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collinnmckinley · 19 days ago
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Bro i just saw an iNSANE post about adler... like... WHHAT?
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hotchfiles · 5 months ago
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [CHOICELESS HOPE] ❞ — six. picket fence dream.
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pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader. summary: the moment leading up to the kiss, the drumroll, is as good as the kiss itself. it's certainly more innocent. it's completely harmless. content warnings: canon divergent. emotional cheating (not on reader). angst. right person wrong time. it's confession time. no use of y/n. word count: 2k+ a/n: you might hate or love me let's see which is it
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      Rossi doesn’t usually come to his apartment, especially with no warning on a Sunday, especially at 7AM, so when Hotch sees his less than pleased expression through the peep hole he knows it’s bad.
      “A crying drunk mumbling fucking mess. Porca miseria!” Dave wastes no time, the words finally free after hours of keeping them in.
      “Good morning to you too, Dave.”
      “Don’t. You know what you did.” Yes, Hotch knew. But he definitely didn’t expect this as the consequence. Still, he couldn’t even feign ignorance.
      “So, you took her ho—” Rossi’s eyes are piercing enough to interrupt him and force an exhale. “Thanks.”
      He is truly grateful, he is not usually one to act out like a child, much less one to leave people he cares about behind like that. You brought up his best and his worst. Much of his strength and thinking power went towards controlling himself. The rest got messy.
      “What are you going to do?”
      “Well, I’ll apologize tomo—”
      “Aaron!”
      “I don’t know. I just don’t. And Beth will be over with coffee in a bit.”
      Aaron watches his much too annoyed closest friend pour himself a sip of scotch, drinking it all in a mouthful.
      “You are throwing away a second chance people don’t normally get. Do you even know why?”
      Of course he knows why. There are many many whys.
      Jack needed the stability only someone out of this godforsaken job could give, and he adored Beth.
      Haley wasn’t an agent and he lost her, being with you was accepting the fact you could leave with him for a case and simply not come back. Essentially getting his son, his baby boy, a step mom that could be taken from him the same way as his mother.
      Beth gave Jack a bigger chance of not losing again.
      It gave him a bigger chance to rebuild his picket fence dream home.
      It was logical. It was the right choice.
      The feeling in the pit of his stomach and the bitter taste on his tongue shows disagreement with that every time he ponders though. And it’s hard to make the right choice when his body and soul begs him not to.
      Before he can even muster enough will power to argument his way out, Dave comes at him with more questions to shake his belief system to the core. “Is this about Haley? About Jack? Or are you really just incapable of letting yourself be happy?”
      Ouch.
      Rossi doesn’t pull any punches, Aaron knows that, it’s why they get along well, no sugarcoating. Doesn’t make it less annoying to deal with it so early in the morning. Especially after the hell night he had trying to sleep and being plagued by thoughts and worries of you.
      “If anything was to happen it would’ve happened before I met Beth.”
      “How could it when you are both idiots?” Aaron simply sighs, not having a good enough rebuttal to that.
      It was a true, he was an idiot, he could’ve gone after you when he got divorced, or after his grief got less painful. But back then he was angry, feeling abandoned by you when he would’ve never done the same to you.
      He begged you to not forget him, to call him. He waited, he called. It was all fruitless as you made your decision to take him out of your life already.
      Now it all seemed too complicated and to act on those feelings would complicate it even more.
      Aaron is saved by the bell, if anyone could consider hearing the knock on his door he knew to be Beth’s, one of the reasons of his internal conflict, being saved.
      At least Rossi leaves him alone for the time being, excusing himself as soon as the brunette enters the apartment with a quick peck to Aaron’s lips. Surely enough, Hotch has to tell her later that morning that no, Dave has nothing against her, he was just moody from being awake too early.
      Luckily most of the day is spent around Jack and what the wanted to do, making it more about spending time with his boy than a date, so he doesn’t have to focus too hard on being a good partner and on not thinking about you. But it’s all he thinks about when Beth leaves at night and he realizes morning come he will have to see you.
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      Your eyes don’t meet his for even one second as Garcia presents the case and he knows it then how truly he fucked up. You aren’t angry. You look tired, not your face, not your eye bags. In fact you look as beautiful and put together as you always do, but in the glimpses he catches of your eyes as you talk to someone else, he sees it. And it breaks his heart. You are exhausted, not because of the job.
      Because of him. And the worst thing is, he can’t even leave you alone, being the Unit Chief meant having to talk to his team, it meant to lead. He sighs to himself as everybody gets out of the briefing room and he wants to brush his fingers against yours lightly like old times and make you smile, but most of all Aaron just wants to tell you how sorry he is that this is happening again.
      He can’t do that, knowing right now it would only make things worse, so he just gets up from his chair, grabs his go-bag from his office and follows the motion until everyone is in the jet. There he does his best to suppress what is going on his mind to focus on the case.
      Galena is a beautiful small town, quite romantic even, too bad it is now suffering with the abduction of two children, the case and the BAU disturbing its peace.
      And that disturbance goes well into the night, when no one is able to work anymore and Hotch has to call it a day, figuring out on the spot that Garcia had to book them in pairs, his key card the same number as yours.
      Hotch can imagine Garcia had someone influence her on the chosen pairs, Rossi was practically glowing with childish glee as everyone got their cards.
      Both you and him are too prideful and professional to make a scene asking to switch with someone. You were stuck with him until the case is resolved.
      The two single beds as you enter the room are a relief, but the distance between them aren’t nearly enough in comparison to how faraway from him you wished to be.
      “Just like the old days, huh?” He’s the first to speak, trying to break the tension as he spread the files of the case on the only desk available.
      “Don’t do that,” you reply quickly, your tone as tired as your eyes have been since the first time he saw you today.
      You drop your bag on the floor close to your bed, the loud noise startles Aaron, but you don’t care, body aching and ready for rest.
      “That what?”
      “Talking. Don’t talk to me,” you clarify. Another loud noise, your body dropping on the bed without ceremony. Eyes closed and focused on pretending he wasn’t there.
      He stays quiet for awhile and you think he might respect your request, so you relax in the clean sheets welcoming the slumber.
      Unfortunately for the two of you, now you are annoyed. So annoyed his shuffling around papers make your skin crawl.
      Just like the old days.
      The complete audacity to begin with that as if he didn’t abandon you drunk just two days before.
      You sigh deeply, putting a pillow over your face to try and muffle his annoying overwhelming presence.
      It doesn’t work.
      “God, please, breathe louder, I don’t think Japan has heard you yet,” you shoot at him, immediately sitting up and catching him working the case files.
      “You want me to stop breathing too, is that it?” He doesn’t look up from the papers, annoyed at the childish antics you’re pulling, which irritates you even more.
      “If you could be so kind to, yes!” Your voice is pure sarcasm and venom, reminding him of just how stubborn and strong-willed you can be.
      Just as he stops his writing, pen left to the desk, you get up in a hurry, attempting to go to the bathroom and ready to slam the door behind you. Hotch is quicker, getting up from his chair and grabbing your wrist to stop you from avoiding him even more.
      It doesn’t hurt. His grip is gentle and you know you can easily get away from it. But you don’t.
      “Hey, I’m sorry.” You nod at his apology, but he knows that won’t be all, so Aaron lets your wrist slip from his fingers and waits for the arguing he’s been avoiding to start.
      One beat.
      Two.
      Three beats pass before your mouth moves in sync with your drowning mind, “what exactly are you sorry about?”
      Right to the jugular from the start. He obviously instantly thinks of the easy answer: Everything. But that’s not the answer you’re looking for. Beyond that, he knows it would be unfair for both of you to gloss over the situation once again.
      You know Aaron isn’t stalling but actually thinking by the way his index and thumb rub together, his lips tightly pursued. Your stomach feels like it’s twirling, nervousness making an appearance now that this was about to happen. The talk. The admissions.
      Both of you are aware now shouldn’t be the time to talk it all over, there is a case to work, a hard day to rest from, but this is 10 years in the making. The flight response was already drained, only fight left.
      “I’m sorry for overstepping and turning our friendship into something confusing and uncomfortable,” he says slowly but firmly, but even so Aaron regrets his choice of words, more regret when he catches you rolling your eyes.
      “Confusing and uncomfortable, sure,” you reply with the same sarcasm you displayed earlier, your arms now crossed defensively over your chest, “I hope that’s not the best you’ve got.”
      “I’m trying here and I would appreciate a little less sarcasm.” His eyes are as piercing as his tone, you scoff at the manifestation of frustration, as if he had grounds for that right now.
      Your feet have a mind of their own and you start pacing around the room, “Hotchner, I changed my whole life around ten years ago for the sake of your comfort.” That wasn’t untrue, although it had a lot to do with your comfort as well, but he needed to be reminded of your sacrifices. “And the first opportunity you had to be a dick to me you not only took it but doubled down on it!”
      Hotch knows you are speaking about the gala and before he can control his tongue like he would in a time like this, " I got jealous! It took over me.”
      It’s good that he doesn’t expect that to stop you or take your breath away because if anything, you’re angrier now.
      “You have a girlfriend! You have no right to be jealous of me! You were married, Hotch! And I never did something like that to you.”
      “You left! I love you and you left,” he notices his mistake and quickly tries to recover, “I loved you. You’re back and I don’t know what’s the right thing to do.”
      He sits at the edge of his chosen bed, elbows to his knees, hands to his face and you finally stop on your heels, not knowing how to react to the confession you both have been denying yourselves from speaking out loud.
      You swallow dry, sitting on the edge of your bed, right in front of him.
      “I loveーI loved you too.” Your hands find home on his knees and his drop to hold them.
      “l don’t know what to do. I want to do the right thing.” He sounds pained and you have to fight that desperate lover girl in your mind begging you to tell him to choose you.
      “I can’t help you with that,” it’s what you actually end up saying, “I’m sorry.”
      “I’m sorry too.”
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Hii dillo! I was wondering if you've talked about the gang and their opinions getting married and whatnot, and if you haven't, could you? Thanks a bunch 🫶
A/N: I don't think I've ever done anything like this, so I hope you enjoy it! They're a little repetitive maybe, but I tried my hardest :)
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DARRY CURTIS
I think Dare’s pretty open to the idea of marriage! Especially if he were to find the right person, he’d definitely consider getting down on one knee and popping the question
He’d be hesitant, at least a little bit, no matter how perfect or awesome he thinks you are because he knows his life is a little complicated and he’s not too sure if he really wants to drag someone into that
Like it’s one thing to be dating somebody and have the wild lifestyle Darry has, working multiple jobs to take care of his brothers and looking out for the rest of the boys in the gang, but it’s a whole other thing to actually be married into that
When he does propose though, I’d bet a lot of money that he would use his mama’s old ring cause ya know, it’s got that big sentimental value to him
I don’t think he’d have a big flashy proposal or even a big flashy wedding, just something sort of subdued and private so it’s a big moment for the two of you mostly, not a moment for everyone else-
His best man would probably be Sodapop, I’m thinking probably, I just love the idea of the two of them standing next to each other at the end of the aisle  
SODAPOP CURTIS
Sodapop is incredibly pro-wedding, and I mean incredibly pro-wedding, he wants absolutely nothing more than to have a nice wedding and settle down with the one he loves
I’m talking like- y’all could be dating for two weeks at most and you just do something small and sweet like bring him lunch at work and this boy’s hearing wedding bells and making plans
He just really loves you ya know? He loves hard and he falls fast and from the moment he sees you for the first time, he can picture his whole life with you, I’m not even joking
If y’all remember Sandy, if you care about Sandy at all or don’t remember her, I don’t really know, but I think she’d have a big impact on how he looks at marriage, especially if you’re the first person he’s going with after her
Like he’d be absolutely head over heels for you, but he’d hold back a little more in the relationship because he doesn’t wanna be hurt like that again
The hesitation wouldn’t last long, because he’s Sodapop and he’s like that, but if something went wrong, he’d remember the Sandy drama and be a little concerned about your future 
PONYBOY CURTIS
Imma start off by saying that Ponyboy is honestly a little too young to be spending his time concerned about marriage and honestly probably doesn’t spend much time planning a future wedding
This boy has his head in the clouds most of the time or his nose tucked in a book so I doubt marriage his high on his priority list, but I think he’d want to get married eventually
Similar to Sodapop, Ponyboy’s quick to fall for someone, which is something he’s not proud of, but like- he can develop a crush in about two seconds flat and be hopelessly pining over you within an hour of seeing you for the first time
But, he’s not gonna start wedding planning until a long while, he’s less concerned with figuring out what kind of wedding you’re going to have and more concerned on trying to get you to go out to the movies with him on Friday night
And even though it’s a long way away, Ponyboy knows he’s not going to have a big deal wedding, it’s probably just going to be a small affair either in his hometown or yours
His side of the room is probably gonna be filled with greasers and a few school friends he’s made over the years, but ya know, either way, it’s gonna be a really sweet wedding and he’s gonna make it all soft and sweet <3 
DALLAS WINSTON
To those of you who are fans of Dally…well, I apologize, cause bein’ honest with y’all, marriage isn’t a high priority on this boy’s list-
You could be dating for a million years, living in the same place, falling asleep and waking up next to each other every day, and getting married wouldn’t probably ever cross his mind unless you said something about it
Dal’s not anti-marriage per se, he just doesn’t see the need for it, especially if things are going just fine between the two of you, ya know? Why risk what you’ve got for something you don’t really need?
Most of his hesitations come from a minor fear of commitment and also just a general lack of care for doing things the traditional way, but the commitment problems do play a part in that, he’s afraid of tying himself down and dragging you down with him
If you did get married? It’d be down at the courthouse with the boys watching over you, teasing you both mercilessly the whole time
Also! When he gets hauled in and you show up to bail him out, he will refer to you as if you were married because sometimes he likes to be an asshole and mess with the officers who’ve tossed him in jail
JOHNNY CADE
Getting married? With you? Yeah, he’d consider going out and getting married and stuff, but it’d take him a very, very, very long time to work up to it, not dragging his feet, just trying to figure out if it’s worth it 
Not ‘cause of you, just ‘cause he’s seen what can happen in marriages, look at literally everyone’s parents, and he’s worried about that becoming the two of you guys, he loves you too much for that to happen, ya know?
