go off on your own knowing you had a traumatic experience.”

Steve, despite being stunned, manages a smile. “That- thank you, Eddie. That is- I appreciate it a lot.”

The quickly make a plan to meet up the next day at Steve’s house, and Steve offers to get food as payment.

This pattern continues for a month before Eddie’s friends convince him to try a move on Steve - who has been maybe flirting since they met - and the night ends with them making out on Eddie’s couch. They date happily for 6 months, laughing as they pretend to not know each other in front of the kids, until the first day of Spring Break Steve sees a trailer he spends more time at than his own house on the news. As soon of Dustin and Max show up, Steve is grabbing his keys and running to his car, knowing exactly where Eddie is hiding.

Steve never wanted his boyfriend to get involved with this part of his life, but there is no way he will leave him alone now that he is.

[winchesterwild78]

A Home and a Heart

Master List

Characters: Jack Durfy x Reader

Warnings: Language, Inappropriate propositions, angst, injury

A/N: Just a quick story, not too long. Maybe two or three chapters. I haven’t seen Buddy Games, but I did Google the character. I know he wasn’t in the movie long, but we can always use our imagination.

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life or the movie in any way. 

Please do not take my work, reblogs are appreciated.

Minors DNI 18+

The rain drummed against the roof, echoing through the small, cramped house. You sighed, your heart heavy with worry. You had been trying to keep your head above water, but it seemed the problems just kept piling up. The leaky roof, the faulty stove outlet, and the crumbling front steps were more than you could handle.

You were a single mother to a very active 3 year old boy, Tommy. He was the light of your life, but it was also exhausting doing everything alone. Tommy’s father ditched you the minute he found out you were pregnant, and you haven’t heard from him since. 

Your family and best friend have been an amazing support for him and you. When you had to work late at the hospital, they would watch him and help take care of him. 

Being so fiercely independent, you refused to tell them just how bad the repairs needed really were. Your best friend, Abby, knew. She offered to help you, but you refused. She had just had a baby and she and her husband were trying to build their nest egg. You couldn’t take money from them. 

Desperate, you reached out to local handymen for help. The first one showed up in a fancy new truck. He walked around your home and took notes, he went on the roof and when he came down he handed you a quote for $15,000. Your eyes almost popped out of your head. “Well, thank you so much for coming out. I’ll let you know.” He nodded and got in his truck and left. 

The other quotes were any better. None of the companies were willing to set up payments with you. Even though you had a steady job and amazing credit they said they weren’t willing to make arraignments for such a large amount. 

The last two contractors were far worse. You showed Joe in and he walked around. He started to head towards your bedroom, “Um, excuse me, there isn’t anything in there that needs repairing.” He turned and walked over to you, “Oh not yet, darlin’, but I’m sure you can’t pay so we can work something out.” His hand brushed against your breast. 

“ I think you should leave.” “Ah don’t be like that. I know you’re lonely and need more than just your house worked on.” You were fuming, “Leave, NOW!” 

He grabbed his stuff and left. You were starting to feel hopeless. You called Abby, “Hey Abbs. I don’t know what to do. I’ve called every handyman I can find and they are either too high, won’t do a payment plan, or they try to sleep with me. I need to give Tommy a safe place to live. I don’t want to walk away from this house. It’s mine and it’s something I’m proud of having.”

 Abby offered a sympathetic ear, “I know honey. Maybe you can try and call Jack Durfy. He owns Durfy Construction, he can be a bit of an ass, but I know he’s got a kind heart. When John got laid off a few years ago, Jack had him come work for him so he could make some money.” “I didn’t know that. I’ll give him a call, thanks Abbs.” 

Jack owned Durfy Construction, and though he had a reputation for being gruff, you were willing to give him a chance. You called him up and asked him to come by for a consultation. “Mr Durfy, my friend Abby Smith told me to call you. I own a small home and it’s in need of some urgent repairs. I’m going to be honest with you so I’m not wasting your time, I’m a single mom on a fixed income. I’d be willing to set up a payment plan if you were open to it.” “Well, let me come out there and take a look. I’ll let you know.”

The next morning you saw Jack driving down your driveway in his big truck. Tommy was standing at the door, jumping up and down seeing the truck. “Truck, mommy, truck!” You scooped up the toddler, “Yes baby I see it’s a truck. Mr. Durfy is here to see if he can help fix the house. 

Jack walked up the stairs and noticed how broken they were. You greeted him with a warm smile and an extended hand, “Hello Mr Durfy, thank you for coming by. I really appreciate it.” He shook your hand, “Hello Ms Y/L/N, it’s nice to meet you, and who’s this little guy?” He ruffled Tommy’s hair. Your toddler squealed in delight, “I’m Tommy.” “Well, hello Tommy. Want to show me the house buddy?” Tommy nodded excitedly. You smiled softly.

As Jack inspected the house, he discovered even more problems than you had initially realized.

“So Ms, Y/L/N, besides the roof, front steps, and stove outlet, I unfortunately found some other things that need attention as soon as possible. The foundation is cracked by your bedroom, and the main bathroom has a leak into the walls. That’s going to require a complete demolition of the bathroom, so we can dry out the wall and replace everything.” 

Tears pricked your eyes. “Oh wow. I definitely got screwed over when I bought this place. I never should have bought it.” The tears started to fall. You wiped them away quickly, “I’m sorry Mr. Durfy. How much will all of this cost me? 

“Well, first, please call me Jack, and I can do it all for about $5,000.” You sat and looked at him in disbelief, “I’m sorry, what? $5,000? That’s it? Please Mr. Durfy, I mean Jack, please tell me the full price.” 

“That is the full price. I don’t take advantage of people and I own all of my own equipment and have all the material needed for the repairs already. I tell you what, if you’d agree to do something for me I’d be willing to do the repairs at no cost.”

“You know what, I’m tired of men thinking I’d spread my legs for them to get repairs done.” “Whoa! What? Y/N, I’m not asking you to sleep with me. Jesus. What kind of man do you think I am? Shit!” 

Your face turned red with embarrassment, “Jack I’m so sorry. The last guy I had here tried to get me to sleep with him to do the repairs. I am so sorry. I understand if you want to leave.”

“Let me guess, Joe Collins?” “Yes, how did you know?” “The guy is a douchebag. He tries to jack up his rates and then sleeps with women to get them lower.” “That’s disgusting.” “Yeah it really is.”

“So, like I was saying, I work really late at night, sometimes I just sleep in the office trailer. It’s been years since I’ve had a home cooked meal, and I know you can cook. Abby told me. (he smirked) So if you’d be willing to cook some meals for me, I’d be willing to do the repairs for you. Of course I might need Tommy’s assistance with tools and stuff, if that’s okay with you.”

“Wow, that’s really generous of you. I know Tommy would love to help you with tools. I doubt you’d get the right one you needed, but he’d try. Sure, I’ll cook for you. Are you allergic to anything or have any dietary restrictions?”

“Nope, I’m not a pansy. I like meat and eat junk, so I’m good for anything.” “Having allergies and dietary restrictions don’t make you a pansy.” You chuckled. 

A few days later you were woken up by the sound of walking on the roof. You looked over at the clock and it was a little after 6am. You grumbled and grabbed your robe. Walking outside you stepped into the yard, “Um, since when did we agree to you coming at the crack of dawn to start working?” 

Jack looked down at you and chuckled, “Sorry sweetheart, there is rain coming in later and we wanted to get this roof pulled off and the new one laid before it comes in.” 

“Ugh! Fine. Wait, I just needed a repair, not a whole new roof.” Jack looked down at you, “The repair area was just too big. It makes more sense to just do a new roof.” “Okay, well I’ll be in the house trying to sleep. I have a shift in a few hours.” 

“Sweet dreams” Jack chuckled. You lazily waved and climbed up the stairs and went inside. Abby had taken Tommy to her house for the night, so you grabbed your earphones, turned on some white noise and went back to sleep. 

A few hours later your alarm went off and you got out of bed. Hearing the hammering overhead you figured they were already laying the new roof. Dang they work fast. You went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Waiting for the water to heat up, you went into the kitchen and started your coffee. You made extra for Jack and the guys working with him. 

Jumping in the shower you cleaned yourself and your hair. You finished getting ready for work then went into the kitchen and started cooking something to eat. You figured Jack and the other guys were hungry, so you whipped up something filling for them too. 

You ate quickly and grabbed your cup of coffee. Grabbing your bag you went outside and got Jack’s attention. He climbed down from the roof, “Hey, I hope we were as quiet as we could be.” “Oh I put in my earbuds, I didn’t hear anything but the soothing sounds of the ocean.” Jack chuckled. 

“So I’m heading out to work, I left the front door unlocked for you. I made you guys something to eat and some coffee if you’re hungry. All I ask is you guys stay out of my underwear drawer.” Jack chuckled, “Now where’s the fun in that. You know you learn a lot about someone by the underwear in their drawer.” You looked at Jack unamused. He threw his hands up in defeat, “Sorry, I was just kidding. We don’t go through people’s things. You can trust us. Thanks for cooking, you didn’t have to.” “Yes I did, I thought that was our arrangement.” “Yes, but only for me. I can’t have you spoiling my guys.” 

You smiled and touched his chest. “Don’t worry, I’ll save the good stuff for you.” Your fingers lingered on his chest for a few minutes. His chest was so toned and firm. Your breath quickened. Jack’s heart started pounding, he liked your hand on his chest. 

