#I mean you all know my main has PEP | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

whipped-for-kpop-fics · 10 months ago

Text

Bend & Break - C.SC

🥺Who: Choi Seungcheol (Seventeen) x female reader 🥺What: coworkers. friends to fuckers. smut. 🥺Wordcount: 10k 🥺Warnings: Profanity. Sex toys. Dom!reader. Sub!Seungcheol. Petnames from reader to Cheol(baby, sweetheart, little one, good boy, babyboy). Kink discussion. Safeword discussion. Teasing. Fingering by reader to self. Cheol licks/sucks a dildo. He's very needy and desperate <3. Edging(Cheol receiving). Begging(Cheol). Cheol cries(from pleasure dw). Reader just wants to ruin Seungcheol and that's so relatable. Sort of ambigious ending I guess in regards to the future of their relationship.

Summary; You've recently been hired due to the sunshine personality you showed for an interview, purely with the intention of the company pairing you up with Seungcheol to counteract his grumpy attitude around the office. Nobody realises it's just a work persona of yours and when someone does, it's none other than Choi Seungcheol himself.

Minors do NOT interact. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in the bio.

-2024 Masterlist-

A/N; this story would've never happened if the wonderful @bitchlessdino hadn't taken pity on me and my empty brain and slid an idea over to me. And letting me run wild and turn it into a sub cheol smut. Thank you so much for screaming about this with me, sweetheart <3

Edited: 21/12/24

Being the new hire anywhere isn't ever really a thrilling experience for anyone. Being the new hire mostly because of the fake persona you showed at the interview is even worse. Because now, you have to keep acting like the bubbly, happy-go-lucky person you had pretended to be two months ago.

Still, the pay is good, the hours aren't gruelling and although you're part of a dozen-strong team, you share a comfortable little office with only one other person, so you figure it's not the worst trade-off.

Though you still haven't yet decided if your work partner is reason enough to change your mind about that.

Choi Seungcheol is the very reason you were hired; to counteract his frankly miserable attitude around the office. Not that he much leaves your shared office, but when he does he's likely to be glaring at whoever is making the most noise, or simply asking him a question that isn't entirely necessary.

He has the world's most severe case of resting bitch face too, which regularly causes issues with clients. So you were hired to be the pep in client meetings and steer things in the correct direction when Seungcheol is seconds from saying something that could risk the contract, or a trip to HR.

Seungcheol isn't the type to fake interest in the personal lives of clients or colleagues; he's just here to work. And honestly, you respect that a hell of a lot. But it also means you shoulder all the small talk and have to look at pictures of people's pets, kids, and holidays that you really could not give less shits about.

And all of that means that although Seungcheol is a hard worker and you're beyond happy to have a competent partner at your side, he is one of the main reasons for your rising stress levels. Just once you'd like to not have to be the smiling balm to soothe the sting of his harsh demeanour and blunt words.

Alas, Seungcheol is not going to change his ways, especially when he doesn't know that you could really do with him pulling his weight in the charm department.

Which is made very apparent on one particular day with a new client who seems to consistently bump heads with Seungcheol.

The meeting is an hour of Seungcheol's nastiest bitch face and the client's obnoxious attitude flaunting the “customer is always right” motto the company stupidly prides itself on. You want to tell the client to go fuck himself on more than one occasion throughout the meeting, but you can't seeing as you'd like to be able to keep receiving a pay check.

As soon as the meeting is over, Seungcheol is out of there, no doubt halfway back to your shared office before you can even exit the little conference room thanks to the client deciding that “you just have to visit the resort I vacationed in. Here, let me show you the site”. So you're stuck pretending to be interested in the fancy foreign resort that the client shows you on his phone for the next handful of minutes before you can finally leave.

After all that you really need a break, so instead of going straight back to your office you walk straight past it and to the supply room for your floor.

Once inside the small room of shelving units full of various office supplies, you just stand there, eyes squeezed closed and hands tight on your hips while you focus on trying to calm yourself down with some deep breathing.

You're so focused that you don't hear the door open a few minutes later. The gentle tap of shoes on the hard flooring has your eyes snapping open and over to where Seungcheol, of all people, is standing with one hand raised to grab a new packet of printer paper, but his attention is entirely on you. He looks bewildered; one eyebrow raised and the other scrunched a little with his head tilted slightly.

You immediately slap on your usual bright smile, entirely fake but nobody has ever noticed that before, and grab a new, empty folder from the shelf near you. “I didn't know we need new paper already, I would've grabbed it myself if I knew,” you chirp, already walking towards the exit but the room isn't wide enough for there to be enough space around Seungcheol for you to just breeze on by like you want to. And he doesn't step aside either.

“Well, guess everyone's favourite isn't all sunshine and rainbows after all,” he replies with a smug smirk. “I wonder how everyone will react to knowing the truth about you.

“I don't know what you mean, Seungcheol.” You smile sweetly then skirt around him and leave before he can say anything else so you can return to your shared office to get to work on the new client file.

You expect Seungcheol to say something when he returns; to try and taunt you and goad you some more yet he doesn't say a thing, he just silently refills the paper in the printer and gets back to work.

For a whole week, Seungcheol has you on edge; he keeps smirking at you knowingly and making vague comments around others in what you know is an attempt to get you to break. But you hold on strong and don't show a single sign that the you everyone in the office knows, isn't you at all.

It's pretty much a week to the exact minute that you break. Another meeting with that same client that goes about as well as the first has you back in the supply room counting your breaths.

You're very certain that your printer does not need more paper already when you look over at the footsteps entering the small room.

Seungcheol isn't even pretending to be there for any reason other than to watch you break. He's leaning against the unit on his right with his arms crossed over his chest and a cocky smirk on his face.

And finally, enough is enough.

“You need to fucking stop,” you warn. His face lights up in victory at you not even attempting to put on the higher, friendlier pitch you use at work; your customer service voice that you even use for your colleagues. “Seriously, Seungcheol, stop it,” you reiterate while heading towards the exit.

This time, Seungcheol purposely stands in your path and looks down at you arrogantly. “Are you going to admit that you're not the innocent little sweetheart that everyone thinks you are?”

You take a breath as you stare back at him just so you don't break too far. “You don't even know the half of it,” you retort simply.

Seungcheol stares back at you curiously for a few seconds before stepping aside to watch you go, wondering what exactly that means and how he can find out for himself.

After that second incident in the supply room, you figure there's really not any point in keeping up the facade with Seungcheol so when it's just the two of you in your private office, you let the persona drop.

The first time you swear to yourself in complaint over your work, Seungcheol gawps at you in shock until you notice and raise an eyebrow at him. But he says nothing and doesn't react after that time except the occasional amused smile to himself as he hears you curse colourfully at much more regular intervals than he ever does.

And Seungcheol lets you see more of the real him too.

The two of you have always met outside of work for the sake of finishing tasks or discussing clients without being confined to the same four walls of your office. You'd get dinner or he'd come over to your apartment to go over documents in your office for however long necessary. But it was always about work.

Though now that he knows who you really are, it's not always about work; your conversations over dinner turn more friendly, enough that you see him smiling genuinely and laughing for the first time. And he doesn't stop either.

A genuine friendship quickly blossoms between the pair of you, allowing you to be yourselves to the extent that on more than one occasion Seungcheol has turned big, pleading puppy eyes on you with a pout to convince you to go where he wants for dinner, or even when he's complaining about his friends and being whiny, the big eyes hit you.

And the way they hit you is really not something you think you should think about the man, so you shove the thoughts of pinning him down and telling him what to do out of your mind.

The friendship between you is noticed by your colleagues too. It's kind of hard to miss the way that you're the only person who can get Seungcheol to join work dinners, after all.

You both know that there's a 'secret' betting pool going around the office in regard to whether you two are secretly dating or not; Jeonghan is not as slick as he thinks at hiding the bet sheet. And for fun, sometimes you and Seungcheol will purposely let your fingers brush over one another or let your gazes linger longer than they should, just to watch your coworkers try to not visibly flail at what they think are moments of you two failing to hide your relationship.

Though mostly, your close relationship means that when one of you is invited to drinks, dinner or some other activity with colleagues, you'll both turn up. Even if neither of you want to. But you dug a hole with your fake persona and refuse to be buried in it alone so always drag Seungcheol in to suffer with you.

Which leads us to the day that you well and truly snap.

It's one of those days where if something can go wrong, it will, topped with shitty clients and colleagues who will just not let you have five minutes of peace.

By the end of the day, you're wound so tight that all you want to do is go home and give yourself some good old-fashioned stress relief on one of your favourite toys. But this day doesn't allow you even that.

It's another casual team dinner that you can't get out of; it's to celebrate Mingyu's birthday and well, even if you're in a shitty mood, the giant puppy of a man is such a sweetheart that you truly would feel bad about ditching him to masturbate.

So you get into Seungcheol's car like usual after work, go to the restaurant and sit at his side at the table while silently praying that this will not be a complete shit show.

Two hours later, you're really at the end of your fucking rope. You really had been naive to even hope that this team dinner wouldn't be as rowdy and chaotic as all the rest. Your colleagues are a lot on the best of days with nothing to celebrate, so when they have an excuse to drink they really go for it. You're always surprised when the group isn't kicked out of public spaces, honestly.

The only ones not drinking are you and Seungcheol. Neither of you ever drink at these gatherings; you claim that you just don't drink in general while Seungcheol flat-out refuses without any attempt at an excuse. Really, you both don't want to risk encouraging the group to invite either of you out for more than just the company-related dinners, so not drinking sort of keeps the team in general at arm's length. Though both of you do have a few drinks when it's just the two of you and you can let yourselves relax in trusted, comfortable company.

But this is not that, this is you sitting side by side with Seungcheol blessedly keeping his mouth shut while you try not to break and tell everyone to shut the fuck up before leaving.

You do, however, take solace in the bathroom a few times, using the cold water to cool you down before going back into what tonight feels like your own personal hell.

On your latest trip out of the bathroom Seungcheol passes you, heading to empty his own bladder. He smirks at you and murmurs something in your ear as you pass one another. You can't even tell what he says; your brain is so heavy with fuzzy tension that his words don't register at all. But they don't need to, you know he's teasing you about your temper; he's done it before many times. Usually, you'd just joke back at him and point out his own, but tonight you don't have it in you.

Your gaze turns icy on him in a second causing him to come to an abrupt stop. You don't linger, don't slow and just turn and settle your expression back to your facade before rejoining the drunken group.

When Seungcheol returns, he timidly slips into his seat on your right silently in an attempt to not anger you further. Though a few seconds later, the tip of his left pinkie brushes the edge of your right elbow where it's resting on the tabletop, his hand sort of hooked on the edge of the table close to you yet out of sight of your colleagues.

You turn your head to look at Seungcheol and find him looking at you with those fucking giant doe eyes, silently asking for forgiveness. But you don't give it, just turn back around to watch your coworkers making absolute fools of themselves.

Yet your mind is stuck on Seungcheol's innocent expression and timid posture and all you can think about is how much you'd love to make him squirm and beg under your attention. It's riling you up in a way you usually keep such a tight lid on, but considering how tense you already are tonight, that lid is bowing and shaking under the building pressure and you know it'll blow soon enough.

For the first time since meeting Seungcheol, being in his passenger seat isn't a very pleasant experience. Neither of you say a word for the entire fourteen-minute drive from the restaurant to your apartment, and that in itself isn't unusual, but usually there isn't this thick tension hanging between you two.

When Seungcheol pulls up in front of your building, you turn to look at him. He has both hands on the wheel and eyes locked on the space between his hands with clearly no intention of doing more than just dropping you off at home despite the fact he usually goes straight inside with you to hang out some more.

And honestly, it's probably best if he does go straight home and leaves you to deal with your tension alone. But it's not exactly an option.

“You need to check those documents ready for Monday,” you remind. Seungcheol lets out a reluctant breath but relocates the car to the parking lot in silent agreement.

Once in your apartment, the two of you remove your shoes and jackets to put them in their usual places.

It's kind of insane to you that Seungcheol is at your apartment enough that there is literally space on the low shoe rack for him to leave his shoes, and a gap on the pegs for his work jacket, there's even one of his casual jackets already there on the next peg. You don't really have any close friends, nobody you deem worth your time to allow into your life frequently enough to have a usual place in your home.

There isn't anything said between you as you walk through to your office where you lean over onto the desk to boot up your computer while Seungcheol hovers awkwardly a little behind you.

While waiting for the system to accept your password for the work files, you look over your shoulder at him with a raised eyebrow. He stares back at you dumbly until you give him a look and motion to the chair on your right with a silent tilt of your head.

In seconds, Seungcheol's ass meets the seat and he stares up at you with big, obedient eyes, his hands laced together and trapped between his thick thighs.

It's all rather dangerous considering how close you are to snapping and overstepping the boundaries neither of you had ever verbally set up between you but are always in place in platonic relationships. Even if you want nothing more than to destroy them right now, and Seungcheol too.

So you turn back to your computer with gritted teeth, open the relevant documents and motion to the computer vaguely before leaving the room entirely.

You go straight to the kitchen to down a glass of water as cold as you can stand it before splashing more on your face, then dragging a cold, wet hand on the back of your neck needing all the help you can currently get to cool down in every sense of the word.

It doesn't work.

By the time Seungcheol is done with the documents and shuffles into the kitchen, you're standing with both hands on the counter in front of you while staring darkly at nothing in particular, jaw tense and an attempt in your breathing to try and regulate your emotions.

“I finished it, it's all ready to send off,” he informs, coming to a stop a few metres away, not as close as he'd usually stand but still closer than sensible if he knew the depravity in your mind right now.

“Good,” you return simply without even looking at him.

He huffs a soft laugh. “No thank you?” He jokes, but you can't see the humour at all. Not when you're feeling like this.

“Thank you?” You repeat flatly before turning your dark gaze to him as you straighten and lean off of the counter. He swallows thickly and takes a step back when you take one towards him, prompting him to keep reversing. “Why should I thank you for doing your fucking job, huh?”

Seungcheol's mouth opens and closes with an attempt to try and say something, some kind of a “just joking” explanation but all he manages are vague sputters of sound that cut off abruptly when his back hits the wall and you're standing right in front of him. He's taller than you by a handful of inches but right now, he feels so fucking small and he's surprised by how much he likes it.

"Well?" You prompt, well aware that he had tried to explain himself; his pathetic stammering was very obvious and gave away that you’re intimidating him.

Though based on the big innocent eyes on you paired with the prettiest of pink tints to his cheeks, you think that perhaps intimidation isn't all it is.

And it's just pushing you to keep pushing him until he breaks because you know that he'll break so fucking beautifully.

“I'm sorry,” he finally manages to squeak out.

“You think that's good enough? You think you can just give me empty words and all is forgiven? Oh, baby, you really don't know me at all.”

He just stares at you dumbly; mouth dry and pupils dilating further and further with every act you make.

It's far from the Seungcheol you see at work and that thought sort of douses you in icy water. This isn't normal for either of you.

Well, it's not unusual behaviour for you with partners at all, but he doesn't know that. Besides, he's your work partner and friend, not a sexual partner.

“Shit.” You sigh and back up a little. “You should go, I'm clearly not in the right frame of mind and if you stay, I'll go too far.” You try to move even further away to give him space to leave, yet you're stopped by your shirt pulling tight around your back. You look down and find both of Seungcheol's hands gripping the hem of your untucked shirt, his fingers trembling a little. You look back up with a questioning eyebrow.

“ don't want to leave,” he admits quietly as his cheeks darken slightly.

“No?” He shakes his head shyly. “You know what it means if you stay, right? You know what I want to do to you?” You check a little worriedly.

“Uhm...dom me?”

You huff a laugh. “I want to ruin you, baby.” His eyes light with interest. “You want that? Big scary Choi Seungcheol wants little ol' me to pin him down and make him cry?” You tease while running a finger over his jaw.

His mouth opens wider and his tongue appears with the tip pressed against his lip as if reaching for your touch. You don't give it to him even if you think he'll look precious with your fingers in his mouth.

You pull your hands away and cross your arms over your chest. “When I ask you a question, I expect a verbal response, Seungcheol.” Your voice is firm and your expression is the same on him.

“Y-yes!” He rushes out. “I-I want you to do that to me.”

“Do what?”

“Use me.” You hadn't said those words yourself, but you like them a hell of a lot. “Push me down and use me to make yourself feel good. Make me cry, ruin me. Please just...do something,” he's begging by now, not as strongly as he could be, still holding back a lot but you're pretty sure it's all very new for him.

You need to check though before anything goes any further. “Have you ever done anything like this before? Subbed?”

He shakes his head a little. “No, it's usually the other way.”

“Figures.” You huff a laugh then reach down to remove his hands from your shirt to take one into your own hand. “Come on.”

You lead him to your bedroom, though let him go in the middle of the floor to walk over and sit on the edge of your bed. He fidgets when you just stare at him contemplatively, your eyes dark and calculating as you lean back on your palms behind you with your legs crossed over at the ankles comfortably.

When he starts to fiddle with the hem of his shirt nervously, you speak up deeming him desperate enough with his cheeks a magnificent dark pink. “What're your limits, Cheolie?”

The nickname is new but he likes it. It feels fitting somehow.

“Uh.” He has to stop and think for a moment. He isn't sure exactly what his limits are for certain in this situation because he doesn't know what he likes in the submissive role, but there are some things he knows he'll never be okay with so he starts there. “Bodily fluids outside of spit and cum.”

“So you don't mind being spat on with your own cum?”

“Uh, I mean, I think I'm okay with it,” he offers awkwardly; uncertain but trying his hardest to be open and honest.

“How about eating it?”

“Uh...I don't know about that.”

“Okay.” You easily accept his response and move on. “What else? Pain?”

“I don't know; I've never received it before. If you want to try it I'm willing just… not too intense.”

“Hmm, we'll see. Edging? Overstimulation?” Those options have him hesitating as he genuinely considers them both. And then, he nods slowly, shyly. “I asked a question, Seungcheol.”

“Y-yes, to both.”

“Good, because that's my favourite thing to do to my little ones,” you coo. “Pick a safe word.”

“Uh, can we use the traffic light system? Red for stop, green for carry on?”

“Sure thing,” you agree easily; it was familiar enough to you after all. “What do you use for uncertain? Some people say yellow, some orange, some amber.”

“Whatever.”

“Pick one,” it's a demand he quickly obeys.

“Amber.”

“Good boy.” He visibly preens a little at the praise, which you make a mental note of. “Are you clean? Sexually, I mean?”

“Yes.”

“And that's a recent test since your last sexual partner?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I won't touch you without that confirmation and luckily, I trust you to be honest so you don't need to show me proof like I usually demand.”

“You trust me?” He asks softly, awed by the words and the weight they carry.

You hum and nod in confirmation. “More than anyone else.”

“Oh.” He smiles down at his hands happily. “I feel the same about you too.”

“I imagine so, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be willing to do this if you didn't,” you tease.

“Ah, yeah, true.” He chuckles and rubs his neck shyly.

You let him stew in his minor embarrassment for a second before talking again. “Degradation?” He looks up at you at that. “How do you feel about that?”

“I might cry,” he admits honestly, making you laugh a little at the blunt way he speaks the words. “I don't like being called names or looked down on.”

“Okay, baby, none of that,” you assure.

“Thank you.”

“Mm, of course, I have to make this good for you too. And I do love that you use your manners without being prompted. Such a good boy, huh?” His eyes round out again at you and the semi-casual air between you dissipating with your slightly teasing tone. “Are you going to be a good boy for me, Cheolie?”

“Yes, I'll be good for you.”

“Then strip.” He blinks at you a few times at the abrupt demand; the way your tone changes from light to borderline hard with no room for arguments.

Slowly, Seungcheol's slightly shaky fingers first remove his tie, and then his shirt, exposing his broad, muscle-thick torso to you. He knows he looks good, that his body is worth ogling but your dark eyes still make him feel shy.

Still, he continues, his top half entirely bare and moving onto his belt.

Something about the way he opens it and pulls it free from the loops of his slacks is really attractive to you. You can easily imagine him teasing his own sub as he removes his belt before grabbing the ends to turn it on their backside when he bends them over. Maybe you could break for him too; if he turns out to be a good enough fuck this time that is.

For now, you're more than content to watch him open his button and zipper and let his trousers drop to his ankles. He bends down to remove them from around his feet, taking his socks off too and then he straightens up and looks at you. You can tell he's hesitant to remove his boxers by the way his fingers fiddle with the waistband over his hips for a few seconds.

There's a part of you that wants to let him off easy for now and allow him to keep his boxers on for a little while. But the bigger part of you really doesn't want to do that so you continue to silently watch him.

Seungcheol lowers his head to look down at his underwear for a second, then he looks at you through his eyelashes still hoping you'll take pity on him. You don't. So he looks back down as he takes a long breath in before he hooks his thumbs under the elastic band and starts to push the material down.

You watch with rapt attention as the final piece of the beautiful, thick-built puzzle that is Choi Seungcheol is revealed to you inch by glorious inch. You have to admit, he's fucking gorgeous and it does a lot to you. Makes you throb between your thighs as they clench for a second while he's distracted focusing on removing his boxers from his legs.

And then he's entirely bare and looking at you shyly, fingers on his right hand picking at the nails of his left in nervous wait.

“C'mere,” you murmur. Seungcheol stumbles over and when you nod to the floor, he slowly lowers to his knees, letting his hands hover over his rapidly hardening dick. That is like the rest of him; thick and unfairly beautiful.

At this rate, you can't tell who is going to ruin who.

“Don't hide from me.” You unfold your legs just to gently tap at his hands with your socked foot before settling it flat on the floor beside his left knee.

A little reluctantly, Seungcheol moves his hands aside to place them on the tops of his thighs and allow you the full view of his kneeled form.

“Mm, much better, good boy.” The praise straightens his posture a little. “You're so beautiful, babyboy, don't deprive me of such a gorgeous view, hm?”

“Ah, fuck,” he softly breathes out; a little overwhelmed by the unexpected compliments, which he just knows are genuine from your tone and expression on him. You clearly like what you see and it makes his dick jump a little against his thigh. You smirk at the visible response; you've always known that Seungcheol loves compliments and praise but you didn't know just how much.

“Shall we even things out a little?” You suggest, already getting up to your feet in front of him.

He watches you with rapt attention as you open your trousers and shimmy them down. His gaze is too focused on the skin of your thighs coming into sight that he doesn't realise that you've pushed your panties down with your trousers to save yourself time. At least until you sit back down on the edge of the bed when the material is around your knees.

“Off,” you demand.

Seungcheol's hands immediately reach out to hook his fingers over the combined waistbands and pull them off of your slightly raised legs. It's when he's setting them aside that he notices the white material inside of the black of your trousers and freezes.

Mindlessly, he moves one hand to pull on the white material and quickly looks at you with wide eyes and his mouth parted. You just raise an eyebrow in return, silently prompting him to snap back to his task and move the material aside entirely so that he can carefully remove your socks too.

“Good boy.”

Just to tease, you sit there for a good almost twenty seconds with your legs closed most of the way, just the slightest gap between your thighs but it's not big enough for him to see anything but a dark shadow.

To your surprise, he actually gives in first. “Please?” He begs softly, looking up at you pleadingly. “Please let me see your pussy.”

“Oh, how can I refuse such good manners?” You coo and spread your legs causing his gaze to drop back down between them. Though he whines when he realises that your shirt is long enough to mostly cover you and shadow the rest. “You make such cute sounds, Cheolie.”

“Don't tease me,” he complains.

“I'll do what I want and you'll be grateful for it.” He presses his lips together looking fully scolded and stares at you in wait. He's impatient, that's very obvious but he's doing his best to stick to this new dynamic.

Honestly, he's taking to it a lot better than you had expected, or hoped, considering all that you know about Choi Seungcheol; so instead of prolonging it any longer, you lift the hem of your shirt out of the way with one hand.

Seungcheol's lips part when his eyes land back between your thighs and take in the sight of you fully exposed to him. Automatically, his hands lift with every intention of putting them on your thighs to push your legs open further while he leans in licking his lips.

But you stop him with your free hand, a finger pressed to his forehead. “I didn't say you can touch.” You grin amusedly at his dumb-aroused expression; his mouth open and tongue hanging out a little.

“Can I taste?” He requests, putting his hands back on his thighs but not leaning back. Your slightly condescending laugh makes him pout. When you nudge his forehead under your index finger, he leans back into a sulky slouch.

“Your job is to sit there and look pretty for me,” you point out, now using that same finger to trail up your inner thigh. Seungcheol's pout melts away as he watches its path intently. He audibly inhales sharply when it drags through your folds. He groans a little when he sees the shine now on the digit and wishes it was his tongue getting doused in your arousal.

Even though you very much would enjoy an orgasm or two sooner rather than later, you continue to tease yourself with one finger; barely brushing over your clit and circling your hole but never pushing in. It's more to tease Seungcheol and the squirming of his body perhaps turns you on more than your own actions.

Either way, when you do finally give in and plunge your finger inside, you're wet enough that it's more than easy and honestly, not very satisfying past the initial relief of having something in you finally.

Though that relief passes very quickly so soon you're adding a second finger and watching Seungcheol chew on his bottom lip hard enough that you think he's going to break skin any second. You really don't want that, so you pull your fingers out and reach towards him. The speed at which he leans it with his mouth opening genuinely makes you laugh.