Also because he’s like- way nervous- the boys have to constantly tell him that they’re pretty confident you’re gonna say yes when Johnny pops the question (sometime in the far future folks, he’s just a child)
Ironically, it’ll probably be Dally that final gets through to him, Mr. Almost-Anti-Wedding himself, mostly because he’s tired of Johnny stressing himself over a proposal you’re probably definitely going to say yes to
So eventually, he might ask you, but it’s gonna be a real private proposal, just the two of you. And the wedding wouldn’t be anything fancy either, probably down to the courthouse with the rest of the folks and then going out to celebrate afterward at the Curtis household
He’d be a good husband, I think, because after all, what is the position of a husband but that of a glorified boyfriend?? Johnny is a great boyfriend! He’d be a good husband!
TWO-BIT MATHEWS
Despite the hot mess of his parent’s marriage, Two-Bit does wanna get married and I think he’d start thinking about marrying you from the get-go, I’m talking as soon as he laid eyes on you, he knew you two were gonna get hitched-
Does he have any sort of solid plan? Absolutely not. He just knows he’s head over heels for you and is willing to get married whenever you want to say yes to him
Like he’s regularly gonna ask you to marry him but it’s more in that way of, you did something nice and he looks at you with heart eyes and asks you to marry him
Two’d really love a white picket fence life I think, or at least, he’d think about settling down with you one day, coming home to you every night, waking up in the same bed as you every morning, maybe raising a few kids, having a dog or two-
He’s not in a real rush to get married though, as enthusiastic as he is about it, he’s willing to wait until whenever you wanna go and get married, though he might hit you with a promise ring at some point in the game
The wedding wouldn’t be anything too fancy, just your people and his people, all gathered together to become one big family, he’d probably have one of the boys as his best man and his little sister would definitely be your flower girl if she was young enough still when y’all got married 
STEVE RANDLE
Similar to Two-Bit, he doesn’t have great experience with marriage, Steve’s parent’s relationship is kind of rocky to say in the least and he doesn’t have a great foundation to base it on, but he’d love to get married
His biggest fear about being married to be honest, is turning into his father, but he knows, deep down that he’s not ever gonna end up like that guy 
The only thing stopping him from getting married is finding someone to get hitched to, ya know? But along came you and…well we all know you guys are gonna be endgame
Steve and Sodapop, out of all the boys, are definitely the most likely to be the youngest to get married, if they’ve found someone to marry, neither of them see any reason to delay it any longer?
I’m getting this mental image of you swinging by the DX to drop off lunch for Steve or something, maybe you just came by to say hi, and some guy had been eyeing you, asking Steve who you are, and Steve’s like “My future spouse, actually”
You’d have a nice little wedding, maybe just a courthouse affair, but it’d be real sweet and he’d clean up just for you, no grease or motor oil in sight, his hair combed back all swirly and stuff, he just looks real good
TIM SHEPARD
Now I’ve got tons of opinions about a married Tim Shepard, mostly because I’ve talked about a married Tim Shepard at length with a very dear friend of mine (hello to Sophie, one of my bestest buds)
But anyway, Tim would totally get married, just as long as he found someone worth getting married to, but it’d take him a while until he finally asks, he takes his time, takes it slow, and doesn’t really rush into it
Most of his hesitation is just his assumption that maybe you don’t wanna get married, or maybe you weren’t gonna stick around forever, and he’s real worried about pulling you into his world, worried that you’re not gonna like staying
Especially cause like- he knows he’s got it rough, he lives on the rougher side of town, runs a gang for crying out loud, he knows he can’t always give you everything that you might want, but he’d sure try, and he’d do whatever he could to make you happy
When you guys get hitched, Curly would be his best man, no doubt in my mind, and he’d have Angela on his side too if she isn’t already standing on your side of the ceremony
He doesn’t really want a big fancy ceremony or anything? Whatever you want is more than fine to him, he just wants to marry you, he doesn’t care how it happens as long as you’re happy with it 
CURLY SHEPARD
Curly’s one of the ones who everyone thought was never gonna get married and settle down with somebody, but from the second he started bringing you around, everyone knew it’d only be a matter of time before you two got married
He wasn’t too sure about getting married at first? Didn’t have any sort of attachment to the idea or plans for getting married, but he changed those plans when you two got together
Curl’s absolutely obsessed with you from the get-go and the first time Tim meets you, he knows that there’s going to be a wedding at some point for the two of you, everyone sees it coming
Again, his parent’s marriage kinda sucked, but Curly’s one for taking stuff his own way and he was determined not to screw up your marriage either, even though he knows not everything is going to be perfect
When you get married, it’s definitely not going to be anything big or fancy or anything, but it’s going to feel like a real special day because it is a real special day and I’m gonna be honest with you, you’re going have a great time with everyone there
Curly sees you for the first time and he cries, not full-out crying but his eyes tear up quite a bit and Tim teases him about it for the rest of his life because who knew such tough hoods were really softies?
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lotomber · 1 year ago
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Heyyy!
I am not sure if this is similar to things you've written before but I would love to read a chuuya x femreader smut yandere fic with the concept I love you so much, so much that I cant help but hurt you. (Something like Akito and Shigure s relationship from Fruits basket)
A/N- Hii I'm not sure if this is what you were looking for but I do hope you enjoy it!
Twisted love!
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Pairing: Yan! Chuuya x Fem reader!
Warning: Nsfw, manipulation, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, mdni, lmk if I missed anything, not proof read!
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You loved chuuya, you really do love him a lot but he was too possessive and he broke all the lines when he tried to lock you up. So you broke up and left him. It wasn't easy but you had to do it. Just like that a month went by without seeing him and it was the start of your misfortunes. You failed in your college finals but you knew you did well in your exams so that couldn't have been possible, even when you tried to talk to your professors you were just disregarded by them. You were also fired from your part time job. When you asked your friends for help they all started to ignore you. No one was even willing to listen to you, It hurted a lot, you were just left alone but you didn't even had time to cry as you struggled to find a job. As if that all wasn't enough your landlord also kicked you out of your apartment saying that the property has been sold. You were just flabbergasted cause how could he just sell the apartment without giving you a prior warning? He said that nothing could be done now he already sold it cause he needed money and that your term of lease was about to expire either way. Just like that you were on streets with no where else to go. And by no means you had money to stay at a hotel. So he was your only option left now, if possible you never wanted to go to him, You even thought about returning to your parents home but they lived very far away and you didn't wanted to worry them. You really didn't wanted to go to Chuuya but you couldn't care less about your pride now cause you were just desperate. You went to his penthouse and rang the bell, some minutes later the gingerhead opened the door and looked surprised to see you but what surprised him even more was the luggage you had by your side.
" Chuuya I....I." As if sensing your hesitation "First come in then we'll talk, you look cold." You were honestly expecting him to be angry at you but he just looked calm as you came in.
"Chuuya I...Can I stay here for a day or two? Actually my landlord kicked me out so I need a place to stay. I promise I'll leave as soon as I find another place to stay!" You were starting to get nervous as you looked pleadingly at him.
"Hey calm down! It's okay you can stay for as long as you want, I don't mind it. And if you want should I talk to your landlord?, after all how could he just kick you out!" He just looked affectionately at you just as he used to.
"It's no use I already talked to him besides he already sold the apartment."
"But are you okay?" It was just a simple question but it made your heart ache, for the past month you've been struggling still no one bothered to ask it. But Chuuya just looked worried for you even when you were the one who left him. You couldn't control it anymore and broke down in tears.
"Hey it's okay I'm here! please don't cry. If you want to talk I'm here okay? You can tell me what happened." He embraced you and gently patted your back to help you calm down. Your head was on his chest so you didn't notice the smirk he had on his face. After some time you stopped crying and then you told him everything that happened from crashing your finals till losing your job and he just listened to you, soothing you whenever you choke in tears waiting for you to finish.
"I'm really sorry such things happened to you but I'm sure it's gonna be okay and I'll help you so don't worry and please don't cry it breaks my heart to see you like this. And umm I..I don't know if I should say this right now but y'know after you left I've been reflecting on myself everyday and although it's late I still want to apologize to you." Now that you took a closer look at him there were dark bags under his eyes and he himself looked a bit stressed.
"I'm really sorry! But can you please give one more chance? Just one and I promise I won't do anything to disappoint you anymore." There was a genuine look on his face, you couldn't help but give in to him as you pulled him in a kiss. Your lips pressed against each other, as your faces flushed with desire and emotion. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss him, his lips, his touch instead you craved it. Not holding back anymore he pulls you in for a long, deep kiss, one full of passion, as if he was holding back for so long. You gasp for breath and wrap your arms around him tighter, pulling him closer for more. His hand slowly slid in your shirt groping your breast as you let out a low moan in his mouth. He quickly picked you up, unbuttoning your shirt as he took you to bedroom. He threw you on the bed gently before removing his own shirt. Oh how you missed it, his calloused but gentle hands on your body as he kisses you. He moves to your neck gently nibbling, leaving dark red love bites on your sensitive skin as he removes your bra. You couldn't help but moan as he gently kneads your tit pinching your erect nipple a bit hard as he kisses your collar bone before moving his mouth on your titty. Swirling his tongue on your nipples sucking and nibbling it. He moves downwards kissing your stomach as he proceeds lower. He removes your jeans, seeing the wet pool in your panties.
"Tch are you that desperate for me darling?" He chuckles as he removes your panties before sliding two digits in your wet cunt. " looks like you don't need much prep" He unbuckles his belt removing his trousers and boxers freeing his already hard cock. He strokes his cock a bit before aligning it on your entrance. He rubs his tip on your wet folds making you whimper.
"Mmm Chuuya please I want you!"
He slowly thrusts in you allowing you to adjust a bit before increasing his pace as your moans got louder.
"Ahh hngh~ Chuu.. ahh fast more." He increased his pace at an animalistic pace thrusting deep in your gummy walls. "Chuu mm~ I'm close...ahh please don't stop." He grunts as you clench him a bit harder cumming on his cock. His thrusts get sloppy as he also cums after you. He rubs gently on your sides to help you calm from your high before pulling out. Then he brings out towel from the closet to clean up the mess. Soon after you fell asleep in his arms, as he kissed your forehead smirking.
All because of the emotional distress you forgot the real reason you left him and if you thought that he would just let you go so easily then you were utterly wrong. You never once doubted how all these things happened only after you left him. Afterall he was the one who bribed the professors, threatened your friends to stay away from you, made you lose job and bought that apartment. He doesn't care if it hurts you or not as long as he can have you back.
"Darling if you won't let me lock you up then I'll just have to make sure you come back to me after all I love you so much."
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rosaline-black · 2 years ago
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Summary: Remus had been left completely alone after the first war. After isolating himself for a few months he finally emerges from his cottage to get some groceries at the corner shop. He gets a lot more then bread however when he sets his eyes on you.
Pairing: Fem!reader X Remus Lupin
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Everyone was gone. He was alone. Completely alone. He was being nipped by the bitter air as he left the house for the first time in months. He only left because he had to. The fridge was empty, he couldn't live off the tins of soup and packets of rice anymore.
January 1982 was probably a time for new beginnings for most, but for him it was just a reminder he'd been in isolation for over two months. The sun was out, it lit up his pasty unkept appearance which he couldn't care less about.
He tugged on the sleeves of his jumper before finally making a beeline for the corner shop at the end of the street. He just needed to get the bare minimum of groceries and then he could go back into solitude.
The bell rang and he shot into the shop, that blasted Duran Duran song was playing over the shops radio. Merlin how he didn't miss that. Filling it up quickly, his basket was soon packed with the cheapest of groceries, he couldn't retain a job for more then a number of weeks due to his condition so he was living off of the bare minimum.
Remus almost appreciated the muggle corner shop, no daily prophet to remind him of how everything was now apparently just fine. The wizarding world was moving on from the dark lord, leaving him behind. Leaving behind the young adults, no better yet kids who lost there lives fighting. To say he was bitter towards wizarding society would be an understatement.
He shook his head to free the toxic thoughts which would only induce an even deeper depressive spiral and walked to counter not even looking up as he put his basket out for whoever the clerk was.
"Did you want a bag?" Your soft voice called out. Remus's head shot up and his chest suddenly hurt at the site of you. You practically glowed in the sunlight which shon through the shop windows, your smile so pure and genuine he couldn't help his own lips twitching to mirror you.
"Yes please..." he searched for your name badge that sat right atop your chest "..y/n"
Remus indulged himself by gazing upon you. He hadn't been in the company of anyone for months, and you, well you were a beacon of light by just merely smiling. He'd let himself have this moment however brief it may be.
"And you are..." your voice rung out after sensing the mans eyes were on you.
Remus was completely taken aback. He expected you'd be disgusted by the mere sight of him, a clearly poor scruffy mess, but no. Yet again you exhibited such warmth and care by your expression, not an ounce of judgment or hatred ran through you.
"Remus.. my names Remus..." his voice was hoarse. He wasn't used to using it for anything other than sobbing or shouting. He could tell you noticed the strain and your smile morphed from normal to concerned.
"So mysterious Remus do you live local?" You asked lightening his mood. It was easy to tell this man carried a heavy burden, a burden of sadness and loss, it simply radiated from him. If there was anything you could do to make him feel at ease for a moment you would.
"Down the road yes... yourself?" He answered watching you scan each item slowly, like you actually wanted to chat with him. He thanked the heavens above that he was the only person in the shop.
"I live in the flat just above the shop... it was owned by my dad... but he passed away recently and left it to me... couldn't give it up..."
Remus smiled sympathetically, for some reason knowing someone else had lost someone made him feel less alone "so you work here alone?"
He watched as you nodded your head "It is a lot of work... but thank god this is the only local shop in the area otherwise I'd have to shut it..."
Remus suddenly got an idea, were you hiring? No he really shouldn't ask. You'd done enough by letting him stand in your presence, enquiring about a job would go completely over the line.
"Why are you looking for a job?" You asked and it was like you could read his mind "I mean I don't know why you'd want to work here but if you are I really need another clerk..."
Remus was in shock. You were truly his saving grace. It felt too good to be true, like he was taking advantage of you somehow. Your innocent kindness and general care felt too much, he felt unworthy.
After a lack of reply you realised how imprudent that must have sounded "Sorry.. you probably have things to do already... last thing you need his getting wrapped up in a run down corner shop..."
"NO.. I uh... well I would love the job I just don't want to burden you-"
"You could never be a burden Remus..." you smiled and he was convinced right then and there he would die. Die from his heart imploding on itself.
"Well when can you start?"
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Months flew by and Remus was feeling more grounded with everyday he spent with you. Instead of pushing you away, he clung onto you like a life raft. The tea you'd share together and the occasional jokey conversations got him through.
He'd found out pretty early on that you were a squib. With full knowledge of wizards but never actually being able to cast a spell. It was a weight of his shoulders to be able to speak of magic freely, all though he held back most of the time as to not boast that he could do magic.
