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starsinthesky5 · 8 months ago

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wanna get out of here? | joe burrow x reader

description: an impromptu getaway is exactly what you and joe needed

a/n: ahhh my second fic!! all the love on my first one gave me the motivation to go and write another one :) i hope you all like this one!

warnings: smut (hope it’s not too bad since it’s my first time writing it LOL), language

word count: 6 k

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Wednesday

The sounds of hammering rain and thunder were all you could focus on as you were sitting on the couch, curled up in a blanket trying to finish an overly complex project for work. You had been trying to finish the final section for the past week but you simply could not get rid of the restless feeling that had engulfed you over the past few days.

Joe, on the other hand, was sitting right next to you. He was staring at the TV which had on some random rerun episode of The Office. Normally, he’d be laughing along to the show no matter how many times he had seen the episode, but today he was quiet & agitated. He had been overwhelmed this past month with intense rehab for his wrist injury; on top of which he had his off-season workouts every day which had also been incredibly vigorous. He was mentally and physically burnt out and needed something to take his mind off of everything. He noticed that you also had been swamped with work which caused you to be on edge the whole week, preventing you two from having any real 1 on 1 time like you usually do, and he wasn’t having it.

You were typing away on your computer, another idea that would probably lead to nothing, before you heard the TV turn off.

You turned your head to Joe and saw his blank face. “Everything Okay?” you questioned while reaching for his hand.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked while interlocking your hands, still looking expressionless.

“Joey there is literally a monsoon happening outside right now,” you deadpanned as you squeezed his hand.

“Not out there. I mean do you wanna get out of Ohio?”.

“Who are you and what have you done with my fiancee,” you laughed.

“What?” he asked, looking quizzical as if he had no idea why you said that.

“You, the same man that never leaves his house unless it’s business or football related. And sometimes due to a forced social activity, or occasionally to have fun, wants to leave Ohio? You’re practically a turtle that stays in its shell all day,” you say before going back to your work project.

Joe is slightly taken aback by what you said. Deep down he knows you aren’t wrong, he doesn’t go out very often, which made what he said next even more necessary.

“Let’s go to the Bahamas this weekend. I can call up Ted and get a jet here and we can leave Friday morning. I’m thinking we stay at a lowkey house on a private beach for maybe 4 days,” he says.

You think he’s just messing with you but when you look over at him, he looks serious.

“Where is this coming from?” you say with worry in your voice. In the 5 years, you and Joe have been together, he’d never sprung an idea of a vacation on you by himself, it was always mutual. And you’d never left the States before either. You close your computer and turn to face him.

“I’m just so fucking tired,” he says with a sigh. “These past few weeks have been really intense and I just need a break.”

Your face drops as he continues. He’d been under so much pressure lately with OTA’s slowly approaching and training amping up; plus all the background noise. He’d start throwing in the next month or so and deep down he was nervous. He didn’t know how it was going to go and if all this rehab was even worth it if he was never going to be able to get back to where he was.

“And you’ve been stressed out all week because of work and it feels like we haven’t had just ‘us’ time,” he adds.

Joe was right. He’d be gone all day with either rehab or workouts and the only time you two would get together would be dinner. And by dinner, you’d be too exhausted to do anything but eat and rush off to bed.

You spend a few moments contemplating his offer. It would be nice to get away for a few days and you both needed the change of environment badly.

“Okay, let’s do it," you say with a smile as you pull him in for a hug.

“But just so you know, since we’d be leaving in 2 days, I’m going to be an absolute nightmare when it comes to packing,” you say before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Oh, I'm well aware. You only get 2 days to stress about packing and not a whole week like usual,” he laughs.

Thursday Evening

You both spent the majority of the day planning your impromptu vacation. You found the perfect beach house on the other side of Nassau, away from the main part of the island. It was hidden by palm trees and had a private beach which made it easy to unwind without any prying eyes. You would spend the week there and pick out a few activities nearby to occupy your time. You also chose a few places to eat although you both decided to cook at home for the majority of your stay.

Currently, you were sitting on your closet floor attempting to pack your suitcase but were majorly failing. Packing was never your strong suit, especially if you had to pack the day before a trip. The closet looked like a war zone, things were everywhere.

“This is the wrong time to not be able to find anything,” you say to yourself while getting up once again to hunt for missing items.

Joe walked into the closet and saw you frantically pacing back and forth looking for something.

“Babe, are you Okay?” He asked while sitting down on the stool.

“Have you seen my new white bikini? Or my sunglasses? Or my tank tops?” You asked, aggravated that you couldn’t find your stuff.

“I literally cannot find anything,” You added before giving Joe a look. He knew that look all too well, you were 1 misplaced item away from having a full breakdown.

He got up from the stool and walked over to where you were, put his hands on your shoulders, and said “Y/N you could wear a potato sack and still look amazing. Stop stressing about it, this vacation is supposed to get rid of the stress. Not add onto it,”

You let out a deep breath and say “You’re right. It’s just us anyway. I’ll just pack some nice dresses and stuff whatever in the suitcase,”

“The fewer clothes the better,” Joe smirks and says before leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips.

“You’re insatiable,” you say against his lips.

After you finish packing your suitcase, you get ready for bed since you have a fairly early flight. It took Joe about 15 minutes to pack his things, which came as no surprise since he is the biggest outfit repeater you know. You’re just about ready to doze off before you feel Joe’s hand creep up your leg and squeeze your thigh.

“Mmm Joe not right now,” you say half asleeply. “Go to bed,”

“Not that,” he states. “I can’t fall asleep,” he mumbles.

You let out a sigh before turning to face him. No way you’re getting any sleep now. “What’s wrong,” you say as you move his messy curls out of his eyes.

“I don’t know, I just can’t fall asleep,” he says.

You knew Joe too well to know when something was bothering him. His confession earlier was only the tip of the iceberg. Something was bugging him and you needed him to talk to you.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours,” you say as you play with his curls.

He stayed silent for a few heartbeats, not knowing if he should unload his heavy thoughts on you right before a vacation. But he knew that it was just you. You’d always listen to whatever he had to say, no matter the time or place.

“Just everything.” He says, meeting your eyes. “Rehab has been going great and training has been too, and I should be happy about that but I just can’t get rid of that feeling,”

“What feeling?” You question.

“Feeling like I won’t be good enough. I know what people are saying; overpaid, overrated, no rings, injury-prone. And they aren’t wrong. I don’t have anything to back up why people think I’m a top 3 quarterback,”

Your heart breaks as he continues to talk. The fact that Joe feels like he isn’t good enough is mind-boggling to you. He’s one of the best damn players you’ve ever seen and you wish you could do something to get rid of his doubts, but you knew that that was something he had to do on his own.

“But you do have things to back it up. You had one of the greatest college football seasons ever. Winning the Natty and the Heisman was only the start of your legacy. You were drafted by an organization that was in desperate need of saving and you made an impact that not many could have done,” you say as you see a small smile on his face.

“You had a shitty rookie season with tearing basically everything in your knee, but you worked hard and came back better than ever fucking before. You went on and led the team to their first playoff win in 30 years and went to the fucking Super Bowl in your first full season,” you add.

“Yeah, you didn’t win. But you put the entire league on notice and showed them who the hell you are. And then you did it again next year even though you didn’t go all the way. This past year was rough and didn’t go the way anyone would have expected, but this is part of what makes you, you.” you say with a smile as he stares deeply into your eyes.

“You thrive when there’s adversity. It makes you work harder for what you want and it always pays off one way or another. You always come out better and stronger. You are a great quarterback and are absolutely more than good enough. You’re going to have your moment soon, and I know it,” you conclude.

Joe stares into your eyes for a few more heartbeats. You knew exactly what to say to bring him back down from whatever cloud he was stuck on and he was so thankful for you.

“I love you,” he said as he pulled you onto his lap, pressing kisses all over your face.

“I love you more, always,” you laugh as he kisses the hell out of you.

You two spent the rest of the night in each other's embrace. You finally felt at peace once you heard Joe’s soft snores fill the room and finally got some sleep.

Friday

You both got up pretty early for your flight, taking a quick shower before packing the car and heading to the airport. After boarding the plane you both took off your shoes, pulled out your fav blanket, and got comfy.

“Are you excited?” Joe beams.

“Excited is an understatement, Burrow,” you smirk. “Getting you out of Ohio might be my favorite part,”.

“I’m so looking forward to getting some sun and swimming in that big pool,” he says, referring to the massive pool that’s a part of the house you rented.

“It’s like you’re a whole new person,” you smile while leaning your head on his shoulder. He smiles and kisses your forehead before pulling out his laptop to turn on a movie.

“Oooo what are we gonna watch?” you excitedly question.

“I was thinking of either ‘Grown-Ups’ or ‘21 Jump Street’,” he responds.

“Hmm, let’s do Jump Street, it’s been a while since we watched that,” you say.

You spent the rest of the flight watching movies, playing a few card games, and eventually taking a small nap before the plane landed.

A few hours later

After the plane landed, you both drove to your house for the week and it was like something out of a fairytale. The house overlooked the beach and the crystal blue water. Lush green palm trees surrounding the house provided ample privacy, especially for the large open pool in the backyard. You two settled into the house before changing into your swimsuits for a nice afternoon dip in the pool. You did end up finding your new white bikini, which was perfect for the occasion.

Joe walked out of the bathroom and saw you brushing your hair in the mirror. His eyes trailed down to your bare legs, up to your perfect ass, then to your toned stomach, and straight to your chest. You looked so sexy and he was in heaven. He walked up to you and hugged you from behind, his warmth causing you to melt into his arms.

Your eyes met his in the mirror, “Like what you see, Burrow?” you teased.

“Absolutely,” he chuckled as he swayed you two back and forth, pressing a kiss on the back of your shoulder while sliding his hand down to your ass. Joe was grinning like a love-struck fool as he watched you close your eyes and melt into his embrace. He was making you feel more relaxed than you’d ever been before and you both were loving it.

You both ventured out to the pool and sat down on the pool chairs, hoping to get a quick tanning sesh in before a swim. A few minutes in, Joe found himself staring at the pool when he got an idea.

“I’m gonna jump into the pool,” he casually said.

You quickly turned your head to him and said, “Are you crazy, the water will get everywhere,” You gasped.

“It’s just us though, nobody around to complain. Besides, I can’t do it in the pool at home since we spent way too much money on redoing the backyard. At least here there isn’t any vegetable garden at risk of being destroyed,” he smirked before quickly running back to the patio door and launching himself into the pool, not giving you a moment to lecture him.