You cleared your throat, “Well have a good evening, Jack. I’ll see you later.” “Yeah, bye, Y/N, have a good shift, and thanks for the food.” You waved and nodded as you climbed in your car. 

Driving to work all you could think about was Jack. His piercing green eyes, his smile, his bowed legs perfectly hugged by his blue jeans, his toned chest, and his whiskey silky voice. You hadn’t realized your face had flushed or that you were biting your lip until you put your car in park at work. 

You took a deep shaky breath before getting out. This attraction to Jack came out of nowhere. You really need to get it under control since he’ll be working at your house. 

A few hours into your shift you walked into a patient's room to check on them before they were discharged. That’s when you heard a familiar voice coming from the room next door. 

“The nurse will be right with you sir. I’m just the triage nurse.” She walked out of the room and handed you the chart, “This one is a little grumpy. He keeps complaining he doesn’t have time for this shit.” 

You snorted, “Okay, thanks for the heads up.” You looked at the chart and softly gasped. Jack Durfy, Male, 46 years old. 

Of course this happens. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Come in” you heard his gruff voice say. 

As soon as Jack saw you his eys softened. “Well, hey sweetheart.” You smiled and blushed a little, “Jack, what happened?” 

“It was stupid, I got distracted and fell off the roof. I think I broke a rib and I sliced my hand pretty good.” 

“Oh my god, Jack! Okay let me see the hand first.” 

You removed the temporary dressing and looked at his hand. Taking his large, calloused hand in yours sent a shiver through your body and straight between your thighs. Your breath quickened. 

Swallowing hard, “You’re going to need stitches. I’m going to clean the wound and get the sutures on it.” Jack just nodded. 

As you cleaned his wound and stitched him up, he watched you, completely mesmerized by you. The way your fingers brushed over his skin, like a delicate dance, only the two of you were invited to. 

You bit your lip as you worked. Your eyes flicked up to his, God he’s got gorgeous green eyes. And his lips look so plump and soft. 

“Okay, all patched up. X-ray will be here to take you in a few minutes. Hopefully nothing is broken.” Your hand lingered on his for a few moments. “Hey, Y/N, thank you.” He touched your hand as you started to walk away. 

You smiled and nodded. A few minutes later they came to take him away to get his x-rays done. 

You sent Abby a text. 

You: Girl, Jack got injured and he’s here right now. I just finished working on him. 

Abby: Mmm is that what it’s called now. 😝 

You: Girl, stop. 😂 

Abby: He’s single, you’re single, he’s hot, you’re hot. 

You: No I’m not, girl stop. There is no way he’d be interested in me, an frompy, single mom. 

Abby: Don’t sell yourself short. You’re amazing, beautiful and a kick ass mom. Anyone would be lucky to have you. 

You: Thanks, Abbs. Well he’s back from x-ray. Gotta go. Give Tommy a kiss for me. 

Abby: Will do, go give Jack a big kiss, make his boo boos all better. 😘 

You: Yeah right. 🙄 

Your face flushed a little with Abby’s texts. You walked back into his room. “So now we wait for the doctor to read the film and he’ll tell us what to do next. Jack, I can’t believe you fell off the room. You could have been killed. I’m so glad you’re okay.” You touched his shoulder. 

His eyes sparkled under the harsh lights of the ER, “Me too, not sure what happened. I was just distracted and lost my footing. It was stupid.” 

The doctor came in a few minutes later, “Mr Durfy, I don’t see broken ribs, they are however bruised really bad. I’m going to have Ms. Y/L/N to wrap it pretty good for you. Keep it on unless you absolutely need to take it off, like to shower. Do you have someone who can help you wrap it tight again?” 

Jack looked up and was about to say no, but you nodded yes. “Um, yeah I guess I do.” “Great, then I’ll let you get wrapped up and we can discharge you. Ms. Y/L/N, wrap him tight and get him ready to go home.” You nodded, “Yes, sir. Mr. Durfy, I’ll be right back with the wrap and your discharge papers.” Jack nodded and you walked out.

Coming back in with the wrap and his papers you took a deep breath. “Okay, Jack I, um, need you to remove your shirt.” Jack took his shirt off and you let out a soft gasp. He was so toned, and being this close to him made you quiver between your thighs.

“This might hurt a bit, but let me know if it’s unbearable.” Jack nodded and you got to work. “Lift your arms slightly for me.” You started to wrap the bandage around his torso. You noticed goosebumps erupt on his skin as you wrapped his ribs. You leaned around him and your chest was flush with his as you reached around to wrap around his back. 

As you stood back up, you stopped and Jack placed his fingers lightly on your chin. “You’re incredible, you know that?” You blushed, “Thank you.” “I mean it, you are amazing at your job, you’re a kick ass mother, and you’re so beautiful.” 

“Jack, I, um, don’t know what to say.” He smiled softly at you, “You don’t have to say anything, darlin’.” Jack’s fingers brushed against your face, you leaned into his touch, instinctively. 

“What would you do if I told you I wanted to kiss you?” You softly chuckled, “I’d ask if you hit your head when you fell.” “I didn’t, and I’m serious. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I met you.” 

You bit your lip and took a deep breath, “Well, then do it.” You couldn’t believe you told him to kiss you. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you felt like you were going to pass out. 

Jack leaned in closer to you, your lips inches from each other. Your breath hitched. Jack softly pressed his lips to yours and you pressed yours to his. 

The kiss was soft and tender, not rushed or needy. As you two pulled back, his hand held onto your arm for a few minutes. 

“That was so good. I can’t wait to do it again.” He smiled at you. “Me either, Jack.” So he leaned in and placed his lips to yours, this time the kiss was deeper. He put his hand in your hair and pulled you between his legs. His tongue swiped across your lips, asking for entrance. You parted your lips and Jack deepened the kiss more. You moaned into his mouth.

The kiss was incredible, sending chills through your body. When the two of you finally pulled apart, you both smiled at each other. “Well, Mr. Durfy, you should head home to rest. I’ll see you later.” He smiled, “Yeah, I’ll see you after your shift. I need to go finish up some stuff before I call it a day. You shook your head, “Jack, please go home and rest. Whatever it is can wait.” 

Jack got off the table and grabbed his shirt, putting it on, “I’ll think about it.” He placed another soft kiss on your lips and smirked. 

“I’m never going to stop kissing you, I hope you know that.” “Good, because I don’t want you too. I’ll see you later, Jack.” “I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” 

With that, Jack grabbed his things and left the ER. You were left finishing your shift, thinking about the shared kiss and what it will mean for your future. You hoped it meant the beginning of something wonderful, but you were still guarded, and not just for your sake, but for Tommy. Only time will tell for sure.

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[hobies-princealbert]

having fontaine as a boyfriend hcs | (this is a long one y'all)

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♤ fontaine is a very stoic man. he prefers to be reserved, only speaking a few words at a time when necessary. keep to yourself, you keep yourself alive. that's his motto. that's just life in the glen period.

♤ so everyone in his immediate circle was kinda taken back when you were spotted in the passenger seat of his car, one too many times. no one really hung round taine like except junebug. so no one expected him to actually get a girlfriend. a ting of the side, yes. but a girlfriend....nah.

"yo taine, who's that gurl we see you hangin' 'round? i ain' go hold you she fine asf" one of his 'buddies' straight up ask his boss what everyone's been thinking for weeks.

"my girl" he answered without missing a beat.

"by girl you mean main bitch right? i see you boss. how many more girls you got?"

"just the one. that's all i need" since then everyone in the glen knew you as taine's girl.

♤ if you were wondering how you guys met, it was a simple infatuation turned relationship. he was the regular plug for your brother, and would come by every once in a while. you rarely spoke to each other, just stole glances at each other for a while.

♤ fontaine knew he was only there for business. but he couldn't help actually looking forward to when your brother called, cause that meant he would get to see you again. things slowly progressed to the point he started coming over even when your brother didn't call. now yall are dating.

♤ he is a surprisingly attentive and supportive partner. if you have anything bothering you, you can always lean on him. he's not good on advice, but taine's a great listener and knows how to cheer you up. whether it's a late night drive, or stuffing your face over at his house on the couch, he'll do everything he can to make his girl smile again. and god help anyone makes you upset.

♤ despite his rough exterior and line of work, taine's super gentle with you. he'll open the car door for you, offer you food even if you just ate, and drive you anywhere you need to go, especially at night. he knows the glen ain't safe, he can't risk it especially with his reputation.

♤ he also doesn't mind buying you stuff too. he's not kingpin rich, but he's not broke that's for sure. from a simple drink at the corner store to a pair of gold earrings from the pawn shop. he buys, no debate.

♤ to many, he's an outwardly emotionless man. rarely expresses an emotion besides annoyance and anger. even slick, who's known him since grade school ain't never seen him smile before. but you have. yup you saw fontaine's laugh himself to tears. though the reason wasn't idle, you vividly how he looked when he genuinely smiled.

"t-taine that's not funny, i almost DIED. shut upppp" he snorted as you smacked his arm. you dipped you head on his shoulder in embarrassment cause he was still laughing at you.

"wha' ma- you expect me not to laugh at that shi' you just pulled. calm down you aight" he took back the blunt that nearly choked you out cause you wanted to look bad infront of your boyfriend.

taine knew you weren't that much of a smoker and smoked a blunt every once in a blue moon, or when you really needed one. so it surprised him when you walked over and took the blunt that was resting between his lips and took a drag.

a fast, deep drag, that he knew damn sure your lungs were not prepared for. so when you bursted into a fit of coughs, he couldn't help but laugh his ass off.

don't worry after he cooled down, he rubbed your back and assure you at you were still that baddest bitch on the block. even if you couldn't smoke a blunt.