You didn't seem to care though. In fact when Remus would do the odd spell seeing your face light up would make his whole day complete.
He could say there was no doubt that he was in love with you. It annoyed him that his own heart was so feeble he'd fall for someone so pure and gentle, he couldn't let himself taint you with the sorrow he dragged around everywhere.
He'd also hidden his condition from you. He knew how kind you were and the minute you knew of what he went through you'd try to help, he couldn't risk that.
It was the 10th of March, Remus entered the shop and what he saw nearly brought him to his knees. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" You shouted still trying to light the candles that sat a top the cake in your hands with a crappy lighter that hardly worked.
"Y/n why... you didn't need to do anything..."
"Yes I did... because otherwise no one else would and that simply won't do..." you fussed placing the cake down and engulfing him in a hug. Remus took no time in hugging back, his heart to weak to refuse himself your embrace, your intoxicating scent and most importantly your warmth.
But he soon sobered up to the fact that no way could he have you. He couldn't allow himself to blemish your life, so after a few seconds he pulled away quite harshly his face rough and angry.
"A-are you okay remus?" You asked, eyes swimming with concern.
"Yes just... stop being so..." he struggled to find the words, his eyes trained to the ground.
"So what? Should I make some tea? I'm sure that will calm you down and-"
"THAT! Stop being so fucking nice! Normal people aren't that nice... they don't help strangers and make them cakes... give them jobs..." Remus shouted causing you to physically flinch at the volume.
Look what he'd done now. Remus saw you cower away from him and it only reaffirmed that he was a monster. A monster undeserving of your care and maybe even love.
"Sorry.. I just.. I'll go...-"
Before he could run off, you grabbed his forearm with complete desperation "Don't go Remus... please..."
"You can't... I taint you y/n..." Remus muttered meeting your eyes.
"Taint me? What are you talking about..." you shook your head, completely at a loss.
And from there Remus broke down in-front of you. He explained what happened to his friends, how he was left completely alone and how much of burden that's played on his well-being. He eluded to having some kind of condition which truthfully you'd guessed a long time ago.
Him getting regular sicknesses at the same time, the scars and his grouchy attitude around the full moon. It was obvious to you.
"Remus I know... I know about your lyncathropy..." you stated simply, a comforting smile still playing on your lips
"What? No.. I... well then why do you still associate with me... my kind aren't safe to be around y/n... I could hurt you..."
You shook your head and made him look into your eyes "Remus... I couldn't give less of a shit.." you laughed at his eyes widening once you cursed "you've had so much loss and tragedy can't you just let me be there for you? Let me help you through this..."
And in that moment Remus was weak. He gave in, burying his head in your neck as he sobbed his heart out, everything he'd held in over the past months fell out and it felt nice. It felt nice to be held and to be listened to, despite what he was. He felt safe in your arms.
From that day on you did everything to prove to Remus that his condition wasn't going to scare you away, that you were prepared to be there for him throughout everything. So every morning after the full moon you'd close the shop and dress his wounds, cook him meals and make sure he looked after himself. And every full moon Remus was convinced you were his guardian angel, coaxing him slowly from his suffering.
The feelings both of you harboured were quite apparent, and it was one summer evening where your relationship changed. You were simply closing up the shop and Remus just couldn't take his eyes off of you. It was ironic you were a squib but he was convinced you had bewitched him.
He knew right then that he needed to hold you, kiss you, be one with you. The friendship wasn't enough for him anymore, he wanted to call you his.
"y/n are you dating anyone..." he called out after replenishing the last shelf.
You were taken aback by this question. Of course you weren't dating anyone, you'd fallen hopelessly in love with the rugged stranger that stumbled into your shop many months ago. No one could replace him in your heart.
"No... why are you?" You asked crossing every part of your body in the hopes that he hadn't started seeing someone. Surely he'd tell you right? I mean you practically spent every day in each other's company as it what.
"No I'm not.. there is someone I like though.. just not quite sure I deserve her..." He stated watching steadily for your reaction.
You sighed inaudibly, who the bloody hell could it be? But instead of trying to appear upset you did what you did best and smiled, he deserved happiness and so be it if that doesn't involve you "I'm sure she'd be lucky to have you rem..."
Remus chucked. For someone who was such an incredible listener you truly were oblivious "aren't you interested in knowing who it is?"
"Of course... go ahead.." you mumbled not hearing his footsteps approaching you from behind.
As gently as possible Remus tilted your head around to face him, caressing your cheek with the upmost care, you were a work of art in his eyes and needed to be treated as though you could break at any moment "It's you of course..."
The wide smile you gave him made Remus melt into a puddle, and as your lips connected for the first time a very old feeling returned for him. Comfort. You were his angel that granted him comfort again, something he feared he'd never have the pleasure of knowing.
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ash5monster01 · 2 months ago
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could I request some randall floyd angst…
Why You?
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Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader
Warnings: angst, lots of arguing, heavy sarcasm, misguided hatred, admitting feelings, fluff
Summary: Everyone held Pink up on some high pedestal, worshipping him as a King of the school. It was your job to knock him down a peg.
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The roll of your eyes is so heavy nearly no one misses it. Especially Pink who instantly shoots a glare your way. It was silly how instantly you were annoyed by him, him simply showing up late to the study hall where you sat amongst all your shared friends. They all jokingly cheered when he had finally made an appearance but you found no reason to applaud. Pink was just another guy no matter what all your friends thought.
“Nice to see you too Angel” Pink smirks at you, slinking into the only open seat by your side. You scowl at the nickname, him only calling you that since you acted anything but.
“Give him a break” Cynthia whispers in your ear and you sigh, plastering on a fake smile as you look at the boy.
“Nice to see you to Pink, how’s your day?” the sarcasm is heavy, dripping like venom from your tongue and Cynthia instantly has her head in her hands.
“It’s delightful Angel, will be even better when I see you at O’Bannion’s party tonight” his overly nice voice reacts to your own. You roll your eyes again before looking to Cynthia and Mike who had definitely blabbed. Tony wouldn’t blow you in like that.
“Good luck with that” you say as the bell the rings, the boy having nearly missed the entire period from whatever dilly dallying he had done. You don’t give him a chance to respond as you collect your books and start for the parking lot, eager to leave this school.
“I don’t understand why you don’t like him, he’s done nothing to you” Cynthia says catching up with and you sigh, fixing the bag on your shoulder as you continue down the hall.
“He’s annoying. All proud and cocky just because he’s some football star. All of you look at him like he hand created earth and personally I prefer to worship a different kind of higher being” you explain and Cynthia chuckles, shaking her head as she looks at you. After a few dates with Wooderson she had really come out of her shell. A little less afraid to tell you what she thinks.
“It’s not that. We look at him like that because he’s the nicest guy. He’s friends with everyone and genuinely cares about each of us. That includes you” she tells you, almost amused how you don’t see it. That Pink was as loved as he was for just being a good guy. That was something you were not used too.
“Whatever, I’ll see you at 7” is all you say before shoving your sunglasses onto your face and disappearing into the flurry of students on their way to their vehicles.
Cynthia sees you again at 7 o’clock sharp, standing on the curb, features illuminated by the glow of the joint pressed between your fingers. When you spot her you take one that final hit of the roach before dropping it to the cement and stomping it out. She one day wished to be as cool as you. Which was funny because you didn’t think you were cool, not even the slightest, especially as you slid into Cynthia’s car to attend a party you didn’t even want to in the first place.
“What, no Tony or Mike?” you ask, eyes a little hazed and relaxed smile on your face. Cynthia wished you could be this version of you around Pink. Not so tense and worked up. This was the version of you that had come to be her best friend.
“They caught a ride with Pink” you roll your eyes, a common notion at the mention of the long haired boy and Cynthia just chuckles. So stubborn.
“Whatever, I need a drink. Lets go” you tell her, dropping your lighter back into your bag and turning to radio up on a Lynryd Skynryd song.
The party is in full blast when you arrive, bodies of students littering the yard and clearly stuffy house. It looks like the last place you want to be but the idea of an alcohol strong enough to get you through the night being in that very kitchen was encouragement enough. So you step out of Cynthia’s car anyway and stalk towards it, the heavy music getting louder and louder with each step. More and more familiar faces waving and smiling.
“Hey I see Wooderson, I’ll be right back” Cynthia calls, smile wide and you don’t even fight it. Even if she’s left you alone it clearly makes her happy to be pursued by an older guy.
“Okay, I’ll grab us some drinks” you call back but she’s already halfway across the yard in the direction of Wooderson and Slater who share a heavy a joint. You just shake your head in amusement and duck inside the home.
Navigating the sea of bodies is difficult, especially when you’re not entirely sure where you’re going. Finally after two wrong turns you’re welcomed to a kitchen with an island covered in various liquors and a punch bowl that was guaranteed to be lethal. The only bodies were a few boys surrounding the kegs along the wall so you’re quick to help yourself. Actually a touch excited to let loose and have this moment just to yourself.
“Here, let me” the familiar voice makes you scowl. The warmth of his body to close in your space, the loose blue shirt unbuttoned one to many, and long brown hair bouncing softly.
“I can handle myself” you tell him, side stepping and continuing to mix your drinks as you had intended. Pink just chuckles, shaking his own head at you.
“Nothing I do will be good enough for you huh?” the question has caught you off guard, freezing under his stare as you bring one of the finished drinks to your lips and taking a much needed sip.
“I don’t know what you want from me Pink, so what one person doesn’t like you?” You tell him with the shake of your head, setting the cup down as you deem the drink consumable.
“Yeah but that one person is you!” he states, exasperated and annoyance run thin towards you. It brings you to look him in the eye, shocked he was actually losing his temper with you for once. You wonder what his words mean, why it made any difference at all.
“Look Pink, go out there and enjoy the high life. You’re the king of the school, you might’ve already peaked, so enjoy it while you can” your words are mean and the way he winces makes guilt swirl in your stomach.
“That’s the very thing Angel, I don’t want to peak. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life saying these were the best years of my life. I’ve done nothing but try to be your friend and it’s killing me” he says, stepping closer and facing you. In this proximity the height difference is noticeable. Pink didn’t always look like a football star but his size would surprise you when you least expected.
“Why? Why do we need to be friends? You’re friends with literally everyone else. I’m nothing special” you argue back and Pink groans, actually annoyed with how fucking oblivious you were.
“Because Angel, I like you. I like that you’re stubborn and I like that you do your own thing. I wish I was cool enough to go against everything I knew and still be acknowledged for it. I especially like when you make snide comments at me and it makes me want to kiss the scowl straight off your face!” he rants, determined to make you get it. To finally push some sense through that thick skull of yours. You tense at his words, never would you have expected Pink to be into you.
“So you’re telling me that I’ve done nothing but treat you like shit for years and instead of hating me, you’re into me?” you ask, a little baffled and trying to reel your thoughts in. It’s not like you thought Pink was ugly, in fact you’ve had to remove your stare quite a few times. Yet even you couldn’t explain your distaste towards him. Then that’s when it hits you, that all this anger directed toward him had been you trying to ignore your attraction. You were embarrassed for being just like everyone else and falling head over heels for Randall Floyd.
“Yeah Angel, gonna harass me for that one too?” he asks, seeing the thoughts flashing behind your eyes. Clearly gears were turning, trying to comprehend and react accordingly. Yet he had broken your normally quick witted brain. Struggling you’re unsure what to say or even do, until you shock you both.
A shaky hand grasps the blue shirt on his form, tugging him close and going against everything you stand for. Pinks eyes widen as you lift on your toes and seal your lips against his own. What’s the most surprising is how it isn’t weird, in fact it feels normal. Especially the way heat pools in your stomach and urges you to kiss him more. Just when his hands lift to hold you close, you’re pulling back, eyes blinking and trying to decide if that had been the best move. Your hand is still gripped on his shirt while Pink stays silent.
“I think I finally discovered an effective way to shut you up” you finally say, breaking the heavy silence between you both and Pink snorts. Your smile wide as you look at him wearing a smile that matches his own. He never thought there’d be a day you finally would smile at him like that.
“Does this mean you’re not gonna be mean to me anymore?” he curiously asks and you roll your eyes, yet this time it’s in a loving way. Now he could get used to that.
“That I can’t guarantee, but I would like to kiss you again” your honestly shocks him but he removes your hand from his shirt and takes it into his own anyway.
“Then let’s get out of here, I only came to this damn party because I heard you were going to be here” he tells you and you blush, feeling like a fool when not so long ago you rued his existence.
“And what do we tell our friends?” you ask and Pink smirks, clearly devious and unashamed. Whether it embarrassed you or not, he finally got what he wanted.
“The truth, that you can’t keep your hands off me so we have to go somewhere a little less crowded” and with your free hand you hit him softly, but he continues to grin.
“I think that’s the other way around Mr. I like everything about you” you mock and he laughs, pulling you close. You almost hate how nice this is, not hating him for once. Cynthia was right and now you could only hope you wouldn’t screw this up.
“At least I’m not embarrassed about it” he whispers, face close enough you could kiss him just as easily as before. His arms slowly snaking around your waist as your palm lands on the bareness of his chest. It’s makes butterflies ignite in your stomach.
“Now this is not what I was expecting to see” Tony’s voice breaks your attention off each other. You’re red in an instant but Pink won’t let you step away, holding you flush against him and proud of it.
“Angel isn’t feeling good, I’m going to drive her home” yet the look on Pinks face says anything but the excuse he had just given. Cynthia and the others standing behind Tony entirely amused.
“I told him I could walk, this is kidnap” but the squeeze to your side has you jumping at the ticklish touch and sealing your lips closed.
“The delusion has already set in, we better go” and he gives no one any more room to talk as he drags you out of the house and towards his El Camino. When you’re both shut inside all he does his smile before sliding across the front seat.
“You’re something else” you mutter just before he seals his lips against your own.
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natasha-in-space · 16 days ago
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CW: emotional abuse, implied past child abuse.
Had a bad day, needed some comfort for myself, so here's some Saeran hurt/comfort for those of us who are struggling with complicated feelings on their parents. I debated posting this one, but I know I'm far from the only one dealing with these feelings, so I hope this can be of some comfort to others, too. Not proof-read, so I'm sorry for any mistakes, repeated words or misspellings!
Saeran always greeted you at the door with open arms, a genuine, warm smile on his face a happy twinkle in his eyes. It was like coming home to a beaming puppy. Today wasn't any different. Despite the cold biting your cheeks and seeping into your very bones, he didn't hesitate to pull you into his chest and pepper your freezing cheeks with gentle kisses.