The water did in fact get everywhere but it was worth it when you saw Joe come up from the water. He shook his head back and forth to get the water out of his hair before he took his hand and attempted to slick it back. Your eyes navigated to his muscular chest which had stray water droplets sliding down his abdomen, back into the water. God, he looked so hot like this.

“Like what you see, Burrow,” he teased as he noticed your expression.

“Yes, in fact I do. Very much actually,” you say while getting off the chair. “And I’m not a ‘Burrow’ yet, still gotta wait a few months before that,” you say as you make your way into the pool.

“Well, you’re practically already my wifey sooo,” he trails off before swimming over to the steps and helping you into the pool.

You giggle at his words. He couldn’t wait to marry you and he never failed to make it known.

You immediately latch onto him when you're in the pool. This was pretty normal for you both. You’d always use him as a floatie and make him do all the work while you just lay on him and relaxed.

A few moments later you release yourself from his embrace, making him slightly confused at the sudden loss of contact.

“Y/N come back,” he whines out.

“Someone’s clingy today,” you say while playfully rolling your eyes and swimming away from him.

He stared at you for a few moments, a sad look on his face while you continued to swim around and away from him. You felt bad that you’d left him hanging but you were having too much fun teasing him.

“Come and catch me shiesty,” you yelled. He hated it when you called him that. That nickname was only for football-related individuals to use and he thought it was a little cringe whenever you would use it. Not in a bad way, it’s just he preferred you calling him other names that football-related people can’t use. You knew how he felt about it but you also knew that this would for sure set him off.

“Oh you’re done for,” he playfully growled before swimming after you. The pool was massive so you had just enough space to get away from him.

You two were swimming circles around each other, occasionally splashing water into each other's faces in hopes of catching each other off guard. Your arms began to get tired of swimming around so you stopped by the ledge to take a breather while Joe was settled on the other side of the pool.

Before you knew it, Joe had swum over to you and pulled you back into his arms.

“Got you,” you whispered against your ear.

“I guess you did,” you whispered back.

“You look absolutely gorgeous by the way,” he said looking down into your eyes. “I love this bikini on you,”

You blushed at his sweet comments. He never failed to tell you how pretty you looked.

“Ya know, I look even better with it off,” you tease.

Joe’s face dropped immediately when you said that. He’d been horny since he saw you in that bikini but had to compose himself since you both were looking forward to swimming in the pool. But now that you’d gotten your swim time in, nothing was stopping him.

He slowly pressed you against the wall of the pool and kissed his way up your neck right up to your sweet spot.

“Joe,” you moaned out.

“What baby?” He asked, knowing exactly what you wanted.

“I need you,” you whined.

He looked at you momentarily before lifting you out of the pool and rushing you inside to the large bedroom. You let out a squeal as he pushed you back onto the bed. Joe climbed over you and situated his body in between your thighs, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You stayed kissing each other for a few minutes before you felt something hard poke at your stomach.

“Getting eager now aren’t we,” you tease.

“Please, I’ve been waiting to get you in this bed since I saw you in this bikini,” he grinned.

“Then I suggest you do something about it,” you replied.

Joe smiled and started to untie the strands of your bikini top before tossing it to the side. He kissed his way down to your perfect breasts, swirling his lips around your sensitive bud which caused you to let out a breathy moan.

“Joe,” you moaned out while shoving your hands in his hair.

He spent a few moments sucking on your breasts before he continued his way down. He pressed a few sloppy kisses on your stomach before eventually making his way down to where you needed him the most. He slowly peeled off your bottoms which was driving you insane.

“Joe please,” you whined out.

“Patience is key, baby,” he teased.

He threw your bottoms to the side as he made his way back up to your heat. “You’re so wet,” he says while ghosting his fingers over your folds.

“Joe I swear to god-,” You suddenly felt his warm tongue lapping at your folds which caused you to let out another moan, “Ohh Fuck”.

He buried his warm tongue inside your core as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. He moved one of his hands up to cup your breast as the other was firmly on your thigh. Joe moved up and started to rhythmically suck on your clit which made you see stars; something which he made you see often. “Joey, fuck don’t stop,” you said breathlessly.

“You like that?” he chuckled against your core, sending vibrations throughout your body. Those 3 words always managed to get you more horny than you already were. "Yeah," you whispered.

He went back to lapping at your folds as he used his thumb to rub your clit. The combination of his mouth and fingers was sending you over the edge. You started to arch your back which caused you to lift your hips slightly but Joe pushed them back down as he continued to send you into a frenzy. You fisted your hands into his hair and started to pull on the loose curls which caused Joe to let out a soft moan against you.

“Joe I’m so close,” you whispered as you pushed his head closer to your core. You felt a familiar warmth in your belly as you were moaning Joe’s name out (which was driving him insane). Joe thrusted one of his fingers into you, causing the imaginary rubber band in your lower belly to snap; feeling a familiar gush of liquid pool below you. You were overcome with a feeling of pure pleasure and satisfaction as he cleaned up your mess with his skillful mouth. He pressed delicate kisses on the insides of your thighs before moving back up and pushing his lips against yours again.

“You’re so hot,” he said in between kisses.

You felt a blush creep up on your face. “I’m flattered Mr. Burrow, but have you seen yourself”.

“Shut up,” he chuckled before going back to kissing you. You stopped kissing him after a few moments and said “Joe, I need you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command babe,” he replied as he pulled down his swim trunks and threw them to the side. His cock was rock hard and the sight of it had you sizzling with anticipation.

Your core was slick with your arousal which made it easy for him to push his dick into you. The tip slowly teasing your folds before he buries himself inside of you, causing you to let out a loud moan. You will never get tired of the feeling of him inside you.

He started slowly thrusting into you which made you wrap your legs around him, wanting him deeper asap.

“Joe, Fuck,” you moaned out. “Faster baby,”.

He began snapping his hips against you, faster & harder than before. “God, you feel so good Y/N,” he moaned out. You brought him in for another kiss, this time quick, messy, and sloppy. He continued thrusting into you and you bucked your hips each time to match his movements. The sound of your arousal and skin-hitting skin filled the room as you two were caught up in the euphoria that was happening between you.

Joe buried his face into your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, as your hands found themselves in his hair again. You were on Cloud 9 right now and it was all because of him.

“Joe, don’t stop. Shit, you feel too good,” you moaned. You felt him move deeper inside of you as he repeatedly hit your cervix.

He continued to pound into you, making you feel like nothing else mattered but this moment. You both felt your arousal building up, begging to be released.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m close,” he panted as he slowed down.

“Me too,” you whimpered.

He picked up the pace of his thrusts once again, this time moving one of his hands down to your heat, toying with your clit. “Fuck,” you moaned out for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. You felt your walls clench around him, signaling you were almost there. Joe felt you clench around him and pinched your clit which set off your orgasm. Your chest heaved up and down as you whimpered out his name while seeing stars again. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his pleasure.

“Y/N,” Joe moaned out. You knew he was close by the way his thrusts started to become sporadic.

“Come on baby,” you encouraged while pulling at his hair and kissing his neck.

After a few rough thrusts, Joe let out a loud moan as you felt hot spurts of his cum fill you up. He collapsed on top of you as you both panted, needing a moment to recover after the workout you two just had. You moved one of your hands to his back, softly sliding it up and down to help him relax.

“I love you,” he softly said as he kissed your cheek, making you smile.

“I love you more,” you whisper in his ear as he buries his face into your neck again.

The next day

The next morning was pretty chill for you both. You had breakfast at the local beachside cafe, stuffing your faces with delicious fresh fruit from the island before embarking on a pleasant morning walk on the beach.

“This is nice,” Joe says as you both walk hand in hand alongside the water, a content look on his face.

You look up at him and smile, “Very nice,” you giggle. “Although, I don’t know how you’re not uncomfortable with walking on the beach in shoes,” you question while looking at your bare feet and then his shoes.

“You never know when a crab might come up and pinch your toes,” he says with a straight face.

“Righhhht,” you say while relishing the feeling of sand between your toes.

“So, what should we do today? We pretty much have the whole day since we’re cooking at home tonight,” he says while squeezing your hand.

“Hmmm,” you wonder for a second. “We could go out on one of the boats?” you carefully question while looking up at your fiancee.

Joe did not like going on boats. He hated the idea of being out on the open water with no way of getting back to shore other than using the boat. He always questioned what you would do if the boat broke down or even started sinking. You always told him the sinking part was highly unlikely, but you blamed yourself for that worry because you’ve made him watch Titanic with you one too many times. He also didn’t like how you couldn’t see what was in the water. But lucky for you, the water in the Bahamas was crystal clear.

He stayed silent for a few moments, making you a little sad since you wanted to experience something new with him.

“Let’s do it,” he says while flashing you a smile.

You looked up at him, a little surprised. “Really?” you beam.

“Yes, now let’s go before I change my mind,” he says before stopping to pick you up. He doesn’t give you a moment to respond because he throws you over his shoulders causing you to let out a squeal. He leads you both back to the house so you can get freshened up.

You both got changed into your swimsuits before walking over to the docks and renting a boat for the day. You weren’t sure how you managed to get Joe to go on the boat, but you certainly were not complaining.

The driver had taken the boat not too far from shore, which kept Joe’s mind at ease. You swam in the water for a little bit and enjoyed a few drinks.

“Mmm, this like the best Mai Tai I’ve ever had,” you say while taking another sip. Joe was currently in the water in front of you, while you were seated on the steps of the boat, legs partially in the water.

“Come in the water,” Joe says while splashing some water onto you.

“Mmm, I think I’m good up here,” you tease while placing your drink to the side.

Joe swam closer to you and said “Nope.”

You were confused at what he meant but then you felt his wet hand wrap around your wrist.

“Joe, don’t even think about it,” you playfully growled, knowing exactly what he was about to do. He didn’t listen and pulled you into the water, causing a big splash. You came back up to the surface with a frown.

“Someone’s mad,” Joe laughs. You swim over to him while he is fully anticipating an ass-kicking but is pleasantly surprised when you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.

You laugh and say, “If this is mad, let me be mad more often,”.

A few hours pass and you both are sitting on the boat in the net seating area that was right above the water. Joe had put on one of his many bucket hats and shades and was laid flat against the net, soaking in the golden sun. You were applying another layer of sunscreen before noticing his chest turning red. You knew he’d be a pain in the ass if he got sunburnt so you took the bottle and moved closer to him.