“Oh, baby, you are desperate, huh?” You tease and adjust your hand so that your thumb presses against his bottom lip and your slick fingers are not close enough to his mouth to get even the hint of a taste. “You're not getting a taste, I just don't want you to hurt those pretty lips.” The expression he lands on you is utterly heartbroken. “Stop biting or I'll gag you, understand?”

“I...I understand,” he agrees, so you let him go and return your fingers back to yourself, though Seungcheol doesn't lean back. In this position, his head is pretty much between your knees, which you spread a little wider and he takes as permission to scoot a little closer. You don't mind at all, he'll just be teasing himself more with a closer view after all.

Your intention with fingering yourself isn't to reach orgasm at all, mostly you just want to tease Seungcheol by showing him what he can't have, though you also do want to prepare yourself. When you're able to easily take three fingers, you remove them and get up.

“Wh-where are you going?” He worries, hands lifting from his thighs but only hovering a few inches away from his own body. He wants to reach out and stop you from walking away but he knows he can't. You still haven't given him permission to touch yet and he really doesn't want to be scolded again, let alone face any kind of punishment you may give him if he disobeys a direct order. He's horny, not stupid.

“I'll be right back, just sit there and wait like a good boy, sweetheart,” your voice is gentle in order to soothe him that you are, in fact, not planning to actually leave and end things here as he fears.

You quickly grab something from a case in the chest of drawers before returning. You sit back down and open your thighs again, but Seungcheol's gaze is glued to the pale blue dildo in your hand.

“What do you think?” You muse, leaning down to hold it near to his erection in comparison. “Ah, not quite as thick as you.” You sigh dramatically and straighten back up. “That's a shame; it's as close as I've got though, so it'll have to do.” You pout theatrically as you trace the tip of the silicone toy over your slick folds; it's a little cold and jarring but you do your best to ignore it. Besides, the temperature difference isn't something you're entirely against.

Vaguely, you wonder if Seungcheol would be into temperature play; you've never tried it before but you've always been interested in both giving and receiving.

Seungcheol wants to make a retort, say that instead of settling for a toy that wouldn't stretch you like his thick cock would, you could just use his. He'd fuck you however you want and probably thank you for it at this point; he's throbbing with need and leaking on his thigh. He doesn't think he's ever been so fucking turned on in his life. But he can't talk, can't say a fucking thing as he watches the head of the toy breach you.

He was wrong before, now he's more turned on than he's ever been as he watches the way the girth of the toy spears you open.

Your breath catches a little so he looks up at you and once again corrects himself because your expression is what wet dreams are fucking made of. Your mouth is parted and your eyes are closed, your head tipped back slightly and your cheeks pink with pleasure.

You let out a curse under your breath so he looks back down and swears in the same fashion when he sees that you have entirely embedded the toy within you, just the slightly flared base in your fingers still.

“Fuck,” he curses again when you start to pull the toy out slowly and he sees how you've drenched it. Your eyes open to look down at him with an amused lopsided grin. He doesn't notice though, he's too entranced by the show less than a metre in front of his face.

Seungcheol doesn't notice the way he naturally moves a hand towards his crotch with the intention of soothing his aching cock, but you do. “Stop,” you demand, stopping your own motions of fucking into yourself slowly to let yourself get used to the toy's length and girth fully.

“Huh?” He looks up at you confused with his mouth wide open.

“I didn't give you permission to touch your cock, Seungcheol.”

“What?” He looks down and notices the hand inches from his dick. “Oh.” He hesitates but obediently puts his hand back on his thigh before looking up at you shyly. “I-I didn't realise. I'm sorry.”

“Feeling that needy?” You smirk and get back to fucking yourself on the toy. He lets out a sound, a mix between a whimper and a groan as he looks back down at your pussy. “Answer me.”

“Yes. Yes, I've never been this turned on before,” he admits in a rush of syllables. “Wanna fuck you so much,” he whines, fingers curling into fists which he presses down onto his thighs almost harshly in an attempt to behave for you.

He wants to be good for you. Wants to be your good boy. But it's so fucking hard when you look so fucking good. Look like your pussy would take him so well and make a fucking mess of him.

All he wants is to get up, throw that toy aside and sink his cock into you and feel your slick, heated walls around him. He's fucking convinced that your pussy would be perfect for him.

But he can't, and that's really hard for him to accept and handle when he's usually the one in charge during sex.

“Think you can make me feel better than this?” You taunt a little and pick up speed, letting your pleasure show through with little pleased sounds that really do not help Seungcheol's self-control at all. He moves a little closer yet doesn't touch either of you the way he wants to.

He's obviously trying his hardest and that, you think, is more than enough when honestly, you really want his cock in you as much as he wants to put it in you.

“Yes,” there's not an ounce of hesitation in his answer, he's entirely confident in his abilities, in his thick cock.

Usually, you'd roll your eyes and dismiss that confidence from a man because they're notoriously cocky with nothing to back up their claims. Part of the reason you got into domming is because men don't know how to use their dicks, so you always get more pleasure when you're on top and controlling how your walls are pummelled.

But there's something about Seungcheol that tells you that he's not like other men. He can and will fuck you right given the chance. Still, you want to be on top in every way.

“Big talk, little one.” You huff a laugh, most of your breath affected by the pleasure of the toy you're using to hit all of those good spots inside of you with every thrust. You're not being as rough as you could be, as you often tend to be when you feel like this, but you're talking and know that you have no space left in your chest for words when you truly fuck yourself.

“Let me prove it,” he pleads. “Please, just let me fuck you and I promise you'll cum hard.”

“I'll cum hard regardless,” you hum. His expression twists in displeasure knowing that you are truly dismissing his offer. “Maybe another time,” you counteroffer, not liking that downtrodden expression at all.

He looks up at you with hope glistening his dark gaze. “Yeah?” He asks with a surprised exhale.

“If you do good enough for me this time.” You pull the toy out and point it at him. Seungcheol eyes it and licks his lips. “What? You wanna suck it?” You taunt.

“Wanna taste you,” he murmurs.

“Enough to suck my cock?”

He glances up at you then looks back down and nods, licking his lips again. “Yeah, can I? Please?”

“Seeing as you asked so nicely,” you approve and touch the silicone toy to his bottom lip.

Seungcheol's tongue immediately darts out to pass over the silicone and get his first taste of you. His eyes roll back and he groans before he very enthusiastically starts to drag his mouth over the toy. He moves up the length along every side, not actually putting the toy into his mouth really, but this is absurdly hot enough as it is.

It turns you on much more than you had anticipated seeing this handsome man pretty much going feral for your taste that he'll messily lave his tongue over the dildo with his eyes closed in bliss and constant streams of groans of approval vibrating out of his throat.

And when he moves back to the tip and wraps his lips around it, genuinely sucking on the fake-cock, well that's as much as you can handle. You pull it away without warning creating a pop before Seungcheol looks at you half dazed, half betrayed with a smidge of confusion.

“Get on the bed,” you demand, getting up and walking around to one side of the bed while unbuttoning your shirt.

Seungcheol doesn't even have to think; there's no mental input on his behalf as he jumps up. His legs almost give out under him as the blood rushes back into his limbs after sitting on them in one position for a prolonged period, but he powers through to practically throw himself onto the mattress.

“On your back.” He crawls and shuffles until he's on his back with his head on the pillows and chest rising and falling heavily already in anticipation.

Seungcheol's heavy gaze remains on you as you reveal your body entirely. He lets out a shaky exhale when you're fully bare and climbing up onto the mattress at his left. “You're beautiful,” he says in a tone that is far too affectionate for what is going on here.

It makes you pause for a moment and look carefully at his gaze. He still looks ridiculously horny but there's something else there now; a touch of fond that genuinely sort of worries you.

Of course, you are fond of Seungcheol; he's a very precious friend to you but your feelings don't extend further than that, further than platonic and sexual. You really hope that the fondness you see is nothing more than a reflection of your own feelings and nothing more. Him having romantic feelings could certainly complicate matters more than adding sex into the mix will.

Sex you can navigate with your eyes closed, but feelings? That's an entirely different circus.

“Are you going to sit on my face?” His hopeful tone brings you back to reality. He hasn't even noticed your hesitation for what it truly is and just assumes you're teasing him further.

“Not today,” you answer, silently deciding to just give you both what you want right now and have an actual discussion later when you're both not horny messes.

“Oh.” His lips purse into a pout but then you retrieve a condom from the side table drawer and he lights up again. “Oh!” You let out a soft amused sound at his excited reaction and straddle his thighs while opening the wrapper. “Can I touch myself?” You give him an unimpressed look. “Just to help!” He assures.

“Mm, sure, I'll allow that,” you agree. Seungcheol has his dick in hand as soon as the words are slipping from your lips and holding it upright for you. You notice the way he shudders a little at his own touch on his aching cock and don't berate him for the subtle stroke he gives himself as he rolls the rubber down his length once you put it at his tip. “Good boy,” you hum, tossing the foil aside carelessly.

“For you,” he answers, wide eyes watching as you move up his body to hover over his length that he's still holding upright. “Please.” He doesn't even realise he says it, but you do and decide you've both waited more than long enough.

As soon as you start to slide down his cock, Seungcheol's eyes roll back and his hands fly out to grip your hips tightly. It feels pretty nice so you allow it, at least for now, it's kind of stabilising to have his strong grasp centring you while his cock splits you open.

Although it hadn't looked that much bigger than your toy, you can certainly feel the difference in girth right now. Plus the fact that Seungcheol is so fucking hard in you compared to the slight give of the toy, well you're already so close to an orgasm it's kind of ridiculous.

It takes you both a handful of seconds of heavy breathing to gather yourselves when you're fully impaled on his length and seated on his hips. You don't even try to keep any weight off of him; you're certain he can handle it and even if you weren't, your legs are already weak enough from the feeling of him stretching you out even still like this that you doubt you could hold yourself up if you tried.

You haven't realised that your eyes had closed until you've got some of your breath back, enough to have a mind clear enough to want to look down at him. His eyes are closed; he's struggling more than you, which doesn't surprise you considering how you hadn't allowed him any touch until now.

Carefully, you remove Seungcheol's grip from your hips and lean over to pin his hands up by his head. The new angle has his cock hitting a delicious spot within you and you can't help but grind down against him to gain friction against it. This angle also means that your clit is rubbing against his body with every roll of your hips.

Seungcheol barely manages to open his eyes and look at you before they roll back again with pleasure as you moan over him, fingers gripping onto his wrists with your full weight. He doesn't mind at all, doesn't really register it considering you're so wet and hot and tight around him that he truly cannot focus on anything else. Yet even if he could register it, he wouldn't give a single fuck. You could crush him and he'd be into it right now.

“D-don't cum,” you order when you feel your orgasm right on the brink, eyes opening to peer down at him. His own fly open in pained disbelief. “Un-fuck-understand, Seungcheol?” He whines but nods obediently. The agreement of restraint sends you over. Pleasure shocks through your body making it jerk a little, mouth open with broken higher-pitched moans coming out.

Seungcheol's whole body tenses and his face screws up tightly as you clamp down around him. He's never fought an orgasm before but you told him not to cum and he's not going to let you down now.

He's shaking by the time you slump over him, forehead dropping to his shoulder as you fight to suck air back into your lungs, just the occasional tiny twitch of your hips when a fresh lick of pleasure shoots through you with the aftershocks of an intense orgasm.

“Did you cum?” You check another few moments later.

It takes Seungcheol a few attempts to answer, just grunts coming out at first but you wait patiently. “No,” he manages while flexing his fingers to give him something else to focus on.

“Good boy,” you praise and press a kiss to his neck. His breath catches at the unexpected action but then you do it again, and again, and again as you adjust yourself while leaning up to look down at him with your hands now on the mattress and not pressing down against his wrists in a tight grip.

You take a look at them and are relieved that there's only slight redness right now, so you're pretty sure he won't bruise. Still, you'll keep an eye on it just in case.

“You did so well, Cheolie.” You hum and cup his jaw. His lip trembles a little, eyes so big on you and soaking in the praise. It helps his shaking lessen as he relaxes from doing his utmost not to cum with the fluttering of your walls around him. “Think you can hold out longer for me, baby?”

“I...ye-yeah.” He isn't sure but he's sure he'll try his best for you. He really wants to be your good boy. Your best boy.

“Yeah?” You smile softly, pleased. He nods and smiles back a little in a natural reaction to seeing you happy with him. “That's my boy.” You tap his nose, then straighten up to sit on his hips with your hands on his solid abs. “I'm going to ride you now, okay baby?”

He nods shakily and sticks his hands under the pillow to grip it. “O-okay.”

“Colour?” He blinks at you confusedly a few times. “What colour are you right now, sweetheart?”

“Oh, green,” he answers. “Green.” The repetition makes your lips quirk up. It's oddly endearing that he's assuring you right now considering he's the one missing an orgasm.

“Good, tell me if that changes, okay?” He nods. You let him get away with not verbally responding this time and start to lift yourself up.

Seungcheol's gaze falls to watch his length appear from your dripping pussy utterly mesmerised. Up until you abruptly drop yourself back down, ass smacking down on his upper thighs audibly.

A loud, low moan tears from his open mouth as his back arches upwards. He looks fucking beautiful like this. You have to keep making him do that so you don't hesitate to lift and drop in the very same way; taking up a punishing rhythm that has his cock dragging against your walls in the most incredible of ways.

Honestly, you're half convinced his cock just being in you has you halfway to a constant orgasm because that ball in your lower stomach winds up tight so fucking quickly that you barely register it until it's there, urging you over but this isn't quite enough for you. You need clitoral stimulation but you don't think it's wise to give it to yourself right now with Seungcheol buried within you and his body trembling as he still holds back with everything in him.

At this point, he's babbling a little in amongst his constant stream of porn-worthy moans. You're not quite sure what he's saying really, you're not sure that he even knows what he's saying either.

If you cum with him inside you, you're positive that he will too regardless of your words so you pull off of him. His eyes instantly fly open in alarm and he looks at you as he lifts his head up. You just settle down again along his latex-covered cock to grind along the length.

He gasps and shudders watching his cock peek out through your slick folds. “Please, please,” he begs; his babbles now making sense while he's not overwhelmed with the feeling of you squeezing around him.

This is still a lot for him but he's much more able to be a good boy for you now. He really wants to make you proud of him. He doesn't want you to think he's a bad boy for cumming without permission, because then you won't play with him again and he really doesn't want that. He wants to be your good boy. Your only good boy.

You know what he's begging for even if he doesn't voice it. You'll make him say it in a minute but right now you're seconds from a second orgasm and unless he says red you're not going to stop.

Even though the orgasm is yours entirely, Seungcheol moans when you do as he watches your face contort with utter bliss as your hips jerk over his length a few more times before falling still. It's not quite as powerful as your first orgasm, not when you're empty, but it's still intense and leaves you breathless.

Initially, you had planned to give yourself many more orgasms before letting Seungcheol cum but you genuinely think if you draw more than one more out of yourself, you'll pass out. You don't know if it's because it's been a while and you've been so pent up that it feels so mind-numbingly incredible, or if it's because of the thick cock pressed up against you.

“Colour?” You pant out when you feel ready to go again, eyes landing on Seungcheol.

He doesn't hesitate to answer this time but he finally sounds wrecked, voice hoarse and cracking a little with the simple single-syllable response. “Green.”

“Okay.” You push up and gently lift his cock up to line with you, applying as little pressure as possible to try not to give him too much too soon and overwhelm him in the wrong way. “Positive?” He nods rapidly so you begin to impale yourself again. His breaths come in one long juddering inhale as you slide down his length until he's sheathed inside of you.

“Please,” he goes right back to pleading, levelling you with such a begging, wet gaze that you know that this will not last long at all.

“Please what, baby?” You question, lifting to ride him slowly, now focused on him and him alone yet not wanting to push him over too fast. He looks too pretty like this; skin blotched with reds and pinks in a way that makes you wish you had discussed marks beforehand so that you could leave some lovebites on his pecs.

But you hadn't, and asking for permission at this point is utterly pointless, Seungcheol is too gone to be able to give full consent to anything new. You're pretty sure he'd say yes to anything right now so long as he can cum.

“Lemmecum.”

“Hm? What was that, speak clearly.”

Seungcheol whines and sniffles. “I wanna c-cum. P-please.” He blinks rapidly as the tears gathering in his eyes overflow and spill down his temples onto the pillow under him. “Please-please l-let me c-cum,” he chokes out, close to full-on sobbing.

You give in. You want to make him cry, not sob his poor heart out, after all. “You can cum,” you consent.

Seungcheol freezes for a split second in genuine shock, but then his eyes roll back and his back bows, biceps bulging as he grips the pillow so tight and pulls it up a little with the strength of his orgasm. He almost yells your name he moans so loud in pleasure and relief as the intense climax takes over his body.

You continue to move on him slowly to ride him through it, and then a little out the other side when he flops back against the sheets and raggedly sucks in harsh breaths with only short exhales. You'd continue with the intention to overstimulate him if he wasn't laid utterly boneless and not even reacting to you anymore. It's boring to overstimulate someone with no response, after all.

He doesn't even react when you carefully pull off of him and remove the condom to tie off and dispose of in the bin beside your bedside table. You stand beside the bed on weak legs for a second to watch him in wonder and decide that he truly is too out of it right now to even notice your presence; so you dart off to get a large glass of water and drink some yourself, and a damp cloth before returning.

Seungcheol is still lying there with his eyes closed though his breathing is evening out now when you place the cup on the side table and sit on the bed at his side. You carefully start to run the cloth over his sweat-damp body; a shower is really needed but that can wait a little.

Seungcheol makes a soft noise but doesn't react otherwise.

Finally, he opens his eyes when you return from taking the cloth back to the bathroom to toss into the hamper where you also clean between your thighs quickly.

“Hey,” you greet softly, laying down on your right propped up on your elbow at his side to look down at him as your left hand soothes over his chest.

“Hi.” He smiles softly at you, then tiredly rolls over to tuck up against you. You smile at the cute action and turn onto your back to allow him to curl up against your side with his head on your chest, his right arm and leg over you keeping you there. Not that you have any intention to move quite yet.

This is nice.

Your right arm goes around his back and into his hair to play with the strands while your left hand rubs over his forearm, gentle yet firm enough that he knows you're here and not going anywhere. “How're you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Tired,” he mumbles, making you laugh softly.

“Just tired?” He hums in confirmation. “So you're good otherwise? It wasn't too much?”

“No. M'good,” he slurs a little, signalling that he truly is tired enough that sleep is already starting to claim him.

“Yeah, you are. My good boy, huh?” You tease lightly and press a kiss to the top of his head. You're pretty sure you can feel his cheek bunch up against your skin as he smiles in return.

“Your good boy,” he confirms, voice so thick that you know there's no point trying to get him up to shower or eat, even drink despite knowing he really should. It'll have to wait until he wakes.

“Mm, yeah, sleep now baby, we'll talk more later,” you reply, though you're certain he's too close to slumber to really catch the warning.

Regardless, you know that once he's awake and you're certain that he's still genuinely okay, clean and fed, you'll have to talk. A lot has changed in such a short time and hopefully, he will confirm that it's nothing more than sex for him too because the alternative has dread pooling in your gut.

You can't do this again if it's not entirely equal and you kind of have the feeling that there's no going back now that you've had each other like this. Yet, if you can't go forward because of potential feelings on his side, then you're well and truly fucked and not in the way either of you want to be.

Still, that's not something you can discuss right now so you follow Seungcheol's lead and close your eyes. You just hope that when you open them, everything will be alright.

#wkcnet #svthub #seventeen smut #seventeen reader insert #seventeen seungcheol smut #seventeen seungcheol x reader #seventeen scoups smut #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader #seungcheol x reader #scoups smut #scoups x reader #seungcheol smut #svt smut #seventeen sub seungcheol smut

552 notes · View notes

technically-a-kiwi · 11 days ago

Text

Part 1 | Part 2

Dear god, to think this journey began with this little goober I drew back in March...

I'm serious when I say all of this I've never planned, it was litteraly ment to just be a post with the title "Oh shit, Nebula Noise" and then bam, I'd go down my marry ways, but no, it's as if the story wrote itself in my head, it's the main reason why this AU has so little bound lol, it's as if C Noise had a mind of it's own from then on and decided to continue his story. I'm so glad all of this happened, so so grateful, I guess the journey choose me and not the other way around :)

Here's the evolution of the main two

It just got a lot cleaner as I learned as an artist, quite satisying to see hehe

now for the chef:

Holy shit how I absolutelly STRUGGLED with C Pep, design and colors, everything was a mess, I just have pages and pages of failed attemps. Funny how the character that wasn't ment to exist in the first place turned out to be my personal fav and the most important face of the AU lol. I'm so glad I went ahead and design him, you little ray of sunshine ❤ .

And finally, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who went through with me in this journey, by making fanarts, writing stories, commenting or just liking my AU, it means a lot for me that so many people complimented on my designs, on the colors I choose, it always went strait to my little kiwi heart ❤ .

Btw, do you know how the multiverse came about ? "Oh, it's Cosmic Peppino who bakes it", yeah sure, but that's not all, C Pep bakes the universes to bring them to reality sure, but do you really think he invents all those universes ? Ha ! C Pep is a terrible writer ! He only gives universes a physical form, the one making the multiverse... is you :)

You who draws your favorite characters, you who writes amazing scenarios, you who daydreams of incredible adventures. All of you is an importent part of the multiverse, so never stop imagining, never stop drawing and never stop writing ;)

Either that or Cosmic Pep gets unemployed...

Anyway, many thanks to all of you and good bye 🥝✨✨✨

#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #the noise #cosmic au #rambeling random bullshit

93 notes · View notes

rockets-sillyobsession · 4 months ago

Text

Lee!Robbie HCs

Well, hello there! Long time no see!

Yeah i'm not too active on tumblr much these days, but i'm hoping to make that change, every great once and a while! I've also got a fanfic in the works (also lee!robbie btw) but until then, I offer you some thoughts on this boy whom i love so dearly <333

NSFW/FETISH BLOGS PLEASE DNI!!!

Being an emo is so lee core. What are you refusing to smile/laugh for, hmm?? I know what you are

Wendy is his main ler, ofc, but close behind is mabel!!! in my mind, him and mabel end up being close friends/have a big brother and little sister dynamic and they are SO best friends core!!! and you can't be besties with Mabel Pines without being wrecked <3333

ESPECIALLY with an angsty attitude like his. She will NOT stand for this constant frowning!!

He swears a LOT when being tickled, especially right beforehand when he's in Panic mode, and mabel doesn't take too kindly to that

Their whole friend group has also teamed up on him a time or two

They all like to poke or jab him randomly bc of the funny little noises he makes

Even if they're not participating themselves, his friends like to tease him as it's happening (Mainly Nate and Lee) and encourage the ler to go to worst spots/do particular things they know get to him, etc

But it's all in good fun, they all know he's having fun :333

There's something very sweet to me about him going all in on being emo/angsty but holding onto this ONE silly, childish thing that makes him happy....

He's shown to be a bit of an artist, so I bet he totally hasn't drawn his epic, totally not a self insert OC being wrecked by the also totally not an insert for the girl he has a crush on

You can tell he's in a lee mood by how obnoxious his ego is "Yeah, whatever..." Not in a mood "Uh, yeah, I could totally take you!" In a mood

His main spot is under his arms, mainly bc I love imagining him trying to do literally ANYTHING and always having to put himself "at risk" in front of wendy/his friends

He's SUCHHHH a brat!! and for what? everyone knows what you're doing, you're not hiding ANYTHING by acting tough <3333

"Tch, and just what are YOU gonna do?" "What, am I supposed to be scared or something?"

His confidence is almost INSTANTLY dashed by ANY sort of advance from a ler. You so much as move as he's shrinking back and suddenly he's "sorry" for what he said

He isn't. Hope this helps <3333

He also likes to use his angsty nature to his advantage and dramatically lament about random things and do dramatic poses while doing so, hoping/knowing somebody's gonna take advantage of the fact that his arms are up and over his head

Mabel calls it "cheering him up" when she wrecks him for it, Wendy calls it "shutting him up" ;KAJSDFLKJASKD

Him and Wendy have been childhood friends for a good while, so he's been wrecked PLENTY over the years, meaning he has a surprising amount of endurance

He's quick to crumble with teasing, but he can put up with quite a bit of tickling

I don't think this man has tickled another person in his LIFE A;SDKFJALSKDJK

He can sure try!!! Oh, how he's tried!! but it NEVER turns out good for him laskdjfkd so sorry buddy

Except i'm not sorry bc he's a lee and he's having the time of his life <333

Afterwards, he's actually pretty. chill and sweet :333 He's got a bit more pep in his step and just generally a lot happier for a while

That's all for now, thank you for reading!!

#tickle #tickling #tickle hcs #tickle headcanons #sfw tickle community #sfw tickling #sfw tickle #gravity falls tickle #gravity falls tickling #lee!robbie #lee!robbie valentino

60 notes · View notes

hobie-enthusiast · 2 years ago

Text

LOVE MY LOVE !

— hobie brown x gn!reader + specified reader hcs

— tons of fluff, hobie being ur bf hcs, mentions of injury and blood, petnames, hobie being so hopelessly in love, specific hcs at the end for transmasc, cultural, and dyed hair reader, plus one for bad parents

— some classic hcs for hobie being in a relationship with you

— i have a small section on hobie’s hair, so if any info about his wicks is wrong, pls feel free to correct me! also the last 4 hcs are “if you are/have” kind of scenarios but everything before that is for everyone!