You probably shouldn't have expected anything less for him. Moreover, you could smell the scent of fresh baked goods waffling in to greet you, reminding you that you were home.
"Welcome back," Saeran murmured with a smile as he pulled back from you, his hands reaching down to take yours and rub his fingers over your cold palms, warming them up. "I baked us some chocolate muffins, your favorite. Saeyoung should come by later with decorations. He said he finally finished on that space-themed fairy lights you two have been cooking up."
After the day you've had, this kind of straightforward, sincere happiness and affection felt almost alien. You weren't one for getting emotional, but you were kind of starting to feel choked up.
"Right... I forgot," you confessed, giving him a small, nervous smile that was hopefully genuine enough to not worry him too much. You didn't want to ruin Christmas preparations for these brothers just because of your voes. "Thanks for the muffins. They smell heavenly. As always."
...Though you lacked the usual appetite for them.
Saeran smiled at you gently, moving to help you out of your coat and winter hat, which you let him, turning around to make the job easier for him.
"Just wanted to see you smile."
Once you were free from the confines of stuffy winter clothing, just your jeans and sweater to keep you warm, he pulled you back in close to his chest, nuzzling your temple.
"I may have made a little accident while baking because I was rushing to get them done for your arrival. But you’re worth the trouble. You always are."
...Alright, he wasn't at all helping you with keeping your years at bay, saying things like that.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried your hardest not to burst into tears right then and there. This wasn't really like you. You weren't some fragile soul to go and cry over such simple things. But, after the earlier events of today... his undemanding affection was just a bit too much for you to handle.
"Not... everyone seems to think that."
You cursed yourself as soon as these quiet words left your lips. Great, now you brought it up. You should have just smiled and thanked him. He already did so much for you.
You felt his arms tighten around you ever so slightly in response, clear alarm bells going off behind his eyes. He was always unfairly perceptive when it came to you, after all.
"...Who?" He asked, his own voice quiet and gentle as he searched for the answer in your eyes. You almost wished he would be a little more assertive. Not so careful and tender. That would make it easier to hold back the floodgates of emotions that were crumbling at the seams. "What happened today, my love?"
The question made you grimace, and you looked away. Not because you didn't trust him, but just... everything, really. Well, there's no going back now. Not that you wanted to. Even if you felt kind of shitty, whining about your problems like this.
"It's..."
As you came to terms with the notion that you would simply have to tell him what had happened, you let out a long sigh and slumped your shoulders. So, you did just that.
"I visited my mother today to help her with decorating, remember? She had trouble doing it by herself, so... Yeah. Well... I guess even one small visit can't go right. She asked me to walk her dog, so I agreed. But she didn’t like the coat I chose to wear, said it was too light for the cold. And when I insisted that I'll be fine, and I know what I'm comfortable with wearing, she just... blew up at me. You know, how she usually does. Screamed at me that I'm ungrateful and self-centered, that I can't even do a single thing right, and that she won't be asking me to do anything for her ever again, because I'm so unreliable. At least she didn't throw anything at me, so... that's a plus, I guess."
You knew your joke didn't land. You knew that without seeing his gloomy eyes. You were just trying to joke over your pain. Like you always did. Sometimes, you could almost forget just how cruel and hurtful your mother could be. Up until instances like this just brought you back into your childhood all over again, only with your body being bigger now. You let out another sigh.
"...I hate that I'm a grown-ass adult, and I still feel like a bad, ungrateful kid for wearing a wrong coat. It's so stupid. I'm stupid."
When you're finished speaking, Saeran lets out a little trembling breath and leans in to kiss your forehead. He then releases one of your hands to give your back a little comforting rub. You welcomed that tender comfort. Despite the fact that it made you want to cry more.
"You're not stupid," he said quietly but firmly, before pressing another lingering kiss to your cheek. "And you don't deserve to be yelled at or called all those things. Not for something so small. Not for anything."
With a sigh, he drew you a little closer to him, and you did as he urged, placing your head on his chest. His hold felt almost protective. There was a small pause, before he spoke again, his words careful and measured.
"Sweetheart... can you tell my why you still visit her? I know you love your mother, trust me, I know, but she's... still so unfairly awful to you. I want to see you come home with a smile on your face and a new silly joke to tell. Not so quiet and closed off, like you've done something wrong. She doesn't deserve you extending her an olive branch, when she's not willing to do the same for you."
"-That's the thing, Saeran," you whispered brokingly, leaning into him. You've given up attempting to contain your tears, simply allowing them to fall freely. God, you hated crying. Particularly over this kind of thing. "She isn't cruel. Not anymore, at least. She can be kind. Understanding. I can almost forget everything that... you know, happened before. That she's changed. But then something like this happens, and she treats me like I'm the most selfish and horrid person alive for not immediately switching a coat per her request. And... It's like nothing ever changed. And I hate it."
"My love..." Saeran whispered, his own voice a bit hoarse with the pain he felt for you in this moment. You felt bad for making him sad. His other hand came up to caress your head in gentle, soothing strokes. "You don't deserve to always have the rug ripped from under your feet. You don't deserve to feel hurt like this."
As you stood there, pushed together in a close hug of security and comfort, he sighed again and laid his head on your shoulder.
"...Not by your mom. She is supposed to be someone who loves you and cares for you. Someone who makes you feel safe and wanted. That's... what you told me before, right?"
"...I guess I keep hoping I might feel that one day," you muttered, the words feeling bitter on your tongue. "Well, she did want me to feel safe, I guess. Because I would be cold in that coat or whatever. Though... Maybe I'm giving her too much credit here, too. It was never about me. It was about her not getting her way and being unable to control me. Which is... fucking worse."
You sniffled, a new wave of tears forming right after the latter. You were a mess.
"I'd... rather have her yell at me because she'd worried about me than because I didn't listen."
At least then, in some strange, perverse manner, you would feel somewhat loved.
Saeran winced at that, his minty blue eyes swimming with pain that reflected your own. You were, after all, most likely reflecting something he also thought to himself once. Your pain was a shared one. Just that his mother was long gone, while yours... not so much.
"Oh, MC..." He pulled you in flush against himself, a slight tremor to his fingers as they clutched at you. Some part of you wanted to apologize. By saying all of this, you could very likely trigger some really painful memories for him. That was the last thing you would want. "You know I'd never raise my voice at you, even if you were to walk out in nothing but your shorts and a t-shirt. I'd just run after you and keep you warm. Neither would Saeyoung. Or anyone who truly cares about you. And we do care about you. So much. You shouldn't be made to feel selfish for making a decision for yourself..."
Your shoulders slumped again as you sighed.
"...I know. You're right."
It's absolutely pitiful. The way you were still falling back on justifying it. As if it would be better if she did that for any other purpose. It's not like Saeran would ever yell at you for dressing too lightly. Nor would he turn it into you somehow being entitled and selfish. And yet, you were actively weaseling through every loophole to make this whole thing justifiable. When it wasn't. It never was. However, there was a part of you that wanted to think it was. Just so you could pretend that your mother cared more than she ever did.
You despised that aspect of yourself.
As he maintained eye contact with you, Saeran pursed his lips, lightly sweeping a few hairs from your forehead. You knew he understood. Unfortunately. You wished he wouldn't. You wouldn't wish this cruel dichotomy on your worst enemy, much less someone you love so much.
"...We'll decorate tomorrow, okay?" Before you could protest, he cut you off with a gentle squeeze to your shoulders. "I'll let Saeyoung know you had a bad day. You can talk when he comes over, if you want. Let's just... rest for today, okay? Eat muffins, watch some documentary, go out to watch the stars later... How does that sound, my love?"
You mustered out a weak smile. It wasn't a completely joyful smile, but it was sincere. You weren't ready for that yet. You had to tend to this new wound in your heart for the time being. Perhaps the company of your two favorite people was a good way to start that.
"Okay. Thank you."
Saeran smiled at you, too, softly.
"Always."
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rand0mfangurlstuff · 9 months ago
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I'll Look After You Part 2 - Bucky x Y/N
First part here: https://www.tumblr.com/rand0mfangurlstuff/745510955233034240/ill-look-after-you-bucky-x-yn?source=share
Y/N woke up that morning with a terrible creak in her neck. She was in a awkward and uncomfortable possition. When she first woke up she thought she was in her own bed, but this hard uncomfotrable sufrace was not her bed. She slowly opened her eyes; before she could fully take in her surroundings she heard a familiar deep voice 'Morning Sleeping Beauty' she shot up like she had just been electrocuted. John 'Bucky' Egan looked at her with a smirk that she was certain made many a poor woman weak in the knees. She did her best to compose herself, act like she intended to fall asleep next to him. 'Morning, How'd you sleep?' she asked. 'Like a baby in his mothers arms.' He smiled that devilish smile again. 'I'm glad. A bit more rest and you should be in the air in no time.' His expression changed. It was softer now. 'Thank you, for staying with me.' She smiled, she could see he meant it. But she had to try her best and be professional. 'Don't mention it. Just doing my job.' It was then he switched back. It was like he was too different people. There was John; kind, honest, almost shy. Then there was Bucky; all cocky bravado and over-confident. He smirked, 'You sleep next to all your patients?' 'I'll do whatever I need to to make sure my patients get the best care.' She decided the best thing to do was to act natural and unfased. He was clearly goading her, she could see it in his eyes. She needed to reistablish the Nurse/Patient dynamic once again to regain control of the situation. She proceeded to check his vitals while asking him basic medical questions. The more she talked, the less he could.
'How's the pain?' She asked while checking his pulse. 'Fine. I'm totally fine.' 'Oh really? That's good. I'll let the doctor know. He'll examine you and if he sees you're fit for duty you'll be out of here by lunch time.' She knew he was not fit for duty. She just wanted to get him to stop this bravado act. Made everything a lot simpler. 'Sit up for me.' He tried, and tried even harder not to seem in pain, but as soon as Bucky tried to sit up straight in the bed, he winced in pain and fell back against the pillows. 'I uh, I guess I'm still a bit sore.' 'Major it's best if you be honest with us about your condition it's the only way we can make sure you are healing properly.' 'Yes Nurse.' There was a sudden tension in the air. She could feel that he wasnt pleased. Wither it be because he had to stay in the infirmary, or because she wasnt playing his game with him, she wasnt sure. 'I should go freshen up before rounds. If you need anything just ring the bell, one of the other nurses will help you.' He smiled, he looked a little hurt by her leaving, but he quickly turned on the 'Bucky' charm to hide it. 'I'll see you later Nurse Y/N, Will there be another sleepover? Dont forget your pajamas this time!' He said with a wink. She ignored him, walking away to get something to eat.
Bucky was confused. Last night she had been so kind to him. More than kind, she showed him more care than he had recieved in a long time. But this morning, it was like a different person. She was so stern with him, cold even. He couldnt understand what on earth he had done to make her change? Was she really only helping him last night because it was her job? Sure that was obviously part of it, but it felt like more to him. Was she ashamed that she let herself be in a vulnerable position with him? He would never hurt her. His teasing earlier was just that, teasing. Maybe even a little bit of flirting. Was that the problem? Was she taken? Had some lucky bastard already claimed her as his? There were no rings on her finger, but she still might belong to someone. Bucky sat contemplating, wondering what he would have to do to see her smile as she did lastnight.
The evening came again and she found herself back in the infirmary to relieve the day nurse, Barbara. Barbara was a nice woman, a little older, warm and friendly to the other staff but known to be very strict to the patients. Timing was everything to Barbara. When it was time to eat, she made those patients eat. When it was time to do physical exercise, those men better get out of bed faster than if the Nazi's were shooting at them. Y/N came to the nurses station as Barbara was finishing paperwork. 'They've all had their evening meals and I did their vitals half hour ago. One soldier in particular was very dissapointed to see me at his bedside and not you.' 'Why? Who?' 'Major Egan. He kept asking were you on shift today and when you would be back. Something to tell me?' Y/N blushed, wishing Major Egan and his blue eyes would leave the infirmary already. 'I don't know why he'd care if I was working or not.' She lied. 'I'd say it would have something to do with your little sleepover last night.' 'He told you?!' Forget the infirmary, he was going to the morgue. 'No he didnt, one of the other patients did. Saw you fast asleep on his way to the bathroom.' 'Oh, well he was having trouble sleeping so -' 'They all have trouble sleeping. Their soldiers in a war.' Y/N felt like she was being scolded. 'I'm sorry I just-' 'No need to be sorry, just be careful. I hear he has a reputation.' With that Barbara put on her coat and left for the evening.
She was here. He heard her sweet voice pass by his cubicle. He was suddenly angry at that other nurse for closing the curtain around his bed, preventing him from seeing her. He knew she would be coming to see him eventually, but waiting for that moment was almost more excruciating than his ribs. He felt his eyes tire, but he fought hard to stay awake. Firsty, because of those horrible nightmares, secondly, because he had to see her again. Had to make sure she knew he wasnt just some cocky pilot. Show her the nice Bucky.
It was 1am. As much as she didnt want to, she had to go check on Major Egan. She got to his cubicle and gently pulled back the curtain, expecting him to be asleep by now. But there he was, wide awake. His tired eyes seemed to gain a bit of extra sparkle when he saw her. 'Good Evening Nurse Y/N' she smiled. 'Major Egan you -' 'Bucky' he interrupted her. Confused she said, 'What Major?' 'I told you last night to call me Bucky, remember? You said it was cool.' That made her giggle involuntarily 'I did say that, didn't I? Must have been sleep deprived.' He dramaticly laid a hand over his chest 'Oh wow, that hurt worse than the ribs.' She came closer to him, to take his vitals. It was difficult though when his blue eyes were staring at her like she was a fresh bunch of daisys.
'Everything looks good, you need anything? Any pain meds?' she said with a gentle smile as she released his wrist from her grasp. 'I'm fine Nurse Y/N, thank you.' She turned to leave, and Bucky almost begged her not to. As she walked away from his cubicle she said 'Get some sleep Bucky, it's good for you.' 'Will do Nurse Y/N' just as she was outside his cubicle, she turned on her heel and said 'It's just Y/N. If you're just Bucky, I'm just Y/N.' He smiled, a smile that he felt all through him, 'Okay then. Goodnight Y/N.' 'Goodnight Bucky.'