You squeezed out a dab of sunscreen and started applying it to his chest. He flinched at the sudden contact before realizing it was just you.

You felt him flinch and laughed, “Daydreaming, Burrow?”.

“Maybe,” he smiles while taking off his shades. He looks down and sees you applying sunscreen on him, “Oh, thanks,” he says while meeting your eyes.

You let out a playful sigh and say, “What would you do without me,”.

“For real,” he says. “I’d be walking around like a tomato,” he laughs.

After applying the rest of the sunscreen, you lay back against the net and Joe lifts one of his arms, motioning for you to curl up next to him. He rests his hand on the small of your back while you tangle your legs with his.

You lay there briefly, soaking up the perfect scene before breaking the silence. “Are you enjoying this? I know boats aren’t really your thing and I hope I didn’t force you into this,” you softly say.

“Of course, I’m enjoying this. I will admit, I was a little nervy when getting on but you’re here with me so I’m fine. Besides, If the boat breaks down at least we’d be stranded together,” he jokes.

“I guess that’s true. Better than being stranded with a bunch of randos too. I’m glad we could get a boat just for the two of us,” you reply.

“Yup. This isn’t as bad as I thought. I can see everything below us too so no risk of a random shark popping out,” he deadpans.

“Like that would actually happen,” you say while softly hitting his chest.

“You never know,” he says while shaking your shoulder in an attempt to scare you.

You spent a few minutes messing around with each other before the driver came out to tell you that you were heading back to the island. You both got up and sat on the bench, your back pressed into Joe’s chest and stared out into the open waters, taking in the view before it was time to go back. You were mindlessly sliding your hand along Joe’s leg while he had his arms around your waist, gently squeezing your soft skin. Everything about this moment was peaceful. Joe felt at ease for the first time in a long time and he had his favorite person to thank for it.

Once you got back to the house, you both took a nice shared shower before starting your dinner prep. Before arriving at the house yesterday, you had stopped at the local market to pick up some groceries.

“So, what are we making tonight,” Joe asked as he sat down on one of the barstools.

“I was thinking of shrimp-avocado tostadas and some of that wine we picked up yesterday?”

“Sounds delicious,” he said while rubbing his belly.

You let Joe fry the tortillas and make the avocado mixture while you cooked the shrimp and assembled the tostadas. While you were assembling the dish, Joe found a few candles in the cabinet and got an idea. He went outside to the backyard and set up the candles on one of the patio tables, setting the scene for a nice sunset dinner. He picked out a few flowers from the front of the house and put them in a vase to use as a centerpiece. He then poured the wine into 2 glasses, setting one on each side.

You had finished plating the tostadas and didn’t see Joe anywhere. “Joe? Where are you,” you yelled out.

“Out here! Bring the plates outside,” he yelled back.

You were a little confused but went along with it. You walked outside with your dinner and saw Joe setting the table and your heart melted.

“Joe, this is so romantic,” you cooed while putting the plates on the table.

He gave you a warm smile before pulling out one of the chairs for you to sit in. You sat down as he settled into the chair across from you. You both devoured the tostadas while making small talk about your plans for tomorrow. After you finished eating, Joe took the plates and set them inside; he suggested you both finish up your wine on the daybed since you would get a comfier view of the sky.

Later that night, per your suggestion, you and Joe were sitting in the bathtub surrounded by bubbles and a few candles. You felt so relaxed even though you’d only been here for 2 days, and it was all because of Joe.

“I’m glad we finally get to have ‘us’ time,” Joe says while rubbing your thigh under the water. “I missed just being able to sit with you and do nothing. This past month felt so repetitive, I feel like we barely saw each other,”

“Me too. We needed this,” you said as you pressed yourself into his chest a little more. Your back was to his chest and both your legs were tangled under the water. This was your favorite position; the warmth radiating off of his body felt like a big hug.

“Thank you for doing this by the way,” you add.

“Doing what?” He questioned.

“This trip. I needed it more than I thought I did. Getting away from home and the change of environment was much needed. I think if I stayed in Ohio for another day I might have spontaneously exploded,” you joked, causing him to let out a soft chuckle.

“Anytime,” he replied while kissing the nape of your neck.

“Do you feel better?” You asked. “I hope you were able to get your mind off of things. Your stuff was a lot heavier than mine,”

He lets out a content sigh and says, “Actually, yeah I do feel better. I think I just needed to get out of the chaos and get out of my head. This trip has helped me decompress and realize that not everything has to be so stuffy all the time,” Joe says.

“Exactly,” you chirp as you lean your head back to place a kiss on his neck.

“I can’t do anything about what people are saying, they’ll always talk. But what I can do is work hard to get back to where I’m supposed to be. And I won’t be able to get there if I’m constantly pressuring myself,” he says. “Letting loose and having fun is a part of that journey. I need that balance,” he adds.

“And this is a great start,” you say while smiling up at Joe

“Yes it is,” Joe says while pressing another kiss to your forehead.

You both had spent the rest of the night talking about the rest of your exciting activities planned for the final 2 days of the trip. You even talked about a few fun things you could do around Cincinnati when you get back home so that you could keep the work-life balance that you both so desperately needed.

“This impromptu vacation might have been the best idea you’ve had so far,” you tell Joe as you both are about to fall asleep.

“We should get away more often,” Joe grins.

--The End--

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wrasslinwetdreams · 8 months ago

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NSFW Alphabet SHAWN MICHEALS HEADCANONS

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shawn’s a cuddled. He’d never admit that shit out loud but he LOVES to be in your skin after sex. He wants to be under you and babied. Tell anyone and he’d deny it all.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Shawn’s favorite body part of his is his hands. He loves how much bigger they are compared to yours and he loves when you grab his hand when you’re nervous or scared.

His favorite body part of yours is your ass. It doesn’t matter how small it is or how big it is. Shawn is an ass man. He’s always smacking it when you walk down the gorilla with him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Shawn likes to come on you. Specifically on your face and tits. He doesn’t know if it’s some territorial thing or what but he loves to cum in your underwear and make you wear them out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Shawn likes to spit in your mouth. He once was really amped after a match and caught dragged you into his locker room “Open up baby.” You open your mouth and feel his warm spit hit your tongue. “Swallow.” It’s more of a demand than anything.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s extremely experienced he’s older than you and has definitely had a many trips around the sun lol.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Shawn’s favorite position is doggy. He loves hitting it from behind then pulling you up for a sloppy kiss. Sometimes he makes you arch your back more and you can almost feel him In your tummy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Shawn is kinda goofy. More so during foreplay he’ll crack a shitty joke and chuckle in between pecks.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Shawn is decently well groomed. He’s a pretty boy so he keeps up with his appearance. He grows a lot of hair there so he keeps it neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a lot softer during intimacy. He gives you sweet kisses and everything is so much more sensual.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates a lot when you’re not around. He’s crazy about you so he’s not going touch another woman.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Shawn has a brat taming kink. He lowkey loves it when you get an attitude because it gives him an excuse to remind you why you should be a good girl.

He has marking kink. He purposefully puts hickeys in visible spots so he can make sure everyone sees them

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes to pull you into the broom closets backstage and fuck you against the wall “sssh if you get too loud somebody might hear you pretty.” Shawn would cover your mouth as he stroked deeper inside of you with a shit eating grin. He would let you walk out with a panty full of cum to his dressing room.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear skimpy little ring outfits. Honestly he loves when you wear skimpy outfits no matter what. He likes for guys to know they can look but not touch. He likes when you tug on his hair something about just gets him going in all the right places.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He does not do anything to do with pee or poop.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Shawn likes to receive. He likes to see you gagging on his dick with tears running down your face. You’re such a pretty girl choking on him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Shawn rough and slow. He wants you to enjoy every damn moment with him but he just likes it a little rough it general. He can’t help himself. Seeing the way you squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lips as he gives you agonizing slow strokes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Shawn is always up for a quickie even at the most inappropriate of times and you regularly have to tell him no you will not meet him the McDonalds bathroom. As Paul sits obliviously next to you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Shawn is a risk taker he once convinced you to let him fuck with the curtains open in your hotel room. It was thrilling hoping nobody peered up and saw your tits squished against the glass as Shawn took you from behind.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shawn can go two rounds sometimes 3. Mostly two though he has a lot of energy and you’re his favorite stress ball.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He once bought you vibrating panties and made you walk down the gorilla with him. It’s the only toy he uses on you and god does he use it at the most inconvenient times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tease should be his middle fucking name. He’s always placing little kisses on your sweet spot. He’s rubbing your thigh under the table and feeling up your ass while taking pictures with fans.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Shawn’s a vocal boy and you love it. The way he fists your hair as he lets out a throaty groan. How he lets out pretty moan when you suck the tip just right.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He once fucked you in Hunter’s locker room. You wouldn’t call it your finest hour. He thinks fondly on it lol.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Shawn has a pretty dick. It’s pretty thick with one vein going up the under side of it and flushed tip when he’s hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Shawn is always down to fuck. When he hurt his back he almost begged you with puppy dog eyes to ride him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately after. He’s a huge on cuddling even when you whine to try and get up and take a shower he’s not having it. He pulls you close mumbles something about tomorrow and passes out on your stomach.

#shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels #wwf attitude #wwf imagines #wwe imagine #Shawn Michaels imagine #90s Shawn Michaels

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hatsukeii · 6 days ago

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12:51 FM / K. AKAASHI

BROWSE EPISODES HERE

-PROLOGUE: 12:51 AM-

01:43 ━━━━●───── 15:58 ◁ PREVㅤ ❚ ❚ ㅤNEXT ▷ ㅤ

warning(s): use of y/n (format)

wc: ~1.0k

Akaashi: Is this thing...working?

Y/n: Course it is! Hear that? It's whirring, that means something has to be working.

Akaashi: You know what else whirred? My old laptop that blew up in physics last month.

You tap the microphone, and a high pitched ring sounds from the speakers. Akaashi slaps the headphones on, forgetting that they are connected to the two microphones.

Y/n: Ow! What the hell?

Akaashi: You haven't put the windscreen on yet! Mute the mic!

One hand over your left ear, the other hand scrambles for the mute button to stop the ringing, and Akaashi breathes a sigh of relief as the auditory torment comes to an end. You let go of your ear, now shuffling through papers and packaged food for the foam cover that has been buried beneath them. You manage to fish out a ball of tangled cables, the black piece of foam trapped in between. Pulling and threading wires through each other, they loosen enough to release the windscreen from their mess, and you stretch it over the metallic mesh of your microphone.