— starting off strong he definitely writes songs about you. he keeps his whole punk scene with his band, but these songs are written to himself. he keeps them in a notebook, with random lyrics scribbled in and chords to match them. his songwriting process is messier than most, so sometimes you can barely understand the order of the music or how it sounds. but this works in his favour; because then he’ll play it for you, gauging for your reaction and maybe that embarrassment you may show when he pours out his feelings.

— i mentioned this one in two fics before but i will do it again; he’s so for matching stickers and pins. both of your interests are smacked on his clothes, guitar, and whatever you chose to sport them on. he doesn’t care if they clash with his “punk persona”, after all, being punk means not conforming to societal expectations. so yeah matching stuff is definitely a thing for him. he’ll also match bracelets and rings with you if you’re down for that

— he is such a petnames person. his faves to use on you are sweetheart, darling, love, when it comes to the standard ones (with those he varies between throwing in a “my” in front of it and not just depends). he also likes referring to you as his “partner in crime” and “his/my star” (since he insists he doesn’t like labels ofc). he would also really like if you use petnames on him, or even a nickname. if you ever call him using “hobie”, he knows you’re upset and will fix things. now, if you call him “hobart”.. he’s running.

— okay please please hear me out on this; he’s such a flower boy. loves getting and giving flowers. picking them while he’s out swinging just to bring them back to you is one of his main love languages. and he loves receiving them back. please give him flowers please. surprise him with them. put them in his hair. FLOWER CROWNS TOO FLOWER CROWNS! he just loves flowers, all kinds of flowers.

— his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. he loves being in contact with you. hobie loves holding your hand, putting his hand on the small of your back, or patting your head. but his all time favourite? intertwining fingers. he loves the small and intimate feeling it provides, as well as comfort. hobie will praise you a ton. always congratulating you, telling you how amazing you are, that sort of thing

— hobie is very protective of the things he loves, including you. he would never take it lightly if say one of his enemies threatened him with you. he tries his best to keep you out of his spider-man work, but sometimes that just doesn’t happen. but trust, he will pull out all the stops to protect you. if you’re threatened, he’s with you 24/7, eyes always watching for the enemy who had the audacity to say they were going to hurt you

— he’s actually so smitten about you it’s insane. will never stop talking about you and how you make him feel. he loves it. loves seeing the way his friends roll their eyes whenever he says “s’ [Name] said-”. everyone who knows him knows he’s crazy about you. there was a time where he felt so alone in his life, but now that he has you, he remembers he isn’t alone. he remembers what he’s fighting for after your pep-talks to him whenever he feels down. you’re his pick-me-up, so ofc he’s gonna brag about you to his friends.

— hobie hates making you his “guy-in-the-chair.” ofc he’s hella grateful for you helping and supporting his cause, fighting for what’s right. but, one of the parts of that is fixing him up when he’s hurt. he hates seeing your face so worried when he swings into your window, blood pooling at his side as you grab a first aid kit. hobie never wants you to worry, he feels terribly bad about it. but he forever appreciates how you always help him, always welcome him home, always manage to make him feel better

— hobie brown said it himself; he is not a morning person. he gets up everyday like after 10, and so he likes to have you in bed when he wakes up. on the weekends, he’ll beg you to stay in bed and sleep more, holding your body close to him and coaxing you with soft neck kisses and raspy whispers (his morning voice btw its gotta be- oh my god). on the days he does manage to keep you to himself, he wakes up in a better mood with a small pep in his step a good amount of the day

— okay so his hair. he’s very very picky on who touches his hair. i wanna say that he would trust you to touch it, but it would take a while. the way hobie grew up and has ideals that makes it kinda hard to trust people. so it truly does take a while. but once he starts trusting you, he realizes how much he loves when you take care of his hair. he loves feeling your fingers mess with his wicks, combing at his scalp. i wrote a whole fic about this but he also loves when you decorate his hair, especially flowers (fic found here!). and once he truly trusts you, he’ll ask for your help when he washes his hair, since it could be time consuming.

— okay so politics and ideals; it’s very important to hobie you hold the same beliefs as him. i really can’t see him with someone who won’t fight and protest like he does tbh. because he needs that support. sometimes things like that just don’t go right, so he wants his partner there next to him to help him fight for what’s right and what they deserve. this is really important to him, hence why i just can’t see him with someone who won’t support him like that. so yea definitely gotta agree like that, and fight for the cause with him

— THIS ONES FOR ALL MY FELLOW TRANS BOYS ive been needing some of this. okay he takes no shit from anyone about your identity or his own. he’s very supportive of you and anything you need. no surgery and no t? he’ll help you bind and assures you you don’t have to conform to any trans agenda anyone sets for you. if you got surgery, he’s constantly helping you, making sure you take care of yourself afterwards. his favourite affirmations are “you’re so handsome.” and “you’re my pre’ty boy, y’know that?” god he’s so-

— now this one is for all my fellow cultural people. he would love to be taught all about your culture. make the food for him. show him the traditional clothing. tell him the history. he wants to know it all! hobie fights everyday for minorities who aren’t heard, and he always wants to know more about who he’s fighting for. he genuinely finds this stuff interesting, especially considering the different types of people he met during his youth. so please, immerse him in that side of you! he’s all ears!

— here’s one for my homies with bad parents (we matchin fr i see you). oh man hobie will not let your parents treat you like that, ever. if he sees them, it’s not good for them. he’s going to ensure you know that you never deserved that treatment from your own parents. he reminds you that you deserve love and affection, and he will be the one to give that to you. he’s very good at helping you through anything you need, with affirmations and his physical presence, he will always remind you that you are safe and that your parents truly are a joke

— this one for all my fellow dyed hair besties. hobie is so down to help you dye your hair 1000%. get the supplies and invite him over and he’s going go help you out. and trust, he knows what he’s doing. i feel like hobie definitely experimented with his own hair in the past, which includes having crazy colours. so he’s got your back, and will also recommend any colour he thinks is gonna look absolutely sick on you

#NEW ARTICLE || OUT NOW !!#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv x reader #atsv #atsv hobie

569 notes · View notes

beatcroc · 1 year ago

Text

hi. vore on main. no that's it that's the post this is straight up genuinely and unironically voreposting on main. mostly just a lot of cutsey dumb goofy shit, but monsterfucker brain did get ahold of me for a bit there so there's also a handful that are uhhhh Spicy. nothing explicit, but like, It's Vore Dude, so if you look under the cut that is YOUR problem ok? ok.

ok listen before i move on i have to put it out there look i KNOW i drew the funny rat skeleton comic with this guy but that was ONLY because it was funny. thats not my real belief, he doesn't have any organs at all he is just a sack of gunk. he is harmless. it's basically just the same inside as on the outside but slightly more damp since it's not exposed to air to give him that drier 'skin' layer.

also i already typed this out in my friendserver so im pasting it here now too. my stance on fp re: horniness is i really can't see him as a 'sexual' being, per se, especially with how non-biological he is, but also he really really really likes physical intimacy so if you are giving him permission to be weird and touchy on you in any context, let alone one both parties would enjoy, i mean. he's not gonna say no. this Could be about sex or w/e if someone wanted to fuck him but more relevantly here yeah it's about vore. i think that's categorically about the Most you can be touchy/in contact on a guy so yeah thats always what he's going to go for. tangentially he just thinks it's fun to make peppino* flustered so since pep does not particularly Enjoy being vored, fp has other options to Get Up In There for something else pep might enjoy *spoken generally for whatever theoretical partner, just peppino is the one that's readily available here and fun to use

also while im here id like to say. no peppino is not a monsterfucker are you kidding me. he is not going to ever go out of his way for weirdness. weirdness really has a way of finding him though, and he's shockingly tolerant of it as long as he doesn't clock it as a threat. anyway what im saying is if you got a big clingy beast around and al up in your business all the time shits just gonna kinda Happen sometimes. he's certainly not going to Encourage it but if hes already in that situation, might as well at that point.

#pizza tower #fake peppino #no one else is getting tagged this is about him #rip to anyone going to browse my pizzaposting tag and seeing this at the top. its fine it'll get covered with normal stuff soon enough #literally next level derangement posting this from main but i have my REASONS. as follows:#1. i um. dont really have the luxury of anonymity with pt stuff.#so even if i posted this from my narsty blog people would recognize my art/content style anyway #2. i dont actually want people following my narsty blog for this #because it's suuuuuuuper inactive and i only actually draw this stuff myself like once every 3 years. so it'd be kinda pointless #3. the other cool pt artists i follow post their spicy stuff so you know what! maybe i want to too! even if it is freak shit for 3 people #4. i just think itd be funny if like 50 people unfollowed and/or blocked me for this. weeding out the weak.#if ur gonna be here u should know what youre dealing with and u better not a BITCH about stupid and weird kinks #5. if you are the 3 people the stupid and weird kink is for... i love i u kissing u #anyway if u reply some shit on here like ''wtf did i just see'' ur getting blocked. behave #i think this will maybe get [rightfully] 4 notes and if anyone actually reblogs this youre stronger than god #pizzaposting

150 notes · View notes

your-local-glowstick · 2 months ago

Text

✨INTRODUCTION POST✨

Hi, I'm Will Solace, Son Of Apollo, Head Counsellor of The Apollo Cabin, and Head Medic!

Here are my friends/boyfriend!

Leo Valdez- @r3pairb0y - he's pretty cool, I don't know him that well, but he's in the infirmary a lot (I'm side eyeing you Valdez). He's one of the main Seven from the Prophecy, and he helped take down Gaia in an explosion! We all thought he was dead for a while, which wasn't very nice, Valdez! Son of Hephaestus!

Nico di Angelo- @victory-of-the-angels - I love him! he's my boyfriend, my everything. He travelled through Tartarus and was captured by the twin giants, but luckily the Seven managed to rescue him before anything seriously bad could happen. He still has PTSD and a little bit of internalised homophobia, but we're working on it with Mr. D. He travelled with Reyna halfway across the world the deliver the Athena Parthenos, which ended up saving the day. he has some eating problems, but as said, we're working on it. He is prince of the Underworld and the Ghost King! Son of Hades!

Hazel Levesque- @sparkling-gems - She's so sweet. She's Nico's sister, and is possibly one of the nicest people I've ever met. That being said, do not underestimate her. she is feisty. Mess with anyone she loves, you have it coming for you. She is the daughter of Pluto, and is currently dating Frank Zhang, son of Mars. She is very powerful, despite what others might say. One of the Seven, I love her <3

Frank Zhang-no roleplayer yet- He's very nice. I'm not all that close to him, but he does hand out with Hazel a lot and seems very chill. Son of Mars, Praetor of The Twelfth Legion, Member Of The Seven. He is currently dating Hazel, they're very sweet together. He's like a giant teddy bear, the softie!

Annabeth Chase- @annie--bell - She's scary. I'm joking haha, she's one of the nicest people you'll meet. Just don't get on her bad side! Member of The Seven, Daughter of Athena, and Architecture of Olympus! During the first war, Annie took a knife for her soon-to-be-boyfriend Percy Jackson, and I helped heal her. She is one of the toughest people I know, she made it through Tartarus!

Percy Jackson- @s0n-of-the-sea - Son of Poseidon, Hero Of Olympus, Member of the Seven, Tartarus survivor, he's got it all! Percy is the chillest person ever, but man is he a DEMON on the battle field. After all he's been through, he just wants to be a normal teenager. I get it. I mean, he fell into hell for his girlfriend. dam dude. I don't see much of him and Annabeth since they're currently at New Rome University!

Piper McClean- @glammerqueen - I love her personality, I love her style, I love everything about her. Daughter of Aphrodite and Member of the Seven! She is a beast with charm speak. She has some kind of unbreakable bond with Leo, and I'm not even sure if they know what their relationship is at this point. She was dating Jason Grace, but they broke up on good terms. She is currently dating a girl names Shel! I don't know much about her, but she seems so nice.

Jason Grace- no roleplayer yet -Son of Jupiter, Member of the Seven! I honestly haven't spent that much time with him, but I know Nico loves him like a brother. He and Leo seem... very close (in love) but we don't talk about it :3

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano- @the-daughter-of-bellona - I don't know her very well, but from what I've heard she's awesome! She was there for Nico through some of his darkest moments, and I love her for that.

Grover Underwood- @undxrwxxd - he's pretty cool! once again, don't know him that well, but I know he's very close with Percy and Annabeth. He helped a lot during the first war, and is currently dating a tree nymph named Juniper! He gave Nico and I a pep talk before we went to Tartarus, which was nice <3

Thalia Grace - @artemiss-favorite-hunter - Jason's sis!! She seems really cool, I like her style!! Hunter of Artemis, gives off queer vibes. I'd really like her to visit camp more!! Her and Percy's friendly rivalry is funny as hell

Meg McCaffery - @meg-mccaffery-toa - pretty chill!! very angry young girl, can't blame her tbh. she's actually pretty funny, I love when she rags on Lester (sorry dad)

That's all for now folks!

(OOC: I will add people as they come and their blogs, if any of you want to join, just dm me or @r3pairb0y )

(EDIT: OOC: For anyone reading this, go check out the blog of my book character, Dahlia St. James. @a-whole-garden-of-flowers !! General TW for everything, her story is all very gory. Tread with caution. I appreciate you all and would love it if you go check her out !!)

#nico di angelo #valgrace #jason grace #leo valdez #percy jackson #annabeth chase #hazel levesque #frank zhang #reyna avila ramirez arellano #roleplay #new rp #pjo rp #pjo rp blog #thalia grace #meg mcaffery

29 notes · View notes

wendytestabrat · 8 months ago

Text

kyle LOVES cartman's determined attitude

what i rlly liked abt the end of obesity special was it showed once again how all of the shit kyle acts like he hates about cartman is what he actually loves, as i've talked about before 483836738 times. kyle actually loves cartman's unapologeticness and sass even though he shits on him A LOT for it, evidenced by the the fact that he gets all annoyed when cartman starts suddenly acting good LOL (i.e stunning & brave, all of season 20, and post covid). but mainly what he loves about cartman is his DETERMINATION. as i've talked about before, that's one of the main things C&K have in common is they're both EXTREMELY stubborn and passionate and never give up when they set their mind to something (and i analyzed this in their MBTI types bc they're both Js) even if they're both fighting for completely opposite things and this special RLLY emphasized how much kyle shares that trait in common with cartman when the insurance guy is like "i didn't realize i was dealing with someone who had so much determination" LOL. i remember i talked abt in a rant once a longass time ago how that's the main thing cartman loves about kyle and i used the moment in imaginationland where cartman is like "KAHL YOU'VE NEVER WALKED AWAY FROM ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE!1!1!" as evidence, but i've never rlly talked much about how much kyle appreciates that trait in cartman too. this special rlly showed how kyle LOVES cartman's tough boisterous obnoxious attitude and he appreciates his persistence in getting pretty much anything he wants. that's why kyle was DISAPPOINTED to see cartman so upset and easily giving up when he couldn't get the weight loss drug. he doesn't understand how cartman is tough and has willpower with literally everything EXCEPT his health (and other things that are good for him such as his school grades, i mean according to kyle bc i don't give a shit about grades either) LOL. that pep talk kyle gave cartman about being tough rlly helped cartman and got through to him bc fighting for the shit he wants is his whole thing and kyle was reminding him who the fuck he is. (yeah heidi could never lol). the fact that kyle even thought of that as something good to give cartman advice on, shows it's something he's observed and even ADMIRED about him over the years. so that's how we know in all of those moments when kyle would shit on cartman for being bad, breaking the rules, and always needing to get his way that he was just full of shit and lying bc he likes it LOL. like i remember back in "scott tenorman must die" how kyle kept telling cartman to let it go and drop it when he saw how cartman wasn't giving up and kept trying over and over to get his $10 back from scott, but the fact that kyle was even observing how much cartman wouldn't give up, shows how much this trait about cartman rlly stood out to him and INTRIGUED him. and the main reason why cartman's tenacity interested kyle so much and he was going out of his way to shit on him for it is bc kyle knows damn well he can be like that too, so either he was shitting on cartman for being overly tenacious bc he's insecure that he has that quality in himself, or he just secretly admires the trait in cartman and doesn't know how to process it (it's probably both) LOL. i'm sure kyle liked how there was finally someone else in south park, let alone in his friend group, that's as persistent as him and can match his energy bc he's tired of being the only one in town who's extremely extra lol. this DEF goes hand in hand with that rant i did a while back about how the reason why kyle hates seeing cartman sad and it hits him way harder than when he sees stan sad is bc he's used to seeing cartman's tough over-the-top extroverted personality and LOVES that about him even though he won't admit it, and this special just further proves my point. so thank you once again matt & trey for proving me right for the 47383573838 time.

#the truth is i care more about being right about kyman than kyman actually happening #if kyman finally happened i wouldn't know what to do with my life other than gloating about how right i was #i'm not a shipper just a truther #south park #kyman #KYMANRANTGARBAGE

87 notes · View notes

byler-alarmist · 1 year ago

Text

Disclaimer: I am not anti-Vickie by any means. I think Vickie seems very sweet (although there may be something going on with her we don't know) and I will fully support her and Robin if the Duffers can prove to me in S5 why they work together.

That said, I am going to examine the one, glaring issue I have with Rovickie. If you're not put off by that, read on!

So, most of the criticism leveled against Vickie is that we don't know anything about her. That's true; we don't.

However, my main criticism is:

Does Robin know anything about her??

All we hear from Robin in S4 is that Vickie is the girl of her dreams, but we never hear why. In all her gushing/agonizing to Steve, Robin never tells us what about Vickie makes her so special.

Is she smart? Funny? Ambitious? Kind? Is she a pro at playing poker?

Even Tammy Thompson, whose role in S3 was purely offscreen, got a shout out of traits that Robin valued ("she has dreams!").

We can't say the same for Vickie. All we know is:

-she laughed at one of Robin's (Steve's) jokes

-she likes Fast Times

-she talks a lot when nervous

-she possibly likes boobies

And those last two were only figured out by Robin in the final episode of S4.

If Robin's feelings for Vickie are more than mere infatuation based on looks, wouldn't Robin have told us more than the most surface-level things about her?

And if your immediate response to this "well, she just hasn't spent enough one-on-one time with her to know!" .......that's exactly my point.

The writers have shown time and time again that the shallow relationships where tbe couple got into it without really talking or getting to know each other do not last .

I'm reminded of Lucas telling Mike "you're just blind because a girl isn't grossed out by you." 👀

All this in the same season where Robin is spending one-on-one time with Nancy, getting to know her and respect the things that make her "her". Rather than just looks, Robin gets to see Nancy's drive, intellect, leadership and bravery.

She calls her a "genius", says she is "full of surprises", and learns even more about her when Nancy opens up about her relationship inecurities. Robin sees her complexity.

I don't know about you, but to me, this is the core of why Rovickie is not as compelling as a ship. If they are meant to be endgame, why was Robin paired with Nancy all season?

Surely there could've been some plot device to bring Vickie into the fold, just like Max was brought into the Party back in S2.

Vickie could've been trapped with Robin and the older teens after some supernatural things happened at rhe pep rally or other school function and they got separated from the rest, or she could've been related to the Creels and the gang needed to ask her for help. It's a TV show; they can do whatever they want.

Either way, they decided not to involve her in the main plot of the show at all, preventing both Robin and the viewers from getting to know her fully. I believe this was intentional and will have consequences for their relationship in S5.

One final thought- in early S4, Robin tells Steve that she has found the girl of her dreams but can't get the courage to ask her out, whereas Steve goes on a ton of dates but has no idea what he wants.

I think it would be VERY interesting if their roles were actually swapped, i.e. by the end of S4, Robin is the one who doesn't really know what she wants, and Steve is the one who realizes he has found the (person) of his dreams.

#hope this made sense #it wasn't really meant to be a ronance post #but i felt i had to mention that part at the end #st analysis #robin buckley analysis #stranger things analysis #st thoughts #st brainrot #ronance #stranger things #anti rovickie #<-i'm not really but this is so i don't offend ppl who have these kind of takes blocked #robin buckley #vickie stranger things #st vickie #st4 rewatch #tammy thompson #wlw ship #st ships

243 notes · View notes

fiction-is-the-new-reality · 10 months ago

Text

Pt 3: if only you knew

An Unfortunate Incident

word count: 5k

warnings: major violence, adult language, and angst

A/N: Ok sooooo. Thank everyone for all your support!! It means the world. Also I want to explain my inspiration for our main girl. I want her to be a bit darker than the other vigilantes. Someone that’s similar to Red Hoods vibe. I like to imagine her outfit similar to Azrael’s in AK, just without the full mask. I changed the name to Vulture instead of Phoenix because I felt like Phoenix was a little too cliche. As always please give feedback and love you guys!

series masterlist previous part next part

Blinking a few times, you take in your surroundings. You’re on a cot in Panessa Studios. There’s a tightness in your side that tells you they stitched you up. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you look around. There are other cells identical to the one you’re in, with people in them.

“Great, you’re up,” Tim pops into view, donned in his Robin suit. “Batman told me not to let you out.”

You look at him, opening your mouth to argue when he cuts you off. “Lucky for you, I know he needs help out there. You’re free to go, that is, if you’re feeling like it. I know it can be scary to get back out the–”

“This isn’t my first time getting my ass beat,” you remind him, “but that did sound like it was going to be a great pep talk, though.”

Placing your feet on the floor, you begin to stand. Your body aches from the beatings, and you can feel the itchiness of the stitching as you walk to the door. The door slides open to allow you out, and you finally see the other people in the cells.

Looking at them, you see they all have pale skin and green hair, and even their mouths look slightly deformed to an upturned smile. While you’re staring, they all begin to yell and taunt you. Seeing the confused look on your features, Tim quickly explains who they are and why they’re locked in the cells.

Turning away from the people, you begin walking toward the elevator. “How long was I out for?”

“Couple hours. It’s gotten worse out there.”

“Has Bats asked for any help?”

“If he has, he hasn’t asked me.” He frowns like a disappointed kid.

And as you stare at him, you remember that he is just a kid. He’s barely older than Jason was when he became Robin. Your heart clenches at the thought of Tim possibly meeting the same fate as Jason.

“Don’t take it personally. He’s just looking out for you in his own way.” You grab his shoulder and squeeze it. He smiles back.

He calls out to you as you get on the elevator to go up.

“Kick some ass for me!”

As you leave the studio, your ears are filled with static before a voice emerges.

“Hello, Miss, I wanted to let you know your suit is complete. I have the Batwing sending it, along with new devices for you. I hope it is to your liking.” Lucius sounds pleased with himself.

“Thank you, Lucius.” The Batwing comes around the corner, and you watch in awe as the pod rockets down, slamming into the ground.

It opens with a loud hiss. Inside, the light reveals a two-piece suit. The dark green and black colors contrast against the bright white light. Putting it on, you instantly notice the reinforced fabric and the extra padded areas. Lucius had included details you hadn’t even thought of, like attaching a cape to the hood of your top and new boots. You take a moment to get used to the new suit and place your new gadgets and weapons on so they adorn every inch of your body.

Pressing on your comms, you call out to Oracle, but there’s nothing. A chill runs down your spine. That’s unlike Barbara. You try again, but there’s still nothing. As a final attempt, you use the tempad on your wrist to call her but receive the same response - silence. Shooting out the grappling hook, you feel the tug as it latches onto the next building. With your legs moving at top speed, you leap from building to building, feeling the wind rush against your face.

The moment you get closer to the Clock Tower, the reverberating sound of multiple shots fills the air, echoing from the Batmobile and the militia tanks. The Tower itself has an overwhelming amount of militia presence. Jumping down, you make quick work of taking them out. Taking your chain whip, you wrap one end around your left hand and use your right to swing and deliver blows. Utilizing the chain, you swiftly neutralize several men, effortlessly reeling in the remaining ones and defeating them with your hands.

There’s a quick, almost too fast black mass out of the corner of your eye. As you glance in that direction, you notice Batman has entered the fray; his powerful presence gains the attention of the men. Most of them leave you to go deal with him. You and Bruce do good at avoiding each other, until the last second of the fight.

There’s only one man left, and you punch into his core as many times as possible, forcing him to move backward and toward Batman. Sweeping out his feet, you kick him back, letting Bruce deal the final hit that puts the guy to sleep.

The robotic voice of Arkham Knight comes over the comms of the fallen militia men. “I’m impressed. But your tricks don’t stay new for long, Batman. I see you’ve added another person that you’ll get killed.”

Your eyes widen as you look at Bruce. He looks back at you before grappling at the top of the Tower. You’re right after him.

You both land in the room, and while looking around, you notice only one thing out of the ordinary. There’s no sign of a struggle, just an empty turned-over wheelchair that lays in the middle of the floor.

“What the hell happened?” Bruce ignores your question. Turning to see what he’s doing, you notice a glossy look in his eyes as he stares at the wheelchair. Strange. He still doesn’t respond or acknowledge you’re there, even after you call his name multiple times. He finally snaps out of his daze and places the wheelchair back upright.

The elevator dings open to show Commissioner Gordon. As he enters the room, you push yourself into the shadows, hoping to become a fly on the wall as you watch what unfolds.

Jim’s foot lands on a picture frame of him and Barbara. While he kneels, he lightly runs his fingers across it. Bruce speaks up, “This isn’t your fault, Jim.”

“Of course it is. Crane’s done this to get to me. I should have been here.”

Your heart breaks as you watch him blame himself.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Bruce turns, walking to the retina scanner.

Jim stands back to full height, following him. “We haven’t got time. She’s not like us,” Jim frets.