He tried to sleep, and actually did for a while. He was lost in dreams of Jay Gatsby and Daisy, then dreams of her. Her smiling face. Then his dreams turned sour. Suddenly Y/N was no longer smiling at him. Instead she was crying while being dragged away by Nazis. Planes crashed around him. There were flames everywhere. He could feel the heat on his skin, he was burning. He was dying. 'Bucky! Bucky its okay! Shh.. you're safe.' He woke as he did the night before. Her arms around him, her wispering in his ear. He was covered in sweat and his heart felt like it was going to explode. She started to rub the hair and the nape of his neck, all the while still talking to him in that sweet, caring voice. 'You're okay Bucky. You're in the infirmary. Nobody's going to hurt you.' He managed to calm his breathing enought to let out a quiet 'I'm sorry.' She unwrapped herself from him, sitting on the edge of his bed. 'Don't be sorry. It's a nightmare, you cant help it.' Bucky scoffed 'I'm like a damn kid again. Pathetic.' She grabbed his hand. 'I dont see a kid, and I definitely dont see someone I would call 'pathetic'. You've been through a terrible ordeal, you risk your life on a daily basis. It's normal for what you've been through to affect you. I see a brave soldier, fighting for his country. There is nothing pathetic about that.' She looked to the nightstand to the book she had been reading him, 'The Great Gatsby'. A good book by all accounts, but Bucky had read it so many times now he was getting tired of it. He would however listen to the story a thousand times if she was the one reading it to him. Without a word, she picked up the book to the page on which she had bent the corner. Bucky protested 'You don't have to...' 'I need to know how it ends!' She said with a smile. She began to read again, her soft melodic voice like angles calling him to heaven.
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dannystattoo · 1 year ago
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august
chapter 1 - "i can see us lost in the memory"
you didn't plan on spending your summer fixing up your family's old cabin, but you also didn't plan on reconnecting with your childhood crush for the summer. based on august by taylor swift
Pairing: Danny Wagner x fem reader
Warnings:  Some language, but that's about it
Spending the summer after your senior year of college helping maintain your grandparents’ cabin was not what you’d anticipated upon graduating. While you wouldn’t say you were ready to tackle job hunting just yet, you would have preferred to have at least been able to stay in the college town with all of your friends for a couple more months. You’d have loved to at least have a last hurrah before you all inevitably moved on to whatever was next. Life had a way of happening though. Your grandfather passed away in the winter and a lot had changed. Your grandma wasn’t able to live on her own, so she had moved in with your family for the time being. Your parents were also trying to figure out what to do with the cabin your grandparents had purchased decades ago. It was your grandpa’s pride and joy, and he would never let anyone sell it even if he’d barely been able to use it in the last few years. The rest of your family, grandma included, couldn’t care less about keeping the property in the family, Since you and your siblings all moved out of the house and didn’t have the opportunity to visit much anymore, they decided it was best to sell the house. However, it needed a lot of TLC before it could go on the market and you’d gotten roped into spending your summer taking care of the property. You cursed yourself for learning so many DIY skills in college when your friends had insisted on renting the shittiest house possible your sophomore year, as well as for being the golden child who couldn’t draw boundaries with your parents no matter how hard you tried. 
…and that was how you found yourself looking around this house, wondering how the hell you were going to have it ready to list by August, in three months. Your dad offered to come up and help when he could on weekends and you did have a list of contractors your grandparents had previously used who could help with the things you weren’t able to do, but you were mostly on your own. You tried to remind yourself that his would give you the opportunity to save up some money since you weren’t paying rent and your family would be paying you for your work on the house. This would also give you time to polish your resume and work on perfecting your design portfolio, hopefully allowing you to move somewhere better than the sleepy midwest town you grew up in or the slightly less sleepy city you went to college in. Your ultimate goal was New York City, but you were aiming for Chicago right now. All things considered, though, the thought of a summer spent more or less by yourself doing a stupid amount of manual labor made the thought of living in the city in cramped apartment with multiple roommates and eating ramen for every meal sound appealing. 
It had probably been about five years since you’d spent any sizable amount of time here, and that was around the same time your family started doing the bare minimum maintenance on the place. They’d also done the bare minimum when it came to cleaning, so you spent the entire morning making one of the bedrooms and one of the bathrooms clean and comfortable enough to get you through the first few days. Once you finished that, you started trying to make a game plan, but you became overwhelmed pretty quickly. Realizing it was nearing one in the afternoon, you decided to drive into town, pick up some fast food and take a break. You weren’t able to find much, but there was a Taco Bell within a reasonable driving distance. You returned home with your Nachos Bell Grande and a massive Baja Blast, hoping that would push you to have a productive evening. It was a beautiful day out, so you took you lunch out to the dock. The gate that led down to the water’s edge was a bit rusted and hard to open, but once you got it, you remembered why you loved coming here so much as a kid. Admittedly, once you looked past the state of the house and the yard, it was gorgeous out here. You were steps away from the lake, which had a tiny private sandy beach at its edge. Trees and plants in full bloom surrounded the lake, and you always loved the glow of the sun off the water. You told yourself that if you got through a clearing the clutter in the rooms you, your siblings, and cousins had shared as kids that day, you’d reward yourself with a glass of wine and a night spent on the patio with your designs. The change in scenery was inspiring you in a way you hadn’t expected. Looking at the nearby houses, you tried to remember all the kids you’d met here over the years. They were all fleeting friendships, lasting for only one week in the summer over the 4th of July and picking up the next year, depending on who returned and when. You’d met these kids well before social media, and you had no idea what happened to any of them after losing contact. You start thinking about them, wondering where life had taken everyone after those golden summers. 
Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice that someone had appeared from the cabin next-door and they were walking down towards the water. 
“I had no idea they sold this place,” the voice said as it came up behind you. Startled, you turned around to see a man approaching you. He looked like he was about your age, maybe slightly older. You could tell from his tan skin he probably spent a lot of time outside, giving the impression of someone else who might be spending the summer here. Based on appearances alone, that was something you could get on board with. You couldn’t overlook the fact he was gorgeous - you were immediately drawn to his intense eyes and radiant smile, and the fact his was absolutely ripped didn’t hurt matters.
“Because they didn’t,” you laughed. “Granted, it’s barely been used in at least five years, but yeah, haven’t sold yet.”
“Well that’s good, I always like the people who lived here.”
“You knew them?” you were taken by surprise. 
“Oh yeah, my family owns the place next door. I’m Danny, by the way.”
“Y/N,” you said. The longer you looked at him, you began to think he looked vaguely familiar. “This is gonna sound weird, but we’ve met before haven’t we?”
“You have two older sisters and your family was always here the week of the 4th of July, right?”
“Yeah. You have a younger sister and you were also always here for the 4th of July?” As Dnny confirmed this, it all came flooding back to you. 
He was part of the group of about a dozen of you who lived on this street that you’d just been thinking about. He was, in fact, a few years older than you, but you seemed to remember his younger sister was around your age. You also remembered you’d had a hugely embarrassing crush on Danny that resurfaced every year. God, you’d forgotten about him completely, as it had been ten years since you’d seen him, more since you’d seen him with any sort of regularity at the cabin. You remembered it all with clarity now. 
He was three years older than you, and by the time you were eleven and he was fourteen, he started hanging out with the group less and less. Fair enough, he was a teenager, but it didn’t hurt any less. You’d always thought he was cute and he was the only boy in the group who was always nice to you. Looking back, he treated you like a little sister, but you didn’t see it that way then. You remembered the summer you were twelve and he was fifteen when he and another one of the older girls in the group stopped hanging out with you as frequently, only showing up at events where the entire family was present. You’d been devastated when you’d accidentally stumbled upon them making out in her room at a barbecue you’d all been at. By the next summer, you were convinced that because you were thirteen and a full fledged teenager, he’d finally be interested in you. Much to your dismay, he hadn’t even come up north that year, opting to stay home in order to spend more with his friends instead. It was only a couple more years before you stopped spending long stints there in the summer. You realized how much you’d forgotten about your time here.
“So what brings you back?” Danny’s question brought you back from your nostalgia. 
“Well, my grandpa passed away over the winter -“ 
“Oh shit, i’m sorry.”
“Thank you. It wasn’t unexpected, but still. Anyway, my family is actually planning to sell now and I somehow got roped into coming out here for the summer to fix it up and get it ready to put on the market. You live in one shitty house that forces you to learn handy skills and they use it against your for the rest of your life,” you laughed.
“What, by yourself?”
“Not entirely, my dad is coming up to help me out when he can and we will need to hire people to do some of the more complicated projects. But yeah, mostly.” You were kicking yourself the moment you said it. Way to go, Y/N, you thought to yourself. You don’t know the first thing about this guy anymore and he could be a crazed serial killer for all you knew. 
“Anyway, I could ask you the same thing,” you shifted the attention back to him.
“Honestly, I don’t know. Getting away, I guess? I’ve been so stuck with work lately and I thought a change of scenery might be good. Don’t ask why my first inclination was to come here, but it was.”
“By yourself?”
“For now. Three of my friends, more like my brothers actually, are planning to come up in a few weeks and spend most of the summer. They may be going back and forth between here and home a bit more than me though.”
“Where do you live?”
“Nashville.” 
“That’s so cool, I unfortunately didn’t get to go far for college and I was so lucky to move back to my hometown in Michigan after graduation. I’m hoping to save up some money over the summer so I can start looking to move. Enough about me, what is it you do for work?” You were intrigued when he said he was “uninspired”, wondering if he did something creative too.
“Uh, musician,” he said running  his hand through his dark curls. You could tell he assumed you’d react a certain way.
“No shit, that’s sick! What kind of music?”
“I’m in a rock band, drummer. I know it probably sounds kind of lame, but we’ve actually released a few single, and EP, and we just got a contract for our first full record. As exciting as all of that is, I’m having a hell of a time getting anything written to contribute to it. Decided I’d come here for a little bit first by myself, and then the guys are gonna join me in a couple weeks. I thought maybe getting out of the city would help. Plus the lease on my place was up last week and the house I’m set to move into isn’t available September 1st.”
“Well, I don’t think that’s lame at all. I’m trying to break into design, so I kind of get it.”
“Oh really, what kind?”
“My dream would be fashion, it was my main area of focus in school, but I’ve also been building by graphic design portfolio to have something more ‘practical’, as my parents would say.”
“I get that, I’m sure you can imagine my parents were just thrilled when I said I had no desire to go to college right after graduating high school.”
“Sounds like you’re doing great anyway,” you shrugged. You guys talked comfortably for quite a bit longer, catching up on the past ten years. It was nice to have found a friend so early on, at least you hoped you’d found a friend. Danny was so easy to talk to and you felt an effortless connection, even if you hadn’t seen him in a literal decade. Eventually, you picked up your phone, sitting abandoned on the table, and you didn’t like the time.
“Oh god, how is it already three? I’m so sorry, but I should probably go, I have so much work to do,”
“Honey, you have all summer,” Danny said. You wouldn’t admit that your stomach flipped when he called you that. Fuck, were you attracted to him now, still? 
“You’re right, but you have no idea how much I have to do.”
“Can I help with anything? I know I didn’t come here for home renovation projects, but you could persuade me, I think.” 
“I would actually really appreciate that, if only for the company. Tell you what, my main goal for the day was to start cleaning out some of the bedrooms, if you’d want to help? When we make some good progress, maybe we can grab dinner? Like I said, even if it’s just for the company and an accountability buddy.”
“I’d love that. Honestly, I’ve only been here like two days and I’m going insane in my own company. I was so hung up on the idea of taking a solitary trip to work that I forgot I’m an extrovert.” You smiled at him, grabbed your Taco Bell remains, and led him into the house.
“Not to be rude, but you weren’t kidding,” Danny said, looking around the house. 
 “Yeah, it’s so, so bad. We’ve hardly been up here since like, 2017, what with life and school and work, and that was around the time my grandparents weren’t able to come up here by themselves anymore. I think my parents did just enough maintenance so that the neighbors wouldn’t lose their minds.” 
“Gives me an excuse to offer my services around here a lot then?” 
“I think that sounds perfect,” you smiled, leading Danny to the bedroom you and your sisters shared years ago. Before you could stop yourself, you caught yourself thinking that you’d love to be taking him back to your room under much different circumstances. You couldn’t believe that you were down bad for this guy yet again, hours after seeing him for the first time in a decade.
To be continued
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kakujis · 2 years ago
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ghost in the machine;
ft: bonten!mikey. pt 2 of this post.
warnings: afab!reader, pet names (baby, good girl), praise, reader is terrified of mikey LOL but warms up pretty fast, minor angst, pining, not implied kaku x reader, hes just mentioned cus i love him. 
wc: 2.2k
a/n:i couldn’t get this song out of my head after i heard it and i thought it fit bonten!mikey so well. he’s so sad. TnT. i really wanted to write pt 2 of mikey’s part also, so this is purrfect!! may be a bit ooc, but idc. soft bonten!mikey ftw!!! this almost stayed sfw but i am nothing but a wh*re. a one track mind. anyways. soft… this is so soft. please love hims. ):
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mikey has seen it all before, how could he not, when he holds the world in his hands? when one single command could ruin someone’s life, could set destruction wherever he wanted. each day comes and goes, routine settling deep in his bones. there’s no spark behind his eyes, hollow and empty. but he’s pretty like a seashell, fragility hiding behind the dark shadow of himself. 
mikey didn’t think much when you were hired, wasn’t sure why he hired you anyway. but takeomi had insisted, have a pretty girl to take some of the burden off. but you ended up becoming less of his secretary and more of bonten’s secretary. and he found himself getting attached watching you flit around the headquarters like some maid. “ran, do you need help with that?” or “i’ll take the paperwork, don’t worry, kokonoi!” or “could someone please bring a warm tea up to mochi’s office?” 
you maneuvered your way into all of them, gentle touches and even gentler wordings ringing in their ears like a song. you were available, physically and maybe sometimes emotionally, but you stayed at arm’s length and mikey knew why. simply put, you were afraid. afraid of getting too close, afraid that you were disposable like the random grunts who pissed haru off. but you were especially afraid of mikey, all of them would kill or order someone to be killed without a single hesitation, but who did they bow down to? their king, who they all followed dutifully. high above the king reigned supreme, and who were you but a simple pawn? 
so you decided to drown in the work mikey gave you, heart hammering whenever he came too close. you needed this job, you needed to sustain yourself, you didn’t want to run back home, no you couldn’t run back home. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t put anyone you cared about in danger, not your parents nor your friends, knowing you stayed just a few feet away from the most dangerous men in Japan.
you had finished your work for today, finally done going through hours of mind-numbing paperwork. mikey had asked you to stay in late tonight and you had done just that, scrolling mindlessly on your phone waiting for your boss to come back. a means to distract yourself, since you loathed when it was just the two of you. that’s why you ran around the building like mad for other members that didn’t ignite your fight or flight. you hated the way your hands trembled when the door opened, automatically opening your texts with kakucho, not like he would come to your aid if you asked, never one to disobey his boss.
with the click of a lock, your stomach was flipping in waves, little alarm bells ringing through your brain and the grip on your phone became a little bit tighter. you could see him in your peripheral, the same expression as always, soulless, desolate, empty. sighing, he walked over to your desk, white locks falling by his eyes. there’s something on his mind as he reaches your desk, picking up some of your things, little trinkets you had gotten one day when ran mentioned how empty your desk was. he turns them in his hand, one by one, looking them over before setting them down. 