♤ supppperr touchy. doesn't matter time or place. he has to have his hand resting on you, he just wants to make sure that of he turns his head your still there, and that your real.

♤ he introduced you to junebug once and ever since then he could never shake the thought of making you a mom one day. i know he doesn't look it but he's very family oriented person. he hopes to have one day. but that's a story for another day.

♤ he loves you. he won't out right say it but just by the way he treats you and looks out for you like no other, trust me he simply adores you. that nigga would take a bullet for you cause to him you're absolutely perfect.

[topguncortez]

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Maybe some ❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜ with Jake Seresin for 3 k

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Shy!Reader (not wifey yet) warnings: it's so damn fluffy you might shed a tear. Opposites Attract Masterlist | Hangman Masterlist Main Masterlist | 3 fucking K celebration

Jake was ready to take the next step. It might've been a bit too soon- hell, it was a bit too soon. But four months was long enough to know when you met the right person, right? Jake knew it was absolutely insane that he was planning out how he was going to propose to Y/N in his head, but he didn't want to send another second apart from her.

The two of them had been spending almost every night at each others houses. The first time Y/N had stayed over at Jake's was completely by accident. They went out mini-golfing and ended the night at his place watching the Legally Blonde movies (which Y/N pointed out that Jake and Elle Woods were the same person). Sometime during the movie, Y/N fell asleep on Jake's chest and he didn't have the heart to wake her up and let her drive home. So instead, Jake asked Y/N if she wanted to stay, and he even offered up his room and he'd sleep on the couch. It took both of them by surprise when Y/N said that they can share the bed.

The night was a little over three months ago, and in that time each others belongings had been scattered among the two homes. Early mornings were spent driving home after spending the night wrapped in the warmth of each other. Jake didn't like watching you leave, knowing you were going home to your house alone. It wasn't that you couldn't handle your own, it was that Jake worried about you going home late or arriving home by yourself. There were too many weirdos in the world for Jake to sleep comfortably about.

"What has you all wired up, Bagman?" Javy asked, leaning on Jake's desk, "This about the girl?"

"Yeah," Jake sighed, running a hand down his face, "Do you think I'm moving too fast?"

"You wanted to tell her that you loved her on the third date. . ."

Jake rolled his eyes, "That's true," He sighed, "I'm thinking about asking her to move in."

"Shit, already?" Javy said, straightening up a bit, "You really care about her?"

"I would propose her tomorrow if I could," Jake said, "I've been looking at rings and everything."

"I don't think I have ever seen you this crazy about a girl, Seresin."

"She's the one for me. I see her and I see my whole future. I see a house in San Diego, near her parents, maybe get to be an instructor or some hotshot pilot, I see us having like four or five little ones. I can't see my life without her and I don't want to live one either."

Javy smiled, knowing that it was the exact way that he felt about his girlfriend Valerie. He clapped his friend on the back, "Ask her. And do it soon, before she figures out that you snore and talk in your sleep."

"I do not snore."

"Keep telling yourself that buddy," Javy patted his shoulder before walking back to his desk.

--- --- ---

Y/N looked through the curtains of the big bay window, waiting for Jake to arrive. She had been at work when Jake texted and asked if she was down for dinner, and she agreed. She had a mountain of second grade math homework to look through, but she wasn't going to miss a chance to get dinner with her favorite guy.

A smile rose to her face as Jake's familiar ford f-150 pulled up into the driveway. On the very first date, Y/N made a joke about how you can take the man out of Texas but not Texas out of the man. Y/N met Jake out on the front porch, giving her that megawatt smile and pink carnations in his hand.

"For you," He said, and kissed her hand, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Y/N blushed furiously.

Jake knew that she wasn't about to lean in and kiss him, not when Mrs. Lockheart next door was as nosy as she was. The small cottage house that Y/N rented was right next to a retirement community, and she had made friends with a lot of them. It made Jake smile seeing her spend so much time caring and talking to her elderly neighbors. He made mental note to take Y/N home to Texas to meet his nana someday.

"I'll go put these inside," Y/N said and Jake nodded. Quickly, Y/N put the carnations in the same vase as the other ones from the week before were. Anytime Jake took her on a date, he always showed up with pink carnations. Partly a nod to the first song that they had listened to on their first date.

"Ready?" Jake asked and Y/N nodded. He grabbed her hand and led her to the truck. He helped her in his lifted pick-up and made sure she was all buckled before shutting the door and jogging to the drivers side.

Jake made a reservation at their favorite seafood restaurant down by the pier. Y/N loved their fish and chips, and Jake always got some sushi that made Y/N crinkle her nose. They talked about each other’s days and how work went. Y/N hardly understood a word of what Jake was talking about but she was always so intrigued. It’s what made Jake love her so much, that she was actually interested in what he did and asked questions about it. They once again argued about who was going to pay for the meal (Jake had already slipped the waiter his card when Y/N was in the bathroom). After they ate, they decided to get ice cream from their favorite place and walk down the pier. 

That’s when Jake’s nerves really started setting in. 

He had a spare key made after his conversation with Javy, and it was currently burning a hole into his jeans. He was terrified of what she was going to say. Of course the worst she could say was “no” but Jake wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to handle that. Everything had been so perfect between the two of them so far and Jake was starting to think maybe he was reading this all wrong. Y/N had noticed him become distant, his hand not gripping hers as tightly anymore. 

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, looking up at him. Jake snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at her. 

‘Now or Never, Bagman’ 

Jake didn’t say anything as he set his ice cream dish on a nearby bench, and got down on one knee. Y/N sucked in a breath, her eyes going wide. 

‘Is he proposing? Oh my god! I didn’t even wear my good white shoes!’ 

“I’m not proposing,” Jake said. 

“Oh thank god,” Y/N sighed in relief, “I mean, not like that.” 

Jake chuckled, “I will one day. Just not today, but I want to ask you to move in.” He held up the brass key that was in his pocket, “I don’t like going to bed without you. And it doesn’t have to be everything. It can be like a drawer, or a toothbrush. But . . I can’t sleep another night without you in my house.” 

Y/N bit her lip, as a blush came across her cheeks. She set her own ice cream dish down, and reached into her purse, retrieving a very similar brass key out. 

“I had one made for you,” Y/N whispered, “I was going to ask you, but I was too scared.” 

Jake shook his head and stood up from his kneeling position, “Only us would do this.” Y/N giggled, and Jake pulled her in for a hug, “So you’ll move in? Like to my house?” 

“Unless you want to be woken up by Mrs. Stone’s bingo parties. They can get pretty rowdy.” 

“Damn, I’m not sure if I can move away knowing I’ll miss Thursday night bingo,” Jake frowned and Y/N giggled, burying her head into his chest. 

“But yes, I will move into your house with you, Jake.” 

Jake wrapped his arms tightly around her as he spun her in a circle. A shriek came from her lips followed by continuous laughter. Jake set her down, and kissed her quickly, knowing that she probably felt the eyes of onlookers on her. 

“Well, we better get going. I got packing to do!” 

— — — 

Three days later, Y/N was carrying a box in her hands up the sidewalk to her new home with Jake. He had a cute little two story house that was right between the base and the school. He walked a bit ahead of her, also carrying a box of her things. He set the box down, and reached into his pocket grabbing his keys to unlock the door. Y/N went to open the door but Jake stopped her. 

“Wait!” Jake said, and then covered her eyes with his hands, “Close your eyes.” 

“Jake, I have seen your house before.” 

“Yes, but it is no longer just my house, it's your house. . . Our house,” Jake said and Y/N broke out into a large smile, “So close your eyes for me.” 

“Only for you,” Y/N said and closed her eyes. Jake removed one hand to open the door, and then carefully guided her through the front door of his house. 

Her nose was filled with the familiar scent of his house; sage and the hint of jet fuel. She could feel the warmth of the home, and it felt so inviting. She never felt like a stranger in Jake’s house, and she felt even more at home than ever before. Jake kicked the door closed with his foot, and continued to guide her into the living room. 

“Alright, Here we are,” Jake said and took his hands off her eyes. Y/N opened her eyes slowly and looked around at the living room that was now partially her’s. Not a single thing physically had changed since the last time she was here two days ago, but everything had changed emotionally, “Home sweet home.” Jake kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head. 

There was a moment of silence as the two of them just soaked up being in each others embrace in their home.

"What do you think, sweets?" Jake asked.

Y/N sucked in a breath before answering, "I think we need throw pillows." She looked up at Jake, who had a bright smile on his face.

"You're lucky I love you."

[theodorecanaryhood]

The coffee shop guy and the Red Hood: Stalkers and Protectors

Part VI

Arkhamverse! Red Hood x Male! Nerd reader,

Reader has a stalker that he met in a bar, it gets a little dark in some parts.

It had come time to start a new chapter and begin a fresh start.

The High School was under construction so you had to find a new job in the time it would take, you began substituting. You’d been doing it for a while and found you’d made a better living off of it.

‘Right, I think this is better’ you said to yourself, Jason snapped his head at you. Giving a confused look.

‘Huh?’ Was all he said, you had realised you’d spoken out loud.

‘Don’t worry, I’m just overthinking everything’ you smiled, pushing your glasses up your face.