“Batman?” You question him, making sure he wants to do this. He doesn’t seem to care about the consequences.

As the machine whirls to life, the room soon converts into Oracle’s domain. And before you can say another word, he reveals the secret that Barbara fought so hard to keep from her father. You watch as Jim digests what's happening, his eyes darting back and forth between the room and Batman. You know it’s clicked when his face goes from sadness to anger.

“She’s strong, Jim, stronger than you realize.”

Not only do you see the anger, but you can feel the anger radiating off of Jim as he turns back to Batman.

“She works for you?” He scoffs as he shakes his head, walking toward the elevator. “This is all your fault.”

“I will find her,” Batman’s stern voice was an unspoken promise.

You stare in surprise as Jim punches him. Batman takes the punch unfazed.

“She’s my family! MY DAUGHTER! She’s all I’ve got.” He gets on the elevator, turns around, and tells Bruce, “I never should have trusted you. Never!” His face was full of pain and betrayal as he threw down his communicator.

“I’ll do this on my own. Stay away from my family.” His voice wavers a little but remains stern. He slams shut the elevator door and leaves.

Once the elevator is gone, you turn back to Bruce, “What’s our next step? How do we plan on finding Barbara?”

“I’ll hack the municipal CCTV system. I should be able to monitor all access points in the building.” He filters through the footage from the last few hours.

“There!” You watch as two militia vehicles pull up. The Arkham Knight hops out of one, enters the Tower, and soon returns with what looks like an unconscious Barbara. He puts her in the back of the car and takes off with her.

“I’ll be able to program the Batmobile to track the tires, their AmerTek D60s.”

“Great, I’ll come with you.”

“No, you need to be out on the streets. There are militia checkpoints and riots that you can help with.”

“I don’t work for you, Bruce,” you remind him. “I’m in this for Barbara, and the best way for me to help is to get her back.”

“There’s no time to argue. If you want Barbara back faster, you’ll listen to me and stay back.” He insisted.

“You better find her.” You sneer at him,

You’re out of the tower, watching the streets from above. You can’t stop yourself from seething with rage towards Bruce. Who does he think he is to tell you what to do? And who are you to listen? You hate that you’re not helping find Barbara; you hate that you’re stuck doing busy work.

A flashing light catches your eye, causing you to turn and see Bat Burger in the distance. You and Jason had gone there before everything, and you wish your smile were genuine, but instead, a bittersweet feeling washes over you. Your smile is one of self-pity. Your last moments with each other were marked by faces red with anger, furrowed brows, and tear-filled eyes as you desperately pleaded for him to listen. Closing your eyes, you think back to that night.

There’s snow covering the ground, Jason’s complaining about Bruce treating him like a kid, and you just listen as you stare up at him while waiting in line to order.

You grab your food and sit in a secluded booth, far from the bustling crowd.

“I’m not a kid. I haven’t been one for a long time. He treats me like I’m still in the learning phase. Like, I haven’t been with him for almost two years! You know, after Dick had been with him for two years, he had joined the Titans!” He takes a massive bite of the burger in his hands, and with his mouth full of food, he speaks again. “I’m going to show him. Hell, I’ll go after Joker if it shows him to take me seriously.”

You giggle at him, “Yeah, great idea, Jay. I’ll take down Croc while we’re at it.” You look up from your meal when you don’t hear him laugh.

“I’m not kidding,” he had a stern look on his face.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?” He stops mid-chew to look at you like you’re crazy.

“Look, Jay, I know how hard it is to deal with Bruce, but don’t you think that’s a little too much?” You shrug, trying to ease the uncomfortableness that’s fallen over the table.

“Actually, you don’t know how hard it is to deal with Bruce.” Great, you think. He’s putting up a wall. “You don’t think I can do it?” he accuses you.

“It’s not that, just…maybe wait a little longer.”

He scoffs, “I could do it. I could take any of them.”

“I’m sure you could, but wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t risk it? Wouldn’t it be better if you could confidently take them down in a couple of years?”

“The only ones not confident in me are you and Bruce.”

“Don’t lump me in with him. I just think there are other ways to show him you’re ready to move on from being the dynamic duo.”

“None of that will be as effective as this. If I show him, I can hold my own. He won’t be able to ignore it.” Jason’s being stubborn as always, and usually, you love that about him, but right now, it’s adding to your aggravation.

“Unless you get killed!” You toss your hands up, trying to make your point more clearly.

“I can’t believe this. You’re supposed to support me. Why don’t you see that I can do this?” His eyebrows furrow, his face getting slightly flushed as he grows angrier.

“Jason, it’s a stupid idea! There’s such a high chance of you getting injured or, worse, killed! Why do you not care about that?”

“I bet if Dick had told you this, you’d bat your eyelashes and tell him he’s so brave.” He jeered. Your eyes soften slightly, knowing how he constantly compares himself to others. He had a wicked jealous streak, not to mention his fear of not being good enough. You know he wants to impress Bruce, to show that he was better than Dick, that he was the best yet.

“Don’t be an ass, Jay. I’m trying to look out for you.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me. I can do that myself.” He stands from the table, and you lunge up after him. Following him outside.

“Just forget I said anything. No one trusts me. No one believes in me. I’m just Jason, the poor alley kid Bruce Wayne so generously took in. I’m just the second Robin, constantly compared to Boy Wonder.” He whips around to face you. “I’m so fucking tired of it! I want to be seen for who I am, not for where I came from. No one has faith in me, but I’ll prove it. I’ll show all of you that you’re wrong.”

You step back from him, your face twisting as you empathize with me. He notices immediately, and his anger just furthers.

“Don’t you fucking dare look at me like that. I don’t need your pity. I don’t need anything from you.” He turns back around and begins stalking toward the nearest alley. You chase after him, the cold air nipping at your burning face.

You feel your eyes welling up with tears but refuse to cry, “Jason, wait, please!”

His pace doesn’t decline. “Jay, I just want to keep you here for as long as possible! I don’t care about where you come from or who’s been here before you! I just care that you’re still here! You can’t do this.” You finally catch up and grab his arm.

Turning quickly, he grabs your arm and shoves you off him. His eyes are full of fire, and they’re glossy with tears. “Nothing you say can stop me. I was just hoping you’d be different and that you’d understand. I hoped you’d be a good friend and at least lie, but you didn’t because you’re just like them.”

“Please don’t do anything stupid, please, Jason.” You grab at him again, but he dodges your hand. You feel the tears overflowing, and your throat gets tight as your nose burns.

“Jason, please, just listen to me. Just think about this. Please don’t, Jason.” The tears have started to fall as you beg him.

The tears that roll down your face feel like knives slicing him open. He has to turn away. He can’t stand to see you cry, especially since he caused it. He doesn’t respond to your pleas as he makes his way up and out of the alley.

A huge booming noise towards Miagani pulls you back to the present. You can hear multiple rapid shots exchanged between tanks and the Batmobile. Pressing a button on the tempad on your wrist, you hear the low rumble of your motorcycle nearby. You jump off the building and press the button again. From around the corner, your bike appears. Positioning yourself on the bike, you grip the handlebars tightly, feeling the engine's vibration reverberate through your hands as you accelerate towards triple-digit speeds, racing towards Miagani Island.

Arriving at the scene, it is obvious you’re too late. Destroyed tanks fill the area, with some still burning. The thought of following Bruce crosses your mind, but it quickly vanishes once you see the tunnel. You’re very intrigued by the tunnel. The pull is irresistible, like a pirate under the spell of a siren's song.

As you slowly roll down, you’re stunned at the realization that there had been a massive militia presence under your feet this entire time. Your eyes dart from one direction to another, constantly scanning your surroundings. Despite the appearance of a complete evacuation, you remain on high alert, not lowering your guard. The tunnel opening fades from sight, leaving you with a pounding heart and a sense of unease. As you venture deeper, an unsettling feeling of being watched washes over you. You just blame it on nerves.

There’s a room on the left side of the tunnel. You wonder if there’s anything in there that could help find Barbara. You position your bike nearby in case you need a quick getaway. Walking around, you examine every piece of paper, nook, and cranny. Luckily, your search isn’t wholly void; you find some Batarangs.

As you stand from picking up the Batarangs, the feeling of being watched is so strong you quickly whip around to look at the door. Your blood runs cold as you come face to face with the Arkham Knight.

“It must be my lucky night, getting two of you little heroes in a row. Even better is that you brought yourself to me.” His modulated voice adds to echoes around the room.

Without meaning to, you’ve taken a step back. Arkham Knight matches by stepping forward.

“If we’re going to fight, let’s get on with it.” What sounds like a laugh comes through his helmet before he lunges at you.

His fist met your body quick and hard. Blocking as many as you could, you landed some of your own. Each punch from you lands with a resounding thud against his combat suit. You're doing well until he grips your shoulders, forcefully slamming you against his knee. The impact of his knee against your stitched-up side sends a lightning bolt of pain all over. As the pain rattles your body, you crumble to the ground, feeling the hard surface beneath you. His towering body seemed even more looming as he stared down at you.

He straddles your body, not even flinching as you thrash and punch him. He tightly grips your neck, his hands constricting like a vise. You know you’re going to be bruised. As he tries to suffocate you, you swiftly wrap your legs around his waist, desperately seeking leverage. You attempt to gain an advantage by extending your arms as far as possible, pushing against the front of his helmet, and contorting your body to move his head back. His grip on your neck relaxes ever so lightly as you twist his neck further to the side.

With his grip still on your neck, you brace your arms in a triangle-like shape under his. Slamming them against his, you break out of the lock he has on you. Following it with a kick to his chest. The impact is jarring, sending a shockwave of sensation up your legs. With a backward roll, he allows you to rise to your feet. When you turn to face him, you see the Knight back on his feet, ready for another round. Both of you stand there, eyes locked, the tension palpable. He waits for you to bolt out the door as you wait for him to lunge at you.

He jerks his head at the doorway, “Go ahead, run.” Even through the voice disruptor, you can hear the smirk he’s wearing.

You break the stand-off by slinging the batarangs at him. They take him by surprise, and he instinctively swipes at them in self-defense, giving you time to run towards your bike. You hear his footsteps thudding behind you as you approach your bike. Before you can swing your leg to get on, you’re being picked up and slammed down onto the dirt. Your brain rattles in your skull from the force, and you go blind with rage.

Going ballistic, you start punching and you don’t stop. Even as he blocks, you keep going, sidestepping his fist and his legs as he attempts to kick. You circle him so fast that he gets dizzy. Ducking down, you strike his midsection with jabs, then deliver an uppercut to his metal head. In a twisting motion, you aim to deliver a roundhouse kick, but he successfully catches your ankle as your foot comes close to him. You support him by propelling yourself towards him.

He wobbles backward. You entwine your legs around his waist and thrust yourself towards his center of mass. He falls to the dirt with a thud. Your strength doesn’t waver, not even when you’re on top. Straddling him, you slam the front of his helmet with both hands. Despite repeating the process, the glass remains unbreakable. Yanking out one of your blades, you aim for his unarmoured neck. Just before the blade hits, he grabs your arms only centimeters away.

“I wonder how Batman will feel about this murder attempt?” He taunts you.

Determined to get the blade through his neck, you push as hard as you can. “I wonder how it’ll feel when I slice through your vocal cords.” You snarl back at him.

He chuckles, pretending he doesn’t feel the blade against his Adam’s apple.

You lean forward, using your body weight to press the blade down. It backfires and allows him to ram his helmet against your forehead. After you tumble off of you, you attempt to crawl toward your bike. The black spots in your vision make it almost impossible to see it.

Arkham Knight stands there, watching as you crawl to your motorcycle. He almost for half a second feels for you. For half a second, he thinks back to when he was Robin. He thinks of that little boy so full of red-hot rage, so stubborn to prove himself. He sees Jason Todd in you. Soon, images of himself crawling away from Joker derail his mind. The asylum’s grimy, moldy floors squeak as he moves away from Joker. The new Robin suit being caked with blood and the massive headache he had all the time.

He can’t breathe. He hates watching you crawl. He hates seeing you. He hates Batman. He wants him to pay, to feel how he feels. He needs to send a message.

He stalks over to you, and once he’s close enough, he kicks you in the side so hard you flip over. He places his boot on your chest, applying enough pressure to make you wheeze.

“Don’t blame me for this. Blame Batman. He wasn’t here to protect you. He left you all alone.” He says it like he’s pitying you. No teasing or taunting, just pity.

He takes a small gun and aims it at your chest. You double-click the button on your tempad that alerts your bike to come to your location. It roars to life and charges in your direction. The speed of the bike causes his instincts to kick in, and he swiftly leaps aside. With lightning speed, you mount the bike and zip away. As you emerge from the tunnel, the sight of the Gotham streets greets you, and in that moment, a wave of relief washes over you.

Standing there, the Knight watches you disappear into the distance, the sound of the motorcycle reverberating off the walls. He raises the gun, his finger hovering over the trigger, but then abruptly lowers it, a moment of hesitation flashing in his eyes. He’ll wait until the perfect moment. He wants Batman to witness your death. Nothing and no one is safe from the Arkham Knight, and he’s going to make sure that Bruce knows that.

taglist: @thegirlwiththeyarn @pank0w @geminizmoonz @emilia527 @elizamay @anime5005 @babypaperwitch @skypperlegacy @rwylm-things @mayo-0-o @ex-cla-ma-tion @pheonixfucu @not-herexo @g0atmansbridge182 @theg0ddesshera @redhoodedangel @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @marigiano @lyralibra @lilocapoca @misaki-kira8 @blackcanary130 @ykyouluvme @kiwi03 @xbonniepricexx @definitelynotanalien @ghostlyleech @pinkmaggit666 @0littlestwolf0 @stupid-ninja @reanie-xoxo @kittykatchicha @bunz-lover @justalittleb1tcrazy @gghoulpool @snackeyalleyjuice @deadplantluver @comealivedaya @thefandomdiaries07 @peter-parker-tony-stank-trash @awstrck @gemini-bichxx-blog @jennifermoyas @xdrin @harleycao @screamingsilence3 @ex-pinguina @kat-nee

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd #arkham knight x reader #batman arkham knight #Arkham knight x fem!reader #if only you knew #ioyk #dc comics #arkham knight #red hood #red hood x reader

64 notes · View notes

seenoversundown · 5 months ago

Text

For Death Or Glory: Chapter Seventeen

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (I’ll sneak the sexy warnings in at the end so you can look away if you want) Mild Anxiety if you squint, drinking/alcohol, discussion including sex references, gentle brotherly bullying, a lot of pointing and laughing at Jake (lovingly), Pirates Of The Caribbean references, Tall Tales from our Short King, Fluff, wholesome family time, silly banter amongst the boys.

*smut warnings*: sexual language, praise kink insinuation 😏, fingering, use of captain/daddy (it’s mild) thigh riding, Jake is sexy as hell, everyone.

Word Count: 5.1k 🤭

Summary: It’s Trivia Night! Charlotte decides to hang out with everyone for the night and gets to hear plenty about our favorite little pirate man.

Author's Note: ITS A FAMILY EPISODE 🥰 This was honestly way too fun to write 😂 I hope you enjoy getting to hang out with everyone because it was fun finding ways for them to interact with my main girl, Charlotte. 💕

(I listened to Bed Chem and Juno by Sabrina a lot also while writing parts of this chapter so do with that what you will! 🤭😘)

Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter "I'll be honest, Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense, Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in."

It took some mild convincing from Quinn and Jacob, but I’ve decided to participate in Trivia Night with everyone. Not going to act like I'm not a little nervous to hang out with everybody again since the only time I saw them all together was at Halloween, and I was drowning my nerves with whatever drink ended up in my hand.

“You’re already friends with Quinn, and I’m sure the ladies love you,” Jake quietly tried to pep talk me as I sat in my usual seat at the bar.

“No, I know,” I sigh. “It’s more the boys that make me nervous.”

“They’re just louder than me,” he laughs. “They’ll be nice to you though, don’t even worry about them.”

I take a deep breath as I look at him.

“I’ll spit in their drinks if they’re mean to you; how’s that sound?” His eyebrow raised as he said it, and I couldn’t help the laugh that fell out of me.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re not clocked in, so,” he says with a dumb little smile on his lips.

“Oooo Lottie, you’re hereeee!” Quinn yells as they step foot into the bar. The rest of them slowly trickled in behind them.

They wrap their arms around me, practically swaying the barstool with them. “Come sit with us?” Okay, okay, okay. I nod and follow behind them.

Once the booth has been claimed, the boys apparently wander off to grab drinks and queue up songs on the jukebox.

“Since the boys aren’t here for a minute— have you two.. y’know?” Quinn asks with a dramatic wink, and I can feel the blood rushing to my face. They already know you’ve kissed him; what’s the harm?

My hand covers my mouth, trying to hide the smile growing while I nod. I practically received a standing ovation at the confirmation.

“You have to tell us how it went because we’ve never really even seen any girl that he’s even been on a date with! Let alone actually sleep with,” Willa says, leaning into her hand with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face.

“Oh, um, well,” I hesitate, not really knowing what to say. This was easier with Cass because we just didn’t have a filter with each other, and I’m still not sure what is too much with them.

Quinn can definitely sense the panic so they cave and ask, “Does he know what he’s doing?”

“YEAH,” my eyes go wide. “He’s probably more deceiving than you’d think.” My eyebrows practically touch my hairline at the thought.

A collective giggle from the table made me laugh.

Mel whispers, “Did he make you–”

“Three times in one night.”

“JAKE, YOU DOG,” she whisper-screams back to me.

Willa and Quinn just look at each other before Willa finally lets out, “.. must run in the family.”

“What runs in the family?” Sam asks, handing Willa her drink. Danny is next to him, handing Mel’s drink over to her, and then takes off to get trivia night going.

Mel’s eyebrows shoot up as she lets a quiet “Being a little bitch,” slip out before she sips on her drink; the smirk on her face is undeniable.

“Oh, fuck off,” Sam laughs, sitting in the booth next to Willa.

Josh isn’t far behind him, holding three drinks. Setting them down, but quickly handing Quinn’s over to them and then sliding one over to me.

He leans down to me, whispering, “I was given the task of bringing your beverage from a secret admirer of sorts.” My stomach filled with butterflies at his comment.

“Hey! This is the family table, no secrets!” Sam pipes up.

Josh whips his head over, “I was just politely asking if I may squeeze in next to my little lovebug over there; otherwise, I will take the shortcut!” He steps his foot onto the edge of the table, making everyone panic for a moment. I quickly slide out of the booth while Mel and Quinn trade spots to make it easier.

Danny starts explaining the basics of trivia night to everyone; hearing his voice like that was so odd because he’s been so quiet around me; it’s almost like I hadn’t heard him speak before.

“Tonight’s theme is Pirates of the Caribbean! “ His enthusiasm is rapidly met with a collective groan from everyone. I glance over at Jake, who is just beaming over the theme—of course, he’s excited.

A few patrons, including Linda, hollered, ‘Not fair!’

“Hey now,” Danny chimes back in, “Before everyone gets too mad, Jake will be bartending as his handicap for tonight’s trivia!”

Everyone I’m sitting with is pointing and laughing at Jake as he dramatically pouts behind the bar. I can’t take my eyes off him as he finally breaks the sad face, laughing with someone sitting in front of him at the bar. It’s adorable how much he loves his job. His eyes meet mine, making my heart stop for a second, as he smiles and shoots me a little wink before turning to grab another drink for someone.

“We’ll start with an easy one- a warm-up, if you will. Which movie was the infamous mermaid scene in?”

The fourth one.

“Charlotte, has Jake told you about the first time he got drunk?” Sam asks, already laughing at the question.

My eyebrows raise, and I glance over at him behind the bar. “He has not, and I’m fully ready to hear it.”

“Oh, it’s a treat– TRUST,” Willa chimes in.

Sam and Josh whisper between themselves before turning back to me, “Okay, so Daniel was actually at the house with me because it was a weekend, obviously.”

Oh, he’s locked in, I’m ready.

“We were what, like thirteen or fourteen at the time, right Daniel?”

“Something like that,” Danny quickly answers.

“Anyway- so we’re just playing video games, as teenage boys do, and then Josh knocks on the door.” Sam looks to Josh, who is always ready to take over a story.

He leaned forward, looking over at Jake and then back at me. “This guy over here decided that he would just drink anything that was handed to him at this party. Lo and behold, he ended up walking like a baby deer by the time we got home.” He barks out a laugh, “He ended up eating shit in the front yard because he swore he didn’t need my help.”

It was my turn to laugh, looking over to Jake, who was bright red at this point; he must have had to sit through this story often because he was taking it like a champ.

“Oh, and it gets worse,” Danny chimes in.

“Yes! So, I ran inside quietly and grabbed these two,” Josh points at Sam and Dan, “To try and help me get the drunk out of the yard before our parents woke up.”

“But even with all three of us, we couldn’t get him stable enough to walk into the house carefully.”

“You guys don’t have to tell everybody this story, you know?” Jake shouts from behind the bar.

“Oh, but we do!” Josh rebuttals.

“After a few minutes of trying to get him up, we realized it was a lost cause and went and got our dad for help.”

“Oh my god, no,” slips out of me before I can stop it.

Making them all laugh because they know what’s coming next.

“Well, our dad surprisingly didn’t get that mad,” Sam starts, “But he did insist on taking pictures before carrying him inside.”

“Mom added them to a scrapbook!” Josh adds.

My hand flies up to cover my mouth as I laugh at the thought of drunk teenage Jake passing out in the yard. My self-control ran low when I finally let out, “Please tell me she would send you the picture right now; I need to see it.”

“Oh dear, I thought you’d never ask!” Josh laughs, pulling out his phone. “While we wait for the glorious photo, may I offer you another silly Jake story?”

“You really don’t have to,” Jake says, setting down a tray of new drinks for the table. “Feels a little unfair; you’re airing out my dirty laundry, and I can’t even defend myself.”

“But, Lottie needs to be caught up on the Jake Lore!” Quinn pipes up, making the whole table laugh. His head drops back when everybody laughs, but his smile creeps through as he tries to scowl at them.

“Can you at least throw in one redeeming one?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see, kid.”

‘What is Will Turner wearing when he’s rescued?’

Oh.. the pirate medallion that Elizabeth takes.

“Look who came to say ‘Hi’ for a few minutes!” Mel announces as she approaches the table with her daughter. I’ve never seen a group of people get so excited over a child. I watch as everybody takes turns hugging her. Josh definitely took the most time, spending time talking with her. They are the most precious little buddies.

She’s sitting on Quinn’s lap when I see her eyes light up as Jake comes over to the table. She quickly stands up in the booth, pointing to him with a big cheesy smile. Jake reaches out, stealing her away from Quinn, and despite the fact she probably couldn’t hear him, he lets out a, “Come here, sweetheart.”

Why is that sexy? My hands start to sweat a little as I watch him hold her; he has her propped up with one of his arms. He brushes the hair away from her face as she just beams at him. Oh my god?

“I’ll get you,” he mouths to her before tickling her little neck and then her belly. I can’t stop myself from noticing how big his hands look right now, as his palm seemingly takes up half of her tiny body. Her laughter fills the air as he plays with her for a minute. I don’t think I’ll be able to get this out of my head now. Why.. How is he so good with kids?

She wraps her arms around his neck in a hug, his hand rubbing her back as Mel walks back up.

“Oh, how sweet,” she says, “She was asking if you would be here tonight, Jake.”

“She hasn’t figured out I live here yet, huh?” he jokes, looking at her and smiling so big at her. I’m not even in a relationship with this man; why is this so–

His voice pulls me out of my head, “Char, do you want another drink?” Hearing him call me by a nickname catches me off guard. He hands Iris over to Danny as I’m nodding at him, and he steals my glass from me.

“Oh, perfect timing!” Josh boasts, sliding his phone across the table. “The requested photo.” The way I picked it up could have been at record speed.

And what a feast for the eyes it was; there lies a baby version of Jacob, absolutely obliterated in the grass.

“You can swipe for another good one,” Josh pipes up, his cackle quickly following.

Hesitantly swiping to the next one, it’s of him thrown over his dad’s shoulder with Sam cheesing next to him. Jake’s eyes are shut, and his hair is all over the place, but the way you can tell in the photo alone that he has just given up is hilarious. It’s cute that his family didn’t yell at him for it, and if this was the worst punishment he got, he was pretty lucky.

“Oh god,” Jake’s voice suddenly next to me again. “Not my best moment, clearly.” I laugh quietly as I look up at him, his face softening a bit when he looks back at me.

“Didn’t pin you as a sloppy kind of drunk, Jacob,” I tease.

His smile grows quickly, “He’s a different breed– I don’t like to let him out very often.” Oh, I need to see him a little drunk at some point.

‘What is Jack’s last line in Dead Man’s Chest?’

Jake leans down, his mouth hovering over my ear before saying, “Hello, beastie,” in his finest Jack Sparrow accent. The sound of his laugh graced my ears as he stood back up. Not entirely proud of how the English accent affects me, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Oh!” Josh pipes up, “Jacob, remember when you planned that one date in high school?”

“Haha, oh boy, I have a bar to tend to, unfortunately,” his eyes wide as he walks off to escape this story.

“So what about this date?” I lean into my hand, looking over at Josh.

“It was really very cute,” he starts. “He asked this girl out, and she actually said yes. So, he spent like a week and a half planning out this date-”

A collective ‘awww’ coming from the rest of us.

“Well, she never showed up. He was devastated. Our poor Jake has been getting ghosted since the beginning of time.”