Y/n: There, is that better? I think it's better.

Akaashi: Much better.

Y/n: It's official, sound engineering is my future calling.

Akaashi: The last time you used my guitar amp, you almost blew up the insides plugging a bass into it. Please stay far away from sound engineering.

Y/n: You're no fun Keiji. Loosen up! Relax!

Akaashi: I'll relax when I walk us out of this studio in one piece. Why is the mic still whirring? I don't like that.

You clear your throat, before snatching a pack of melon bread and ripping open the plastic wrap haphazardly. Crumbs land on the pop filter of your microphone, and Akaashi clicks his tongue, swiping them off gently from beside you. From the recording booth, two bells sound simultaneously- the muffled, distant class bell from the neighbouring high school, and the booming lunch bell of Fukurodani. 12:51 pm.

Y/n: Hello hello to Fukurodani High! God, this is a really weird time to be broadcasting, isn't it? I mean, who starts lunch almost a whole hour after noon? Like, just pick twelve, or like twelve thirty, right? Even twelve fifty would've made more sense. Why twelve fifty-one?

Akaashi: Yeah, but that gives us a killer podcast name, doesn't it? 12:51 AM sounds way better than 12:50 AM.

Y/n: That's- good poi- Keij- input is- crashed?

Akaashi's audio cuts off, popping and crackling through his headphones as you continue to speak. He clicks his tongue, flicking the mic once, twice, and a third time with his finger. When that doesn't work, he cranks the mic clamp, and curses beneath his breath just quietly enough to not be picked up by the microphone. Pushing and twisting it around, he finds the perfect position, just above his head, angled upwards ever so slightly. Yes, he has to crane his neck for the duration of the podcast, and he can already feel the muscles in his shoulders tensing. But he can hear your voice perfectly this way, the silent humming of static buzzing unobtrusively beneath your talking. He's going to feel the strain at volleyball after school, but this is close enough to perfect for the broadcast.

Y/n: Alright, it's registering again.

Akaashi: I give it another five minutes to cut out again.

Y/n: Man, can't the school fund for a better PR system or something? Keiji, remember that one time we had a bomb threat and the announcement wasn't working in our classroom?

Akaashi: Yeah, this might just get us killed one day. To any teachers listening to this, can we please get a PR system upgrade?

Y/n: And that's not even the worst part! We're using AM radio at the moment, but if only we could use FM... not like anyone would notice the difference anyways.

You take a bite of your melon bread, and crumbs fall onto your pop filter again. Akaashi can't help but to swipe them off the foam cover for you, even as you keep talking. The recording booth now smells like metal sound equipment, with an odd hint of artificial melon.

Y/n: Anyways, you are currently tuned in to 12:51 AM radio! We're your hosts, y/n-

Akaashi: And Akaashi. Fukurodani's weird lunch time means that no one else is using the same frequency as we are, so we can actually run this show without any interference. Hooray to that.

You laugh at Akaashi's random spiel, punching his arm. He rubs his bicep, even though you didn't hit him that hard, before realising that his head is off centre from the microphone. He readjusts to his original seating position swiftly.

Y/n: Oh come on Keiji, no one understands enough about radio frequencies to get that! What's important is that we'll be your central student hub for-

Akaashi: I don't think we can call ourselves the student hub, isn't that the wellbeing area upstairs?

Y/n: ...True. Well! The two of us will be your main source of lunch entertainment once a week then! I'm not even too sure what our main topics are gong to be, so I guess stay tuned and be surprised?

Akaashi: I second that sentiment, stay tuned and be surprised everyone, because we'll be surprising ourselves as well. These episodes are available to watch on the school's website, so if you ever feel like going back to an episode again, or there was something you didn't quite catch, you can go back any time for it.

Y/n: Buuuut all you gotta do is show up at school, and you'll get the unedited, unfiltered first edition of each episode! How 'bout that!

Akaashi: Correct. The school is definitely not making sure we endorse good attendance.

Y/n: Don't say that Keiji!

You punch his side this time, and Akaashi snickers at your weak hit, head staying scarily still as he catches your wrist in his grasp while you pull away. You twist your hand from his fist, smacking his hand, before erupting into a fit of giggles. He raises his brow tauntingly, watching you turn back to your microphone from the corner of his eye. You take a deep breath in, and Akaashi doesn't miss the way your fingers grip the edge of the table so hard that they turn pale. You've never been this quiet.

Y/n: Now, without further ado....

He thinks you'll do just fine.

Akaashi: Welcome, to the first edition of 12:51 AM radio.

author's note: do you guys fw the script format? I'll probably be mixing this and full prose between chapters, but I've been really getting into scriptwriting and staging things, but i'm not exactly a filmmaker so scriptwriting is all i can do. take it as dialogue practice i guess. hope you guys enjoyed anyways!

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p.s if you're not in the general taglist, comment/ask for tag if you'd like to be included in the taglist for this series!

#akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi fluff #akaashi angst #haikyuu au #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #hq timeskip #hq akaashi #hq x reader #hq imagines

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soongyeopsal · 1 year ago

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What Goes Up...

Summary: Chan is interested in a new kink and you do your job: support him.

▸ Pairing: Chan/Dino x F!reader

▸ Rating / Genre / AU:18+ / pwp, smut / established relationship If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age in the bio, you will be blocked upon interacting (liking/reblogging) with this post.

▸ Warnings: exhibitionism

▸ Word Count: 1,956

▸ A/N: Had fun doing this for K-Vanity’s Wanderlust Festival! Prompts used: log ride, established relationship, protagonist is a suspect. Fat thank you to @shuadotcom for beta and juicy kithes for @wonwussy, @wooahaeproductions, and @onlymingyus for the endless encouragement while I worked on this. @bitchlessdino and @idyllic-ghost come get ya’ll juice!

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“I think I wanna try exhibitionism?” Chan knows you love him, knows he can trust you with anything.

“Ooh!” you gasp, lips quirking upward with intrigue as you study him on the other end of the couch. “Ok babe, let’s try it sometime.”

For all of his trust, Chan looks surprisingly relieved. “Really?”

“Of course! Just gotta figure out the ‘where’ and the ‘when’.” It’s the beginning of a bad idea.

The ‘where’ is the Amped Up Autumn event at the theme park a few highway exits away. An event that you are “absolutely banned” from, as delivered by ride attendant and fellow high school alumni Boo Seungkwan.

You’re not worried, though, and Chan isn’t either – he has no idea about your storied history of getting into trouble in some way or another at this event for the last several years. He also has no idea why you’ve got both a baseball cap and sunglasses on when it’s overcast, but “fashion” is an acceptable enough answer given that you’re not being suspicious otherwise.

Well, not suspicious at first. The two of you wait to enter the park and pick up maps (he can’t know you’re very familiar with it) without incident. It’s when you get to the petting zoo that he starts questioning things.

You start small, pressing against Chan’s side as he feeds a pony. He welcomes your warmth as always, beaming at you before turning back to the activity. When you both reach the smaller barnyard animals, you make it a point to bend at the waist to pet a sheep, ass kissing his crotch. Chan subtly moves back and though you don’t turn around to watch, you’re sure that he’s sure it was just an accident.

Amped Up Autumn is also home to peacocks, spoiled by and socialized with the endless droves of visitors to the park. When Chan nudges you excitedly as a muster of birds approaches, you make sure that there’s no misconstruing your actions.

“Shoot, I’m out of feed. Do you have any left?” You don’t wait for an answer, helping yourself to Chan’s supply. The paper feed bags are relatively shallow, but you make a show of digging in, forcing your hand roughly so he almost drops it. Chan catches it in time, right when you’ve pushed it near his groin. Your fingers spread and continue searching even though they’re so obviously at the bottom, rubbing greedily at his cock through his joggers.

Chan stiffens at the sensation and you watch, delighted as his expression morphs from surprise to confusion to cautious understanding, lips parting and closing again as his eyebrows pinch together. When you’re sure he’s received the message, you retreat with a fistful of mixed grains, making a show of feeding the peacocks. To passerby, you’re just an overenthusiastic attendee, but to Chan, you’re a flashing neon light that says ‘trouble’.

It’s almost comically convenient that Chan’s never been on Sawyer’s Mill, the park’s log flume ride. Even if he had, you would have insisted that you board it today. Thankfully, it takes next to no convincing to get him to join you in line; the thought of just sitting down for a few minutes is appealing enough on its own. You waste no time cozying up to Chan again, pushing your chest into his almost wantonly when you pull him in for a hug while you wait.

He knows you’re teasing by now, but lacks the willpower to stop it. You’re cute and you smell nice and it’s not like he can deny that your tits don’t feel good smushed up against him. The best he can manage is to nervously peek at the other attendees as you slowly snake through the line. You and Chan are one of many touchy couples here, so nobody seems to notice or, if they do, care.

Chan thanks the universe that that’s the case when you stand just ahead of him, hand at your side perfectly level with the seat of his pants. Your pinky keeps rubbing at him through the fabric, coaxing a chub that he can only hide by moving closer to you so your form can shield him from prying eyes.

Is this the longest line at the park or is Chan in purgatory? He’s not sure, but the way you keep prodding is making him desperate to get out of sight so he can just cum already and get back to what was supposed to be a very normal date. Clearly, that’s what you want too since you won’t leave him alone.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?”

You’re almost to the front of the line now and there’s a staffer on guard to make sure that nobody cuts at the last minute. His nametag reads “Seungkwan”. Seungkwan seems laser-focused on you and Chan so the question must be for you, but you just push up your glasses and turn around to scan the lane behind you. “Huh? Who?”

Chan follows your gaze, but is met with park-goers just as confused as you seem to be.

“You!” Seungkwan says, starting to point at you before quickly retracting his finger when his customer service training kicks in fully. He settles for vaguely gesturing at the two of you. “Would you mind taking off your glasses, please?” he asks curtly.

“Next two!”

Another attendant calls your party forward and you grab Chan’s hand to dart away and get into the car (...log?) that awaits you. Just as you leave Seungkwan’s line of sight, Chan spies him muttering something into a walkie talkie.

The ride attendant at the cars is much less interested in you – which is good (?) Chan guesses. “Bags on the floor, hands in at all times, jiggle the safety for me,” they sigh, rehearsed and apathetic as they lower the safety bar onto your laps. You rattle the bar excitedly before squeezing Chan’s knee and the attendant finds this sufficient enough, sending you off with a flat, “Enjoy.” Just as the car jolts into motion, they add, “Oh yeah, hats off. Enjoy.”