Jason went back to his book as you got lost in thought again.

Your bank account was more than you’d ever seen before, in fact it was healthy. You never complained about the money you got paid teaching, you’d always thought of it as a calling rather than a job. But the pay rise was welcomed.

You kissed Jason goodbye as you got into the car and drove off to the new school you were going to be teaching at for the two week period.

Jason stood and waved you off, him having mostly housework and patrol later tonight.

You’d thought so long about the change in environment, you’d never really thought about the change of pace. How quickly and dramatically things can change.

You met up with some friends that night, only to catch up as you hadn’t done that in a while.

‘No Jason tonight?’ Harry asked you, your friend from college.

‘No, he’s out with his brother tonight’ you replied quickly, not really a lie. But you couldn’t really say Red Hood and Nightwing are roaming the streets.

You were gonna keep it light tonight, teaching teens with a hangover is never a good idea. Especially as they’re just as cranky as you will be.

Harry and his girlfriend Jessica were ordering a couple more drinks, you sat quietly going through your phone as a distraction.

You thought best not to text Jason, he needs the attention on tasks at hand, so you thought best to just watch some TikTok videos.

‘Hey’ a man’s voice caught your attention, you looked up to find a handsome man smiling at you.

He had light brown hair, brown eyes, tattoos all over his arms, a tight shirt to show off his results from his daily trips to the gym.

‘Saw you sitting here all by yourself, thought maybe you’d like some company?’ He continued, looking into your eyes.

‘I’m not alone, my friends are just grabbing some drinks. Thanks’ you were polite, the man stroked your arm.

‘Uhm’ you stammered as you gave the stranger a quizzed look.

‘Oh god, don’t tell me you’re straight. That would so embarrassing’ he said, pulling his hand away.

‘I’m not’ you reassured as the man nodded, gesturing to the seat opposite you.

‘Y/n, I got you another Pornstar, Hope that’s ok’ Jessica said as she placed the drink in front of you, you smiled.

‘Y/n, that’s a lovely name’ the man winked, you nodded at him as you pointed to your two friends who were now seated in front of you.

‘Well y/n, I’m Mitchell. If you need some company, I’ll be over at the bar’ the man said, walking away from you as you felt a chill go up your back.

Not a good chill, it was a chill that left you feeling uncomfortable.

‘Who’s the hunk?’ Jessica asked, teasing you about the unwanted attention.

‘Some guy, offering me a spot on his onlyfans no doubt’ you laughed, trying to hide the fact that you were uncomfortable.

Harry was a gentleman and helped keep the man out of your view, realising that you weren’t happy about him, Harry kept you covered.

‘You sure you’ll be ok to drive home?’ Harry asked you, rubbing your shoulder.

‘Yeah, only had two, besides gotta be up for school’ you laughed, Harry is also a school teacher however, he teaches young children.

‘Cool, text me when you get home and we’ll figure out a date for the three of us again. Maybe bring Jason next time buddy’ Harry smiled as you gave him a quick hug.

Walking to your car you heard a voice again, catching your attention.

‘Your boyfriend is sweet’ Mitchell smiled, appearing from a dark corner in the parking lot.

‘He’s my friend from school, he’s straight’ you chuckled nervously.

‘Do I scare you or something? Why you in a rush to get away?’ Mitchell asked, you couldn’t work out a quicker way to unlock your car door.

‘Just in a hurry to get home, my boyfriend will be wondering where I am’ you said sternly, almost emphasising the word ‘boyfriend’.

‘You have a boyfriend?’ Mitchell asked, you nodded, getting the car door unlocked and throwing your jacket inside.

‘Yeah, he should be home from work now’

Mitchell appeared right next to you as he placed his hand on the roof of your car, you feeling his hot, inebriated breath on you.

‘Can we fuck in your car?’ He asked, all of a sudden.

You pushed your glasses up your face with your finger, stunned by the question. You didn’t even want to answer it.

‘I need to get home’ you stated again, trying to slip into your car without the man noticing as he looked away.

‘I asked a question’ he asked again, this time louder and less friendly.

‘No’ you answered quick with fire in your voice, you got into your car and started the engine.

Driving away without even caring if Mitchell had taken his hand off the roof or not.

You didn’t really give much thought to what had happened until you got into bed, finding Jason was already there and fast asleep.

Your head lay on the pillows as you felt Jason lean in and wrap an arm around your waist, you smiled as you slightly pressed your back against Jason’s front.

Allowing his scent and presence to knock you out into sleep, with Mitchell in the back of your mind. For now.

Jason’s day was busy as usual, he had too much stuff in and decided to take a little break. He found himself walking into the coffee shop where he first met you those years ago.

A memory so distant yet so vivid and precious, Jason found himself thinking back to all those times when he would go, creating stories with his coffee shop crush in his head. The guy who sat opposite all those times, a guy that stole Jason’s whole heart.

‘Hey’ you said with surprise as you wandered into the coffee shop, grabbing a quick caffeine fix before the afternoon.

Jason grabbed you and held you tight, his smile so bright it would’ve made a good light of a power cut came.

The two of you chatted quickly as you headed for the door, you were so distracted by the sudden presence of your boyfriend, you hadn’t even noticed your surroundings.

‘Hello again’ you heard a voice, a voice you’d never forget. A voice you heard a few nights back in the bar.

‘Hi’ was all you said as you took Jason’s hand and took him outside with you.

Jason shot you a funny look as you both ended up outside.

‘What was that about?’ Jason asked, you shook your head.

‘Just some guy that I met in the bar, he gives me creepy vibes’ you replied, sipping your coffee as you headed for your car.

Jason gave you a quick kiss goodbye as you got in your car to drive back to work. Neither of you noticing that Mitchell, the creepy guy, was still watching from the coffee shop window.

You were right where you wanted to be, out on the streets with your man Jason, a double date was nice as you guys needed more couple friends. Harry and Jessica were the best fitted as they were basically a straight version of the both of you.

‘I’ll get us some beers, you girls chat’ Harry joked as he walked over to the bar, leaving you, Jason and Jessica.

The three of you listened to the sound of the music, you guys talked and caught up. Jessica getting to know Jason better.

You excised yourself as you went to the bathroom, finding that you weren’t alone as a stall was in use.

You cleaned your glasses on your shirt as the other person in the bathroom made an appearance.

‘Hello you, twice in one week. I must be dreaming’ Mitchell slurred, having already had a few drinks obviously.

You laughed nervously, rushing yourself into a panic as you dropped your glasses on the floor.

‘Here’ Mitchell said as he bent down to pick them up, handing them to you.

He handed them to you whilst he held onto your hand for a few seconds, in those few seconds your mind ran through a whole bunch of scenarios. None of them ended well.

‘I better get back’ you announced as you walked to the bathroom door.

Jason saw you looking a little flushed and could tell straight away that you weren’t happy, but you didn’t mention anything.

The night wasn’t so bad as you managed to let your hair down, you and Harry having a great time while Jessica and Jason were the self designated sober people. Staying sober to make sure the drunk ones get home.

You couldn’t remember much from last night as the sunlight hit your face, you just remember going home with Jason.

Like most people, you checked your phone first thing when you saw Jason was already up and facing the day.

‘What the?’ You muttered out loud as you saw a load of texts from an unknown number.

Creepy texts like ‘you looked so cute last night’ and ‘drink some water’. But what really caught your eye was two texts that were sent together a minute apart.

One read ‘glad you got home ok’ and the other, ‘you look so adorable when you sleep’.

You freaked out, seeing you hadn’t replied to any of them, and knowing it wasn’t anyone you were with as you have their numbers saved.

I mean, it couldn’t be, but it had to be, it made sense…did Mitchell send you these? How’d he get your number though? You would never give it to him. Was he watching you?

For the day you tried your best to ignore all the messages and had a good day with just you and Jason. Going for lunch and then to a movie.

Getting home after grocery shopping and watching Netflix until dinner time.

‘Something you want to share?’ Jason asked as he stood behind you while you started up the stove.

You turned around, eyebrows raised as you pushed your glasses up your face. You knew what Jason was getting at, you knew straight away.

‘Something has been bothering you, what is it?’ He asked, you shook your head.

Not because you were in denial, but because you didn’t know where to start. Jason is protective, and you felt dumb for not saying anything.

‘Fine, I’ll just figure out what I’ve done to piss you off’ Jason huffed as he walked out the kitchen.

You walked into the hallway after him and grabbed his hand, getting his attention.

‘You haven’t pissed me off, somethings happened and I need you to stay calm’ you said, softly with a little crack in your voice.

You finally admitted that there was a problem and stopped ignoring it.

You told Jason about everything, the first night you met him, the coffee shop interaction and last night. And the texts, Jason saw them and flipped.

There were options for you now as Jason knew the truth, and he was willing to be by your side at all times.

Of course, when you were at work he couldn’t be as you needed to do that by yourself. The plan was for you to call Jason as you were about to leave.

You’d stayed later this particular day as there was still things you needed catching up on. However, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

You heard a strange noise outside as you looked out the classroom window, but you couldn’t see anything.

You began walking towards the exit to make your way home, however, Mitchell had found his way inside the building and had you cornered.

‘Hello baby’ he smiled, as he began walking toward you, you turned around and began heading the other way.

Running the other side of the building you made it outside, but still had to find a way to get to your car.