How does he have such bad luck with girls?

“He did get stood up— what was it like three months ago?” Willa asks, looking at Sam. He nods mid-sip of his beer. “Poor guy moped around for a week.”

“It’s honestly baffling; he really is such a sweetheart,” Quinn adds, with Josh nodding along with them.

“How come Quinn can say that and it’s okay, but I tell him he’s handsome ONE TIME—,” Willa starts, her face back towards Sam.

“Wrong– you’ve said it twice,” he corrects her with a smug look on his face.

She rolls her eyes, “Sam, be so serious right now,”

“YEAH, that’s right, I’m keeping track!” his voice raises for a second but immediately drops when he says, “Plus, you’re MY very beautiful and hot girlfriend, we don’t need to give him any ideas.” He side-eyes Jake while he wraps his arms around her shoulders tightly.

“He’s not going to try and steal Willa from you, Samantha,” Quinn giggles, watching him hold her hostage. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

After finally being able to get away from the storytime table, I hustle to the bathroom: two drinks plus Josh’s storytelling skills, a recipe for disaster.

“Oh, excuse me,” I back away from the bathroom door as an older lady walks out.

She stops in front of me for a second, her eyes lighting up, “Well, it’s about time I run into you.”

“Um..” I hesitate.

“I’m Eleanor,” she grabs my hand gently, “Or El, whichever the boys feel like that day.” The realization of who she is hits me; this is the one Willa said Jake was going to marry.

“Oh! Hi, I’m Charlotte,” I shake her hand lightly, “I’ve heard about you, nice to officially meet you.”

Her smile is contagious, “What a pretty name for such a beautiful girl.”

“Oh, you’re too sweet.”

“It’s nice seeing him so happy, you know?” She starts, “I’m not trying to tell all his secrets, but the poor boy has just had no luck the last few years. Constantly being let down by all these girls— which is such a shame because he’s such a charming young man.”

My heart hurts hearing her say that. Why would girls not like him?

“Oh really? I didn’t realize it had been that bad.”

“Yeah, the poor thing had basically given up on dating. He really just invested himself into being here, which is admirable of him, but between you and me,” she leans in, “Linda and I are so glad that you’re getting him out of here a little. He needs it.”

“He really is something special,” I admit to her, “It’s a loss for all the girls who didn’t give him enough of a chance.”

“You said it!” she giggles; it seems her voice is just quiet by nature. “If I were younger, I’d be trying to take him home with me.” Her little wink made me laugh.

“I’m not one to kiss and tell,” I whisper, leaning closer to her, “But you’d be making the right choice.” She giggles with me this time.

“Well, let me not hold you up any longer! I’ll see you out there,” she squeezes my forearm gently as she turns to walk away. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

As I’m walking out of the bathroom, I catch him coming from the back room and promptly make myself in his way.

“Hey you,” he whispers.

“Hi,” I say quietly back, “What are the odds I can steal you away?” Letting my hand run down his forearm, he subtly grabs it while he listens.

“For work or..” his voice trails off, and that damn eyebrow of his popping up.

Shaking my head, “Mmm.. definitely not work.” I pull my bottom lip in with my teeth as I look at him.

“Ohhh, I see,” his shitty little smirk coming out.

“So, is that a yes?”

He looks down the hall past me, “I don’t know about that, Red.”

“We could just sneak upstairs real quick,” I don’t even care how desperate I sound at this point because I am a little desperate.

“The bar’s kinda busy, I don’t–”

I quickly cut him off, “What about your office?”

“Someone’s eager?” His eyebrows pull together for a second as he looks me up and down.

Hooking my finger into his belt loop, tugging him toward me, “Baby, please,” batting my eyelashes at him.

“What’s gotten into you?” his laugh lacing the question.

“Just seeing you with Iris, I don't know..” trailing off, I lean forward into him, my hand holding the side of his face, “I just think you’d make a cute daddy.”

Pink creeps into his cheeks rapidly before he spits out, “I’ll meet you in my office in five minutes.” ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

He backs me into his desk, slotting his leg between mine. He leans against me, letting his weight press into me.

“Jake, please,” I moan as he leans even further into me, making my hips grind against his thigh.

“Needy little thing,” he whispers as I moan into his mouth, still trying to resist riding his thigh. He glances down for a second as my hips betray me, “Does that feel good?”

My face warms up, and a small “mhm” escapes me. The smirk on his face makes my stomach turn, nervous about whatever is going on inside his head. He leans in, the kiss feels more heated than before. His teeth lightly grabbed my lip, which sent a little shiver through my body and caused my hips to start moving a bit more forcefully.

“Keep going,” he whispers against my lips, “use me, honey.”

“Fuck me,” falls out of me, the friction making my head spin.

He quietly laughs, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

God, he needs to never stop talking.

His lips leave kisses down my neck, finding every sensitive spot he can get to. I’m doing everything in my power to refrain from moaning too loudly, but he’s making it increasingly more difficult. The waves of pleasure shooting through me every time I roll my hips are only made worse by the feeling of his smile against my throat.

“Jake–,” I whine. “Touch me.” I slide my hand down the back of his arm, trying to pull it from behind me.

“Oh, you need my hands?” He teases me, whispering a breath away from my ear. “Is that what you want?” He unbuttons my pants but hesitates to do anything else. The amount that I want, need rather, him to just touch me, is bordering painful.

“Baby, please,” I moan into his ear, “You’re just so good at it.” His hand immediately slid into my pants at the praise, running his fingers across my panties that are practically drenched at this point.

“All that for me?” He coos into my ear, sliding the soaked fabric to the side; his fingers gently rubbing against my throbbing clit, causing a louder moan to slip out. “Gotta stay quiet for me, honey. Unless you want everyone to know how good I make you feel.”

His voice was killing me as he added pressure with his fingers; the build of my orgasm was quick once he got involved. His hand slides down as he hooks his middle finger into me. Letting his palm rest against my clit as his finger pumps into me, the friction was just enough to keep inching me closer.

“I’m so close,” I quietly whimper.

He leans in closer to my face, hovering just above my lips, “Let me have it, honey.” He slid his ring finger into me as he said it and then leaned in to kiss me as his hand moved faster. I can feel the orgasm about to snap inside me when he lets his tongue gently dance across my lip. My jaw falls open as my release finally hits; I can feel the wetness against his hand as he works me through it. As I come down from it, his hand slows with me.

He carefully pulled his hand back, grabbed my jaw with the other, and pressed one slow kiss into me. He lingers close to me for a second and, with his cheeky little smirk, asks, “Feel better?”

I giggle against his lips, kissing him a few more times before deciding to add fuel to the fire, “For now.”

“For now?”

“Oh, Jacob,” I tease, sliding my arms around his neck. “I’ll be ready to actually ride you later.”

His eyes light up at my comment, “You may be the greatest friend I’ve ever had; I hope you know that.”

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I managed to slide back into the booth with minimal questioning, though I think Josh knew what had happened with the way his eyes were burning a hole into the side of my head for a moment.

“Oh, I did think of something wholesome for Charlotte,” Sam announces to the table.

“He’s not here,” Josh reminds him, “You don’t have to suck up to him.”

Sam’s laugh makes me laugh when he comes out with, “No, I know, but don’t we want them to get toge—“

“What were you going to say, babes?” Willa, wide-eyed, cuts him off before he finishes his sentence. Wait- do the boys want us to..?

“I was just thinking that- he’s always been the one we go to,” he says, his tone feels different. “Like, with anything. He’s typically the first one I’ll think to call if I need actual help with something.”

“No, that’s so true, actually,” Quinn chimes in. “He will do so much for the people he cares about. The amount of times he’s texted me to let me know that he left the door unlocked for me or that he bought more of the coffee creamer I like since I was at their place all the time anyway.”

Danny was lingering near us while they all talked about the exuberant amount of nice things Jake had done for them.

“He got me the job at the shipyard and then basically created a job for me here; I feel like that speaks volumes about who he is as a person,” Danny says quietly.

I look over as he’s at the opposite end of the bar; his smile is so wide. He must be talking to Linda and Eleanor– always taking time to talk to everyone while they sit there, but for those two specifically, he really makes sure to dote on them a little extra.

The table falls quiet, well- quiet is subjective, and I take my chance to ask the question that I’ve definitely been sitting on.

“Is there a reason for the Bob Seger cut out?” I ask. “Actually- there’s just a lot of Bob Seger that happens here? Because I’ve been here near closing time, and Night Moves, I think..has been on every time.”

Everyone looked at each other; it was almost comical the way they all paused when I asked.

“Jake!” Josh hollers, “Your presence is needed!” I watch him move through the room, slowly moving through people to get to us. “Someone is asking questions that..you should be here for.”

“Okay, shoot.”

I look up at him, “What’s with all the Bob Seger?”

“Oh!” His eyes darted over to Josh. “Haha, well–.”

Willa chimes in, “Oh, this should be good.”

“It started with Night Moves and, uh,” He pauses, looking down at the table for a second.

Josh quickly chimes in, “Mind’s slipping away from you?”

His head whipped up to look at Josh, “No no, just want to make sure I recall it correctly!”

“Well,” Sam pipes up, “we got ALL night.”

Danny bumps into him, whispering something in his ear.

“Ah! Yes, thank you, Dan,” he says, patting Danny’s arm as he walks off. “Have you heard the lore of the Old Port Pirate?”

“Obviously not,” I giggle.

Sam pipes up quickly, “Really!?”

“Oh! Charlotte, you’re in for a treat,” Mel says, leaning into her hand, ready to hear this story.

“Josh, do you mind watching the bar for a minute while I explain this?”

“Oh, but of course!” He quips back. “I do love this story, so I’ll be lingering over here!”

I let Josh out of the booth, with Jake sliding in next to me as I sat back down. He turns to face me a little with a smirk on his face.

“So, there’s this man who wanders around the Old Port, typically found sitting in front of one of the stores nearby. We’ve been told that he thinks he’s a pirate, so..that’s where the name comes from,” he chuckles at himself. “Well, he wandered in here the day we opened, and obviously, from one pirate to another, I wasn’t about to send him on his way.” And a precious little pirate you are, Jacob.

“Of course not! Pirates are always welcome in a tavern!” Quinn chimes in.

“Exactly– I’m glad you understand,” he says. “While he was here, he barely spoke. Just kept to himself the entire night until Night Moves started playing.”

I glance around the table; Sam, Willa, and Mel are all fully invested in this. Wait..

He excitedly continues his story time, “He waved me down and proceeded to tell me about how Night Moves was his favorite song. Said that he actually knew Bob at one point– which I’m not going to tell him that I don’t buy it because.. well, if you saw the guy, you’d understand.”

“So you just…play it every day?” Why do I kind of believe him?

“Well, we never know when he’s going to come back or if he will,” he tells me. “But I want to make sure he feels welcome!”

Willa asks, “Didn’t he pay with a doubloon?”

“He did! That’s why it’s framed over there!” Josh hollers from behind the bar.

“Oh,” I try to collect my thoughts. “Well, um—”

“I know it’s a pretty exhilarating story- take your time to process it,” he says, double-tapping the table. “I do need to go take the bar back from Josh, so if you have any more questions, you know where to find me.” His hand gently squeezes my arm before he scurries back to the bar.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“Alright, be honest,” I say as he walks over to me. “Is this pirate man real?”

“Of course, he is,” he says, no hesitation in his voice. “Do you want more to drink?” I nod as I’m trying to figure out if he’s lying.

I let out a small, “Mmmm..” folding my arms over my chest as I watched him make a fresh drink for me.

He slides it over to me, “Have I lied to you before, honey?”

The way I want to kiss- I mean, smack the smirk off his face. My arms drop, and I can’t fight the smile on my face any longer, “Alright, I’ll believe you.”

He leans forward onto the bar, resting his head in his hand, “While you’re here.. you should stay with me tonight.”

“Mmm.. I don’t know if I should,” I tease him.

He blinks slowly at me, a little smirk on his lips, “What if I promise to make you breakfast?”

“Well.. that does sound nice but..” trying to sound dramatic, but let’s be honest- there’s no way he wouldn’t win this battle.

“Josh is going to Quinn’s,” he pauses and lowers his voice “.. we can have sex.” His eyebrows shoot up, making me giggle.

“Now we’re talking, Captain.” I lean forward into my hand now; we probably look ridiculous right now.

“What was the other name you called me?” He winks at me, pulling his bottom lip in with his teeth.

“Oh, you liked that, huh?”

“Might need to try it out later and see,” he says, giggling to himself. It’s cute how excited he gets over little things like that. I wave him closer, and he leans a little further. I stand on the little supports of the barstool to meet him in the middle.

I whisper into his ear, “Whatever you want, daddy.”

His jaw goes slack, as he stares at me, slowly shaking his head while that devious little smile of his grows on his face. I just raise one of my eyebrows at him, waiting for the truth to come out.

“If you keep talking like that,” his voice trails off.

I can’t stop myself from asking, “What about it?”

“I’ll be making sure you let the neighbors know.”

I gasp before I can even think, “Jacob!”

“Yeah, it’ll sound kinda like that,” he says; the smug look on his face as he backs away is killing me.

I know my face has to be red at this rate; I let out a fairly loud “Um!” Glancing around at the people near us, including his brothers.

“They didn’t hear, don’t worry,” he laughs; I hate how sexy he is sometimes. “I only want you to hear me anyway.”

Oh, this man is on one tonight.

“Charlotte!” Willa yells from across the room, distracting me from him. Thank god. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Spending the rest of the night laughing and hanging out with everyone. Jacob still managed to school everyone on his Pirates of the Caribbean knowledge, not that anybody was shocked. It was nice getting to just spend time with people, even if it was a lot of them having to fill me in on the backstories of most conversations. They were so welcoming to me.

And amid another Josh story, I hear the sweetest sound faintly over the chatter in the bar and even cutting through Josh’s voice; the opening chords of Night Moves started to play. I glance over to Jacob, whose eyes are locked on me, and something about his stare makes my heart flutter.

‘Workin’ on our night moves—“

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Eighteen

FDOG Master Post | Masterlist | Playlist

Reply or fill out this form to be added to the taglist

Taglist:

@gvfsstardust @myleftsock @mindastreamofcolours-deactivate @dont-go-home-without-me @literal-dead-leaf

@lizzys-sunflower @mackalah @klarxtr @edgingthedarkness @writingcold

@takenbythemadness @earthgrlsreasy @peaceloveunitygvf

@josh-iamyour-mama @anythingforjtk

@broken0mens @whereiskeara @gvf-luna @katuschka @threadofstars @i-love-gvf

@jazzyfigz @smoking-jakelane @gretavanfan @scoreofinfantryvines

@demonrat444 @hollyco @ourlovesdesire

@musicspeaks @wrldabomination @chloeshell1219

@becinabubblegvf @sanguinebats @lallisonl

@nicoleghost18 @lightmy-love @myownparadise96 @cheersdannyx2

38 notes · View notes

musings-of-a-rose · 8 months ago

Text

Falling Slowly - Chapter 10

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I'm sorry this took so long to post! Originally this was supposed to be it, but this chapter took a lot more to write than I anticipated, so you'll have one more chapter after this one!

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

❤If you enjoy the fic, please consider giving me a warm beverage! (It is not required in any way!)

**Divider made by @benkeibear

**Reader is not described

Main Masterlist

Falling Slowly Masterlist

Tommy Miller Masterlist

Tommy was right about Joel. Not only did he refuse to come, he got into an argument with Tommy, calling him all sorts of names before storming out. Rose and Sarah both think he's just scared of losing Tommy, and they're probably right. My pants would be engulfed in flames if I said I wasn't scared shitless.

But the alternative is staying here and, as much as I love this cabin and our family, we can't stay here with this raider situation. I cannot lose my husband.

Tommy ends up having to do one more raider mission, but he knows that I'm packing up our things, quietly. Jax is mostly upset about leaving Sarah, but he understands why we have to leave. He may only be 13, but he's fairly observant. He's seen the weight on his father's shoulders and knows that it can't stay that way.

I get everything gathered up, provisions, any personal items that we'd need, like our packs. I fill up canteens and water canisters they had lifted from an old Walmart a couple years back. When Tommy and Joel return, Tommy actually has a little pep in his step. He pulls me in for a hug, whispering in my ear.

"I have a Firefly meetup location."

That had been the reason Tommy had gone out once more, to scout more information about the Fireflies. I don't know how he did it, but he did, the scowl on Joel's face all the confirmation I need to know it's legit.

We all take full showers, not knowing when we'll have this luxury again, Tommy and I lingering a little longer than was necessary in ours. After a full night's rest, or as much rest as we can get, when the sun has barely risen, we're putting the last of our things in the back of the SUV. Rose and Sarah had come down and made breakfast while we finished packing and loading. Joel had come down but said nothing, eating silently as we all joked and ate, trying to push away the real idea that we may never see each other again.

Rose and Sarah walk Jax and I to the SUV out front, idle chatter trying to cover up how scared we were. Tommy and Joel are still inside and we figured we would give them their space.

"If he changes his mind, just find the Fireflies. They'll know where we are," I reassure Rose as she leans over to hug me. "Even if we end up leaving them, we'll leave word with where we go."

Rose nods against me. "Did you get the extra med kit I stashed in your bag?"

I chuckle. "Yeah. Thanks, mom."

She pulls back and cups my face. "Please be careful."

"You too."

She hugs me briefly again before stepping back. "Who knows, maybe Joel will change his mind."

Sarah blows a raspberry with her tongue. "Yeah, that'll happen."

I pull Sarah to me, still in shock that she's somehow 24 and not 12. A whole entire ass adult. She hugs me tight, like if she squeezes just a bit harder that I won't go.

"You watch out for your dad, Sarah. Don't let him get in his head. You know how he is."

She nods and pulls back, wiping tears from her face. "Pulling his head out of his ass should be fun."

Fuck I'm gonna miss this kid.

The front door opens and Tommy and Joel walk out, Tommy chatting away to a stoic faced Joel.

"...can change your mind, you know. We can pack everything up and be gone in a couple hours?" Tommy ends with a hopeful note, but his face quickly falls as Joel shakes his head.

"I already think you're fucking stupid for leaving this place."

"Fair enough. Well, you know how to find us." Tommy tosses his pack in the backseat and turns to give Joel a hug, their embrace lasting a little longer than it normally would have. Tommy moves on to Rose and Sarah, Joel stepping back to give them their space.

I walk up to him and squeeze his hand, his brown eyes, so like his brothers but so very different, finding mine. "Please think about it, Joel. Even without the Raiders, you know it's only a matter of time before the kids would want to leave and make their own lives."

He nods. "I can't promise we'll leave, but I promise to think on it."

"I'll take it."

Joel pulls me in for a hug, which always still surprises me a little, as I'd thought for the longest time that he hated me, only to find out he was pissed at Tommy for not asking me out for forever.

"Uncle Joel?" Jax cuts into our embrace and Joel whispers something in his ear, which must have been some joke between them because Jax starts laughing and Joel even cracked a small smile.

"We gotta get going, Daisy." Tommy touches my arm and I look at him, nodding before looking back at everyone, exchanging our last goodbyes and I love you's.

Driving away from our little corner of this new world into an uncertain one was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

"Welcome to the Fireflies," A woman named Marlene, who appears to be the big leader, welcomes us into their makeshift camp.

"Thanks for having us," Tommy shakes her hand and she nods.

"Anyone willing and able to join the fight. And from what I hear, you're an excellent shot. Military background?"

"Desert Storm."

Marlene nods. "We could definitely use that. Everyone pulls their weight around here. What can you two offer?" Marlene looks pointedly at me and Jax and it's then I realize that she wouldn't give two flying fucks about us if it it were between the mission and us. Something to keep an eye on.

"I'm really skilled with gardening."

"I swear this woman could grow an apple tree from a broken stick," Tommy chuckles.

"That's great but we don't really have much need for a gardener."

"Oh. Well I'm pretty good with medicine. My...sister in law was a doctor. I helped her a lot."

"Medicine? That we can definitely use. What about you?" She turns to Jax, who's eyes widen at being addressed directly, which make sense since he's only talked to us since he was 3.

"I uh, I'm good with ani-"

"He was learning medicine. Alongside me. He makes a good assistant."

Marlene looks between me and Jax for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Both of you report to the med room in the morning. You all have the rest of the night to settle in. Your room is at the end of the hall, the door with the Barbie sticker on it. I'll see you in the morning, Tommy." Marlene walks off, another Firefly immediately approaching her and speaking in a low voice.

"Well. Let's go see where our for now home is."

Tommy picks up his pack and a bag, all of us copying his movements, and heads down the dingy hallway. I'm sure this building was gorgeous, back in it's day. But the years since the outbreak haven't been kind, water had leaked through the roof, the wallpaper peeling back in places, piles of rubbish strewn about or pushed aside to make a path. We reach the door with the Barbie sticker and Tommy pushes inside, the room not much cleaner than the hallway. There were two beds in this once hotel room, but I'm not certain I want to sleep on them.

"I miss home," Jax says under his breath.

"Yeah, bud. Me too. But this is an adventure! And temporary. We can deal with this."

I appreciate his optimism, but I am also doubtful about the conditions of our living situation changing while with the roaming Firelfies.

Life with the Fireflies was constantly busy. It seemed like they were trying to fight multiple battles, people often going on missions away for weeks at a time, our camp always on the move and not just in one area but across the country. Tommy was often away, either helping Marlene strategize or actually putting his own boots on the ground. I hated when he had to do that. He'd get this look in his eyes, much like when he has PTSD dreams about his time in the Army.

After a time, Jax asked me why I had lied to Marlene about him helping with medical things as opposed to his gift with animals. I told him I wanted him close, which was the truth. It wasn't that I thought he wasn't capable, but I wanted him near me in case something happened. I didn't trust them. Not entirely.

About 2 years in, we were stationed outside of the Denver QZ, which was still controlled by FEDRA. It took them a few months of scouting and gathering intel before Marlene finally approached Tommy and another member, Eugene, about infiltrating the QZ, attacking them from the inside.

"I'm sorry, she wants you to be, what, a terrorist cell or something?" I couldn't believe what Tommy was telling me. I knew he had to be doing some things he didn't like, his PTSD was really bad these days, but this?

He nods. "Yeah, something like that. Except we aren't terrorists, Daisy."

I count on my fingers. "Infiltrating a city, gathering more intel, setting off bombs or some shit, and probably fucking.. I don't know, torturing people or whatever terrorists do? That's not terrorism?"

He shakes his head. "It's not like that, Daisy. FEDRA is a military dictatorship. Those civilians in there are struggling and dying under their bullshit terms."

I scoff. "So you're going to free them from their oppressors by bombing them?"

He pauses. "I don't make the call."

"No. You just follow orders." The anger and hurt in Tommy's eyes cut into me and I sigh. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I am. I'm just...I'm scared."

The anger softens and he takes my hand. "I know. I am too. But those people need our help."

6 months. Tommy had been gone in his "not terrorist cell" for 6 months. Marlene just avoided me now, not even bothering to see me when I demanded an update. She kept telling me she'd tell me when she knew something, but how do I trust her? She sends her people in like pawns, their deaths for the cause are justified in her eyes.

I remember the day he left. A soft kiss to my lips in my early morning daze, the press of his hips against mine, my moans catching in my throat as we have to be nearly silent.

I adjust his jacket by the front door, smoothing it down before running my fingers over his hair, which he'd let get a little longer these days, the curls sometimes tumbling over his forehead.

"I promise I'll come back, sweetheart."

"You better. Or I'm coming in the afterlife and dragging your ass back out."

He laughs, a sound I had become unfamiliar with, and it brings tears to my eyes. He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears. "I don't doubt that for a second."

"Please be safe. And don't be stupid."

He pulls me to him, my face nuzzling into his chest as I inhale his scent, trying desperately to etch it into my memory.

"I love you, Daisy. Keep Jax close."

"I will. I love you."

One last kiss, a swipe of his tongue in my mouth and he's gone, a small smile and freckles the last image of him before the door closed. He'd told me a few weeks, maybe a month tops. Or 2.

But it had been 6. Half a year.

Jax turned 16 shortly after Tommy had left and I could hear them trying to recruit him to be boots on the ground. Not that age really matters to them. I've seen them parade kids through here, no more than 11, putting a weapon in their hands and telling them they have a chance to fight for freedom. But Jax will have none of it. He took my warning when we first joined and poured himself into his role as a medical assistant, helping the other healers but always staying near me. I knew his heart wasn't in it, not like it was with animals. But that calming nature the animals loved allowed him to calm anyone who came in, whether they were dying or not.

It was late. I sent Jax to our room, letting him crash a bit earlier than normal because he just looked so weary. I start to tidy things up a bit, never really having the time to during the day. When I put the last tray up, I hear shuffling and mumbled voices in the hall. I listen, not to eavesdrop but to hear if they were coming my way. They were, and in a bit of a hurry. The door is kicked open and 2 men enter, carrying a 3rd man in between them.

Tommy.

Relief and terror washed over me as I take him in, the 2 men laying him on the makeshift examination table. I swallow down everything to focus on the healing part. There would be time for more later.

"Daisy, can you handle this?" Marlene asks from somewhere in the dingy room.

I nod, a tray already in my hand. I bark orders at one of the men and he scurries about, trying to gather up the things I need. Tommy lays on the table, nearly unconscious, the other man, Eugene, has his hand pressed tight against Tommy's side.

"What h-happened?" I manage to choke out.

Eugene looks at Marlene for permission and I see red.