For the first time all day, you remove your cap and toss it to the floor of the car, exhaling with relief. The car begins its slow, steep ascent and Chan has a lot of questions now. “Babe, is there something you’re not telling me?”

“What do you mean?” You place your hand back on his knee and start rubbing, batting your eyelashes behind your dark lenses. “Are you not having fun?”

Chan tries to shift in his seat, but the safety bar cements him in place. It’s chilly here, between the fall air and shallow water sloshing around you, but he’s a bit warm now. “No, I’m having fun! Just–” your hand creeps up further, skipping over the bar to land limply on his dick. He lets out a shaky breath. “Seems like you had a…plan? For today?”

“Hmm, maybe, maybe not.” Your shit-eating grin clarifies further (as if it’s even necessary at this point).

“Are you sure about this?”

You rest your palm on his crotch, flat and firm. “I am. Are you?”

“I-I’m not sure.”

“Tell me to stop.” It’s not a threat or an order, just a reminder of what you’ve agreed to in conversations past. Experimentation is on the table until somebody calls it off.

Chan does nothing of the sort, instead whimpering and looking away as you continue to toy with him over his pants. You can’t hear him over the noise of the ride, but his refusal to look at you anymore provides plenty of satisfaction and confirmation that you should keep going.

You finally reach the top of the mountain, creeping into a cave that serves as a pit stop before the big fall. The darkride section of Sawyer’s Mill has seen better days, but the animatronic mountain lion that slides from the corner and roars through the speakers is sudden enough to give most newcomers a scare. Chan would have dove to certain doom if not for the bar and your now blatant grip on his cock. It jumps, just a little, in your hand and you’re certain that it’s not from the fear.

Chan slumps in his seat, rattled and frustrated. You don’t need to hear him to know; his cock is full and straining against the fabric. You lean over, breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “Is this enough exposure for you? Can you get off like this?”

He doesn’t answer, just throws his head back in defeat as you slide past the waistband of his joggers and grasp his dick through the slit of his boxers.

“We’ve only got a minute or two, so I sure hope you can,” you singsong, pumping his cock hard and erratic, the way you know he likes it when he just wants to cross the finish line. Watching Chan like this, struggling against the safety bar to hump and screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget he’s coming undone publicly, has you soaked through your panties. If you thought you could get away with it, you’d find a way to sneak back in here after hours so Chan could fuck you next to the mountain lion. But alas, this is an occasion to just enjoy the delectable view and the warm precum that’s lubing up your hand as you yank Chan closer to the edge.

Chan is so close; you can tell by the conspicuously audible groan he lets out and the way his heartbeat pounds through him and directly into your palm. He opens his mouth and his eyes roll back and he’s right there–

And then you freeze. Chan whines and refocuses, only to immediately squint as the glaring yellow circle of a flashlight assaults his eyes. He tries to shield himself, arm extending over his face as the light finally moves. Then, he sees it. Another attendee, nametagged “Minghao”, is pointing the light on his tented pants and shaking his head vigorously as he frowns. He doesn’t say anything – he just continues to glower disapprovingly – and that only makes it worse as the beam follows the two of you shamefully through the last ten or so feet of the cave.

Mortifyingly, you don’t flinch at being discovered. Instead, you get back to work and wave at Minghao with your free hand as if this were a routine predicament. Chan moans your name plaintively, but you just lean in again, this time making sure that your lips brush his ear when you speak. “What’s the matter, Chan? Gonna cum?”

You glide your palm down his shaft one last time and tug on the way back up, thumb pressing into the sensitive head. And that’s all it takes. The car sputters as it accelerates and you begin your rapid descent down the slide, water crashing into the car with a force only rivaled by his climax. Chan sees white and feels his stomach rise up to his chest, though he’s honestly not sure if that’s from the ride or your ministrations.

It’s not until you jostle him that he even realizes you’ve reached the bottom and the ride is over. He stumbles from the car, dazed and silent. You’re both soaked through and Chan really hates the sensation of wet clothes on his skin, but the endorphins of afterglow overtake anything else he should be feeling right now.

“Good thing we’re all wet or else someone might notice you had a really good time!” you joke as you lead him through the ride’s exit lane, waltzing along as if you hadn’t just jerked his soul straight from his dick only moments ago.

Despite your nonchalance, Chan spies how quickly you put your cap back on and pull down the brim when you pass the exit gate and the attendee guarding it. As you pass by, Chan notices in his peripheral that it’s Seungkwan again. He doesn’t say a word, but Chan can feel the man’s eyeballs burning a hole in your retreating backs. Among the ambient park noise of Amped Up Autumn, he hears a voice through Seungkwan’s walkie talkie.

“...so gross!”

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months ago

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Cult of the lamb masterlist

Originally I was going to wait until I got all 4 bishops to make this but guys the brainrot is so.. bad.. I'll be sure to edit the opening section once I do get them all though!

That said! Welcome to the COTL Masterlist! Be sure to read the rules in my pinned before requesting! Please send requests to the inbox only!

As of 6/10/24, I only have lamb and the bishops listed however if you want an NPC feel free to ask! AS OF 11/1/24 THIS MASTERLIST IS COMPLETE! RETURN TO THE MASTERPOST FOR VOLUME 2!

LAMBERT

having a soft spot for follower!reader

Comforting the lamb after a nightmare

making them a flower crown

x baby lamb reader platonic hcs

pampering them for a day

saving the reader from being sacrificed

x lamb reader

x isabelle!reader

x guard dog!reader

telling the lamb you have a crush on the bishops

x fran bow reader

flufftober day 29 vacation

NARINDER

follower!reader giving follower!narinder pets and cuddles

sick!follower narinder x follower!reader

♥ y z (fluff alphabet)

m o d w/ narinder (fluff alphabet)

m h g (angst alphabet)

x swan!reader

e j l (angst alphabet)

giving him a gift

flufftober day 12 cooking together

LESHY

Follower!leshy x follower!gardener!reader

X reader who smells nice

W E V (fluff alphabet)

Random thing #15/Holding your face 2: the squeakquel

mutual pining

j c y (fluff alphabet)

x reader who is like sozo

HEKET

crushing on the reader

Y N C (fluff alphabet)

x picky eater reader

k x e (fluff alphabet)

x sweet and soft spoken reader

x overworked and tired reader

x gourmet chef!reader

KALLAMAR

x seamstress cat reader who likes to gossip

x artist reader

f k p (fluff alphabet)

x reader who makes jewelry

Random thing #17/obsessed

Random thing #18/coward

v w j (fluff alphabet)

Random thing #19/earrings

Random thing #20/beauty

x winslow leach!reader

x beef!reader (phantom of the paradise)

flufftober day 18 protecting

SHAMURA

helping them with headaches

Random thing #14/holding your face

♥ y z (fluff alphabet)

talking to them about your interests

Random thing #16/keeping logs

r g w (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 17 massage

Random thing #21/warmth

x nonbinary reader who is scared of spiders

HELOB

b j l (fluff alphabet)

v w u (fluff alphabet)

SOZO/SOZONIUS

general sozo x reader hcs

BAAL

petting hcs

AYM

flufftober day 23, pillow fight

CLAUNECK

C F O (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 26 drunken confession

KUDAAI

CHEMACH

JALALA

crushing on the reader

MULTI

follower!bishops x new follower!reckless adventurer!reader

Calling the bishops pretty

one bed trope w/ the bishops

bishops x male golden retriever reader

platonic bishops x kid reader

bishops x baker!reader

giving the bishops flowers

lambert and shamura x winslow leach!reader

kissing baal aym and narinder for the first time

baal and aym x new follower!clumsy!reader

kissing the bishops hands

kallamar and shamura x sick!reader who returns after being MIA

taking leshy and heket back to their old domains

baal aym and kallamar x reader who cant cook

leshy and heket x cursed reader

kallamar shamura and narinder x cursed reader

parent!bishops x child!reader

bishops x reader who wants to sacrifice themselves for a ritual

heket and shamura saving the reader from getting sacrificed by their own cult members

leshy and narinder x reader who loves their plants

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 5 months ago

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Chapter 8

Summary: The team heads in to deal with the Wolf, things don't go as planned

Warnings/tags: Minors DNI - swearing, smoking, character with trauma, British slang, military inaccuracies, established relationship

*some dialog from the game used in this chapter*

A/N: dialog written in bold italics is in Arabic

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)

Word count: 4.7 K

[AO3]

October 29, 2019 22:20 - The Wolf’s Den, Takkari, Urzikstan

Fuck, she could go for a fag right now.

The thought circled Rory’s brain like a buzzard. Something to steady the nerves, to quiet the shaking in her hand.

The closer they got to the target the more the uneasy tension built in her shoulders. The instinctive squeeze of the muscles and tendons that warned her she was stepping foot into the territory of another predator. Sharp teeth and claws ready to clamp down on them and tear, acting without mercy.

Boots tapped rhythmically on the cold metal floor below her, the beating of the helicopter blades a steady hum like the droning of a backing synthesizer, dulling out the music that played in her ears as they flew in on approach to the Wolf’s Den. Trying her hardest to focus on the lyrics, hands patting her knees to the beat, she hummed just loud enough to drown out her thoughts.

Garrick's attention fleetingly landed on her from time to time, shaking his head with a quiet laugh when he recognized the tune. He was lucky he wasn't having to deal with her singing in the shower – that was a torture only John had to deal with, and he had since learned to keep a spare set of earplugs with him before she tried her hand at the falsetto portions of a Queen harmony.

Glancing over at Price’s new recruit sat hunched over beside her, quiet, she had to admit she was the tiniest bit surprised. Most soldiers she knew tended to amp themselves up before going into a firefight, readying themselves for the heat of battle. Listening to music, putting themselves on high alert, increasing the adrenaline coursing through their veins if only to ignore the fear that simmered in the pit of them. Life or death biding its time, just moments away, the relative state of calm they rode in on quickly fading into the past. “Are you always this quiet flying into enemy territory, Sergeant?” She asked, pulling out her headphones and leaning over towards him, raising her voice just above the din. “Only my second time, to be fair.” She hummed. “Good point. It gets easier. Survive a few more of these and rather than sitting in silence you’ll start filling the void.” Shifting, she adjusted and re-checked her tac gear. Taking her meditative inventory of supplies in her vest as her hands brushed over each pocket. “Most soldiers have a playlist. Doesn’t really matter what it is that’s playing as long as it gets you in the right headspace – I know of at least one bloke who listens to classical before heading in.” “Really? And what about you, ma’am?”