Mitchell snuck up behind you as he grabbed ahold of you, throwing you in the floor. Your glasses flew off your face, now you couldn’t see too well.

‘You belong to me you little fucker’ Mitchell growled as he grabbed your ankle and dragged you toward himself.

You spun around onto your back as you kicked Mitchell in the crotch, causing him to let go of you.

Finding your glasses and running to your car, only to not make it all the way in before Mitchell had ahold of you again.

‘You disobey me, you disrespect me, you don’t get to live’ Mitchell screamed as you saw the handgun in your glove compartment.

You flashed back to all those times you went to the shooting range with Jason. He was big on your being able to protecting yourself when he wasn’t around.

He gifted you the handgun at some point in order for Jason to feel better you were able to defend yourself. You grabbed the gun, clicking the safety off and shooting Mitchell in the leg, then the arm. Kicking him the face.

Jason was there in a flash as he got a call to say there had been an attack, he ignored red lights and stop signs, disobeying the speed limit to make it to you.

‘Babe’ Jason called out, running over and placing his hands on your face, kissing you gently.

You were sat on the back of the ambulance, the paramedic was checking you over.

Mitchell was being taken to the hospital after you’d shot him, along with then being arrested after.

‘He’s had a long night, think best for him to go home’ the paramedic smiled as she gave you a wink.

The next few days were going to be tough as you were still dealing with the ordeal, but as long as Jason was there, you didn’t care much.

[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 22

Rosinante x Reader

"You got the details?" Rosinante asked, lighting up a cigarette.

"We got an Italian don." You hand him the file when you stop at a red light.

Rosinante scanned through the information. "Big mob boss, always surrounded by family."

"This isn't going to be easy," you comment, driving when the lights turn green.

"That's why they hired us, darling," Rosinante reminded you with a sly smile, tapping the cigarette against the ashtray.

It's true. You and Rosinante were the best-hired hitmen for the company you worked for. Perhaps it was because you could shoot your target in a heartbeat or that no matter what the hit is, you'd still end their existence in cold blood. However, for this particular job, you two were hired because of your stealth and ability to handle the situation when your target is in a crowded area.

"It says here to be wary of his brother Bege. Guy's got an observant eye."

"He can't see what's not there." You smirk, holding up your hand. Slowly the upper half of your limb vanished before the naked eye.

"Hmph." Rosinante returned the smirk. "Might wanna keep both hands on the wheel."

If you didn't need to keep them on the road, your eyes would've rolled out of your head.

Driving through a few more lights, you parked your car two blocks away from your destination. You got out of the car, stepping onto the sidewalk in time to help Rosinante out of the vehicle, you found out the hard way what happens when you leave the blond man to do normal tasks. If he wasn't your partner in crime, you wouldn't have guessed he's a top-of-the-line hitman.

"M'lady." Rosinante brought your hand to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss on the back as he light closed the door behind him.

You smile, your cold heart fluttering a warmth at his romantic gesture. When he freed your hand, you reached up to his tie, fixing it and adjusting his collar. His face hovered close to yours, eyes staring into the other.

"What am I going to do with you?" You hum, sliding your fingers down his tie.

"How 'bout I treat you to something special after this," Rosinante whispered, hot breath on your brushing your ear.

"I'd like that."

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Rosinante placed his hand on top of your head. "Calm."

You smile up at him, his power now activated on you, though you snap your fingers to double-check. No sounds come from you. Rosinante moves his hand down, cupping your cheek. You kiss him and activate your powers, becoming crystal clear. You pull away, about to leave when you hear Rosinante.

"Be careful out there."

Those words warms you. Looking back, you see your partner enter the building. That makes you refocus on the task at hand and you begin scaling the building.

The plan was for Rosinante to walk among the rest of the mob, dressed as one of them, identify which one is your target and pull him out just enough so you'd have a clear shot. Once the target is down, you hop down, activate your power on him then get out. Easy in, easy out.

The hitman entered the grand hall where the party, scouting out the floor as he lit up a cigarette. Rosinante is silently grateful for the shades covering his eyes, so long as he makes little head movements, no one can notice his eyes darting around the room. Out of the corner of his vision, he spots the window opening and closing on the upper half floor. He knows it's you.

The blond makes his way over to the drinks, keeping his eyes peeled when he spots the target laughing merrily with his brother Bege. Rosinante picked up a tray of wine glasses and strolled over to the duo, offering drinks to others casually to blend in. He turned his back to the pair when he was right next to them, bumped into someone on purpose and fell back with wine glasses spilling their contents behind him and onto the target and his brother.

"What the hell?!" The target exclaimed as the red wine soaked his clothes. Others backed away from the mess on the floor. He glared at Rosinante. "Hey buddy, you should watch your step."

"Forgive me, godfather." Rosinante bowed his head. "I'll clean it up I swear."

"Impossible, you can't remove wine stains from this." He gestures to his collar shirt.

"Want me to deal with him, brother?" Bege offered.

"Ehhh, just knock 'im real good, that'll oughtta teach him a lesson."

Bege nodded. Rosinante's eyes widened, this wasn't how- Bege knocked the blond out with the back of his gun. He smirked, hearing the loud bang of a gun.

Shit. Rosinante's power wore off. Your target hit the floor but now everyone knows it's because he got shot.

"GODFATHER!"

"The shot came from over there!"

"Get them! We'll make 'em pay!"

You dashed away from your spot. Since Rosinante always used his power on you, you never knew how loud your footsteps were.

"This way! I hear 'em."

Crap. It wasn't supposed to go this way. You need to get Rosinante.

"Bastard is around the corner."

"Rosi..." you breathe through your teeth. Heavy pants express your stress. You're being backed into a corner against the window. You need to slow your breaths and be quiet.

"We gotcha now!"

The mobster turned the corner and began firing. Gunshots pierced your flesh. The window behind you breaks, glass shards flying. Their bullets push you out and you fall to the ground.

Your clear clear fruit deactivating and its spirit leaving your husk.

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[sombrashe]

Shadow 0-1

content afab gender neutral reader, drinking, drunk driving, one-night stand, use of princess, first time, reader is a virgin and graves has no clue, drunk sex, love at first sight (because I want it to be), nipple play, misgendering (graves calls reader a woman without correction), penetration, safe sex

notes this was going to be chapter on ao3 where reader and graves keep on meeting up randomly and having one-night stands slowly falling in love with each other. this is very much self-indulgent

He doesn't know why he's here, at some local bar in his hometown. He's downing drinks with some of his old drinking buddies, convincing him to take a break from the cold winter of the north to visit them. Their conversation is muffled as he continues to stare at someone. They had walked in a few hours ago with a woman. She looked older, almost like she could be their mother. You noticed him staring after a few minutes.

Even though his eyes caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stand, you appreciated the attention. You finally looked over after an hour of his eyes burning holes into your body. You notice one of the men that was with him is now missing. Which left a space for you to finally get a good look at him. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and pants with pockets for miles. You look over his body, and he notices. His head tilts with a lopsided grin, but you only notice his eyes. They're mesmerizing, and you end up beside him. The third man seems to notice what is going on through his drunken state and walks off with a clap to the man's shoulder.

"I'm surprised no one has whisked you off to fuck yet."

You don't know why you said that. Your voice was coming with a gag as you felt a dizzy spell take over you. Immediately you feel terrible.

"Sorry, that was rude. I say stupid stuff when I've been drinking. I'm not a huge drinker, to be honest, they kind of make me dizzy, and I hate being dizzy... I mean, another thing they do is make me ramble. I become a talker when I'm drinking," you pause for a nervous laugh, "I'm rambling, aren't I?"

You're wringing your hands and going to turn away, your embarrassment eating away at you. God, you were terrible at this.

"What's your name?"

His voice startled you. It was deep with a twang. You stutter out your answer. The alcohol makes you much too hot. You want to be naked and lay down with a fan ghosting over your sweaty skin. Your thoughts drift as you think about him, what he looked like naked and sweaty. What were his clothes hiding?

"Wanna go back to my place?"

You're surprised you made the offer; you've never offered that before. But the way his eyes were staring into yours had you clenching your thighs together.

"Won't your lady friend miss you?" He gestures towards your coworker who you were drinking with.

"No, she's had her eye on this woman all night. I'm sure she'd be happy she can finally make a move."

You rush off without another word. Making your way up to your coworker, you mumble what's happening in her ear, and she grins at you.

"Have fun. Be safe."

Her voice is soft, and she stands, finally able to make her first move of the night. You move through the crowd and back in his direction. His seat is now empty. Your heart sank, and you wanted to rest your forehead on the cold counter to calm your shame.

God, of course, he left. You were such a mess when you were drunk.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting." His voice makes you jump, and you spin around to face him. He's a lot taller than you initially thought; he makes you feel small.

"No, not at all. I just got back."

"Good."

He moves out his hand for you to lead the way, and you do so. Grasping at his hand, you're unsure whether to keep it casual or link your fingers. Your nerves are on fire, and your face burns as you lead him outside. There's a chill in the air, and you're thankful for the breeze.

"Um, so my coworker drove us... we can take an Uber."

He shakes his head and reaches into one of his pockets to pull out a set of keys.

"Just give me your address, princess."

You become flustered at the nickname. He watches as you falter before clearing your throat. The ride to your house is quick, only a few minutes away. Your fingers are tapping against your plush thighs the entire ride. The movement from the car on the gravel road causes them to jiggle. He's had a few one-night stands before, but never has he been so excited and eager to ruin a stranger.