"If my husband dies on this table because it's some classified-"

"Shrapnel. We didn't see the grenade. Tommy saw it last minute and pushed me out of the way. He cleared the blast but it sent shit flying."

Fuck. Fuck fuck FUCK. Not the time to panic.

"Marlene, go wake Tenari. I'll need another pair of hands."

"What about Jax?"

"He doesn't need to see this."

She nods and heads out the door, setting a brisk pace.

I pour some alcohol over my hands and wipe them together, disinfecting them as best as I can. "Ok, Eugene. I need you to move your hands so I can see."

"Yes ma'am. I just didn't want it to jiggle."

I swallow hard and can't help the gasp that leaves my lips when Eugene's hands are clear of Tommy's body. A sharp piece of metal sticks out from the side of his abdomen at a strange angle, his shirt ripped and soaked in blood. The other man comes back with the supplies just as Tenari comes in. She glances at Tommy and immediately moves to our makeshift medicine cabinet.

Fuck. I wish Rose was here. This is very out of my league. But she did tell me a bit about foreign objects in the body. It's not just the shrapnel I'm worried about. It's how dirty the metal was.

"His blood is red so it missed his liver," I note as Tenari sets down some herbs and medicines next to the bandages and rags that the other man had brought.

"That's something at least. You want me to stitch? You know I have a steady hand."

I nod. "Yeah. That might be best. I'll get by his head."

Eugene stands next to me, grabbing Tommy's arm. The other man moves by his feet. Marlene comes back in with someone else, each of them taking another leg and arm. I lean over his face, his eyes still closed, placing my hands on his cheeks.

"He's going to wake up when I pour this on him and take it out. You gotta hold him still. Everyone ready?" A quick glance and everyone nods.

Tenari wastes no time. In one quick move, she picks up the alcohol bottle and dumps it on the wound. Tommy immediately wakes, shrieking and yelling, his body pushing against everyone holding him down as the alcohol burns him.

"Hey baby. Ssshhh it's me. It's Daisy."

His eyes flash up to mine, tears leaking from them. "Make it stop, Daisy," His voice is small and raspy, choking back pain.

"I know, baby. I know. But the alcohol is doing its job. But, hey look at me," Tommy's eyes had started to wander, noticing Tenari grabbing something from the little side table.

"Tell me."

"You took shrapnel. It doesn't appear to have hit your liver, which is good. But we have to take it out and stitch you up. You gotta stay still, which we will help you with."

"This is gonna fuckin' suck, isn't it?"

I smile a little down at him, brushing some curls from his forehead. "Yeah, baby. It's going to really suck. But I'll be right here, ok? Feel my hands on you? I'm right here."

He's scared, but he'd never admit it. A moment's pause before he nods. "Just do it."

Tenari looks around at us and we nod, everyone bracing. My eyes don't leave his, not when she pulls out the shrapnel, not when the scream erupts from my husband's throat, not when he involuntarily pushes against everyone, his body trying to escape the pain. I call his name and he looks at me, pain in his eyes and I smile gently at him. I start to sing, one of his favorites and he focuses his attention on me, grunting out when Tenari starts to sew his skin back together. By the time she's done, he's stopped fighting it, his eyes solely fixed on me. Tenari places a hand on my arm, letting me know she's finished. Everyone lets him go and I end the song, Tommy still looking at me, a faraway look on his face as his eyes start to close from the stress of it all.

"You got it from here?" Tenari asks.

I nod. "I got it. Thank you."

She squeezes my arm before gathering up all the things that need to be washed, Eugene and the other man helping her. As they leave, I hear Marlene tell Eugene he needs to find his wife. Something about her not being happy.

I sit on the stool next to Tommy's makeshift bed, a clean rag and a bowl with soapy water in my hand. I start to clean him, making sure all of the blood is wiped away so we can keep a good eye on his stitches. I make a poultice from our medical stash, placing it over his stitches so it can hopefully keep away any infection. We managed to get some antibiotics in him, but who knows if those still work after all this time?

When I'm all cleaned up, I sit back down in the chair next to his bed, taking his hand in mine. I lace my fingers with his, using my other hand to push his hand back from his face.

And then I lose it.

Tears pour from my eyes like I've never cried before. My body shakes, my stomach in knots. My heart feels simultaneously like it's being ripped from my chest but also relieved that he's finally back with us. I calm down enough to kiss his cheek, speaking directly into his ear.

"You are not allowed to die on me, Tommy Miller.....please don't die on me."

Tommy sleeps for nearly 3 days straight, only waking once to take a sip of water before slipping back into sleep. Tenari says that's a good thing, that his body is trying to heal.

He was a little warm that first day, but by the second he was cooling down. By the end of the third day, any trace of a fever was gone. The strong smelling poultice was doing its work.

"Daisy?"

He croaks out my name and my head snaps up from where I had been dosing off next to him.

"Tommy! Hey baby, how do you feel?" I feel him squeeze my hand. Even though it's weaker than normal, I still think that's a good sign.

"Like I had a piece of metal ripped from my stomach."

I chuckle, unable to stop the tears that started flowing the second I heard his voice. He reaches up and wipes away a tear from my cheek.

"Hey none of that. You really think a dinky piece of metal is gonna take me away from my family?"

I sob, nodding. "Either that or infection."

"Come here."

He pulls me to him as best he can, holding me while I sob into his chest, speaking gentle phrases into my ear to calm me.

"I'm not going anywhere, Daisy. Well, I'm not dying anyway."

I sit upright, looking him straight in the eyes. "Don't tell me you're going on another mission?"

He shakes his head. "No, baby. I think...I think we need to leave."

Relief surges through me. "Are you serious?"

He nods. "When I was in the QZ, I managed to get a job working the radio. Lied. Told them I'd had experience. Anyway, I was listening in one night and I heard some people, not in the QZ, talking about some settlement up north. Somewhere in Wyoming."

"Wyoming is fairly large, Tommy."

"Yeah, I know. Supposedly it's somewhere in Teton County."

"Another QZ?"

"No, nothing like that." He grunts, but declines my offer of more pain meds. "It's like a proper settlement or somethin'. They didn't hear much after a few radio sessions, but they did say they were working on the radio."

"So it could be overrun? Or non existent?"

Tommy shrugs. "I think it's worth a shot."

"And...and what if it's not real? Or overrun?"

He takes a deep breath and winces. "Then we find some remote cabin up there and figure it out."

Being with the Fireflies isn't really safe. We've had more close encounters with clickers being with the Fireflies than we ever have. The QZ's didn't look like great places to live either. I guess we have as decent a chance as any trying to find this place. We still have our truck so at least it won't be entirely on foot.

"Get Jax. We should ask him," Tommy gestures towards the door to the stairs that leads to our little room.

"He's only 17."

"Yeah. A man."

"17, Tommy."

"This world is different. He's smart. Just...let's hear his opinion."

Jax immediately agrees to leave, tired of this hectic life, tired of the Fireflies trying to take the medicine from his hands and replace it with a weapon.

And so, a month or so later at the start of fall, once Tommy has mostly healed, we pack up and leave the Fireflies, telling Marlene where we were heading just in case Joel or Rose or Sarah reach out. I can tell Marlene isn't happy about Tommy leaving, but she did say we were always free to go.

This time, I don't look back.

General Taglist:

@frankie-catfish-morales @chaoticgeminate @janebby @astoryisaloveaffair @balekanemohafe @greeneyedblondie44 @hoeforthefictional @marvelousmermaid @hauntedmama @icanbeyourjedi @wretchedmo @sunnshineeexoxo @livingmydreams13 @adventures-of-a-noodle @sara-alonso @theewokingdead @punkerthanpascal @giggly-otter @f0rever15elf @phandoz @gallowsjoker @lovesbiggerthanpride @booksarekindaneat @charlispersonallyhell @xoxabs88xox @amneris21 @gooddaykate @avengers-fixation @paintballkid711 @harriedandharassed @ladykatakuri @practicalghost @withakindheartx @batdarkladyvampir @justanotherkpopstanlol @mermaidxatxheart @alexxavicry @justreblogginfics @kmc1989 @veryprairieberry @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @heartpascalispunk

#tommy miller #gabriel luna #The last of us #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x f!reader #tommy miller x female reader #tommy miller x reader #tlou #tlou fanfic #tlouff #the last of us fanfic #gabriel luna x reader #gabriel luna x you #gabriel luna characters character fanfic #gabriel luna character ff #gabriel luna character fanfiction

50 notes · View notes

hurlingsupport · 9 months ago

Text

Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert)

Chapter 6: Happy Birthday, Eddie!

<- Previous Next ->

Flies buzz around you, or perhaps they were mosquitoes? Either way, they’re bothering you all to a catastrophic level.

One had flown into Kenji’s mouth earlier, and you’d have laughed if one hadn’t flown into yours as soon as you opened your mouth to do so.

You were still grimacing from the taste of it when, out of the blue, Ben screams. Prompting the rest of you to turn around and scream as well.

“Sorry, I stepped on a twig.” He apologizes with a crooked smile.

Various complaints rang out. The only ones who don’t rag on Ben being Darius and you. Though you said nothing only because the damn taste was still in your mouth.

Darius reassures him kindly. “It’s okay Ben. We’re all on edge.”

“And lost.” Yasmina adds.

Sammy nods. “Yeah, we’ve been out here for a while now. Darius, you sure we’re still headed for the park?”

“Well, we’d be sure if I still had my phone,” Brooklynn jabs. “Because it has a GPS, a compass app, and is also a phone!”

“Sammy didn’t steal your phone!” Yasmina shouted as she shoved Brooklynn away from the girl. “No one stole your phone! Can we please stop talking about the phone?!”

Ben interrupts worriedly, “You guys! You guys, you guys, you guys. Could you all yell at each other quieter, please?”

“My fellow campers, chill!” Kenji yells, ignoring Ben’s concerns. “What we need here is someone who can make the hard call on what to do next. Since I’m obviously leadership material…”

Hard, disbelieving stares are the only response Kenji gets.

“... I’ll do this. And my first decree as leader is… for everyone to stop talking and just listen to Darius!”

Ignoring the decree as leader part, you actually didn’t mind Darius being in charge. He probably knew the most about dinosaurs apart from you, and you certainly weren’t looking to be in a leadership role anytime soon.

Though this forced leadership role only seemed to confuse Darius. Kenji hung an arm around Darius’s shoulder and gave him what you could only assume to be a pep talk.

“So, which way, Darius?” Kenji asked, this time within hearing volume.

“Please, you’re just trying to cover up the fact that you’re lost, too, Mr. VIP.” Brooklynn accused. “None of us know where we are.”

“I know where we are!” Darius suddenly yelled. “We’re by the Carnotaurus paddock! I thought this place looked familiar.”

Darius runs off, while Kenji brags with a smirk. “Am I an excellent leader or what?”

He’s passed by with no second glances as everyone follows Darius without another word.

“I remember the fence!” Darius’s face goes from a carefree to fearful once he finds what he’s looking for. “The broken, ripped-down fence.”

“That means… that means Toro is out here… with us,” Ben whimpered worriedly.

“Now we have to deal with the Indominus and Toro.” Darius said grimly, before raising his head in confusion. “Hold up. How do you know about Toro?”

“We all know. Kenji told us, like, the day after it happened.” Yasmina said as she walked past the three.

Darius eyes Kenji with a disappointed stare, but continues being the Kenji-assigned leader he is.

“We know this enclosure is due North of the main park. So, if we keep going that way, we’ll hit the visitors’ center. We’re sure to find Dave and Roxie, or someone else there in charge.” He announces.

“Yes! Exactly what I was thinking, as a leader, which I am.” Kenji gloats. “Follow me!”

Everyone adheres to Kenji’s words, all except Darius, Ben, and you.

“I don’t think finding an adult is going to help.” Ben admitted. “A terrifying, camouflaged dinosaur trashed our camp. No way they have a plan for that.”

“You saw what that thing did to those men at the observation tower, and the Brachiosaurus too.” You remarked with crossed arms.

“I know, it’s scary. But this is Jurassic World. Dealing with dinosaurs is what they do.”

“They didn’t deal so well at their last park, did they?” Ben hummed sarcastically.

“Everything will be okay. Trust me.” Darius asserted with a hand on Ben’s shoulder. To you, he smiles, but his eyes seem to search your own for something out of reach.

Once Darius walks out of range, Ben looks up at you in question. “Do you trust him?”

You don’t answer. Stuck, glaring in the direction Darius had gone.

Instead of giving a verbal response, you simply grab ahold of his sleeve and begin pulling him with you towards the rest of the group.

For the time being, Darius was your best bet out of this. So you’d stick with him if it meant you’d get off of Isla Nublar alive. Plus, you had to figure out why he looked at you like that.

The group pauses their trek once you all come across what appeared to be a massacre. A stray gyrosphere lay with an enormous hole broken into it, along with an Ankylosaurus corpse.

From this distance you could see how the creature was torn into, yet its body was ultimately intact. Scarily so.

“Predators don’t kill prey and then just leave without feeding.” Darius said with a dejected face. “This… this isn’t right.”

“That thing did the same with those men, didn’t it?” You questioned, eyeing the corpse. “It’s killing for fun.”

A rustling in the bushes grabs your guys’ attention, and you all run to hide. From behind the broken gyrosphere, you have a clear view of the bushes. The rustling only gets louder, and with a snarl, something busts out.

Everyone screams, but you could only stare at what had emerged.

With a scoff, you stand up and push Ben towards the baby Ankylosaurus as she bellows. His eyes light up at the sight of her.

“Bumpy!” He shouts in delight, running towards the little one as she meets him halfway.

The little Ankylosaurus was still evidently a baby, but she had grown since the last time you’ve seen her. Now you could confidently say that she was about the size of a small dog–a wide, small dog.

Ben rubbed his face against the baby as he laughed, Kenji complaining about how smelly she was.

“How do you even know that’s the same dinosaur?” He asks with a raised brow.

“Her big head bump! Dr. Wu said she’s asymmetrical, but he’s wrong that it’s bad.” He said with glee. “And so what if she’s asymmetrical? There’s nothing wrong with being different, or bumpy, or getting tired after reading an overly thrilling book! And maybe if her parents had listened to her, she wouldn’t have come here and gotten attacked!”

You had an inkling this wasn’t about the little dinosaur anymore.

“As fun as this reunion is, shouldn’t we keep moving south?” Kenji wondered, with a thumb pointing behind him.

“I’m not spending another hour walking through the jungle, hoping that we don’t run into that Indominus.” Brooklynn huffed. “We need a new plan.”

“Uh, yeah, obviously we need a new plan. So, I had Darius figure out a new one.” He punched Darius’s shoulder playfully. “Lay it on us, bro.”

“Okay. So, uh… we need to find somewhere safe close by. If camp is that way, and the park is that way…” He gasped.

“Isn’t Dr. Wu’s field genetics lab near here? You guys went on the tour. Does this area look familiar?”

You all spared a glance around, trying to spark a sense of familiarity.

“Um… yeah. Y-yeah.” Sammy stammered uncertainly. “I think it might be over that way.”

“That seems right.” Yasmina nodded.

“Great! That’s where we should go. There’s bound to be an adult there who can help or tell us what to do. Right?”

Faint roaring ended Darius’s questions.

“Fine, whatever! Let’s just go to the lab. As long as we are moving away from that,” Brooklynn whispered shakingly.

“What about Bumpy?” Ben asked as the creature in question growled softly.

“She’s a dinosaur, bro. She belongs out here in the wild.” Kenji answered plainly.

“And she’ll just slow us down. We gotta go now.” Yasmina said urgently, not waiting for a response as she kept moving.

You patted Ben’s back sympathetically, following the rest of the group so that he could say his goodbyes in peace.

As you all walked, Darius asked Kenji a series of questions, worried about his decision-making. Eventually, his worries rubbed off on Kenji, as he ran ahead of the group.

This just left you and Darius walking quietly in the back. You could feel him glancing at you every once in a while. You would’ve said something if his eyes didn’t wander behind you.

Confused, you looked behind yourself, now noticing the absence of a particular germaphobe.

“Wait, where’s Ben?” You said suddenly, causing the group to look back in concern.

A blue t-shirt eventually appeared from behind some bushes, him grunting as he tugged Bumpy along. She released a low growl as he shushed her.

Yasmina cleared her throat, causing Ben to jump before shoving the dinosaur behind the shrubs.

He smiled awkwardly. “How’s it hangin’... dudes?” He mimicked a surfer accent as he finger-gunned you all.

“Ben, are you hiding Bumpy in that bush?” Darius asked in disappointment.

The Ankylosaurus bellowed softly from the bushes as Ben shook his head. “Nope. That could be anything. The jungle makes all sorts of weird noises.”

He grunted as Bumpy busted through the undergrowth and knocked him off his feet.

“How did she get here?” He asked with an unconvincing smile.

“We don’t have time for this!” Yasmina said firmly. “There are dinosaurs eating people out here, and Bumpy can’t keep up!”

“She can move faster.” Ben defended. “Ankylosauruses run fast. Right, Darius?”

“When they’re fully grown, maybe, but she’s just…”

The baby Ankylosaurus cuts Darius off with a huff, then suddenly falls to the ground, snoring.

Kenji scoffed, “Wow! Yeah, total speed demon. Say goodbye, Ben.”

You’d defend him if you could, but leaving the dinosaur behind was the best option. However, you all paused when Ben abruptly shouted.

“No! You say hello, because she is coming with us. So… there!”

“Ben, you’re not thinking this through. Bumpy’s too slow.” Brooklynn explained.

She was right. If Ben wanted the best chance possible to survive, it’d be best to leave her here. You didn’t understand why he’d risk his survival to bring some dinosaur with you all.

“Then… then we’ll put her in the van!”

Huh?

Sammy scoffed in disbelief. “What van?”

Ben pointed behind your group. “That one!”

Lo-and-behold, a black van stood on the dirt road not too far away from you lot.

Running to open the back doors, Kenji gasps excitedly. “It’s an ACU transport!”

Upon seeing your confused faces, he continued. “Asset containment unit. Got a tour of their HQ.”

He climbed into the van, grabbing the hold handle as he did so. “Super hard-core dino-trapping security dudes.”

“Then where are they?” Darius questioned.

An air of uncertainty surrounded your group before Brooklynn yelled.

“Is that a tablet?!” She shoved Darius out of the way as she climbed into the van desperately.

After her, everyone filed in. It seems luck was upon you all, as Sammy found a stray walkie-talkie.

“Dave, Roxie! Can y’all hear us?” Sammy begged.

The only response she got was the crackling of static.

“And of course this doesn’t have communication enabled.” Brooklynn whined, her face illuminated by the green screen of the tablet. “Because you know what? Why would it? If I had my phone–”

“Enough already!” Darius screamed.

“There are bigger things going on here than your phone!”

Your eyes widened as he yelled, though you couldn’t blame him. The constant fighting was getting on your nerves as well. Not to mention that Darius had been peacekeeping this entire day.

Brooklynn went quiet at his outburst, though her attention drifted to the tablet as a beeping started up.

“There’s a map program with little moving dots on it.” She announced, and everyone huddled to see the screen.

“They chip all the dinosaurs electronically to track them. See? There’s us, and there’s…” Darius paused at what was on the screen.

“Wait. Here’s the Brachiosaurus Grove on the map, so why are the Brachiosauruses way over there?” Kenji pointed out.

“I think maybe the fences are down. At least some of them.” Bumpy’s trilling interrupted Darius.

The little dinosaur ran in circles as she squealed in distress from her place outside of the van.

“Easy girl!” Ben instantly jumped out to console her.

The Ankylosaurus went still, as a rumbling could be heard from just half a mile away. It resembled footsteps, big ones.

“Guys,” Ben murmured. “Something’s coming this way.”

Brooklynn stared at the tablet in confusion. “That’s weird. Whatever that is, it isn’t showing up on the tablet.”

The only visible dot near you was your guy’s own location.

“What kind of dinosaur wouldn’t have a transponder?” Darius whispered from beside you.

“I’m not in the mood to find out.” Kenji whined.

Bumpy kept squealing despite Ben’s efforts to silence her, causing both you and Yasmina to walk to the edge of the van.

“Ben, shut her up!” Yasmina hissed.

Ben didn’t get the chance to, as a deep roar rang out. And it was way too close for comfort.

“We’ve gotta go now!” Darius screamed.

As Ben picked Bumpy up into his arms, you held your hands out carefully. Heaving as he plops her into your arms and using all your weight to pull her into the van while Ben clambers in as well.

You pushed the baby Ankylosaurus off of you and practically threw yourself into a seat next to Yasmina.

“Wait! Doesn’t anyone know how to drive a van?” Darius exclaimed upon realizing that everyone had buckled their seatbelts, yet no one had gotten into the driver’s seat.

“No, but we drove gyrospheres, right? It can’t be that different,” Sammy said skeptically.

Ben shook his head. “The gyrospheres had joysticks and a Jimmy Fallon tutorial. I don’t even have my learner’s permit!”

“I do!” Kenji grunted as he jumped up and onto the driver’s seat.

He hesitantly placed his hands on the wheel. “Hands at ten and two–”

You all yelled at him to go, and he sped off… only to drive backwards.

“Wrong way! Wrong way!” Ben screamed.

Kenji quickly shifted the gear at random to go forward instead. But with that added detour, the Indominus was now right behind the black vehicle.

“It’s gaining! Go faster!” Sammy urged him.

“I can’t!” Kenji whined.

He obviously had little to no experience in driving a car.

“You’re in the wrong gear!” You yelled.

“Well, how do I shift gears?” Kenji spared a wide-eyed glance towards you.

“You just did!” you shouted in bewilderment.

Everyone screamed as the dinosaur came closer and closer to the van.

“It’s coming!”

“Step on that thing!”

“Zigzag!”

“Are you signaling?!”

“Can everyone not yell at me while I’m saving our lives!” Kenji said in exasperation.

Sparing a look towards the back windows, you watched as the white dinosaur just barely grabbed hold of the van with its jaws.

None of you were going to get out of this alive if Kenji kept driving like this, so you unbuckled yourself and lunged forward to grasp the steering wheel and turn it in another direction.

Unfortunately, that direction was a cliff.

The cliff was steep, so much so that the van practically glided down it at concerning speeds. Despite all the screams, Kenji tried his best at steering the van to avoid all the incoming trees.

Eventually, the van swerved to its side as its tires screeched. The sound was like that of nails on a chalkboard; and you’d cover your ears if you weren’t already holding on to anything in your proximity for dear life.

Soon, the van slowed its speed and bumped into a tree, almost tipping over before regaining its balance with a loud thump.

“At least we lost the Indominus.” Brooklynn panted.

“Now… where do we go?” Sammy wondered aloud.

Pointing towards the front of the van, Ben answered, “How about into the genetics lab?”

The lab stood not too far from where the van had come to a stop. Once again, Ben had summoned something out of thin air.

“It’s a gift.” He smiles smugly when everyone stares at him in shock.

The door hissed as your group stepped in. It was dark, leaving only the red glow of the exit sign on the door to illuminate your way.

Although, as you all walked further in, there laid a stray cake with some lighting of its own. A birthday cake, with candles lined up evenly on the top, and a salmon rose made of frosting.

Suddenly, a man jumped from behind the cake, the candles illuminating his bared teeth.

You all screamed in surprise, the grown man doing the same as he shined a lamp directly at your group.

“Not dinosaurs. You’re not dinosaurs.” The man groaned as he collapsed onto the same table that was holding the cake.

“This is the worst birthday ever.” He sighed.

After a conversation or two, everyone besides the grown man had a fat slice of cake.

You sat in a stray computer desk, next to Ben’s crouched form. Shoveling a piece of the cake into your mouth with a fork left on the table. It was actually pretty good.

Looking down towards Ben’s form and watching as he wiped some dirt from Bumpy’s head, you noticed he hadn’t grabbed a slice. Perhaps he was a vegan? If he was, you wouldn’t be too surprised.

“Again, we are so happy we found you. Things are crazy!” Darius explained. “There’s a giant camouflaged dinosaur out there. Also, regular dinosaurs. We’ve been hoping to find someone–”

“You’re sure you closed the door behind you, right?” The man interrupted as he peeked from behind a corner.

It was silly that this man wearing a lab coat and a colorful party hat on his head seemed so paranoid.

Despite being a grown adult, he couldn’t seem to stay in one place. He was constantly moving around, looking around for something out of sight. It reminded you of Ben, just a little.

“Uh…” Darius’s eyes rolled to the side in thought. “... I think so.”

“You think, or you know?” The man turned around with raised brows and a wide stare.

Kenji’s belch draws both of their attention towards him.

“Sorry, did you want it back?” He offers the second slice of cake he was about to dig into.

“You know what? Doesn’t matter.” The man continues peeking around the corner, as if a dinosaur would walk through the door at any moment.

“The dinosaurs got out, and no one bothered to tell me; they just ran. So why not? Knock yourself out.”

This guy didn’t seem to know what to do with himself, let alone seven other teenagers.

You got up from the lab chair and plopped down next to Ben and Bumpy. He turned to you with a raised brow, however you paid him no mind as you couldn’t stop staring at the man.

He reminded you too much of—

“You wanna pet her?” Ben suddenly asked.

You turned towards him, then let your gaze wander to the dinosaur in front of you. With a sigh, you set your plate down behind you if only so Bumpy wouldn’t try to lick the plate.

With a shaky hand, you rubbed her head reluctantly. Eventually it traveled to one of her horns, tracing the boney curve carefully. Bumpy bellowed softly, pushing her head further into your hand.