“s-so,” you start, cutting through the silence, voice already shaky. “what’d you need from me, boss?” your hands start to move, one smoothing over your thigh, the other clicking the lock screen button on your phone repeatedly. 
he doesn’t respond, instead sauntering to the couch and plopping down. he motions you over, two fingers up curled on his right hand, and you obey, slowly and shakily moving over. you sit opposite of him, trying to keep a good distance. if he’s upset by it, you can’t tell, dark eyes staring at you. 
“i’m lonely.” he states, eyes trailing over you. your heart pounds at what he could be inferring, there’s no way, right? he’s never made a move on you before, it’s always been strictly business, besides he’s had you make dozens of calls to satisfy his urges before. 
“oh! do you want me to make a call? i think, um, i think one of your girls should be free tonight, no?” you open your phone, contact: kakucho still visible on the top of your screen. are you alright? it reads, not realizing you had sent a text earlier, i’m scared. 
he’s fast, snatching the device from your hands and throwing it to the floor, theres a few clacks as it bounces away. “i don’t want em.” you’re trembling, chest heaving, as he’s the closest he’s ever been, leaning into you as you try to back away. your body reacts on its own, shrinking down into the plush cushions. you brace yourself, waiting for him to start grasping at your clothes, but he doesn’t. 
instead, one hand wraps around your wrist and gently tugs, “could.. you pretend you’re not scared of me? just for tonight?” his voice is so soft, whispery, and the hand around your wrist shakes lightly, like he’s the one who’s cornered.
you blink at him, there’s something in his eyes. something desperate and lonely, something that begs you to say yes. it melts away at your shaky core. just for tonight. you nod before adding, “i’ll try.” 
he moves closer still and you steady yourself, deep breaths to make sure you don’t flinch. “just pretend i’m kakucho or somethin’,” he mumbles, sinking his face into the crook of your neck. you blush, it’s not like you were into kakucho, he just made you feel comfortable. 
you’re still unsure what tonight will actually lead to, but you find yourself relaxing slightly in his arms. maybe it’s because you don’t have to do anything but stay there, in the embrace of a broken king.
“can i kiss you?” he asks, lips grazing your neck. 
“where?” you gulp, a hint of that cruddy feeling in your stomach, clammy hands fiddling with the fabric of his shirt. 
“here,” he breathes, pausing at your pulse-point. 
you mull it over, but just for a moment, before you mumble out a shaky, “okay.” 
he presses down and the kiss is soft, slow, and sweet. each time you anticipate that there will be something more, something harsh or heavy, there never is. every time he moves he asks again, “is it okay here?” and you say yes, over and over, as many times as he wants. 
eventually, your hands stop trembling with fear, but want. each time his lips hover over a new spot you find yourself breathing out a yes before he even asks. one of your absent minded hands card through the tresses of his hair, as he moves a hand to the top button of your dress shirt. 
“can i?” he asks, glancing up at you, a red tint on his cheeks. when you nod he seems to relax a bit as he slowly unbuttons your top revealing your bra underneath.
his hands ghost your exposed skin and you blush under his burning gaze. “you’re so beautiful.” his hands continue trailing, stopping at your waistband. “can-“ 
“yes,” you breathe, “you can.” it comes with an air of finality, the essence of letting go of your fear in return for what you desire. behind those cold, coal eyes, you think you see a spark, a dimly lit fire in the darkness of his soul. 
he’s a little bit faster, only slightly, wanting to relish in the way you’re under him as he slips the rest of your clothing off, slick cunt on display. you react to every touch, a whimper escaping your lips when he flits his fingers over your clit. 
he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. it’s tender, deep, and needy. he keeps kissing you as he slips one finger in, the gasp from your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue in. he inserts another, loving the way you arch up into him, messy tongues sliding over each other. he groans into you, feeling the way your needy cunt is already twitching on him, scissoring you open for later. 
“mikey..” you sigh in between kisses, drool running down the side of your mouth, “please,” grinding your hips into his hand. he pulls his hand out to undress himself and you whine, trying to find something to grind onto. he thinks you’re a greedy little thing, but it’s better than when you shy away from him, much better in fact. 
when he’s done, he hooks your legs up around his waist, giving his leaky cock a few pumps. he scans your face one more time as he lines up with your entrance, waiting to see if you’d tell him to stop. he would if you wanted him to, but you give no indication, instead watching his cock with pretty, wanting eyes. 
like before, he’s slow as he pushes in, the tightness of your pussy around his cock has his mind spinning. for you, it’s a little uncomfortable, the stretch being something you never get used to no matter who it is, but the gentleness and earlier prep has you melting into him. as he bottoms out, hips flush with yours, he presses his forehead to yours before leaning in for another kiss. 
he stills for a bit, eyes shut, savoring the feel of your wet, tight cunt. how long has he wanted you? if he thinks about it, probably since the day he met you. 
“mikey?” you ask, and he snaps his eyes open. you’re so pretty, he thinks, as even prettier words leave your mouth. “p-please fuck me already.” 
you mewl into him as he starts to move, steady rolls of his hips into yours sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. he pants as he glances down, watching your greedy hole suck him in. 
“you feel so good,” he groans, “like you were fucking made for me.” using a particular harsh slam to punctuate his sentence.
your toes curl as the wet slap of skin reverberates throughout the room, before you’re putting your arms around him to tug him close, nails digging into his back. 
“you close, baby? gonna cum for me?” he murmurs into your ear, feeling you clench down on him. “you like that? you wanna be mine? want me to fill you up everyday, so everyone knows whose pussy this belongs to?”  he’s rambling now, eyes squeezed shut as your tight cunt continues to twitch on his cock. 
“yeah,” you babble back, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over, “‘m wanna be yours, want you to fuck me everyday,” he’s so deep and fills you up so well, you can’t help but want this. “f-fuck, mikey, i’m cumming!” you gasp, clamping down and creaming all over him, body shaking as you whimper into his neck to ride out your high. 
“good girl,” he groans, “such a good job, baby.” it’s sort of dream-like for him, the way you moan and whine as he fucks you makes him want to keep going. but the continuous twitch of your walls has his hips stuttering out as he fills you up, hot white ropes of seed washing over your walls. he collapses on you, head buried in your neck, wrapping his arms snugly around you. 
its quiet as the two of you bask in the afterglow, save for the ring of your phone. you peek over and squeak, trying to move mikey off of you, “ah, it’s kakucho, he’s-“ 
mikey places a finger on your lips, brows knit with a pout on his face as he presses hard down on you to keep you in place. it’s foreign to see your boss look so childlike, but it’s pretty cute, your heart fluttering at the sight. “you didn’t pretend earlier, so you’re not allowed to mention him now.” he grumbles, and you tilt your head to the side wondering what he’s talking about. 
“just pretend i’m kakucho or somethin’”. 
“o-oh,” you stammer when the realization hits. “right.” you stare at the ceiling, wondering how you ended up in such a predicament, not too long ago you couldn’t even be within the same room as him without panicking. now, you’re in his arms, skin to skin with his seed inside you, your cheek resting on his head. you don’t notice the absentminded stroke of your hand on the small of his back. 
but mikey does and is once again struck by how someone as gentle as you wormed their way into the worst crime syndicate. he’s not sure if it’s love, but it’s probably something close. he’s like putty in your arms, unwilling and unable to pull out, even as you shift your legs to find a comfier position. 
“let me stay here,” he mumbles, drowsiness taking over his limbs. “just for tonight, you can hate me again tomorrow.” but you know it’s not just for tonight anymore. there will be tomorrow night or maybe it’ll be next week, but you know you’ll find yourself in his arms again.
“i never…” you mumble, frowning, you want to say you’ve never hated him. you were just afraid, but the words don’t come out stuck on your tongue. 
“don’t worry about it.” he yawns and you nod, it’s so different right now. you’re afraid to say anymore and ruin the atmosphere. 
mikey has seen it all, but he thinks that the view of you is the best he's seen. it’s quiet again and he stays on you, in you, as the gentle rise of your chest lulls him to sleep. 
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P: Koushi Sugawara x Fem!Reader
S: He sees you during a practice when you walk in with the team manager, late. What he doesn’t expect is to see you standing at the corner of a volleyball court for his games with a red flag in hand, and fall head over heels.
W: mild cursing, cute fluff, lack of knowledge about japanese school system + volleyball, haikyuu spoilers, VERY rushed, possible inaccuracy (i havent watched the show in two years)
N: I do scorekeeping during the volleyball season so I thought this was a cute thing to incorporate with one of the sweetest boys in the series. If the ending seems rushed, it is; I just needed to get something out of my drafts. L/N means last name, Y/N is your first name; this is in order to specify formalities. Apologies for anything that seems incorrect.
please interact if you enjoy!
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Your eyes just begin to flutter shut as the teacher writes lines and numbers on the chalkboard, the sound of it soothing to your ears and almost making you doze off, only for the bell to ring and dismiss you for cleaning time.
You don’t really pay attention when you wipe down the boards or sweep the floors, outside sounds drowned out by your own thoughts while you do your unspoken assigned job that everyone is aware of, which is how you manage to not bump into people.
The classroom door opens as you finish cleaning, the rest of the girls in your ‘group’ leaving while the boys gawk at your friend standing by the entrance. “Y/N, come with me. The team has practice and I need someone to testify why I’m late.” You nod, tossing an eraser into the bucket by the teacher’s desk.
“Hey, put this back!” A boy shouts, him goofing off earlier and getting barely any work done. “You can put it back when you’re done. I have work to do.” You say, shutting the door swiftly before walking to the gym with Kiyoko. It would make sense for her to come to you to be a witness for her tardiness, since you could come up with lies on the spot that people were gullible enough to believe.
The whole practice stops at the sound of the gym doors opening, Kiyoko holding the door open for you to follow behind. One of the coaches, seemingly, yelled from where he was in the gym at the two of you. “Where’ve you been? You interrupted practice!” Kiyoko looks down at the floor, a small pang of guilt hitting you seeing her embarrassment. “She had to do a make up test before clean up! Cut her some slack!” Your voice booms, the coach wanting to say something but going back to doing his job, as if he was intimidated.
Sure, there were still a few eyes on you; you could sense it, but you couldn’t care less since your friend muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ before she began to focus on the practice rather than the gym floor.
The sound of squeaky shoes and intense running and hitting filled the gym, along with the occasional cheer, call, or scream. Then came water break, Kiyoko getting up and passing the boys their bottles, which impressed you given the fact she knew who’s bottle belonged to who and what they looked like. Some of them didn’t even have names written on.
“Could you pass me that bottle?” A boy asks, standing in front of you with a finger pointed at a bottle that was practically prone to knocking over. You wonder why he wouldn’t grab it himself, but then remembered misinterpretation if someone were to look over at a certain angle. He mutters a ‘thanks’ with a smile, wiping his sweat off with a towel that hung around his neck. “Watch this for me?” You nod at his request, someone yelling right after.
“Oi, Suga! Stop flirting with the girl and get back on the court!” The boy with the shaved head yells, Suga’s face going slightly red as his teammates giggle while he runs back to his position.
To be fair, he seemed like a nice guy, being wary of your personal space and asking you to grab something rather than having you assume that he was going to touch you inappropriately. A small act that you held onto before remembering you had to go home.
Suga saw you whisper something to Kiyoko, handing her his bottle before you left the gym. He talked to her before leaving, the feeling he used to get while being able to talk to her not sending his heart racing. “She had to go home.”
“Then how come she came with you?”
“I needed an excuse since I was late.”
She handed him his water bottle before helping the juniors to take down the nets. Tanaka scared him once everyone was back in their club room, patting his older teammate on the back a little too hard before slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Lucky bastard! Did ya’ flirt with her?”
Her, being Kiyoko. “No. She just gave me my water bottle.”
“The bottle the other girl watched for you, huh? She must’ve gotten bored not seeing you on the court.”
“She’s pretty. No wonder she’s friends with Shimizu.” Asahi chimed, the door opening to reveal the juniors standing there, tired. “Are you guys talking about L/N?” The seniors look at Hinata, befuddled. “You know her?” Daichi asks. “I run into her sometimes at Sakanoshita. She’s usually talking to Coach there.”
“What do they talk about? How do you even know her name?” Suga asks, tidying up his things. “I overheard him say L/N. At least, I think that’s her name. Apparently she’s been doing volleyball related things outside of school, and Coach asks her about it. Teams, players, I don’t remember what else.” Tsukishima scoffs. “What are you, some kind of stalker?” Hinata fumes and tries to pounce on the blonde before being held back by Tanaka.
“I haven’t seen her on the girls team. What could she be doing?” Daichi ponders aloud, bag slinging over his shoulder. “I pass by her sometimes, and I have a class or two with her, but she doesn’t speak unless spoken to.” Suga says.
“You haven’t said hi?” Asahi stands by the door with Daichi, waiting for his other friend. “Today was a lucky circumstance.” Suga slings his bag in over his shoulder, leaving the room last out of the three of them.
“Suga’s got a thing for Kiyoko’s friend!” Tanaka yells, the last thing that Suga hears before the door shuts behind them.
He sighs, his two friends giggling for a reason he was too tired to decipher.
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“How’s my team? Pretty good, yeah?” Ukai asked as you look a long sip from your milk carton, shrugging. “I’ll see you at your match against Tokonami.” He cocks an eyebrow, wondering how you know their opponent. “You’re on the sheet?” You shake your head, the sound of the door of the shop sliding open, followed by Ukai yelling out a loud greeting. “Flag. I’m not cheating you guys points for free meat buns.”
Ukai’s eyes move from you to the person who just entered. “Skipped breakfast again, Suga?” Your eyes widen at the name, head turning to see him standing right beside you, waiting. “Couldn’t pack anything for later, and I’m busy during lunch break.” Suga says before noticing you leaning over the counter. He lets out a sheepish ‘hi’ with a bow before you bow back, exchanging some cash for his lunch.