When you finally arrive at your tiny house, you're nervous. Stumbling over the rocks in your driveway, you unlock your door. Him following so close you can practically feel his breath against your neck. You start rambling again, alcohol and nerves getting the better of you. Your voice cuts off when you feel his body press against yours.

"How 'bout you strip for me? Show me how much you want to fuck the stranger you picked up."

You turn towards him. Breaking eye contact, you throw your purse onto the bench, resting against your wall. Once it settles into place, you reach for the hem of your shirt. Pulling it up, you expose the soft expanse of your stomach and the pink-laced bra underneath. Even though you had no plan of getting laid, you still opted for a matching set. His eyes never leave your body. His back is leaned against the door as he watches you bend to remove your jeans. Your stomach folds as you do so, and his cock jumps in his pants. Never had someone made him so flustered before. Even in this drunken state, he was normally pretty good at staying collected.

Not with you.

Discarding them, you're left in nothing but lace. Your strapped heels have been taken off at the door.

"I said strip, not get ready for bed."

He scoffs, and his accent sends a tingle down your spine.

"Sorry, sir."

You're surprised at your obedience. He stiffens at the choice of words, and you let your bra slide off your arms. He takes in your form and reaches out to gently ghost the bed of his nails across your nipples. You bite your lip; his strange touch is electrifying.

"Fuck, sweetheart, maybe I should play with your tits for a while. See if the stimulation alone can make you cum."

You whine out as he twists your nipples in each hand. You know you can, having had plenty of practice with yourself. He bends at the knee, never breaking eye contact. He captures one of your nipples in his mouth.

"Oh."

Your voice is high as he slightly bites down, just enough to send a shockwave to your core. You clench your thighs as he pulls at the other one. Your high is coming quicker than you're used to, and you're surprised as you cum. Your breathing is shaky as he pulls away.

"Can't wait to fuck you."

He licks his lips like a predator who finally caught its prey, and you're intoxicated by the implication. You grab at his hand and lead him towards your bedroom. Even your nerves couldn't overwhelm the painful ache as your walls grasp around nothing. Pausing, you search through your drawers and find a half-used bottle of lube. You reach it out toward him, and he looks it over.

"So I don't know how big you are. You can choose whichever condom you think'll fit."

You crawl into your bed and sit on it cross-legged as he searches.

"You have one of every type of box?"

"I have a lot of partners. You're not the first stranger I've hooked up with."

A lie. You were a virgin, and having a strange man in your house moments away from fucking you was not something you thought you'd ever experience.

He gives you a grin, "An experienced woman, I like that."

Your stomach clenches, but you put your thoughts on the back burner. You would never see him again, so what's the point of correcting him? His shirt and jeans are quickly discarded and piled onto your floor. You're both left in nothing but your underwear. He removes his first, rolling the condom down his much bigger-than-you-were-anticipating shaft. You're nervous again, but seeing him so eager to fuck you has you soaking through your panties. He grabs some lube and fists it around his cock.

He was gorgeous. His body was toned and covered in different-sized scars. You wondered if he was military, you'd never seen someone like him in your town. You're biting your lips as you subconsciously spread your legs. He's grinning at the action, and he goes to grab at them. Missing the first time, he blinks and finally makes contact. His fingers sink into your skin, and he kneads the delicate flesh.

He notices your legs closing, attempting to stop the painful action. He moves his fingertips higher and reaches for the pink lace covering the part he wants to see most. They're pulled off, and you thank whatever beings above that you got that Brazilian. He shifts closer to you and moves one of his hands to wrap it around his hard cock. He's lining up at your entrance, and to cut out the risk of grabbing at him, you flop onto your back.

"Need me that badly?" He chuckles.

You let out a groan as he pushes his cock into your entrance. He takes a moment to adjust and watches as your eyebrows furrow and your jaw clenches. Fuck, the way your walls mold around him. And in his drunken state, he doesn't think to ask if you're okay. He starts to thrust, absentmindedly slow at first. Keeping his strokes long and deep as he focused solely on feeling the way your walls suck him in with each flick of his hips.

Your face slowly relaxes as moans leave your perfect lips. He wants to lean in and bite at them, bite at you until you're covered in his marks. He stays put, just fucking in and out of your tight wet cunt. He's groaning above you and has to grip your thighs to keep them open. You continue to strain against his hands. Pain mixed with pleasure as his thrusts become sharper and his hips snap against your thighs.

"Oh fuck." You're moaning out.

He was experienced; how he rolled his hips had you arching your back. You're so glad you chose him tonight. If he was this good when drunk, you could only imagine him sober. Every so often, his thrusts would become sloppy, and he would slip out of you. The small amount of red mixed with your slick was something his drunk mind ignored. Every time he slipped out, he would tap the swollen head of his cock against your sensitive clit three times before pushing back in. The way his cock pounded into you was delicious. Your body is aching to cum for him. His thrusts become shallow, and his thumb finds purchase against your clit.

"Such a pretty pussy. Can't be cumming before you, can I, princess?"

You're so eager. The abusive pace at which his body slams into yours has you reeling as the coil finally snaps. A feeling foreign to you washes over you. White hot pleasure soaks his cock, smearing against your swollen cunt. When you're finally done shaking, you notice he's pulled out of you completely.

"Where's your trash can?" He's holding the used condom in his hand, slick coating his fingers.

You tiredly point towards the hallway.

"First door after you go out."

He nods and gathers his clothes. He walks out of the room, and you sit up.

God, you were exhausted.

You yawn and pull a new pair of underwear and a long t-shirt from your drawers. Slipping on the shirt, you leave your panties in your hand until you can go to the bathroom. The pain was almost mind-numbing and you wanted a hot bath. Hearing the door open, you go out to see him fully dressed. He's looking around, seeming to forget where the front door is. You're a little upset, your blissed-out mind wanting to be held, but you've been told that one-night stands don't usually stay the night. Especially not if they're as attractive as him. You walk to the end of the hallway and point toward the front door.

"Exit’s that way."

You think you see surprise in his eyes, but you can't tell like this.

"Thanks."

With that, he walks out of your life.

[phoenix-ash234]

Business Partners?

Fionna gets done talking to Prismo about using how he makes people happy at his college parties as the basis for his business. Prismo is barely fuctioning at that point. Scarab decides to finally see why everyone enjoys Prismo so much and how Scarab can learn how to be more likable.

Scarab still can't figure it out and thinks it was a bad idea to even come. "Scarab buddy youuu made it." Prismo is way to drunk to stand or speak.

Scarab asks Fionna if she can help by getting everyone out of Prismo's place. As Prismo lays in bed he has one more thing to say.

"Hey Scrabby do you think you could help me run a business. I know you could be good on the actual business side of things. I don't know just think about it... " Prismo falls asleep before he even finish's talking.

Scarab ends up thinking it over but decides against it.

Around a year later Prismo starts up Wedding Wishes but sees business not get anywhere because of how bad he is at keeping schedules and phone conversations. So he lists a job online for an in person interview.

Scarab sees the job offer and gets upset that Prismo started the business anyway. So he drives to the building to see whats going on. He walks in to Prismo tidying up. "Scrabby long time no see,what brings you here?" Scarab is confused, "The job interview?" "Oh yeah that I'm gonna be honest with you I need someone now."

Scarab begins working for Prismo but he can't help but feel hurt that Prismo forgot the offer. When he starts the job he tries to avoid Prismo altogether but ends up yelling at him for thinking he could do something on his own. A few months of things getting better Scarab asks Prismo about the offer he made ages ago. " Is that why your here, Scarab I was super out of it so I didn't think you of all people would take it seriously, but I am really glad you still chose to be here."

"I may not seem all too thrilled to work on jobs with you but trust me when I say I will be with you every step of the way," Scarab says as they kiss. "So, um you wanna hang out at my place tonight?" Prismo asks as Scarab is still in his arms. "If your house is anything like your college apartment I am leaving you right now." "Uh um, no definitely not everythings spic and span." "Oh Prismo, already lying to me, well see you," Prismo can't tell if Scarab is joking as he begins to walk out the door. He then sees Scarab wait by Prismo's car with a smug smile on his face.

"You are going to be the death of me aren't you?" Prismo asks as he unlocks the car. "Only with you," Scarab answers as he sits down. Prismo smiles as he drives.

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I feel like Camille does get hurt bc she tells Henry she loves Sid unlike she’s ever loved him and Henry finally lashes out, calling her a whore and gold digger on the streets getting people’s attention and these group of guys in Penguins jerseys recognize her and step in, keeping her safe.

I do love geno finding her bc I feel like he’s so protective of Sid and didn’t open up to Camille right away, worrying she was after him for the wrong reasons. Kris would be the one driving Sid around to keep an eye on him while Geno searches and finds her on foot

I’m doing the read more thing, not because we are talking smut but because some of this might be sensitive to y’all so if you’ve read the ask and think you might get triggered please don’t read on! Also I’ve just done the first part of this because idk if she ends up calling Geno or if he walks into the bar to see her sat there literally in tears as these hockey fans try to comfort her.

Camille was terrified as Henry pulled her out of his car “please just let me go home.” She begged with tears forming in her eyes “don’t you see that your home is with me.” Henry had this look in his eyes that made her feel sick.

She shook her head “I love Sidney and Rosie.” She cried seeing him turn around as he glared at her “you’re just a whore for him!” He yelled gripping his fingers into her hair making her wince as he pulled her head back “I don’t love you.” Camille shook her head saying the worst thing she possibly could have in that moment.