Giving him the side-eye, her brow furrowed. “I was serious about that earlier, you know? You really don’t have to call me that, Sergeant.” “What should I call you then?” Flashing her a charming half-grin, the little scar on his cheek flexed, and she couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Sinclair. Hell, Rory’s even better.” She sighed and sat back in her seat, turning her head to look at him. “Listen, apologies for coming off as a right bint before, that wasn’t on.” Rubbing at the back of her neck, she continued, “You didn't deserve that. Consider it… personal bias. Or better yet, me being an absolute cunt – something that I generally try to be above, but alas, I am only human.” She paused for a beat, looking him over once more. “You seem like quite a nice chap actually.” Kyle gave her a tight lipped little grin. “Ta.”

Nodding in acknowledgement, she changed the subject by returning to the initial discussion topic. “As for my taste in music, I’m an 80’s New Wave girl. Blondie, New Order, Depeche Mode – that sort of thing. A rarity, apparently. Most tend to stick with the heavy metal.”

Rolling her eyes, she thought of the countless times she’d had to listen to John’s music – ever the product of his generation – if it wasn’t Metallica and Motorhead, then it was nu metal classics like Slipknot. It was one of the many things her and Price had learned to agree to disagree over in their relationship.

“It’s all about the rituals though, innit?”

“A soldier is nothing without their superstitions, I’ll give you that.”

“Sort of like the Captain and his mid flight cigar?” He gave her a quiet little smirk, just enough of one to let her know it was a lighthearted jab. Oh, she was starting to like this one.

“Ah, so he didn’t spare you from that habit of his, eh? He’s a bloody chimney and I’m no better, I just don’t tend to light up in enclosed spaces like he does,” she snickered. “He’s used to having people not call him out for it either.” Dark eyes landed on her in a moment of quietude as her laugh petered out. “How long have you known the Captain?” She’d always had a sixth sense for when someone was as perceptive as she was and the shield would raise, guarding herself – and in this case, John as well. “Two years now. Worked a mission together.”

“And now you two are…?” He asked with a little lift of his brow.

The poker face, the unreadable stare that gave nothing away, the one she’d perfected in the company of the Captain, settled on her features. “Armed compatriots.”

“But you’re close, yeah?”

Rory paused, tipping her head to the side. The eyes that could read a man clicking into focus like the shutter on a camera. “What are you digging for, Garrick?” She asked with an easy smirk, maintaining a relaxed atmosphere.

“Nothing. Just curious is all,” he replied with a shrug.

“You know you'd make a good interrogator. We share the same trait of having a face and an air about us that puts others at ease, lets people open up quicker – unless they're trained not to,” she said with a sideways glance, a bit of a warning in her look. “As much as I can appreciate John's brand of intimidation, it doesn't always have the desired effect in every situation. Sometimes, you need a softer touch. You'll likely come in handy to him when it comes to that, same way I do.”

“Cheers.”

“We’re in the AO,” the pilot’s voice crackled over their headsets, “Lights out.”

With a nod, she gives him a pat on the shoulder. “Game face on now, Sergeant. Price’ll give us a proper bollocking if he thinks we’re having too much fun on the flight in.”

“Let’s nail this bastard.” A rapid descent of three helicopters filled the air with the thunderous hum of rotors and blades slicing through the night, attacking raptors in formation swooping in low.

Off like a shot the moment feet hit the ground, night vision on, traveling in the darkened haze awash with a spectrum of green, a horde of soldiers headed straight for the main building where the targets were meant to be held. Kicking in doors, stomping boots entered the premises and began to clear the structure room by room, careful as they climbed each narrow set of stairs. Threats hid behind closed doors and around corners, firing freely, while other rooms held women and children, innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire. Guilt by association, but not out for blood – the very real reminder that Al-Qatala preyed on those who had something to lose or had already lost it in the ongoing conflicts that affected Urzikstan.

In a blitz of bullets and bodies, the bounty on the Wolf’s head went unclaimed. A dry hole.

Rory sighed as the radio chatter came through from Garrick upstairs, her gun pointed at a woman’s back. Shifting the rifle in her hands, she bit her lip, waiting for the ‘all clear’ and the lights to come on once more. The unknowns would be collected and questioned, and that’s when the kind face of the ‘Lamb’ amongst the war dogs would be brought out.

In a small room on the first floor of the building, women and children were led to be held in one area, controlled by and kept under the watchful eye of the invading force.

The huddled masses stared up at Rory as she entered the room under the guard of another soldier and her gut twisted. A dozen sets of eyes seemed to track her every step forward and her heart started to pump faster, squeezing from behind her ribcage like being crushed by a fist. She swallowed the stress response down as the tremors started to wriggle through her fingers and along the joints of her knuckles. Fucking hell. The sight of people penned together was enough to bring back the awful memories that lived in the back of her head – mothers cradling their crying children in their arms, innocence turned into a weapon.

Her eyes fluttered shut for just a moment as she breathed through the sudden anxious twitches that traveled up her spine. Mothers and children… the way they had looked at her like some sort of hero back then, at least these ones saw her for what she was. There was no liberation involved here.

“What’s happening?” A strained voice cried out as she wrapped her body around a young boy quivering in her arms, a frightened bird desperate to escape.

Rory’s eyes lifted, dragged back into the present. Conversing in Arabic like it was her first language. “I apologize for the intrusion into your home, for the shock and the noise.” She dreaded the next choice of words to come out of her mouth. “I’m sorry for your losses.” She meant it, she truly did. Taking the lives of fathers and husbands never sat easy on her shoulders, even if they were terrorists. It was a burden she had learned to bear. What made the job harder was witnessing the personal cost left to face the repercussions of retaliation.

“We’re looking for the Wolf.”

The eyes of the women fell. It was clear their loyalty never stood with the leader, they were there for the men Rory and her allies had just ripped holes through with their weapons, the blood of those that stained the floor, enemy combatants.

“Do you plan to kill him?”

Rory nodded her head solemnly. “I promise no harm will come to any of you or your children. We only ask for any assistance you can provide us in tracking him down.” She held her hands up to show that she was unarmed and reached into her vest, pulling out a chocolate bar from inside one of the pockets. It wasn’t much as far as an olive branch, but a little sugar as a pick me up could mend a child’s fear somewhat at the very least, though it would never remove the memory. Unwrapping it, she passed it to the children to portion amongst themselves. “Where is he?” The women shared looks amongst each other, deciding as a group if they could trust this outsider who had just helped storm the compound they called home. “The quicker you can tell me, the quicker we’ll leave. We won’t obstruct you any further. We just want Omar Sulaman.”

Another woman with two children tucked under her arms, quieted by the chocolate they chewed on, finally muttered, “Teahouse. Underground. There are tunnels.”

“Teahouse,” Rory echoed. “Thank you.”

Leaving the room, she headed out into the hallway, watching as soldiers marched between rooms collecting intel and records, tossing duffel bags filled to the brim with it out from the adjoining rooms. “Managed to get somethin’ from ‘em?” Price asked, his rumbling voice carrying towards her as he marched down the hall with Garrick at his back.

The steady, sturdy thumps of heavy boots and gear bearing down on old wood floors reverberated towards her, pulling her out from the lingering dark thoughts that started to swirl inside her head like ink, thick and obscuring. Her hand tightened into a fist, hiding the trembling of fingers as she rubbed at the lines between her brows and nodded. “Yeah. Teahouse. There’s an underground network of tunnels.”

Price pressed his hand to her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as he lowered his voice, “Alright?” His probing stare far too observant not to notice the tremor that shook through her.

“Yes, Captain,” she stated with nonchalance, covering for the crack in the foundation. “Nothing a fag won’t fix.” A quick, forced smile graced her features, maintaining the image of a CO and a sergeant.

His brows knit together for the briefest of moments, nearly imperceptible, easily brushed off as nothing more than a twitch. He knew she was lying, she could see it on his face. Slipping his hand from her, he gave her upper arm a short pat, and her jaw clenched in response.

“Right, I want you to stay here. Focus on the intel,” Price ordered, “Garrick, teahouse, on me.” Giving her the way out, keeping her safe – it had always been John’s way, he couldn’t help himself from day one when it came to her. She had learned to forgive him for that, even when it made her feel bloody useless. In this case, she knew it was the right thing to do, burying her head in information and data retrieval, words and numbers, rather than violence and triggers. She watched them head out with a glance from over her shoulder. Stretching out the muscles in her back and neck, raised hackles finally being given their chance to calm, focused on the things within her control.

Grabbing an empty bag, she made her way down the hall into a room not yet scoured and started going through drawers and cabinets looking for intel. Enough concentration and slow, focused breaths later and she found the shaking in her hand started to subside. Distance and time between the trauma had allowed her to learn to cope with it better than she had previously. It was short lived however, as moments later the ground shook and the boom of an explosion immediately stole her attention.

Rory’s hand flew to the radio on her vest, pressing the PTT button. “Bravo 0-6, do you read? Come in.”

Chest constricting, sweat glistened on her brow, her heart racing until he finally answered. “Vest in the tunnels. Farah and Alex are cut off, no injuries.” Sighing a breath of relief, she returned the call. “Copy.”

“Garrick and I are looking for the nearest exit point. Out.”

Her heart rate slowed hearing his voice, a relative sense of calm filling her once more. She was on edge, nerves frazzled, signs of stress were catching up to her. “Come on Rory, not right now. Not like this,” she muttered under her breath.

For two and a half years she’d been living like this, waiting for the when and the if of her next trigger. She rubbed her hands down her face, mimicking the motions of washing the frustration away before returning to the task at hand.

The site in the Arqus Mountains became more like an ant colony in the summer heat once Alex and Farah climbed free from the tunnels. Figures dressed in black tac scurrying to collect intel below, and dragging out the dead monarch. The Wolf had been killed by a single shot to the head by Keller. A threat deposed, only to be replaced with another, and so the cycle continued.

Rory stood off to the side watching the corpse get carried out, slipped into a body bag and zipped up tight. It was an end to one story, but it was no final conclusion, there never really seemed to be one of those in this war. There would always be new soldiers, new martyrs, another reason for people to pledge allegiance.