“Suga.” Ukai calls, the boy’s head perking up at the sound of his name. “Take L/N with you. She’s gonna be late to school again because she keeps ‘forgetting to keep track of the time’.” Sarcasm slips off Ukai’s tongue as he makes fun of you, your mouth spewing one-sided insults back at him as you follow Suga out of the shop.
It’s mostly an awkward silence for the first few minutes of the walk, the urge to drown yourself in your own thoughts there, but something’s holding you back from doing it. “How are you so close with Coach?” Suga asks. The formality being used off the court surprises you, but it’s probably better than just calling him Ukai.
“He found out I worked in volleyball games outside of school. It’s all we ever talk about, really.” Suga’s head perks up. “You play?” The question has you struggling to answer. “Not necessarily. I’ll be at your Interhigh match.” The lack of detail makes him want to ask about you more, but is worried that he’d be prying if he were to ask.
“Do you have practice after school today? Kiyoko might ask me to go with her again.” The boy nods with a closed lip smile. “How come you left early?” Suga asked, the answer Shimizu gave lacking detail. “The invite was… sudden. I had plans and couldn’t stay for long. I would’ve stayed for a little bit longer.” You half-lie. “And you’re coming? Today?” Suga confirms. This time you nod, approaching the gates of the school.
“I’ll see you then?” He says, half question half statement. “Yeah. See you.”
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“Suga!” You walk up to him in the halls, seeing him with two boys you also saw at his practice; one with short hair and the other with his tied up. “I had an extra and I know you didn’t pack lunch, so…” You hand him a bottle of ice tea, the gesture making your face heat up unknowingly to your peer. He smiles, taking it from you.
“Thanks, L/N. I needed this. I have to talk to these two for the rest of break.” He gestures to his friends, who you now realize they’ve been looking at you the whole time. “That’s what you’re so busy with?” Suga shrugs, taking a sip from the bottle. “Duty calls.” He jokes, bowing before retreating into the mostly empty room behind him.
The run-in has Daichi and Asahi pestering their friend about you later that day before practice. “She knew you didn’t have lunch? And she had a whole extra bottle of tea? No way this wasn’t planned.” Daichi exclaimed, Suga chuckling at his friend. “We ran into each other this morning. She was talking to Coach, and she’s watching our game next week.”
“Eh?! Did you invite her?” Asahi asks, surprised at Suga’s supposed boldness. “She said she works in volleyball games, whatever that means.” The gym doors open to reveal the antennae being set up, you at the farther end. Coach Ukai was at the other, adjusting the height before hooking it on to the bottom of the net.
“L/N!” Suga calls, sending you a wave when you look his way. You wave back, double checking the antennae before going to check the other, sliding it down a little bit. “You set it up all by yourself?” He asks. “Mostly. I came a little earlier since I had nothing else to do after cleaning. Kiyoko and Ukai came in after I set up the poles.”
You hand him his bottle. “Kiyoko told me to refill this for you.” He takes a quick sip from the bottle before responding. “Thanks. Where is she, anyways?” You shrug. “Refilling the rest. I don’t know why she only gave me yours.” Suga lets out a soft chuckle, giving you a pat on the shoulder before putting it down on the bench.
“What the hell was that, Suga?” Daichi sneers, letting out a laugh at the end. “I don’t know, it just happened! Impulse decision?” Asahi pat his grey haired friend on the shoulder mockingly, Suga brushing his friend’s hand off. “Stop that.” He muttered.
“What are they laughing about?” Kiyoko says after coming out of nowhere, startling you after standing behind you since who knows when. “I don’t know.” You answer, sitting down on the bench with your friend after the boys go on the court. “Have you ever thought about managing?” Kiyoko asks, eyes focused on the boys warming up.
“I have. I’d be too busy; it’d conflict with my work schedule, you know that. Besides, we’re both graduating this year and asking me to manage seems… pointless.” She lets out a sigh that seems to drown out Ukai’s yelling. “I know. I’m… struggling a little bit to find someone to replace me.” You give her a nudge. “Have you talked to the first years yet?” She shakes her head. “Only second. I should’ve thought of that first.”
“Damn right, you should’ve.” You mutter.
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Days pass by and the Tokonami match approaches; you stand by the scoresheet desk as you clip your hair up, the bag for the flags on the ground by your feet. You sign the sheet, sitting on the bench wondering why the teams haven’t arrived when it’s 10 minutes to warm up time.
“Y/N!” Someone calls, attention drawn to Kiyoko and the Karasuno team standing by the open doors. You wave at each other, the down referee talking to you for a moment just long enough to have your school’s team situated at their bench when you turned back around. “I thought spectators were supposed to be up there?” She jokes, making you roll your eyes. “I am working right now, okay? Some of us have jobs, Kii.” Your friend is pulled aside to talk to the down ref.
“L/N? Shouldn’t you be in the stands?” Suga asks, slightly confused. “I’m working. I’m doing line judge for your game.” You explain. “Do you do the sheet as well?” You nod. “Sometimes, yeah. I can be qualified as a referee next year.” Suga’s face lights up. “Really? That’s so cool!”
His reaction has you a little bit flustered. “I-It’s nothing, really…” You cross your arms, cringing at your stutter.
“No, really, it is! How much do you get paid?”
“Around 16 hundred per hour.” (¥1600 = ~$16)
“That’s pretty good.”
“Right?”
You notice Hinata and his friend prepare for an attack, but everything happens so fast. One second the ball is set and the other the ball hits the ground with a hard, loud smack. It makes you jump. You haven’t seen a quick attack like that before. “What the hell?” You mutter. Suga chuckles, looking at you. “You haven’t seen them do it in practice?”
“I was talking to Kiyoko the whole time and I space out easily, okay? Jesus, man, what year are they in?”
“First.”
“First?!”
Your reaction makes Suga laugh, the whole conversation seeming one-sided now as all he responds with is giggles. “You’re telling me they’re first years managing to do shit like that?!” He’s struggling to contain his laughter. “Hey,” he snickers, “watch your language or you’re gonna get fired!”
“I don’t think anyone really cares.”
“Suga! We’re warming up!” The shaved headed boy calls. “You can talk to your girlfriend after we win!” The libero teases. “Sorry about them. I’ve gotta–“
“Suga?”
“Hm?”
You send him two thumbs up. “Good luck!”
He smiles. “Thank you.”
The down ref eyes both of you. “Is he your boyfriend? I hope you won’t be cheating off points.”
“God, no, why does everyone think that?”
The ref blows the whistle after a few more minutes of warming up, signaling for the teams to get off the court. You unwrap the flag, waving it around. You wave it up, then down with a loud snap just to test it out. Luckily, the other games hadn’t started yet, so you wouldn’t get scolded by the ref before the game even begun. Giving a high five to the other line judge, you walk onto the court.
The ball is hit onto Karasuno’s side of the court, but your flag is raised, a finger pointing at the antennae still wiggling in the air. The point goes to your school after the ref gives you a nod.
The game progresses, for almost every time Tokonami hit the ball on your side of the court, your flag went up. They hit a few line shots, but they still couldn’t catch up, your school dominating and winning both sets straight. To see the quick attack again was… quite exhilarating. It always caught you off guard despite seeing it played multiple times and it being the main source of points.
Signing off on the sheet, you catch up with your school’s team, scaring Kiyoko by pouncing on her out of nowhere, giving her a tight hug. You let go of her and see your other friend lurking behind you. “Suga!” You give him a double high five, which he returns before giving him a hard pat on the back. “You did it!” You cheer, not noticing the gentle grip he has on your wrists since you were practically flailing around. It was the first win of your school you’ve seen in a while, so this was a valid reason to be so excited.
And it was a damn good game too.
“Are you watching the other games? I’m doing sheet for another match.” He shakes his head, which makes you slightly disappointed. “Will you be at the next game?” He asks, you nodding with a grin. The moment you realize he was holding your wrists, you panic and come up with some sort of excuse. “I’ll see you then, I gotta go. Bye.” You murmur quickly, unsure if he heard.
The team leaves the gym, Suga catching up with his coach. “Is she always like that? She isn’t usually so… jumpy.” He says, not wanting to be rude. “L/N’s like that when she sees good games. Gets her all pumped. It’s like… the energy flows off the court and out into the crowd, y’know? Maybe it’s because it’s her school’s first win she’s seen in a while.”
“Are you saying we played good today, Coach?” Daichi asks. Ukai pauses for a moment.
“You did good today, but we can be better.”
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“Come on, man, just do it!” Tanaka encourages.
“You have a perfectly valid reason to offer it as well!” Nishinoya adds.
“I don’t really know if I should trust the two most hopeless romantics on the team.” Suga says. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” One of them yells, the club door opening. “What’s going on?” Ennoshita asks, trailing beside Daichi. “Suga wants to ask L/N on a date.” Nishinoya teases, making kissy noises until his teammate hits him on the head. “I’m kinda worried about Y– L/N. She usually walks with Shimizu but since she left early, she has to walk home alone.”
“Then Suga wants to walk her home and profess his undying love on the way!” Tanaka jokes. “‘Oh, L/N, I love you sooo much!’” Nishinoya mocks, the second years laughing before Suga knocks them both on the head. “To be fair, Suga, you do make it quite obvious that you’re attracted to her.” Daichi chuckles, packing his bag. “I do?”
“Ever since the Date Tech match, you two have been talking a lot and you tend to freeze up sometimes when she smiles.” Asahi points out, unintentionally embarrassing his friend. “I do not!” He denies, rummaging through his bag for a new shirt. “Suga, you froze last practice when you two looked at each other and you missed the set.” Daichi says. Tanaka and Nishinoya snicker, Suga glaring at the two.
“Suga, you left your water on the–“ Multiple shirtless men stare at you after you open the door, immediately slamming it shut.
Embarrassment and heat rushes to your face. To think that your eyes immediately darted to Suga, who was also shirtless, first thing? Absolutely humiliating. The one time you decide not to knock, you walk in on your friend half naked. What are the chances? You’ve seen other teams shirtless, so why should you care? It wasn’t that big of a deal so why were you blushing?
Your hands cover your face, the warmth of it making you realize how flustered you are. “L/N, are you okay?” Hinata asks, noticing you curled up into a ball on the ground by the club door. You give him a thumbs up, not looking at any of the first years that followed behind him. You get up, brushing yourself off and letting the cool air calm you down.
The door opens again, Suga looking back inside the room and saying something before his eyes land on you. “Y/N.” He mutters to himself. “I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked first!” You apologize, bowing profusely until his hand rests on the top of your head. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. Though, it’s the first time I’ve ever seen someone so… flustered.” He says calmly, chuckling awkwardly at the end, the blush on your cheeks growing just as it was starting to go away.
You hand him his water bottle, which he accepts with a smile, taking a quick drink before asking you something. “Um…” He hums, bringing your attention back to him. He looks nervous, as if he’s trying to say something but can’t seem to get the words out. “Well, Shimizu usually walks with you but since she left, I don’t want you walking in the dark alone and–“
“Yeah, sure.”
“Huh?”
“You can walk with me. I was actually gonna ask you but… I chickened out.” The fact that both of you had thought of the same thing relieved Suga a little bit. “How’d you know I was gonna ask?” He asks, descending the stairs of the club rooms with you. “Sometimes you make things very obvious, Suga.”
“I do?”
“Well, obvious for people that are smart enough.”
You gesture to yourself with a grin, your friend laughing. “I hope you do well against Aoba Johsai. Oikawa keeps flirting with me and Kiyoko despite being scared off repeatedly.” A pang of jealousy hits Suga for a split second, followed by curiosity. “Who scares him off? The coach?” You shake your head. “I do. Sometimes the referee steps in, and all he does is stare at him until he runs off.”
The image of the referee giving Oikawa a death stare makes Suga laugh. You open your phone after it buzzes, seeing a text message from your mom; a message that said she left for work already and that there was food on the table to be reheated.
You catch Suga looking at your phone, closing it shut. “I don’t have a lot of people in my contacts, so there’s nothing interesting that you can snoop on.” He laughs, an idea popping into his head. “Can I have your number?” He asks. Though a friendly question, you think more of it and decide to raise the stakes. “If you win against Aoba Johsai, I’ll give you my number.”
“Really? What if we don’t?”
You shrug.
“Who knows.”
Suga pauses for a moment.
“Deal.”
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The rally for victory continues and seems never-ending, the sight of your school so determined nearly distracting you from your job. The score is way too close, with your school behind by one. 31 to 32.
Oikawa suddenly yells as Hinata prepares for his attack; three men on Aoba Johsai jump with their arms up, to change routes around the block being too late. A loud smack reverberates off Hinata’s hand and off the hands of the blockers, bouncing off their hand and onto the ground, where three other players lay in the ground as they failed to keep it in play.
Loud screams erupt from Johsai’s side of the gym, though all you can focus on is your school’s side of the court, the shock nearly making you drop your flag. The referee has to remind you to move to the other side for the teams to line up, the slip of paper in your pocket nearly tearing with how tight your grip is on it.
You borrow the scoresheet’s pen and quickly write down a note on your slip, signing the sheet after. You’re so overwhelmed by the upset that you don’t notice that you’re crying until you spend a long time in the bathroom trying to comprehend what just happened, staring at yourself in the mirror for longer than you thought. Some girls passed by, most of them asking if you were okay, and you only nodded, knowing that you’d start crying again if you tried to speak.
You left the bathroom feeling empty from letting that all out, deciding to leave the gymnasium entirely since you didn’t have anymore games to do. Running into Aoba Johsai now would be a really bad idea.
While walking mindlessly, you see a familiar jacket and a bunch of blonde hair entering a building. You stop at the door about to enter when you realize they managed to get in before the place was even open. Suddenly, the door slides open, an old woman greeting you and welcoming you in, though you deny her offer and instead ask her to get Ukai to come outside. For a split second, you notice the team crying silently as they eat, tears flowing down their face as they stuff their faces with mounds and mounds of food.
Ukai steps out, shutting the door before sighing. “How’d you find us? Nevermind that, do you wanna eat? It’s on me.” You shake your head, the words you want to say stuck in your throat. “Were you crying?” Ukai points out, this time you shake your head harder, fed up. “Could you just give this to Suga for me? Please?” You hand him the slip from earlier, all crumpled from holding it in a closed fist in your pocket, as well as a bottle of the same ice tea you gave him a while ago.
“Can’t ‘ya just do it yourself? I thought you two were already going out.” You hit him over and over until he agrees. “Ouch, ow– okay, I’ll give it to him! Geez, are you sure you don’t wanna eat?” You nod, bowing before you leave.