He used his free hand to slap her face “hey!” A loud voice echoed from behind them causing Henry to let go of her as she dropped to her knees in shock “that’s not your girl now is that?” Another asked as the third went to help Camille up.

She instantly recognised them from some of the games as they used to make Rosie giggle when she saw them on the jumbotron “she just needed to be reminded of her place.” The three were all in penguins jerseys and got defensive of the girl that they knew was with their captain “I think you need to be reminded of yours.” One warned as he stepped closer to Henry who instead decided that it wasn’t worth the fight tonight.

The boys all frowned seeing the girl wrap her arms around the boy who helped her up “thank you.” She sobbed honestly letting the idea of what he could have done to her only hit now “don’t mention it.” He smiled as he offered her his coat seeing that the pregnant woman probably needed it more.

They watched her wipe the blood from her now busted lip as they sighed “look our buddy owns that bar over there and you’re welcome to come wait-” they didn’t need to finish their offer before she took it deciding that it was the only safe place to be.

[roadtogracelandx45]

Courage Under Fire| Pre-War Part 10| Band of Brothers

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The next chapter we are finally getting into the good stuff. And I am o excited for it.

Pre-War part 10

June- August 1942 

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Columbia, Georgia 

Dick Winters rarely left Fort Benning on weekend passes, like Lewis and the others who went out on most passes to Columbia. A  lot of the time Olivia Stewart, the now head nurse, went with them, mostly to keep them in line. 

And them being Lewis Nixon, the man who occupied his mind more and more of his mind, he didn’t quite understand why he was feeling this pull to this man but he was and he figured he might as well go with them this time around so Olivia could enjoy her promotion without having to babysit Lewis or the others. 

“Holy crow.’ Olivia’s voice shook him out of his thoughts, she had walked up behind him and offered him a smile, “Is Dick Winters actually joining us for a night out?”

 “I figured that you needed a night off of wrangling Nix to enjoy yourself and your promotion.” He returned, his eyes crinkling at the corners when her face lit up. She had tried to play it off the night before he and Lewis caught up to her after dinner like it was nothing but it was something big for her.  Especially after she lost her brothers, and had to meet South Carolina’s district attorney about her mother’s case. A meeting he and Lewis had the pleasure of sitting in on. 

 “You have no idea.” she admitted softly, “Amber is driving me up the wall too, she hates that I got the promotion and she didn’t. And if anything else happens. We get the ax and are out of the program.”  He nodded his head, he and Lewis had been there and heard it, and at first, it didn’t stop the others who missed Olivia breaking Amber’s nose from trying to provoke another fight between them.  

Dick and Lewis had been able to break up a lot of the time; it had gotten easier when Hill had dropped out after failing the map reading tests, allowing Olivia to be in the three-man barracks. At first, it had made Dick wildly uncomfortable but he understood.  

“Olivia, how did you get Dick out of his hiding place?” One of the other men asked as he and his buddy passed, they were all heading towards the same place, a rickety bus stop but like always Olivia waited for Lewis to come out of the barracks. 

“Darlin’, I have my ways.” She returned, offering a teasing smile. 

‘Oh, we have heard of your ways sweetheart.” 

“What ways would that be?” Lewis asked joining the two. Over the short 10 weeks they had been there, Lewis had gotten a reputation of being Olivia’s fiercest protector and the other men learned not to mess with her. Dick was steps behind him. 

“She puts out on top of her family name. And that's how she gets ahead.’ 

“Pardon me?” “Repeat that?” Both Dick and Lewis questioned, while the woman in question grabbed a hold of Lewis’s arm to keep him by her. Dick always seemed to keep this cool the best so she didn’t have to worry about him like she did with Lewis.  

“Where did you hear that?”  When the man didn’t answer, Lewis took steps toward him threateningly only to be stopped by both Olivia and Dick. “Let me guess, Amber Scott said something,” Olivia commented.  

Adam, the man, nodded his head causing her to scoff and raise her eyes to the sky as if she was trying to gather strength not to go back and get into it with Amber.  

“That is such bullshit,” Lewis complained as Dick shook his head and muttered something about language under his breath. “If anything, she is the one that is sleeping around.” 

“What?!” Olivia was floored, this was the first she was hearing of this and normally, Lewis told her everything.  

“We will talk about it later, love.” He said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye causing her to frown and cross her arms, “We better.” 

“You can’t blame the rumors can you?” Adam’s friend, Kenneth asked, “Especially after she was moved into your barracks. Amber said that.’ He fell quiet when his eyes fell on Olivia. “What did she say?” He shook his head embarrassed, sex talk was normal between him and the boys but bringing it up in front of the ladies. 

Especially one as classy as Olivia Stewart.

 “Kenneth, what did she say?” Olivia’s question came out a little more firm than she meant but she needed to know.  

On Dick’s urging as well as Harding’s, she had started keeping track of what Amber was doing just in case she had ever proved her innocence. 

“That you were having sex with both of them.”  He finally answered, unable to bring himself to look at any of them. ‘At the same time.” Adam added when he saw the look of confusion on the girl’s face.  

“What? How does that work?” She questioned as Lewis took a step back to her and whispered into her ear what he meant by that.  Her face turned a brilliant shade of red that matched the color of Dick’s hair and it caused him to smirk, the last few nights he had been imagining the three of them together. But he wasn’t going to throw that out there and embarrass the other two. 

Both Dick and Olivia were innocent and pure to the point that corrupting them seemed like a sin. A sin he was willing to go to hell for. 

‘Never mind. I don’t want to know,’ She stammered, raising her hands to cover her burning cheeks.  “I will explain about that later too.”  He whispered before pressing a kiss to her cheek and leading her toward the bus stop where the rickety bus was waiting to take them into town. 

Dick followed behind them shaking his head in disbelief.

**

“Come on Dick,” Olivia said, holding her hand out to him a while later, they were at a local bar that played music and had a space for dancing. “Oh no, Liv.” He started. 

‘Aw, Dick, don’t ruin her fun.” Lewis returned as he sat down heavily in the chair next to him, his hand pulling the bottle of Vat .69 to him, forehead beaded with sweat and his tie loosened, “You are the one that wanted to enjoy herself. And I haven’t seen her smile like that in a long time.” 

 It was true, the smile that she had was the truest, brightest, and happiest smile he had seen since she opened the front door and saw him standing there before her debutante ball. “One dance is all I ask for.” She held up a finger and Dick felt his shoulder slump in defeat, he could understand why Lewis and most other men in her life had a hard time saying no to her. 

 “Fine. One dance.” He agreed, taking her outstretched hand. Thankful that it was a slower song and not one of the fast-paced ones that they had been playing before. 

“Are you sure you are okay with that?” Amber’s snotty voice asked from behind him, her dark eyes were on the two. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He returned swallowing some of the Vat .69, “Olivia and I are just friends. I have no claim on her.”

 He was thankful that Olivia had gone with a brown dress that covered her lower neck and most of her collarbone; he had left marks and bites there the night before when he snuck into her shower. 

 It had been over a month since they had been together and he was going a little stir crazy. Thankfully Dick hadn’t said anything when he came back into the room, his hair still damp from the shower or Olivia wearing her hair down around her shoulders.  

“You know we don’t believe that.” She retorted, “She has you wrapped around her little finger and we all know it.” 

“Miss. Scott mind your own business. You are already on thin ice. One more transgression and you are out of the Army Nursing Corp for good. And your daddy’s gambling debts go unpaid.” 

Amber was stunned, “how did you know about that?’ 

“I have my ways, sweetheart. Spread any more rumors about me and Olivia or her in general and you are going to be very sorry.”   

“Why, why would you do that to me?” 

 “Because you are hurting someone I love. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for that girl.” He tore his eyes away from the two on the dance floor to look at her, a twisted smirk forming on his mouth, “Just be thankful, she doesn’t know about you trying to sleep with me. You think she was upset by you bringing her family into this. I am a whole other story.” 

 “Lew! Come on!’ Olivia’s voice called, pulling his attention back to her and Dick. Dick had succeeded in getting her to agree to go back on the first bus back so she and Lewis could both sleep off whatever hangover they had before their final tests. 

“Comin’ Liv.” He downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass before picking the bottle up and going over to the two. 

“What was that about?” Olivia’s green eyes cut to where Amber was moving her lips silently. 

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I handled it.’  

“I don’t like the sound of that at all.” He pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek before stumbling into the street. 

**

Dick didn’t know how Olivia did this every time they had a pass. He was exhausted by the time he had wrangled both of them on and off of the bus and towards their barracks. Lewis was holding his own being able to walk and do things on his own while Olivia who he hadn’t realized had drank a lot more of Lewis’ Vat .69, after much coaxing from Lewis, was singing Dixieland and twirling herself around in the rain that had started between the time they got onto the bus and the time the bus driver who took pity on Dick and pulled closer to Fort Benning. 

“Good luck.’ The driver had said with a dry laugh. Dick didn’t realize how much he was going to need it until that moment. The laughter coming from Olivia was infectious, Lewis was snickering and mumbling something about wishing he had a video camera, and even Dick wanted to laugh. But until he got them safely to their barracks, he couldn't. 

** 

Lewis pulled her to him once they were in the barracks, Dick saying something about going down to the water spout and getting them water for the rest of the night. “Lew? What are you doing? Dick is going to be back soon.” 