“You’re a natural.” Ben laughed, and you’re embarrassed to admit that you laughed with him.

Ben sat up a bit and began petting her with you, his hands mimicking your own. The dinosaur huffed, pushing itself past you and Ben’s hand and flopping into his lap roughly.

He heaved, and a wide smile came across your face at his situation. Ben groaned at her weight, but ultimately pushed through and continued petting the heavy dinosaur.

Darius drew your attention as he continued talking to the birthday man.

“The park obviously has a plan. So, what’s that plan? What do we do?”

“You’re asking me?” He laughs from his squatted position. “Asking me!” His laugh drags on, creeping the lot of you out.

“Is that, like, a good, freaky laugh?” Sammy asks hopefully.

The man stands to his full height, towering over Darius with a sour expression. “Do you not get it? We’re doomed. No one is coming to help!”

There are shared glances of concern, both because of his behavior and his words.

Kenji hesitantly speaks up, “But what about Dr. Wu, or—”

“Wu? Who do you think is to blame? Wu got greedy. And instead of dinosaurs, he built monsters.” During his charade, his hand flew to a machine, currently incubating some dinosaur eggs.

“Masrani, Dearing, they’re all clueless about what’s really going on here.” He says as he brings one egg to his face. “And after everything I did for the other guys–” He cut himself off with a laugh.

Brooklynn turned towards him in the office chair she sat in. “Other guys? What other—”

The egg he’s holding cracks as he sets it down with a little too much force. “It doesn’t matter, does it? Jurassic World isn’t a park. It’s a powder keg, and it’s detonating all around us!”

Everyone jumps at his volume, guard officially up now that this man is showing off his deranged views.

You rise from the floor and inch towards Darius, ready to leave at any moment. You aren’t going to get any help from this guy. You all would be better off on your own.

“We’re all going down. End of story!” He spoke gravelly.

Darius shook his head in distraught. “No, you have to know what to do. You’re an adult!”

The man raised his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t look at me. I was just hiding until you all barged in.”

“But we drove all the way here ‘cause–”

Both you and the man’s eyes widen to the size of saucers, although for completely different reasons.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! You have a vehicle?”

“We ran. Couldn’t find any cars.” You intersected quickly, shoving Darius away from the man with your shoulder.

Darius gives you a confused glance, before moving his gaze to the man before you.

You grimaced when the man grabbed hold of your arms. “No, no, I heard that. He said you guys drove.”

“Well, you must’ve heard wrong.” You made a small attempt at pulling yourself out of his grasp, but his hold on you only became tighter.

After a tense few seconds, he abruptly pushes you into Darius as he runs out of the building.

You already knew what he was going to do, so you ran after him as fast as you could. You definitely weren’t as good of a runner as Yasmina or anything, but you’d be damned if this man-child stole your guy’s only mode of transit.

The others lingered behind, whether it was out of shock or because they had already put too much trust into this adult, you didn’t know.

You caught up to him quickly, as you had gotten a head start, however the most you could do was grab onto his lab coat and try to pull him backwards.

The two of you grumbled out curses as he tried to shove you off of him while you tried your best to keep a hold on him. However, it all ends in a singular movement as he elbows you straight in the face.

A crack follows, and this time it couldn’t have been from your glasses. You seize in sudden aching pain, along with the realization that you can’t breathe through your nose anymore.

The man pushes himself out of your grasp, though he’s long forgotten with all the red covering your hands. You try to cup your nose, but hiss with the pain that wells up again.

It just keeps pouring and pouring. It seems as if it’ll never stop, and you’re not sure if it will. Your shoulders are grabbed, and you know it’s not Ben or Darius simply because you can see them running ahead of you with the rest of the group.

Oh right, a grown man was trying to steal a van from you guys.

You feel hands on your face, pushing you to look at the person in front of you. It’s Brooklynn, you can tell by all the pink.

Normally you’d tell by just looking at her, her features would usually be easy to see from how close she was at the moment. But your watery eyes, which worsen your already not so great vision, blur your sight.

She says something, and the ringing in your ears finally simmers down to where you can hear the last few words she utters.

“—back in place!”

Oh no.

In one motion, she lifts the lower part of your nose and sets it back in place with yet another crack.

You yelp in surprise, a bit pathetically you must admit, and she immediately releases her hold on you.

“Sorry, sorry!” Brooklynn’s hands hover over your form nervously.

Blinking away the tears in your eyes, you can finally see her without the added blur, and you realize she still has that van tablet. Only it’s held between her tricep and her torso, leaving her hands unoccupied.

Luckily, all that’s left of the pain is a dull ache; ignoring the baffling amount of blood that’s still pouring out of your nostrils. You’re certainly going to have a nasty bruise on your face later.

You walk towards the remaining group because of Brooklynn ushering you to, watching as the man starts the van engine.

The man drives away, but Yasmina keeps up to speed with him, lingering behind the vehicle. Man, you’re glad to have an actual runner in your group.

Maybe you should have just let Yasmina handle this. Because then you wouldn’t be here with blood guzzling out of your nose like a waterfall while Brooklynn worried over you.

You try to keep the van in your range of vision, hoping to see Yasmina catch up to the van.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to, and instead the van is suddenly tossed to the side by a familiar gray dinosaur. Its roar is deep and guttural, harsh on your ears that had only stopped ringing a minute or two ago.

The Indominus continues to play with the van like a cat to a mouse. The man inside fumbles about, trying his best to get out of the van in one piece. He bursts out of the back before crawling under the vehicle.

With one push of its head, the dinosaur moves the van off the man, leaving him bare. His screams fill the air as the Indominus tears into him without hesitation.

The group breaks into a sprint, running opposite to where the Indominus is.

In another unfortunate turn of events, a large gate meant to keep dinosaurs in their enclosure blocks your guy’s escape.

“Come on, are you kidding me?” Darius whines fearfully.

Kenji surges forwards, banging on the metal gate. “Perfect! The park’s only intact fence!”

The echoing roar of the Indominus influences you all to find cover instead of complaining about fences.

Behind a pile of rocks with a large supply crate atop it, Yasmina finds it in her best interest to argue with Ben about Bumpy getting in the way of her reaching the van. You know nothing about that since you were busy bleeding out of your nose, which you still are, by the way.

“If it weren’t for her, I would’ve made it to the van!”

“And then you would have been eaten. Bumpy saved your life!” Ben defends.

When Yasmina opens her mouth to argue once more, you step in because is this seriously the most important thing right now?

“The van’s still there, that guy is gone, and the giant, man-eating dinosaur isn’t too far behind us.” You pull your hands away from your nose. The bleeding had stopped. “That’s what we should worry about. We can worry about Bumpy’s usefulness later.”

No one responds, and you don’t need them to. You were right; you knew that much.

“Did that guy do that to your nose?” Darius asks with a dejected stare.

“Well, I wouldn’t do this to myself, would I?” you answer with a scoff.

It’s quiet yet again, but Darius’s guilty look tells you more than words ever could.

Wiping your bloody hands on the grass, you sigh. “I’m fine. It’s mostly the blood that’s bothering me.”

Your hands are stained, sadly. But at least they’re not drenched anymore.

“Y’know, without your glasses, you look a lot less nerdy.” Kenji says with a sickeningly sweet smile.

You look up at him with furrowed brows and a prominent frown.

“If that’s supposed to be a compliment, I’m going to kill you.”

The conversation is cut short as a roar echoes not too far from your group’s hiding spot.

Everyone huddled closer to the ground, and the steps had almost faded before Bumpy began squealing.

Darius crept to the edge of your guy’s hiding spot, looking around for the Indominus.

You tried your best to help Ben quiet Bumpy, but it’s in her nature to make a ruckus when she’s in trouble. It alerts her herd to protect her. But you all aren’t her herd, and you can’t protect her the same way they do either.

A growl from the Indominus bounces off the supply crates around you all.

Everyone stands up, though still low to the ground, and waits for a signal from Darius.

The boy in question gasps suddenly and makes a hand motion to tell everyone to get moving.

Ben grabs ahold of his shoulder and shakes his head fearfully.

Darius puts his hand atop of Ben’s. “Trust me.”

And with that, you all run as quietly as you can from one crate to the next, using each as a cover from the Indominus.

Almost immediately after your group gets to the next crate, the Indominus inspects your guy’s first hiding spot. It sniffs around before shoving its muzzle into a specific spot on the ground. The same spot you had wiped the blood from your hands.

It looks up suddenly, and you have to resist the urge to gasp, scream, or make any noise at all. Because now it knows someone is here.

While trying to get past the crate, the Indominus appears suddenly, and Darius has to duck behind a barrel.

It growls, and you can tell that it suspects something, so you all try to move discreetly to the next crate.

Only half of you get all the way behind the third crate. Ben, Kenji, and you have to hide behind some stray barrels as the Indominus forces itself through the narrow gap between one crate and another.

Darius makes a come-hither motion to tell you three to move, but the growling you hear almost right next to you is enough to convince you not to listen.

Darius eyes the dinosaur, before picking something up and hiding behind the crate with the rest of the group again.

Only a few seconds later, a clanging rang out somewhere far off from where you all are.

The Indominus lets out a grating roar, before shuffling towards where the sound was made.

Kenji peaks from behind the barrels, then hurriedly crawls towards the rest of the group, as do you and Ben.

Once you all are in one group again, you finally have a clear shot to the van.

Darius shuffles along the wall of a crate, and with a signal from him, you all make a break for the van.

However, from behind you, you hear Brooklynn trip and fall to the ground. The tablet she refused to let out of her sight fell to the ground and began trilling.

She tried to turn the tablet off in time, however it was no use. The Indominus had already heard it.

Brooklynn whimpered as she tried to crawl backwards from the commotion the gray dinosaur was making.

The rest of the group screams as the Indominus pushes through an onslaught of crates in order to get to Brooklynn.

Sammy yells her name and forces her to stand before running off with her. The Indominus following close behind the two girls.

Seeing Brooklynn and Sammy in trouble, Darius hurriedly creates another plan in his head. He searches the surrounding area for any ideas, and eventually his eyes land on a thick stick left astray on the grass.

“You all get to the van. I’m going to help Brooklynn and Sammy.” Darius says as he grabs the stick from the ground.

Without another word, Darius bangs the stick onto a crate while the rest of you run to the van.

“Hey, over here!” He yells at the Indominus before throwing the stick and sprinting in another direction.

With Darius’s distraction, the girls run from their hiding place and head towards the van without disruption.

Yasmina and Ben hold the back doors open for them, while Kenji gets in the front to drive again. You, however, are having none of that.

Forcing the driver door open before he can close it, you shove yourself into the driver’s seat.

“Move.” You say curtly.

Ignoring his glare, you twist the keys to start the engine, before pausing and turning to look into the back of the van in concern.

“Wait, Darius isn’t here.”

Snarls and screams that could only come from the Indominus and Darius draw your attention.

Sammy and Ben instantly unbuckle their seatbelts and throw open the backdoors. Just in time to see Darius running from the Indominus as it throws a crate out of its way with an aggressive push of its head.

As soon as the van doors close, your foot is hitting the gas pedal and speeding off.

Seeing as the Indominus refuses to give chase to the van in the rear-view mirror, laughter is all that’s heard in the van.

Even more so when the previously useless radio in the van crackles to life, a familiar voice calling out from it.

“Kids? Come on, pick up! There’s something going on. Stay at camp. We’re heading to you.”

Darius grabs the radio as he settles into a seat, responding to Roxie with vigor.

“No, we’re heading to you!” He smiles.

“Darius! Wait, why are you–”

“We’re fine, but we had to leave camp.” He explains. “Long story.”

Yasmina pulls the radio from his grasp. “Short story: a dinosaur ate camp.”

Kenji then pulled the radio from her hands as he speaks louder than necessary into the little walkie-talkie. “Shorter story: epic leader Kenji somehow got everyone out safely.”

“That wasn’t any shorter, but alright.” You huff, fighting off a smile.

Ben leans towards the front car seat, taking the radio from Kenji. “And then we found a van and Bumpy!”

Brooklynn leans forward to talk into the radio. “And I fixed a broken nose!”

Both sides of the radio go silent at that, and you turn around and make a cutting motion to your throat.

“It wasn’t broken, actually! We’re all good!” She lied, realizing it would be better not to worry them.

With a sigh, you turn back to the road. This reunion is great and all, but as the only person who seemed to know how to drive here, you had to fit the part and resist crashing.

“So you’re all well?”

“Yeah, yeah! All good here.” Darius stuttered as he took the radio from Brooklynn. “We’re cutting through the jungle and heading to the main park.”

Eventually, the van heads down a gentle slope, and Darius happily continues.

“We should be there soon.”

Turning off the radio, Darius turns to the rest of you with a bright smile.

“We’re getting out of here!”

There’s an onslaught of cheering, and then a peaceful quiet.

“Good job not getting me eaten, bro,” Kenji congratulates Darius.

“Thanks, brah.” Darius responds, mimicking Kenji’s weird surfer talk.

“Oh, no, you–you made that sound weird.” Kenji shakes his head in mock disappointment. “No more bro-talk for you.”

A tranquil quiet is all that’s heard afterwards until Sammy laughs gleefully.

“We did it, camp family! And not a moment too—”

She cuts herself off with a grunt as the van shakes. You must be driving over a rock ridden road at the moment, nothing to worry about.

Though the uproar that follows after tells you otherwise.

“My phone.” Brooklynn mutters. “I knew it!”

You turn in shock, watching as Sammy surveys the group’s faces in guilt. Though when she turns to you, she can’t warn you in time for the crash that follows.

All you hear are the screams of your fellow campers and the shattering of glass before it all goes dark.

#gender neutral reader #reader insert #x reader #jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous #jurassic world

33 notes · View notes

jackietaylorsversion · 9 months ago

Note

Ok so…ima need you to explain jackieshauna to me. Because I’ve stanned so many f/f ships, but I just don’t….see it. I see people refer to them as homoerotic yet….they barely even show physical affection. Hell, they barely show affection towards the other. So what are y’all seeing that I’m not?

I mean yeah I can explain what I see for sure! But also; ships are just ships, and they’re just for fun. You can not see it if you don’t want to, and that’s totally your prerogative! Honestly, I’m cool with people seeing it or people not seeing it or whatever. It’s all pretty chill to me.

But, to me, there’s definitely something there. Gosh, it’s almost hard for me to put it into words. It helps that the showrunners have stated that they loved each other, with Bart explicitly saying in an interview that they were in love.

However, i guess I should get into why I like it. For one, they’re childhood best friends, but there’s also something so much history between the two that we don’t even get to see in the show. But what we do see in the show is two people who know each other so, so well but not at all, not really. They got used to the idea of knowing each other and appear to have forgotten taking the time to actually do that.

The way that Jackie and Shauna look at each other is another reason I like them. From the pilot episode, to me, it looks like there’s something in their eyes when they see each other. The way they look at each other in line at the pep rally, the way Shauna stares at Jackie and Jeff. Now, an argument can be made that Shauna’s jealous because of Jeff, but there’s not enough evidence to back that in the show. The main (and likely only) reason that Shauna sleeps with Jeff is because he’s Jackie’s. Because she wants what Jackie has, because she wants to be Jackie. In my opinion, she does it because she’s chasing the taste of something she thinks she can never have. Then, of course, you have Jackie looking back at Shauna, Shauna looking back at Jackie, the hug, the “love you,” the fact that it isn’t returned.

And all of that’s just the pilot.

There’s so much love and jealousy between these two characters. And there’s a lot of physical touch and intimacy if you know where to look for it. Sharing the necklace, the numerous times that they hug, the lingering shots of hands gripping shirts, arms squeezing tight. I love the jealousy aspects, how Jackie reacts to Shauna spending more time with Tai, the way Shauna looks at Jackie when she chooses to hang out with Mari at the lake. Jackie is trying to make Shauna jealous; it’s working.

Jackie never moves on from Shauna’s betrayal; it’s a contributing factor in her death. And, like. She would have forgiven Shauna if she’d just apologized; the dream in the season one finale kind of confirms that. She’s more upset about the way that Shauna thinks about her than the cheating. And it seems less upsetting to her that Jeff cheated on her with Shauna than the fact that Shauna cheated on her with Jeff. It’s the secrets. “You lost your virginity without me.”

Shauna never moved on from Jackie. Period. Full stop. The trajectory of her entire life changes. She fits herself uncomfortably into the life that she thinks Jackie would have occupied, despite the fact that Jackie never planned on being with Jeff full time, always planned to go to college, likely hoped to make something of herself. Shauna fits herself into the mold that she thinks Jackie would have settled for in her worst timeline because Shauna thinks she deserves it. She sees Jackie’s ghost, both in ‘96 and ‘21, though some of the hauntings are almost a perversion of who we actually see Jackie to be in the show. She talks to her corpse, keeps it for two entire months between season one and season two before the rest of the girls do something about it.

“I can’t tell where you end and I begin.” “She wants us to.” “It’s what she would have wanted, if not for us, then for you.” They cared about each other. They really did love each other. And they were kind of obsessed with each other, so much so that it sort of ruined both of their lives.

So I don’t know. I mean, it’s just the way I feel about them, what I see when I watch the show. I think there’s plenty of evidence that they’re affectionate towards each other. They do more than just revolve around each other; they’re like organs in the same organ system, connected and needing each other to survive. And they feed off of each other. Oh, teenage girls cannibalize each other metaphorically all the time, and Jackie and Shauna were doing it for years before they ever ate Jackie’s body. This is all just my own personal opinions and my own reading of the show. But I think there’s more than enough evidence there.

#answered #yellowjackets #jackie taylor #shauna shipman

21 notes · View notes

raya-hunter01 · 2 years ago

Text

Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 3

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

Words: 7,215

Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

-----------------------

Jey's Guest House

Sofia’s POV

After setting up the room for Jey and Shan we opted to stay in Jey’s guest house as their mom was watching Cameron at our house for the night. After taking a nice walk on the beach Solo and I retreated back to the guest house to retire for the evening.

I couldn’t help but laugh, as I could hear Solo whispering, giving himself a pep talk as I sat on the end of the bed.

“Ok, ask about the doctor’s appointment to get some clues, you want tonight to be about her. Yo, ass can wait,” he says looking down at his dick. “Summerslam is upon us in four weeks. Do you know what that means?" he says, talking back to himself in the mirror. “It means you can finally sink yourself balls deep inside yo fine ass wife; you got this boi. Gotta be strong,” he says to himself, shaking his head and hyping himself up.

Not even knowing at the moment that i'm I’m staring at him like he has gone insane. “Really, babe you trippin’,” I say shaking my head at his antics as he comes back into the bedroom kneeling in front of me “Yea, really,” he whispers, his eyes taking on a predatory look as he gently caresses my bare legs.

“After last week in London, I’ve been thinking about that night non fucking stop,” Solo says kissing my bare legs. “What would you say if I tell you the doctor approved me for what we talked about the other night. I just have to be careful,” I say smirking at him as he licks his lips. “Really,” he asks as I nod pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

“I’d say lay dat ass back, it’s been too long since I’ve tasted my wife,” he groans against my lips as I moan at the thought of him between my thighs again. His deep voice brings me out of my thoughts “I said Lay yo fine ass back, and enjoy the ride baby,” he whispers as he kisses me one last time before sinking on his knees between my thighs.

“My pussy so fat and wet, I can’t wait for her to cum,” he breathes against my pussy before using his tongue to taste me. “Solo, “I moaned in a strained whisper as he begins sucking on my sensitive clit.

Solo’s POV

"Yea, it’s me, baby. What you want me to do?” I moan pushing back her wet folds, placing my mouth directly over her clit, before swirling my tongue around her sensitive area.

Her hands immediately went around my head, interlocking her fingers as she began to thrust herself on my tongue gasping and silently cursing as I began slurping up all of her essence. I knew what she wanted, and fuck so did I.

“Mmmm, you wanna fuck daddy's face as his fat tongue eats dat pussy up, don’t you?” I boast, moaning pushing her legs apart, holding her in place as I pushed my whole face deeper between her thighs as I continued lapping her pussy up with my tongue.

“Yes! I want it daddy,” she screamed as she’s coming undone the by millisecond. “Then come get it then, use me baby,” I moan against her pussy as she began thrusting her hips faster on my mouth.

I relaxed my tongue and began licking and sucking on her clit as she continued to grind on my face shivering as I could feel she was close. My dick is hard as a rock, but I’m too concentrated on my wife, it’s all about her tonight.

“Baby, I’m close,” she whispers as her hands tightened in my hair even more, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Take control baby, cum for me,” I gasped, wanting to quench my thirst for her, as it had been too long. She sped up her movements as I enclosed my mouth over her pussy sucking and licking even harder as she’s riding my face for her release.

Sofia’s Pov

This man and this fucking tongue, he knew what he was doing and I’m glad about it. I feel hot all over as his tongue is on another level tonight. “

“Faster baby, I need to taste more of you” he encourages as I began swirling fast on his tongue racing for my release. “Baby! Fuck, that tongue puttin’ in work!” I cry feeling that familiar tingle all over my body.

“Mmmhmm, just for you. Give me my pussy baby,” he groans as I try to fight what’s coming, slowing my movements.

“Don’t fuckin’ stop, don’t you dare Sofia,” he growls as he continues his mission to make my world explode sucking and licking my clit like a mad man. “Joesph! I love you!” I scream as I finally come undone as he holds my pussy in his mouth taking all I had to give.

My heart is beating so fast as I collapse on the bed exhausted. My C-section scar is sore but other than that I’m great. I feel the bed slightly dip beside me, “I love you too,” he whispers as he caresses my face.

“You knew what you were doing,” I smile against his lips as he kissed me. “Sure did, you took care of me in London, I wanted to take care of you tonight. Now go to sleep, I know you are probably sore.” he sighs holding me close and pulling the covers over us.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Road Trip

Shantell’s POV

This week Joe was on vacation with Tangela, and prior to Trin resigning Jon had requested off to go support Trin at her upcoming TNA PPV and do a mini vacation. That left Jey and Solo to fend for themselves on the road and carry the bloodline story this week. I knew they would do fine, but it wasn’t stopping Jey’s nerves as we drove to Smackdown.

“You always sell yourself short,” I say out of the blue as he shoots me a look. “What you talkin’ bout woman,” he says rolling his eyes at me before smiling trying to play off his fear.

“You’ve been deep in thought ever since Jimmy called and told you they approved his time to be off.” I say as I see his hand grip the steering wheel tighter.” I’ve probably been an ass to be around huh,” he says meekly glancing at me before turning his attention back to the road.

“No! I mean I had a wonderful birthday, and these last couple days with you have been amazing.” I blush just thinking about the places in that house he had me screaming in pleasure.

“Baby, pull over,” I say rubbing his leg feeling the tension, pulling into a rest stop. He finally took the time to take a few breaths as we sat in silence for a few minutes before he finally got his bearings to speak.

“I still don’t feel comfortable being out there alone,” he says staring at me with worried eyes as I take his hand in mine. “Nothing has changed babe; it just gives a chance for you and Solo to shine together.” I say feeling helpless that he’s doubting himself.

“Man, this is a big step, am I ready to be a champion contender again?” He asks rubbing his hands over his face. “Baby, you have been putting in hard work for the last three years. Have you seen Smackdown’s ratings and views ya’ll are pulling in? Win, lose, or draw you’re all stars in this,” I say determined to get him to understand.

“What if the crowd tries to shake me,” he says as I offer him a warm smile. “So, ” I responded as shook his head at me. “What you mean? They’ll eat my ass alive,” he says looking at a few fans that have now spotted us going back to their car. He waves as they causally wave and go about their day.

“Even if they try to shake you, you reel them back in and turn it around in your favor, “I say kissing his hand again as he smiles.

“Ok, since you are such a pro at this. How do you drop the focus off a “What” chant?” He challenges me with a smile as I shrugged my shoulders at him. “Easy, you keep adding on to your story bringing them on the ride with you, and they’re going to get excited, it makes them feel a part of the story,” I say with confidence.

“How did I get so fuckin’ lucky,” he asks stealing a kiss before restarting the car. “I thought you was fine as hell,” I laughed as he shook his head at me. seriously, I fell in love with you because you’re an amazing man,” I say as he grabs my hand, puts it on his lap as we intertwine our fingers together and got back on the highway to finish our journey to the show.

-------------------------------------------------------

Hawaii

Tangela’s POV

“Joe, I’m not doing it,” I say crossing my arms looking at my husband shaking my head. He’s stretched out in the middle of the bed already dressed smirking at me.

“That sundress doing some thangs to me,” he groans staring at me intently. “Nope, we got the boat trip planned and it leaves in an hour,” I whine as my husband licks his lips ignoring my warnings.

“This won’t take an hour, you know that. All it’s gon' take is bout 5 to 10 minutes tops if that,” he gloats as I blush. “Joe!” I exclaimed as he laughs at me. “I’ve gained some weight,” I start as he cuts me off. Bullshit, you said I could have anything I want. What I want is for you to sit on my face. You gon deny me what I want baby?” His sexy drawl fills the room.

“No Daddy,” I gasped pulling my dress up slightly. “Mmmhmm, come on beautiful, come sit on daddy’s face baby. His sexy deep voice already has my pussy wanting to explode.

As I began to crawl across the bed to him his eyes lit up instantly like fire was dancing inside of them.

“Come on baby,” he says lifting up to pull his pants down a little to release his throbbing dick slowly stroking it as I climbed over him positioning his head between my legs. “Fuck you already dripping, you ready for your Tribal Chief ain’t you baby,” he moans as I can feel his beard rubbing against me.