She rolled her lighter in between her hands, focusing on the cool metal against her skin, the smooth texture of it, and the way it slowly warmed from her body heat as she looked up at the night sky in shades of indigo and navy, speckled by the twinkling lights of stars.

Finishing his follow up with the rest of Bravo team, Price walked over, unstrapping his helmet and removing it from his head. Brushing a gloved hand through his hair matted with sweat as he stood beside her. “You alright?” His husked whisper letting her know this was John now and not the Captain speaking.

Staying quiet, she nodded her head but said nothing more. He worked his jaw, pursing his mouth. “Flashbacks?”

She sighed, then hummed in agreement. “For the rest of my life.” Her hands stilled, the lighter slipped back into the pocket of her vest. “But, at least Sulaman’s dealt with.”

“Now it’s just Hadir and the gas.”

Out there in the expanse of desert, above any of the small villages below in the mountain’s crags, the sky seemed to be limitless. Stars she never saw back home, galaxies on show, spread out unswallowed by the haze of light.

“If it’s not one thing, it’s another.” Nudging him with her elbow, Rory continued to wear her brave face. “Go on, sir. I’ll be okay.” “Sir?” His brows raised, etching lines into his forehead as he stared down at her, lowering his head to press his chin to his chest.

A quiet chuckle bubbled up from her. “We’re still at work.”

“When we’re back to base and there’s downtime, we’ll talk about it, yeah?” His eyes not set on her, instead gazing out into the distance over her head, focused on the other bodies that meandered around the site, keeping the secret he had with her safe.

Rory couldn’t help but roll her eyes. He cared too much about her sometimes, making it his personal mission to see her through her troubles. “You mustn’t be so preoccupied with me,” she said, giving him a sideways glance. “You have a mission to lead and I can take care of myself.”

His hand sought hers out, far enough away from everyone else, no one could see how his grip encompassed her hand in his perfectly, their fingers intertwined. “I’ll choose where my attention goes and when I see fit,” he gruffed. “You gonna promise to get some sleep?”

Her head cocked to the side, debating the option. “We’ll see. If not, suppose we can share an elongated smoke break together.”

A half grin started to curl at the corner of his mouth, a dimple in his cheek just visible under the scruff. “Look forward to it,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze.

October 30, 2019 7:09 - US Army base, Urzikstan

There would be no rest for the weary however, only more bureaucratic bullshit.

The Wolf’s body had barely been put on ice before those at the top thought they understood the food chain better than the boots on the ground. Hadir was a confirmed terrorist – by his sister, Russia, and the nation he had once been an asset to. Party and family lines were blurred and crossed, loyalties questioned. Arriving back at base only to discover that the ULF had been branded a terrorist organization by the very nation that had allied with them against AQ. “They’re our allies,” Keller debated, aghast with the system he was a part of.

The tiring charade of being told who was their friend and who was their enemy weighed heavy on everyone in the room. The tension within was as tight as razor wire, one quick pluck and it could slice clean through everything. Despite all their hard work dealing with the Wolf, it was all for naught. Urzikstan’s chance for hope had been deemed equal to the force Farah had been fighting against for years.

“Yeah. Not anymore.” The smug face of Norris clearly enjoying the power trip he was swaddled in made Rory want to snap, barely able to hold onto the leash of the snarling dog that was the Captain at her side. “You keep your muppets on a short string, Colonel.” Price, as always, was quick to threaten when the safety of one of his own was in danger. The natural inclination to protect, to stare down the bully was something innate in him. It never mattered if the individual was a violent criminal or a superior officer, he was never one to stand down.

“Or what?” Norris sneered.

“Or I’ll fuckin’ hang you from it,” Price snarled, pushing forward to get into the American’s face only to have a hand snap around his wrist to hold him back.

The sniper’s quick reflexes caught him in time, keeping him steady. “John,” Rory’s growled whisper reminding him to heel. He glanced back at her for just a moment with a furrowed brow to meet her own, his jaw clenched tight before turning back to the Colonel, giving him a terse nod of his head to direct the man out of the tent.

“Kate, these people need our support.” “Surely there’s been some major oversight here, Kate. This is bloody ridiculous,” Rory added.

“There’s nothing else we can do.”

“We’re really turning our backs on a whole host of people? This is –”

Her thoughts were cut short by the heavy hand that came to rest on her shoulder, squeezing at the muscle, the scent of cigar smoke clinging to it. “Leave it be,” Price’s voice rumbled in her ear as he herded her back into line, keeping her from speaking out of turn. The debate might have been over, lost without ever knowing the fight was going to happen in the first place, but she also knew well enough that John would never let something like this happen without a backup plan, a way to resolve the situation even if it wasn’t through proper channels.

His hand moved to squeeze the back of her neck, the same way he had all those years ago in the safehouse. Words not needing to be spoken between them. Trust. Rory sighed, closing her eyes as she heard the final verdict come from Alex. He was leaving, turning his back on everything he knew with honor to join Farah and her forces. She had been right about him from the start, he really was one of the last good ones. Better than her or any of the others who still followed the line and the letter.

With Alex and Farah gone, having to remove themselves from the base considering they were deemed a traitor and a terrorist leader, morale was at an all time low.

Garrick sat at one of the benches in the smoking section, kicking at the dirt as he lit his cigarette, boot dragging through the sand. He barely lifted his head as Rory took a seat beside him, finally getting to partake in her much needed shot of nicotine after hours fueled with stress. Silence hung between them. There was nothing to be said. Both of them felt let down by the system they were a part of.

“I don’t know why I thought things would be any different. It never is. Bloody red tape and fucking hoops to jump through, and for what? Never solves anything.”

She nodded her head, the flame of her lighter burning the end of her cigarette as it bounced between her lips. “Law and order – not much use for it when only those being controlled actually follow it. It’s one thing my father and I always disagree on. He still believes in blind justice, innocent until proven guilty.” She took another drag before blowing out a long stream of smoke. “He’s a barrister after all, so I suppose it’s only right that he thinks that way. But, out here? Not much place for it. All too often civility simply… gets in the way. Out here, it’s the rules of the jungle, and most are far too willing to throw others under the bus to rise to the top.”

Kyle’s hands slid up and down his thighs, the cigarette drooping from the corner of his mouth before he snatched it away to talk. “I joined this mission ‘cause I didn’t want to be tied down to all the rules, but it's not any bloody better. Same bullshit, different people in charge.”

Rory scoffed. “You’ll soon learn all that passion tends to do little to stoke the coals of the superiors. More often than not, they’re in it for the easy win, not what’s proper in the long run. That’s why things go off the books sometimes. Try not to let it break you too much.” She sighed, tapping the ashes off her cigarette onto the ground between her boots before taking another drag from her cigarette. “If I know John – and I do – it won’t be too much longer before he gets tired of sitting on his hands either. Meanwhile, you and I are left to stew on what that means for us.” “Care to make a prediction?”

“Russia. Barkov. Hadir has an axe to grind. Urzikstan’s history for the last twenty years has been rampant with bloodshed. Genocide. The treatment the people have lived under – It’s fucking horrific, and the world barely talks about it. It stopped being interesting to the masses three years in.” She shook her head, huffing out a sigh. “The Russians had men, women and children locked up in prisons, and the rest of the world?” She shrugged, the cigarette slipped between her lips, mumbling around it. “Simply forgot. So yeah, Hadir has every right to be angry, except he’s gone and made a piss poor decision that benefits no one.” Inhaling the smoke, she tilted her head back and blew the stream upwards before tossing her half burned cigarette on the ground and crushing it with her boot to put it out. “Anyway.” She patted her thighs and stood up. “Enjoy the fag, I’m going to go clean my gun. A girl’s only as good as her weapons after all.” She gave Kyle a friendly salute before heading towards her tent, planning to field strip her weapons. Inside the safety of the sturdy canvas structure, standing at a table, Rory began the process of sliding apart each section of her gun and wiping them down, cleaning it of debris and oiling where necessary. It was relaxing, calming, a process she knew forwards and backwards. A sense of peace in making sure her weapons were at their best, doing everything on her part to make sure they’d never fail. Headphones in, “Cities in Dust” by Siouxsie and the Banshees played in her ears as her foot tapped out the rhythm in time with the music, her hands deft with practiced movements. Boots crunched through the sand behind her, circling the table. Her eyes lifted to meet blue ones looking back at her. Pulling the headphones out, Rory draped the wire around the back of her neck.

“Alright?”

Price offered no real answer. His jaw held stiff, face stern. “Get packed.”

“Where’re we headed?”

“Russia. Kate’s getting us in. After that, it’s up to us. Going in off the books. Black.” Rory sighed, running a cloth along the barrel of her rifle. “I figured as much. Don’t make things half easy for me, do you?”

“When ‘ave you ever done that f’me?” A grin curled at his lips, the gruff exterior breaking for just a moment, only to return twice as hardy.

“So we fuck off to Russia and leave Farah and Alex utterly buggered out here and seen as the enemy?” Rory placed the parts of her gun down on the table, resting her hands on the edge, gripping it tight with frustration. “Christ almighty, John.”

“It’s not perfect, but we’re fixin’ things, yeah? Hadir’s got a lot t’answer for. And if he's thinking’ he's gettin’ away with a revenge plot, he's got another thing comin’. I'd rather it was us that reminded him of that, not Barkov.”

She nodded. “And I assume since we'll be in the motherland, Nik'll be joining us?”

Nikolai was a bit of a suspect individual, but Price trusted him. He was loyal, at the very least, even if his contacts were shady.

He responded with a curt nod.

A smirk spread across her lips at the news. “Always enjoy seeing a friendly face.”

“You've got an hour. Going in wearing civvies.” He patted the tabletop with his hand before leaving her to finish her duties and gear up.

“Yes, sir.”

#call of duty #cod fanfic #cod modern warfare #john price #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #oc: rory sinclair #john price x oc #skelly writes #fic: evening of score #chapter 8

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magicshopaholic · 10 months ago

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Flipped (Jimin x OC)

Summary: Jimin meets his childhood love in his childhood hometown.

Pairing: Jimin x OC

Genre: Exes; humour, banter, flirting, fluff

Word count: 2.1 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: none

A/N: I may as well have denounced editing. Still, I've been looking forward to this little drabble for a good while now, so here it is. Since it's a drabble, it can be read standalone. Set about three months after Near Misses and a couple of weeks after Helping Hands.