“So?” He returned, his fingers working on undoing the buttons of her dress.

 “So I thought we decided it was best that no one knows about us.” Her fingers caught his belt and pulled him closer to her. His cock was already starting to harden and press against the trousers 

“Dick isn't just anyone.”  He muttered as his free hand fisted into the material of the dress before lowering his mouth onto hers. 

Kissing her breathless. He knew that she would question him and try and understand but at that moment, all he wanted and needed was her. 

“Make it quick then.” her voice was faint and there was a pink blush covering her cheeks. He smirked against her mouth and backed them towards the chair that Olivia used, he wanted to be quick about it but at the same time, the thought of Dick catching them thrilled him almost as much as doing the actual deed did. 

This was the first time they had done anything that wasn't from the side or him being on top of her and she was unsure what to do. Sensing her uneasiness Lewis wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled onto his lap. She whimpered, feeling his cock pressing against her panty-clad center. His free hand started undoing the buttons of her dress so he could slip his hand inside and touch and squeeze her breast. 

“Lew.” she whimpered as he used the hand holding onto her waist to rock against him.

** 

Dick moved Olivia’s canteen into his arm so he could pull open the door to the barracks and froze when he saw the position they were in through the window.  Yes, he hadn't been completely blind to what they did under his nose, one night when he came back from guard duty, she was in Lewis’ bed cuddled into him.

He just chalked it up to her having repeated nightmares from losing James and Nicholas and he knew the night before when Lewis had wandered off and ended up in the shower with her.  A part of him, deep down, was jealous. Not of Olivia. 

No. 

She was a very beautiful young woman. 

It was because she was with Lewis.  

Startled at the realization, he took a step back and took a breath before pulling the door open and letting it bang against the wall. 

‘Son of a bitch.” Olivia exclaimed, going to pull the top of her dress back together and stand up at the same time but Lewis who pulled her tight against him again rolling his hips into hers. 

“Lew, stop.” She whimpered, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder. She could feel the burn of Dick's eyes on them as the man himself neared their beds and dropped the canteens on the end of her bed. Sue glanced at Lewis and saw that his eyes were on Dick.

  “Lew, let me up. I'm sure he isn't going to faint dead away at the site of your,”

 “Cock.” Lewis filled in smirking at first the blush that covered Olivia's cheeks then at the scowl on Dick's face. 

He winced when she pinched his nipple, “Behave Lewis. I meant your lap. ”  He pressed a kiss to her mouth and let her off of his lap. 

“I am, um gonna clean up.” She swayed a bit and steadied herself just as Dick was reaching out for her. 

“I am good, I am good.” She assured him, “Take care of him.” 

 “Always.” As soon as the word left his mouth, he regretted it. “I know.” She returned as she gathered her items to go to clean up and get ready for bed, she paused next to him and pressed a kiss against his cheek. 

 “You are so lucky that it was me that came in and not Harding or Sanders.”  Still smirking, Lewis stood up and straightened his pants out, “Harding was more drunk than we are, and Sanders is probably face down in some dame’s chest right about now. Don’t worry so much Dick.” 

**

 Camp Meade, Maryland

**

“Welcome to Camp Meade, Ladies,” Olivia said almost 3 weeks later, Alice, Betsy, and Amber had graduated OCS and left Benning on the second of July and were sent right from there to Maryland. Spending the Fourth of July with Olivia’s uncle Micheal and Aunt Helen in DC for a short break before going back to the camp. “I am First Lieutenant Olivia Stewart.” Her green eyes flicked over the girls who were standing in front of her as she walked down the length of the mess hall, “And sadly, for the next few weeks, I am going to be your worst nightmare. ” She paused when she saw Evie standing at the end of the row, she turned on her heel and went back down the row, the anger and hurt she had felt toward Evie resurfaced, her eyes caught Alice’s and she raised her eyebrow in question. 

“I, along with Sargents Anderson, Michaels, and Scott, were informed before we came here from Benning that they are going to be training us to go into active war areas.”  “What?” “She can’t be serious.” Floated around the room. “Sadly, I am very serious. Our training was going to take a lot longer but this is going to be accelerated and it is going to be stressful.” She licked her lips and put her hands on her hips, “Most of us will be shipped to Pearl Harbor and from there to other military hospitals near or in the active war zone.’  

She hated that she had to be the one to say that but to them, she had been tapped at Micheal’s house and told that she had to be the leader. 

“Some of us will go to other camps that are doing basic training and will be attached to the battalion if not companies and we will follow them to wherever they go either it be Europe, Africa, Australia, or New Zealand. I don’t want to be that person, but this is what we signed up for. If you are too afraid and this isn’t what you think we should be doing, then there's the door. No one will hold it against you if you do.” 

Amber, who had been silent since they had left Meade and Lewis’ threat, swallowed back the laughter that was bubbling up. There would be so much judgment. The three girls had become a little clique and left her out of things. She had wanted it that way, but she wouldn’t be remiss to say that she hated that she was missing out.  After meeting Michael Stewart and his younger sister Careen, she understood where Liv got her charm from and she shouldn't really fault her for it but at the same time, she still hated her. 

When no one made to move towards the door, Olivia wetted her hips, “We are going to break you into groups, half will be with me, and the other half will be with Lieutenant Jameson.” The other Lieutenant was an older woman from Boston and scared the bejesus out of the 4 girls that had been there since the 5th. 

Evie was surprised when her name was called to join Olivia’s group and how her friend pointedly ignored her and called several girls that included Lily, Louise, Daisy, Adele, and Ruthie, among others. Maybe this was her chance to get her friend back, she hated how lonely the neighborhood had been since Olivia left again and how out of control and moody both Bobby and Bill got. Shortly after they had graduated, the two boys got into a fight with a couple of the others and were arrested shortly afterwards.  

“Olivia, can I talk to you?” She asked once they were dismissed to go to their barracks. 

“It’s Lieutenant and no you can’t.’ Olvia returned icily as she motioned for Daisy, Adele, and Ruthie to follow her. 

“You are Evie right?” Betsy asked from behind her, curious. One night out, Olivia told her the whole story about how she ended up in Charleston again to take care of her great great grandfather, how she and Bill broke up because he cheated on her with Evie, how it broke her heart, and how it led to her ending up with Lewis. At first, when she heard the pieced-together version of the story from Lewis, she had put a lot of fault on Olivia, but then hearing it she understood, she would have reacted the same way if it happened to her. 

Once Evie nodded her head, Betsy carried on, “I would give her time, she is extremely hurt with everything that has gone on with you and Bill and is struggling with Nicholas and James’s deaths and her mother’s arrest. She may come around, she may not, but that is something you deserve. No friend should ever sleep with their friend’s boyfriend. No matter the reasoning.” 

Evie looked down at the ground, upset, she knew that Betsy was right and she should have known better that Olivia would magically forgive her now that they were together at the same camp.  But the good thing was that she had time to get on her good side. 

**

“Lieutenant wasn’t joking when she said that this was going to be hard.” Adele Stevens complained as she sat down at one of the benches in the mess hall, they had been in Meade for almost 2 weeks and they had proceeded to push all this information into their heads and showed them how to do dressings and treat wounds on top of the basic physical training in the field. That was on top of the administrative, organization, sanitation, and ward and clinical nursing. 

It was exhausting. But it was so rewarding.  “No, she wasn't.” Daisy Goodwin agreed as she covered her yawn with her hand before looking down the table at Olivia who had her chin propped up on her hand, her eyes closed, for the last few nights, she had nightmares every few hours. 

The night before Daisy had woken up and seen that she was sitting up in her bed, knee pulled to her chest staring out of the window in an almost unsettling manner. A runner stopped by the end of the table where Olivia was at and whispered something to her. There was almost a look of panic that crossed her face before the mask went back into place. 

“I wonder what that is about.”

*** 

General Forbes's office 

** 

“General?  You wanted to see me? “ Olivia asked, sticking her head into the office. “Yes, Olivia, come in.’ “No one else died right?’  Elizabeth looked up and offered her a soft smile, "Oh no, no, I needed to talk to you about where you are going next, with the group you have been working with.” Olivia pulled a face at the thought of having to keep working with Amber Scott. There were several moments where they had been toe to toe yelling at each other. 

The General swallowed the laughter that bubbled up, Finn had said repeatedly that Robert was the twin most like him but the more she got to know Olivia the more she saw Finn. The eye roll and inaudible scoff and the curse that normally followed was a big case and point. “We are going to send you and your girls to Camp Toccoa to the paratroopers.’ 

“The what?” 

“The paratroopers. They jump  out of planes with their full gear to fight.”  

If her fear of planes and flying was starting to kick in, Forbes couldn't tell, and she was glad it wasn't because these girls were going to need her, and the boys including her twin brother who was going to be there were going to need it and Olivia needed it. The added surprise of her seeing Bobby was a bonus. 

“You are going to leave in two days' time.” “Yes ma'am.” she said, “I will go tell the girls. Thank you.”  Forbes nodded her head returning the salute.

** 

The girls were still sitting at the table when Olivia came back into the mess hall. “Alright ladies.” she started after taking the pre-offered coffee cup, “General Forbes told me we are to Camp Toccoa and join the paratroopers in training in two days' time.” “Does that mean we are going with them when they ship out?” Lily, one of the nurses, who was deathly shy and had been taken under Olivia and the other's wings. “Yes, but Lil, we will be together and I will make sure we stay together for as long as possible.”