“Yes!” I shout as his hands rub my hips as he kisses my pussy. “Mmmm you taste so good baby,” he praises as he slowly pulls me down lower on his mouth. “Put them hands on that headboard and ride the fuck outta my face. You understand me?” his low growl sent me into overdrive.

I followed his instructions as he opened his mouth and began suck and licking on my clit. “Wait, baby!” I scream caught off guard as he doesn’t let up his assault as I slightly move off of his tongue.

Joe’s POV

I growled pulling her further on my mouth as I nipped at her clit swirling my tongue around her clit. “Yea, fuck my face baby,” I groan feeling her hips enclosing around my head as I work my mouth over her pussy as she’s chasing her orgasm. Her hips are moving faster as my mouth is attached to her pussy.

“Yes, baby,” she moans as her thrusts are more frantic as I feel her juices covering my beard. “Yea, I want it all Tang,” I moan moving my tongue faster savoring the taste of her. “My Tribal Chief!” she screams exploding in my mouth as I groan holding her over my mouth as she calmed.

Releasing her I closed my eyes catching my breath as I try to adjust to the light in the room as her thighs are no longer surrounding my head. “Ah, shit!” I groan in surprise as I feel Tang sinking down on my dick. “Mmhmm, who's dick is this?” she groans placing her hands on my chest as she uses them for leverage as she bounces on my dick hard and fast. “Shit, it’s yo dick Tang,” I growl smacking her ass as she moves even faster.

Tangela’s POV

“You so deep daddy,” I scream as he sits up taking me into a passionate kiss. “I love you,” he groans against my lips as I wrap my hands around his neck. “I love you more,” I moan as he begins to meet my thrusts.

“Yes, I’m close!" she shouts as our lips met in a desperate kiss before we rode our orgasm together. Heavy breathing is the only sound that can be heard throughout the honeymoon suite.

“See I knew you’d start some shit,” I moan against his lips as he laughs gently kissing me. “Nah, that was yo ass I just wanted to give you some head and you took advantage of me,” he says smirking catching his breath and running his fingers through my hair. “Do you think we made a baby this week, he asks kissing my shoulder as I rest my head in his neck. “I think we’re on the right track handsome,” I sigh holding him tighter.

-----------------------------

Smackdown

Shantell’s POV

You’re going to do great baby,” I say kissing him as he takes a deep breath shaking loose the nerves. “Hey, give me your phone let’s shoot a short vid for your story on Instagram, feel the moment and do what you feel,” I advised him before recording.

Did it turn out good?” he asks leaning over to look. “It was great baby,” I say giving him back his phone. “Alright, you got this, I got to make sure we’re good, the show is about to start” I said as I gave him another hug before going to my station. “He good?” Paul asks as I was preparing the monitors. “He will be,” I responded slipping my headset on getting ready for the show.

Jey’s POV

Me and Jimmy I start slowly.

What!… the crowd starts with a low rumble

Damn, they are bout to chant “What” I fuckin jinxed it. Alright, get it together just go with that shit like Shan said. I looked around before I continued with my promo

“Inseparable,” I say leaning back to emphasize my point opening my arms.

What!

“I’m talking bout glue at the hip,” I say throwing arms out feeling my groove, I got’em now.

Shantell’s POV

“If he’s there…I’m there,” Jey says with conviction walking around for a few seconds to take the crowd in. “Get’em, Mr. Main Event,” I whisper looking at the monitor beaming with pride as the crowd cheered him.

“Hard camera, camera eleven, and camera four I need to pan in between you three for the rest of this in two seconds pans until Paul and Solo come out,” I announce in my headset. “I got a tight shot, Shan,” Kevin responded as I looked on at Jey discovering something in himself…He could do it. The rest of the segment went by in a blur as I put my headset down and went to the curtain to meet them all during the commercial.

“Yay!” I scream jumping in Solo’s arms as he catches me. Now you know this looks weird to folks right,” he laughs hugging me as Paul Heyman joins in laughing. “Ya’ll were great,” I say reaching over to give Paul a quick hug as well.

“Thanks sis, I was nervous as hell,” Solo says shaking his head. “Damn ya’ll got my girl wrapped up, I can’t get by,” Jey says smiling walking over to hug me. “You did so good baby,” I whisper in his ear as he nods his head holding me tighter.

“It’s because of you,” he says putting me down giving me a quick kiss. “No, because of yourself,” I say giving him another kiss before going back to work. “Iet me change and I’ll be back,” he says as I give him a thumbs up focusing back on my job.

Jey’s POV

Life couldn’t be any better as I walked the halls after changing, heading back to Gorilla to watch my girl do her thing. I see her shoulders are tense as I see a figure sitting beside her. I recognized him as Timothy, the brother of Taraji, a Raw interviewer I had hooked up with a few times. She was a “look at who I’m dating type” and “what can you do for my career,”. Once I found that out, we broke up.

“Tim, you know, Jey and I are together. So, why do you keep asking me out? Why the slick comments?” I heard Shan grit her teeth as she was trying to finish the show.

“So, he’s the Tim that Paul hired as her production assistant,” Jey says to himself, starting to piece the puzzle together. “I know that I just don’t know why after all I’ve told you tonight,” he says as Shan looks at him frowning.

What does that suppose to mean and why should I believe you?” she says as she takes the show to commercial.

“It means he’s not good enough for you, I saw how he went out for your birthday and all.” He pauses trying to find the right words to say. “The dude has a history of hurting women who love him. My sister is a prime example, I told you that,” he says shrugging his shoulders.

“Look, I know your sister and Jey hooked up, but that was before me, so it doesn’t concern me?” Shan asks, looking at him strangely as he smiles. “I think you will feel differently soon enough,” he says touching her on the shoulder as she moves his hand away.

“Aye, you touch my woman again ima’ rip that arm out the fuckin socket,” I whispered seething. Seeing straight red, he touched my Shan. "You speaking on shit you don’t know, you ain’t got no right approaching her,” I say as Paul wraps his hands around my shoulder steering me off.

"I don’t have time for this ya’ll, I’m working," she whispers as she turns to look at me. I feel gutted looking into her tear-filled pleading eyes. What had he said to her before I walked up? I can tell she’s about to burst into tears at any moment.

“I need camera ten on Charlotte now, she’s active with the crowd,” she says turning back to the monitors and shaking off the tears determined to finish her show.

“Hey! Fellas not here,” Paul says looking around to see if anyone was seeing what was going on, thankfully no one was there but them. “Ya’ll know we don’t bring personal issues to work. Let’s go talk fellas and let Shan work, “he says walking the guys to his office

________________________________________________________________

Office Confrontation

Jey’s POV

“Why were you harassing my girl!” I shouted in Tim’s face. “Hey, I’m just looking out for a beautiful lady,” he says as my anger is growing by the damn second.

“Cut the Shit. Tim, I just hired you and I can fire you, “Paul says angrily at how Tim himself. This is a fuckin’ mess.

“Tim, why are you here?” I mumble frustrated at the situation. “I wanted to tell you to call my sister, you know they one you left pregnant. Almost four months now actually,” He shoots back smartly.

“What the fuck you are talking bout?” I ask, looking back at Tim trying to restrain myself as I feel attacked. “She’s pregnant, she found out after you left her for Shan,” he says raising his voice slightly.

“Bullshit, I broke up with her because she is a user, it had nothing to do with Shan. How the hell you almost four months pregnant and ain’t told the so-called father?” I questioned trying to get my point across as Paul is looking between us utterly confused.

“Well, call my sister, you got a month before she goes to TMZ and every other outlet and ruins your ass.” Tim gloats as I’m trembling almost frothing at the mouth wanting to get my hands on his ass. “Fuck you!” I yell as Paul steps in between us. “Alright, Jey it isn’t worth it,” he says patting my shoulder.

“Imagine the headline “Popular WWE star abandons pregnant girlfriend”. Even better “Pregnant, Deceived, and Alone.” He shrugs his shoulders before continuing, I wanna knock his head off his damn shoulders. “I mean think about it Jey, Shan’s face would be plastered everywhere; he smiles. “Don’t bring her into this,” I growl as Paul steps in between us.

“Ok, you need to leave Tim,” Paul says trying to defuse the situation. “My job here is done, I only applied for this job to keep an eye on what he was doing. I got all I need anyway, I quit,” he says smugly walking away as I’m pacing like a caged animal.

Jey, calm down and sit-down Paul says, sitting down himself. “What the hell am I gonna do?” I asks my boss as he seems to be in deep thought.

“You tell Shan, lay it out on the table. I mean it happened before ya’ll got together, “he says rubbing his hand over his face.

“A scandal could derail my career, “I say taking a deep breath. “Look, it could, or it couldn’t but that’s chance you take. Paul says listening to my concerns.

“Boss, you got a minute,” Solo says coming into the makeshift office, stopping in his tracks, seeing his brother with his head in his hands. “What’s wrong? Is it Mom, or Jimmy?" he asks rushing to his brother’s side.

“Nah, they good, mama gon kill me though. Taraji’s saying she’s pregnant, I whisper too afraid to say it out loud.

“Ah hell,” Solo mutters out loud, “Yea, no shit,” I respond taking a deep breath.

“You know you need to know for sure, you know mama ain’t gon’ play bout no illegitimate babies floating around. They believe in marriage before kids,” Solo says offering a comforting hug to his brother.

“I can’t lose Shan, I just got her man,” I say hugging my brother trying to get my thoughts together before I go see her. “We gon get to the bottom of it, Uce. Solo says looking at Paul who nods in agreement. This is so messed up.

------------------------

Hotel

Shantell’s POV

Tonight, was a fucking nightmare, I just grabbed my shit and caught a ride back with Nattie, and TJ. When she asked about Jey, I told her he had a meeting with Paul, and I was tired. I guess that could be true because they were still in his office when I left.

I don’t know what to think or feel. Tim told me Jey got his sister pregnant and how I should cut my losses. Eventually, Jey would be with Taraji raising their child. How could this happen, so deep in my thoughts and relaxing under the hot water in the shower. I didn’t hear Jey come in. I gasped feeling his hands around my waist.

“Sorry baby, it’s just me” he whispers kissing my neck as I turn around in his arms looking at the worried tired look on his face. “Is it true?” I ask barely holding it together as the sounds of the water falling on us almost drowned out my tiny voice.

Jey’s POV

“She knew!” I panicked and didn’t know what to say, but I knew I had to be honest. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out baby,” I assured her. Kissing her with everything inside me, trying to make every moment count. I know it’s selfish of me, but I need her right now. "I love you Shantell, always remember that," I say staring into her beautiful eyes.

“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?" she sighs dropping her head sadly. “I’ll never say goodbye to you,” I say lifting her face to look at me. “Nothing is going to change,” I promised as I lifted her, wrapping her legs around my waist. As we shared a kiss, I entered her swiftly without warning.

“Josh!” She screams against my ear as I began thrusting slowly inside of her. “It’s us, always,” I moaned cherishing the feel of being inside her. “I love you,” she cries as I feel her arms tighten around my neck.

“I love you more,” I say honestly taking her in a kiss as my thrusts are becoming more powerful as I feel her pussy tightening even more on my dick, almost taking the wind out of me the emotions I’m feeling. The world is going crazy around us but she’s my anchor, holding my mind, body and soul in her hands.

“Hold on baby,” I moan as I put one of my hands on the wall, bracing myself and the other on her hip going deeper as the seconds and minutes pass as our moans fill the air.

“Yea, this my pussy belongs to me, you feel how it curves to my dick baby,” I claim as I swirl my hips thrusting even deeper inside her. “I’m yours,” she groans biting my neck. “You betta be, 'cause I’m yours,” I declare sucking on her neck as I can feel her scratching my back. “Josh, you feel so good, “she moans as I take in her beauty in this moment.

Her writhing in ecstasy, with her forehead now pressed against mine. Kissing me slowly as her eyes never leave mine, she’s now moving with me harder trying to get her release biting her lip in anticipation. My hands go to her waist pulling her body into my thrusts.

“Josh! I need it,” she whines as I’m taking her harder. “Fuck!" I shout feeling my legs weaken as she attacks my neck with her mouth. “Joshua,” she pants as I pull her into a hungry kiss “I love you,” I groan as she finally comes apart in my arms spiraling me into my own completion. “I love you too,” she gasps collapsing her head on my shoulder.

“I don’t want to lose you,” I whispered holding her tight she nodded her head against my shoulder “I don’t want to lose you either,” she says caressing her fingers across the nape of my neck. For many minutes no words were spoken, her legs still wrapped around me.

“Please, don’t hurt me josh,” I hear her faintly whisper as I close my eyes praying that I don’t hurt the one person I’ve always loved.

-------------------------------

Meeting Taraji

Shantell’s POV

“Josh, I don’t think I should be here,” I say looking around for the guest of honor.

"Yes, you should, this involves you too,” he says holding my hand, leaning over to give me a kiss.

“Aww, ain’t yall sweet,” Taraji says sarcastically as I grit my teeth as she takes a seat.

“Hey Taraji, this is Shantell,” Jey say’s introducing us as I lean out my hand to shake hers, but she just stares at my hand. “I know her, she’s the talk of the town about how she has turned smackdown around,” she says smugly as I put my hand down. “Well I’ve heard about you as well,” I say trying to maintain my composure.

“Look no need to be rude, Shan ain’t did nothing to you,” Jey says looking over at me as I wave him off.

“I’m a big girl Josh, it’s ok. This just lets me know how to move accordingly,” I say smiling tightly.

“I mean, I think it’s obvious that we will be together since Josh’s parents are big on family. I’m sure they will encourage Josh to marry me, make an honest woman outta me. My eyes are getting wider by the second. Is this bitch serious as I turn to look at Jey who has a defeated look on his face. I know you fuckin’ lyin right now this isn’t happening. Shan get a grip don’t let her see you sweat.

“I mean we made this baby together; “she says grabbing my attention as she’s rubbing her stomach. I slightly cringe at her words, and the image as I’m staring a hole through this arrogant skank here.

“I need to see proof, “Jey finally says looking at her barley there stomach. “I need DNA, “he says tightly holding my hand. “They can do that it’s non-invasive and won’t hurt the baby,” I add as Taraji rolls her eyes.

Oh! Well, my doctor says that’s too much of a risk, so we would have to wait until the baby is born,” Taraji says smirking at me.

“Interesting because I remember my cousin having to do a DNA test while she was pregnant because the dad was trippin’ and we were told it was harmless,” I say out loud as her face contorts into anger.

Well, for me it’s dangerous,” she says speaking fast, I can see some kinks in this story. I nod in understanding even though I know she’s full of shit.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at Josh and realized I needed to be strong for us both and ask the question we both wanted to ask.

“So, what do you want? “I ask staring a hole through her. “Oh, nothing much. I don’t want to alert the media to this scandal, you know being pregnant and abandoned. It would really bring Jey’s stock down, like really damage his career. It could stop his push with all the bad media attention it would bring,” she says smiling at Jey.

“So, you basically want me to be with you and leave Shan,” he says staring a hole through her. “And our child,” she adds. I mean Shan would get a lot of backlash being labeled as a homewrecker and it would damage her career as well.

“I don’t give a damn what people think about me. I didn’t know about you, you happened before me so I’m not even mad at you. But that funky ass attitude of yours is less to be desired,” I say as she smirks at me.

I’m fighting the urge to bitch slap her ass. “Your trying to ruin his career, everything he’s busted his ass for,” I say whispering trying not to alert people to the conflict going on at the table.

“I ain’t ruining nothing, because after talking to his parents he’s going to make the right decision for us all. I mean he must protect the family name after all.” She says as Josh groans in response.

“I’m gon’ fucking vomit,” I retort leaving them alone at the table.

Jey’s POV

Shantell! Baby, wait! I shouted getting up to follow her.” I’ll give you a month to break it off Josh, or I’m going to the media,” Taraji says. I rub my beard and run my hand over my face irritated. “I heard you suppose to be winning the title at Summerslam.

I would hate for a little negative news coverage to change that outcome,” she smiles. “I’ll never love you, you ain’t her,” I say as her smile drops. “You will learn too baby. I’ll be transferred to interview duty on the smackdown brand starting next week,” she says as I groan in dread walking off to find Shantell.

I found her by the car on her cell. Trin, I could have socked that bitch,” she hissed as we locked eyes. “Let me call you back Jey’s staring a hole through me,” she says as I smile dropping my head.

“Ok let me have it,” I say looking at her as I can tell she wants to go off. “I can’t even if I wanted to. Josh, she’s seriously threatening to ruin everything you’ve worked for,” Shan whispers looking around the parking lot trying to see if we were being watched. “Can we just go?" she asks as I grab her hand. "Yea, let's go home."

------------

Gym Talk & Realizations

"Man, you serious, Uce," Jimmy says listening to his brother's retelling of how the lunch from hell went. "I hate you let her meet Ma, and pops, sounds like she planned that shit,” Jimmy says frowning at his brother. “Yea, it seems,” Jey says moving to the weights.

“How you gon handle ma, you know she old school. She gon be trying to get you married and everything,” Jimmy says looking at the desperate face of his brother.

“She already has, Taraji sent me an ultrasound picture and I went by the house to see her. She wants me to try a relationship at least with Taraji until we can get the DNA test when the baby is born,” I say shivering at the thought.

“Damn, what you gon do?" Jimmy asks spotting his brother.” I told Ma I would consider it,” I say avoiding his gaze. “Shit, that is like saying you’re gon’ do it. So, what about Shan?" Jimmy asks as I shake my head.

“I’m trying to hold on to her as long as I can. I got a month to break up with her before Taraji goes public.” I sigh as I see the disappointed look on his face.

So, did it occur to you to maybe stand up to ma, and be with the woman you love?” My brother asks frowning at me. When I didn’t answer he kept going. “I mean let her take that shit to the media, people co-parent every day. You can be a great dad without having to be in a relationship with her ass."Jimmy whispers trying to not draw attention to us. “What about my career Jimmy,” I say trying not to argue with my brother.

“The worst thing that could happen is corporate doesn’t back you being champ, so you don’t take the strap. That means you’ll just win the title a little later on when everything blows over, Jimmy pleads to me as I’m tired of speaking on the subject.

“I don’t know, Uce” I respond tiredly. “I can’t watch this train wreck, you gon break Shantell’s heart, cause yo ass can’t take a stand. Then you gon' be sick as fuck when she on another man's arm,” Jimmy sighs leaving his brother to his own stupidity. As across town, Shantell was about to be hit with another knockout punch.

----------------------------------------------------------------

Uso Family Home

Shantell's POV

“Hey mama Uce,” I say accepting her hug as she pulls me close. “Come on sit with me sweetie, I’m so glad you could come,” she says hugging me tight.

“It’s so beautiful here,” I say taking in the waves crashing and the beautiful scenery on their patio.

“I love this house and the view, my husband picked well.” She says looking around taking it all in herself. “I asked to see you because I’m sure you know about Joshua and Taraji,” she says with a sad smile.

Yes, ma’am, “I sadly smile. “We are trying to deal with it, and trying to decide what to do together,” I say honestly. “Well, sweetie this isn’t going away,” she says passing me the ultrasound picture. As I looked at the picture i couldn't;t stop the few tears that escaped from my eyes.

“I know you love my son, but he has responsibilities, and I would say the same thing if it were you in this situation. He needs to be an in-home father to his child like his dad was,” she says reaching over touching my hand as I nodded. “I understand what you’re saying,” I start but she cuts me off.

“His career is going well, and I know you don’t want any negative attention on you guys. That press can make or break someone’s career. Do you really want to do that to him, or yourself?” She asks. I can’t find my words as each of her words are cutting me deep.

“He conflicted by his love for you, doing the right thing for his child and his career. Don’t make him choose,” she says wiping her tears.

“I would never do that,” I say choking back tears as my chest tightens, I feel as if my heart is about to explode.

“I love you Shantell, but please let my baby go,” she cries as by this point, I can’t stop my tears from flowing.

‘I don’t know how,” I whisper as she grabs my hand. Spend these next couple weeks with him, cherish your time, then let him go. It will be better for everyone involved,” she says wiping her tears going into the kitchen.

I had to leave, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I got in Jey’s car, taking the short drive to Jimmy and Trin's, house crying the whole way. Cutting off the car I just had to take a moment before I went in, I couldn’t stop my tears, my life was falling apart.

Knocking on the window brings me back to the present as Jimmy opens my door. “Shan you ok, what happened?” He asks worried at my current state. Trying to catch my breath he grabs my hands. “Calm down, sis,” I weakly smile at him as he pulls me into his arms. “I’m losing him,” I whisper against his chest as he holds me tighter. “I got you, come on let’s go inside,” he says leading to the house.

As I told them what happened I could see Jimmy angrily bumping his knee and tapping his finger on the table. “Mama always dippin’ in shit that don’t concern her.” He says angry at his mom and the situation in general.” I’m so sorry Shantell, “Trin says hugging me. "She showed me the ultrasound pictures," I say looking down. “It’s gonna be ok,” she says holding me tighter.

“Jey just texted, he’s been trying to get you, he’s worried,” Jimmy says looking at me. “Just tell him I’ll be home in a bit, Trin and I are hanging out I say.” He nods typing his response, I talked to them for a few more minutes before back to Jey’s.

------------------------------------------------------

Jey’s Home

Shantell’s POV

“I was worried bout you,” Jey says as I join him in the kitchen. “I’m sorry, I made you worry,” I said giving him a kiss. “Uhhuh, see I missed those kisses,” he smiles brightly at me as I try to smile. “What’s wrong baby?” he asks as I contemplate telling him.

Hell, what else is there to lose. “Your mom called me to come over,” I answered taking a seat beside him. “What did she want?” He asked interested in the meeting. “She told me to let you go, because you didn’t need the stress of having to choose between the baby, your career, and me,” I say as my eyes meet his for a brief second before he looked down, taking deep breaths.

“I told her I would never make you choose. She informed me how it would be best for everyone if I stepped aside,” I finished looking in his eyes for an answer finding none.

“Baby, I don’t know what to do,” he whispers as I feel this conversation is about to get even messier. “So, is being in the baby’s life, co-parenting, and riding out this scandal out even an option right now? I see his hands shaking as he’s ringing his together as I’ve seen him do so many times when he’s stressing.

“Are you going to try to be in a relationship with her for the baby’s sake?” I asked, looking at him waiting for his response. It was out in the open now, no turning back. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says looking at me. “Josh, I’m not made of glass what is it?” I demand.

“I think I’m going to try the relationship for my child’s sake, but I’m not proposing until I know if the baby is mine. I can’t have this scandal touching my family name,” he says with tears falling from his face.

I shook my head at him. “Thank you for telling me,” I say looking around the room, wiping my tears. “Well, I was preparing to go through this scandal with you, be a great stepmom to this baby and your number one supporter,” I whispered backing up slowly as Jey stood up moving towards me, bringing me into his arms, I can’t look at him.

“Baby,” he starts as I cut him off, “don’t worry about me, I guess everything happens the way it’s supposed to,” I say wiping his tears, giving him a tender kiss before pulling away, going upstairs to pack. I couldn’t stay here; I can’t pretend everything is ok.

Jey’s POV

“Wait, where are you going?” I panic as I see her shuffling around my room packing her things. “I’m going to Jimmy’s or Solo’s I’m not staying here,” she says packing her suitcase. “We still got some time,” I say pulling some of her clothes back out.

“I don’t want time with you! You really think I wanna have sex with you for the next few weeks knowing you’re leaving me!” She screams at me as I wish the earth would open up and swallow me whole. “You have lost yo fucking mind! She shouts as he I can’t move from the spot, I’m stuck in.

“Why are we prolonging this, you can’t stand up to your mom, you can’t stand up to Taraji, you can’t whether the storm with me because your concerned about your career, even though I have as much to lose as you do! “She yells no longer crying, the anger is pouring out of her now.

“Shantell, I say trying to hold her as she pushes me away. “No! I get it! Having a perfect image is what you care about. You really would marry someone who is telling yo stuuuupid ass they using you," she yells as I’m standing here mad at myself not her. I feel my anger boiling over as I continue to watch her rant.

“You don’t even know if she’s pregnant, or if it’s even yours with how you told me she threw her ass around!” She shouts, continuing to pack her things. “That shit ain’t fair, Shan!" I worked hard for all this shit I have! I’m not gon’ ruin it over y—," stopping myself from finishing the word that I knew not only I didn’t mean, but it would cut her even deeper.

This is why I hate arguing when arguing I’m mad or frustrated, I say shit that I don’t mean. “Nah, baby finish your thought,” she says walking up to me. “Over me right, you’re not going to jeopardize your career and your family name over me.” she whimpers nodding her head getting the wrong understanding, as I see new tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "Shantell, I didn’t mean it, I love you,” I say desperately trying to get her to believe me. Not even caring that my own tears are falling, all I care about is her knowing I didn't mean it.

“Fuck, you Josh,” she says grabbing her suitcase, stormin' out of my house, but I hoped not out of my life.

“What the fuck just happened,” I say aloud looking around the room and seeing no reminisce of her anywhere to be found. The ruffled sheets are the only sign left of our lovemaking this morning.

“What the hell have I done? I muttered standing alone in this big house of memories listening to the waves of the ocean crashing on the shore.

@reci24 @southerngirl41 @vebner37 @jeyusos-girl

@melaninsugababy @romanreignkisser @bebesobrielo

@arination99

115 notes · View notes