This contains a little detail from a super popular movie that I watched on a flight after forever so kudos to anyone who can identify it :)

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @jiminjhang purpleseoul7 @sumzysworld

Listen to: "heart“ by stars

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The moment Jimin knew that he was in it, bad, was when he first saw Kim Sooah at a volleyball match.

It was against a neighbouring school and while the girls’ matches rarely pulled in the crowd that the boys’ matches did, somehow, the crowd was almost as large that day. Jimin attributed it to the fact that Sooah was playing; it was, after all, the only reason he was here.

That, and the fact that Taehyung had dragged him along. Although Jimin would never admit it to him, he was glad he came, for the atmosphere was incredible. There was at least a hundred people there, from several schools in the district, cheering and hooting with tiny bottles of water in their hands.

“Imagine if we get even half this crowd when we debut,” muttered Taehyung to him in a low voice. Despite the sardonic tone, Jimin could detect the longing in his statement.

His focus reverted to Sooah fairly quickly, however. The match was midway, as far as he could tell, and the girls on both teams were amped up and energetic and sweaty. Jimin didn’t even know which team was winning; all he could tell was that Sooah looked serious and in concentration as her team gathered before a serve, discussing something and pointing vaguely at each other.

Her hair was in a ponytail at the top of her head, the ends damp and sticking to the back of her neck. Jimin watched in awe and something else as she brushed it away absently, exposing the glowing skin and making his cheeks heat up. Her legs were lean and toned under her shorts as she jogged on the spot, but when his gaze moved up to her face, he frowned.

Was she crying? It was a hot day, but her nose was red. Even from this distance, it was unmistakable, the redness at the tip and the sniff that followed it. But her eyes seemed dry… Jimin watched in confusion as she sneezed and one of her team members snickered and patted her shoulder comfortingly, while Sooah rolled her eyes but smiled back, tapping her nose with a cupped hand.

It happened one more time - the sneeze, the sniff, the tapping of her nose which seemed to be a habit she wasn’t even aware of – before Jimin realised what it was. It was allergies. Kim Sooah - perfect, popular, dream girl Kim Sooah - had allergies. To what, he did not know, but he could recognise the signs and moreover, could feel his chest fill up with a warm admiration and amusement that despite being a bit of a hot mess, she’d not only shown up to play but was visibly enthusiastic and focused on the game.

The team dispersed and got into their positions, Sooah somewhere on the side as her teammate got ready to serve. Just before play resumed, Sooah sneezed again.

And Jimin’s heart flipped.

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The sky is still light when the sun disappears over the horizon, across Sooah’s parents’ house. She snaps a picture that does the sight no justice and stretches her legs where she’s sitting on the pavement in front of the house. The street is quiet and empty, which is why even the slightest movement causes her to look up.

“Tell me it’s a coincidence that you’re in Busan the same weekend you knew I’d be here.” Jimin raises his eyebrows as he approaches her, a smug hint of a smile on his face.

His hair is a gorgeous silvery blond for the upcoming Europe leg of his tour. He’d sent her a picture of it while the stylist was still colouring it, and Sooah had spent the rest of the night wondering if it would feel like silk.

“Tell me it’s a coincidence that you’re on this street when your parents’ house is two blocks away.”

He smiles sheepishly and sits next to her, smelling clean and light and floral. “Totally a coincidence.”

“Same here.” She nudges his shoulder with hers. “How’s tour going?”

“You aren’t keeping up on social media?” He feigns shock. “I’m hurt, Sooah.”

“I have a job now. I can’t remain a teenage fangirl forever.” But she gives him a playful smile along with it, which he returns.

“So this is where you lived before Seoul, huh,” he remarks after a few moments. “One of my childhood friends used to live right down this street, somewhere at the end.”

“We might have crossed paths, too,” she offers.

“Nah, I would remember.” He plays absently with the loose laces of her shoe. “But I’m glad you moved to Seoul when you did.”

“I’m glad you did, too.” Sooah feels her stomach flutter slightly at the memory. “I wish you’d introduced yourself sooner.”

“We were in the same class, Kim Sooah,” he points out. “You could have noticed sooner.”

She nods, not missing the defensive note. “Yeah, I could’ve. Sorry.”

There is silence for a minute during which Sooah looks out at the horizon in her childhood neighbourhood, sitting beside her childhood love.

“Taehyung told me you went to Jeju with Hyeri and her gang a couple of weeks ago.”

“I did. It was nice. A little hot, but fun.”

“Yeah? Partied hard?”

“Kind of.” A smile flashes across her face. “It’s getting harder to pull all-nighters in my old age.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he says teasingly, before pausing. “I heard you guys booked a whole villa.”

“Hyunjin got a great deal on Airbnb or something so he booked it. It was huge.”

“That’s cool. I heard all the couples got their own rooms.”

“They did.”

“Hmm.” He nods. “Rooming is overrated.”

“I agree. I don't think I managed a single shower in my room before the hot water got over.”

There’s the distant sound of children playing in the park down a couple of streets over. Sooah glances at Jimin out of the corner of her eye; he’s looking straight at the horizon, his jawline sharp and eyes partially hidden by his bangs.

“Glad you had fun, I guess,” he says after a moment, still staring ahead.

“Yeah. Hyeri is a much better friend than a roommate, though, for future reference.”

She doesn’t pretend to miss how he visibly catches on. “For future reference?” he asks. “You mean in case I ever want to room with Hyeri?”

“You never know. I know how much you love rooming with friends from high school.”

Jimin nods, but Sooah doesn’t miss the twitch at the corner of his mouth. He glances at Sooah and presumably sees her much more obvious smile, and rolls his eyes. “I hate you,” he states, shaking his head but failing to hide his sheepish grin.

Sooah giggles. “Jesus Christ, Chim. If you want to know if I’m single, just ask.”

A small patch of pink appears on his cheek. “Historically, that hasn’t always given me the answer I want.”

“Let’s try it. Repeat after me: ‘Sooah, are you in a relationship?’”

He gives her a look but decides to humour her. “Sooah, are you in a relationship?” he asks deliberately.

“No, Jimin, I am not. But hopefully I will be, soon enough. Are you in a relationship?”

“This is a coincidence but I’m not either. But if things go well, I’m hoping I will be, too.”

“Interesting. Why aren’t you right now?”

“Well, the girl I have a thing for is a bit of an enigma, if I’m being honest.” Jimin tosses his hair out of his eyes and smirks slightly. “She’s very popular and we never seem to get the timing right.”

Sooah can’t help but smile, feeling her face soften at the confession. “You’re bound to, eventually. Right?”

He nods slowly, his grin fading but not all the way. “I hope so. The problem is…” He looks away and ducks his head. “I don’t know. I guess part of me always feels like a quiet nerd around her, no matter how much time passes.”

“Lucky for you, I have a thing for cute and shy nerds,” she says after a moment, dropping all pretense and resisting the urge to rest her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“M-hm. Even when they get all ripped and start wearing designer clothes and have hoards of fans in love with them,” she says, “I find myself very fond of the person they are underneath all that.”

Jimin swallows and lets out a soft chuckle, before meeting her gaze, his eyes swimming with a hundred different thoughts. “I really feel like I’ve messed it up too many times with her, though,” he admits quietly.

Sooah nudges his shoulder again and this time rests her head on it as well. “She might share some of the blame for that, too,” she murmurs. “But you’ll never know if you don’t try.” She feels him nod, slowly, and she holds her breath as he starts to say something. Instead, she suddenly sneezes.

“Oh, God, no,” she grumbles, brushing strands of hair out of her face. “What - what is that? Are you wearing a new perfume or something? Because I think I might be allergic. What?” she asks, catching sight of his big grin that only widens when she frowns.

“You do this thing when you get your allergies,” he tells her. “This thing with your hand.”

“What thing?”

“Like this.” He mimics it, tapping his nose with his cupped hand. “It’s extremely cute.”

Sooah feels her face heat up in both pleasure and embarrassment. “Oh. I didn’t realise.”

“I know. But you’ve always done it. You did it when you were front row at our debut,” he reminds her.

At this, she smiles as well, reliving the old but clear memory. “Yeah, I was having allergies then, too. Can’t believe you noticed me in the crowd.”

“It was, like, thirty people.”

She nods in agreement, but then shrugs. “You still put on a hell of a show, Chimmy.”

“Shut up,” he mutters bashfully. “You should come for a concert now. There are actual lightsticks so you don’t have to wave the torch on your Nokia.” He flashes her a smile. “I’ll send you a flying kiss from the stage. The other girls there will hate you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she says dryly. “Although I think it might be harder to spot me in a crowd of thirty thousand.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll always spot you.”

Sooah’s heart flips. “I might just take you up on that offer. But you have enough girls in the front row, chasing after you.”

The same grins flickers on his face before he looks down at the road. “As long as you’re the only one who comes backstage with me, I’m good.”

“Really? You don’t think we’ve grown out of making out backstage after your show?”

“Never. We even have private rooms now. Where do you think Taehyung and Namjoon disappear for twenty minutes after every show?”

“And you want to join the club?”

“Depends. Are you joining me backstage?”

“Depends. Are you asking me to join you backstage?”

Jimin sighs hugely, giving her a look the whole time. “We can’t just let anyone backstage, you know? They only started making exceptions once Namjoon and Kaya started dating. Jungkook isn’t allowed to bring his flings back there either.”

“So it depends on whether I’m a girlfriend or a fling?” Her stomach flutters with anxiety at her own words. “Choose wisely, Jimin.”

The half-hearted smile tells Sooah that he’s picked up on the loaded statement. I feel like I’ve messed it up too many times, though. She bites her lip at the reminders, the slew of memories of both she and him drawn to each other multiple times, only to push each other away before anything could come of it.

On the pavement, Jimin slips his hand into hers, lacing their fingers together. “I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d be the guy to whom Kim Sooah says yes twice.”

She bites her lip and smiles, wide. His fingers feel steady in between hers. “Sometimes it happens,” she says, tilting her head up and meeting him in a soft kiss. “Yes,” she whispers, her eyes staying closed, their noses still brushing against each other.

Jimin doesn’t pull away immediately, but she feels him squeeze her hand. “Will I see you at the next show then?” he murmurs. “I can get you a ticket.”

“Front row?”

“I’ll be looking for you,” he promises, pressing a kiss to her forehead before sitting back in his original position but somehow feeling closer than before.

Sooah nods in assent. Sitting before her childhood home with her childhood love, she drops her head on his shoulder. A moment later, she feels his head rest on hers.

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