Ukai waits until the entire team finishes eating and leaves the restaurant to catch up with him. “Suga.” The boy turns around, looking at his coach. “L/N said to give this to you.” Suga’s eyes widen at the bottle, taking it eagerly. Ukai drops the slip of paper into Suga’s other hand before giving him a pat on the back.
Suga is seated next to Asahi on the bus, the ace staring out the window mindlessly at the sky. The paper had writing on it, he noticed after unfolding it.
You did a great job today. I’m proud of you.
He flips the slip over to see a phone number, realizing that it’s yours.
He never opened his contacts so quickly.
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“Kiyoko, what are we waiting for?” You ask her, as both of you have been standing outside the open gym doors for what felt like forever. “I found a new manager. She should be here by now.” You drag her inside. “I’m sure she knows where to go, we should just sit down.”
“L/N!” Someone calls, that person jumping onto you and hugging you tight. “Hitoka?! What are you doing here!?” She lets go, looking at Kiyoko and freezing for a second. “Shimizu offered for me to become a volleyball club manager, and I said yes because I didn’t really have any club activities.” She half-lies, unbeknownst to you.
“To be honest, I didn’t really know you came here…” You mutter, Hitoka overhearing and pouting a little. “Well… we lost contact over the years, but I think our parents still talk a little. My mom told me you went here but I haven’t been able to find you.” She laughs awkwardly.
“You two know each other?” Kiyoko asks. “I used to babysit her when her mom went to work; we were really close when we were younger.” You ruffle Hitoka’s hair. “L/N, are you a manager too?” You shake your head. “I just come to watch. Kiyoko drags me here.” She gives you a playful nudge. “You come here to gawk at Sugawara whenever he’s on the court. I’ve caught you staring at him while he’s shirtless.”
“Shut up, I do not! You said that so loud!” Your face goes red as you playfully hit your friend, who’s laughing at you. Only then do you realize the amount of eyes on you, luckily Suga’s not being one of them. You nudge Kiyoko while Hitoka stands behind you, peeking out while your friend introduces their new manager.
The new manager squeaks and turns away, catching you off guard. “Hitoka, are you okay?” You look at whatever made her look away, regretting it instantly. Of course it had to be the boys shirtless, changing out of their school uniforms. including your... friend? It wasn’t until then that you remembered what happened last time, this time focusing on the ground.
“Y/N has a really big crush on Sugawara.” Kiyoko teases.
“Shut up.”
“You know that I’m not wrong.”
“And I hate that you’re right.”
It was true; you did have somewhat of a thing for your… friend. Who could blame you, you two hung out a lot ever since their loss to Aoba Johsai. He’s sweet, caring, and has one hell of an athletic bod. Not that you looked at him on purpose, it was always an accident.
Majority of the time it was an accident.
“Can I look now?” Hitoka asks, Kiyoko confirming with a laugh as the other manager turns around.
“Y/N, can you hold this?” Suga suddenly hands you his sweatshirt he always wears out of nowhere. One second he was on one side of the gym and the next he’s right in front of you. “Were you planning to wear that the whole practice?” You laugh, beginning to fold it instinctively. “I was cold.” He says before running back to his warm up partner. You turn and see Kiyoko staring at you. “Since when were you two on a first name basis?” She says with a smirk on her face. “First off, no one calls him by his first name and second, like… a few weeks ago? He said it by accident but I was fine with it.”
“Sugawara wouldn’t stop showing us the note you gave him at the practice you didn’t come to. He’s in love with you.”
The image of him seemingly so excited made your face go warm.
“I’m literally going to make Ukai fire you.”
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“Suga! L/N not with you?” Daichi greets his friend, a bit surprised by your absence. “She’s with Shimizu right now. She’ll catch up with exam scores later.” Immediate worry rushes to the captain. “I really hope that Hinata and Kageyama pass…” He says, hand planted on his forehead. The other two third years remembered about the training camp, also hoping the same thing.
“I’m sure we did fine. As for the youngins…” Suga cuts himself off, not really having an answer for his statement. “What if they all fail and they can’t come to the training camp?” Asahi’s face darkens, Suga whacking him on the head. “There you go again! Negative goatee!”
“Suga, you seemed really excited talking about the scores. You’re usually worried and have your fingers crossed half the time.” Daichi points out, observing his friend’s content demeanour. “Well, Y/N kinda raised the stakes for me in a way…” His friends cock an eyebrow, intrigued. “Did she bribe you?” The captain asks, a hint of anger in his tone.
“No, no, it’s nothing like that! It’s just… I kind of told her I liked her during one of our study sessions.” His friends’ mouths hang slightly open, yelling almost a little too loud. “And you were gonna tell us this when?!” Daichi shakes him by the shoulders, Asahi trying to intervene. “What did she say?” The ace stops Daichi’s freak out to let Suga speak.
“She said that if I passed all my exams, she’ll start going out with me.” Asahi pats his friend on the back with a smile. “You got this in the bag, Suga! You’ve passed every year with flying colours!” It surprised Suga a little bit, seeing him so positive about his love life. “I don’t know if I should be more surprised about your boldness or the fact that you two have been studying together.” Daichi interrupts, eyeing Suga.
“I asked her first. She’s a good teacher.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re practically in love with her.” Asahi teases.
“Maybe, but I’ve passed all my exams so far, so I’m not wrong.”
“Is it a habit of hers to keep betting on things like this?” Daichi asks, remembering the Aoba Johsai phone number occasion. “I see it as a motivational thing.” Suga says, his friends sighing, both of them saying the same thing. “Of course you do…”
Time ticks and the bell rings, Suga anxiously waiting in his seat for his name to be called. He practically rushes up to the front when it does, almost embarrassingly fast, his classmates wondering how one could not be nervous. College preparatory exams surely had much more pressure put on them.
The passing grade is 40 points, majority of Suga’s exams within 75-86 points. The glee he had on his face showing you all his papers made you blush, knowing he wanted this as much as you did. Hard work came with small, celebratory moments.
“Welcome in!” Ukai yells at the sound of the door sliding open, pausing at the sight of both of you laughing. “L/N! Suga! How were exams?” You hold up your paper, a large 87 written in red in the corner. “I beat him by one.” Suga playfully shoves you, showing Ukai his score of 86. “So you’ll be coming to the training camp! Sorry, L/N, team only.” You shrug. “Obviously. Did anybody fail on your team?” You ask Suga, him shaking his head.
“No, not that I know of. Daichi probably does, but I didn’t see him after lunch.”
“That’s because you came looking for me first thing and not your teammates.”
Ukai eyes both of you, sensing something but not saying anything of it. “You two are here for the meat buns, I assume.” Both of you nod, Ukai denying your payment, saying it was a reward for doing well. You end up shoving your cash down his hoodie, dragging Suga out the shop with you.
“Old man is so persistent…” You mutter, Suga laughing before beginning to eat. “Suga… when you told me you liked me, and when I placed our relationship on the line, I had faith in you.” He swallows, looking confused. “What do you mean?” You take a bite of your own bun before you answer. “You’re a smart kid, Suga. I knew you were going to pass regardless of the bet.”
“So you’re saying the whole bet thing was already you saying yes? That you’d go out with me?”
You nod. “See, you’re smart. But I do have one thing I want between us.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t really want anybody else to know about this yet. Are you okay with keeping this between us?” Suga suddenly remembers telling his friends about the whole bet during lunch; the only thing he can do now is pray and hope that they somehow forget about it.
“Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
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As if God was watching over him, Asahi and Daichi quite literally forgot about the whole bet, but only remembered the part where Suga said that he confessed his feelings to you. When asked about it, he didn’t provide an answer and simply requested for them to keep it a secret.
He made it unintentionally sound like you rejected him, which, in Suga’s favour, made them assume you didn’t like him, which was surprising to them.
His phone buzzed, revealing a text from you.
Hi~! How’s the camp going?
He smiles to himself before responding.
We lost our match today :( Turns out Hinata and Kageyama had to take make up exams and they came late
Who drove them all the way to Tokyo?? ಠ_ಠ
Tanaka’s sister did. She’s a lifesaver.
Tell me if anyone is hitting on Kiyoko. I’ll kick their ass.
What if you get fired for that?
Technically it won’t be during my work hours, my reputation just might be ruined. I don’t mind.
You say all these things but never go through with them ( ̄^ ̄)ゞ
Because I’m not an idiot! I will probably kick someone’s ass if they tried to hit on Kiyoko though. Is Hitoka okay? Not… overwhelmed by the amount of boys?
( ̄▽ ̄) She’s okay. I’ll let her know you checked in.
“Who are you texting?” Bokuto peeks over Suga’s shoulder, Hinata going on his tip toes to look as well. “L/N. She was just checking in.” Realization dawns upon the Fukurodani player. “Ah, L/N! She was a line judge at one of my games! I wonder if she still remembers me.” Suga’s phone buzzes again, another message from you.
Have fun, okay? Don’t get too worked up, you’ll be forced to be friends with your opponents. Stay safe, take care \(^ω^)/<3
Suga tries to hide the giddiness that grows in him after he read your message.
Thank you~ Sleep well ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
“Suga, who are you texting? You’ve been smiling like an idiot this whole time.” Daichi sits down in front of him, beginning to eat. The giddiness has failed to hide and reached his face. “Um… no one in particular.” He lies, putting his phone back in his pocket. At this point Bokuto’s been messing around the cafeteria, being reprimanded by one of his managers.
“Don’t worry about it. My friend is just checking in.” The word ‘friend’ soon has him wondering what terms you two are on now. You two were still friends, but it was certainly something more than that. You were both going out, but was there a label he could put on it that made sense?
Every single day after training, he’d open his phone and check for a text from you. If there wasn’t any, he’d text you first. His team members had caught onto his behaviour, sometimes watching from outside the room for a bit before entering.
Asahi saw Nishinoya lurking outside their team room, staring through the window. “Noya, what are you doing?” He asks, a bit bothered. “Suga’s giggling at his phone right now. I think it’s kinda funny, so I’m watching from here.” Confusion is plastered on the ace’s face. “Why don’t you just go inside?”
“Because if I do, he’ll try to hold in his laughs and hide his face and it won’t be as funny!” Asahi sighs in disbelief that his friend would do something as ridiculous as this, but ends up watching with him, understanding why it was so interesting. Sometimes he’d burst out laughing or he just ends up giggling like a schoolgirl, all while staring at his phone.
Kiyoko stood at the other window with not as good of an angle of the inside, taking a dinky little picture of Suga smiling at his phone and sending it to you.
Look at what you’re doing to your little boyfriend.
The photo makes you equally giggle behind your own screen.
Is he really that excited to talk to me?
I think he’s been deprived of you for a bit. You should come here.
I’d get kicked out! And there is no way I’m getting my mom to drive me all the way to Tokyo to a camp that doesn’t allow visitors.
You’re gonna miss out on barbecue on the last day then.
Tempting, but no
Kiyoko are you just persuading me because you miss me~
I don’t. Your boyfriend does though
How is he?
Don’t you have his number? Ask him yourself
Woww so rude
^ - ^
He’ll make it without me, I’m sure. I’ve just been checking in
Yeah and he falls even more whenever he sees a text from you
Shouldn’t you be doing manager things right now? Get back to work (c" ತ,_ತ)
He’s getting all pouty now because you haven’t been responding
You ignore Kiyoko, opening Suga’s contact instead.
The show of your boyfriend’s fits of giggles continued, this time with a bigger audience watching from the outside windows.
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To say Suga missed you was a bit of an understatement. He practically needed to see you. The urge to hug you and spin you around in front of his team, look at you but decided to keep it on the low as you preferred, leaving his team at Sakanoshita when they decided to grab a quick snack from their coach.
He personally walked all the way to your house, standing outside your gate rather than ringing on the doorbell, pulling out his phone.
Y/N~ Are you awake yet?
Of course I am, it’s 4 in the afternoon…
You tend to take naps around this time though..(_ _).。o○
How was the bus ride? Are you home yet?
I’m outside
Outside? What do you mean?
Is it okay if I stay for a bit?
Almost immediately, the front door opens, the biggest smiles plastered on both of your faces. You don’t bother changing out of your slippers, running out the door, opening the gate and hugging him for the first time in what felt like ages.
“I missed you.” He says, the tension between the two of you growing. “I missed you too. You and your stupid grey hair and stupid face.” You pinch his cheek like a mom would, him wincing with a laugh. “Kiyoko sent a photo of you texting me.” His face drops, worried about what it was. “She said you were giggling and pouting at your phone. Do I really make you that excited?”
“Well, yeah, you’re my… girlfriend. I think. I don’t really know what terms we’re on.” You burst into laughter at his confusion. “I thought we already figured that out! I’ve been calling you my boyfriend all this time.” The formality echoes in Suga’s head. Boyfriend. He was your boyfriend. And you were his girlfriend.
“You never really said it in person… and you never mentioned it over text.” He defends, following you into your house. “Because you didn’t ask. But I guess I should’ve been more transparent about it.” You shrug, taking the blame. “I should’ve gotten you something from Sakanoshita… I was with the team for a bit but just decided to come here.”
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. My mom’s gonna ask you to stay for dinner anyways.”
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Keeping your relationship a secret was a bit challenging, yet every time you almost got caught, you played it off and it made you realize how naïve men really are.
You’ve managed to keep it hidden all the way up to the Shiratorizawa match, which impressed you, given how many times you nearly gave in to the urge of PDA.
When both schools began to warm up, Hinata and Kageyama’s quick sending gasps across the gym. Suga’s hands are clasped together, his teammates surrounding him as you watch the setter try to warm them up in a panic. You abandon the scoresheet desk, since you weren’t doing much other than small talk with the referee.
“Suga.” He sees you walking over to him, embarrassed but also confused. “Y/N, what are you–“ Your hands clasp over his for a moment, guiding both of them to his cheeks, which, as expected, are warm. Your hands still rest on top of his, pulling his face in for a quick peck on his forehead. “Good luck. You got this.” You let go, Suga’s face bright red and looking like a kettle about to boil over.
The rest of his teammates wail in surprise, surrounding him and asking an abundance of questions.
“What the hell was that?!”
“You two are dating!?”
“When were you going to tell us?”
Kiyoko’s mouth hangs slightly open at your bold move, following you as you move from their bench to the scoresheet desk. The down ref eyes you and #2 on Karasuno. “You aren’t going to shift the game because you two are going out, aren’t you?” The assumption has you rolling your eyes. “I’m not stupid, I’d get fired. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” You reassure, the ref shrugging.
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You leave the gym after holding in your tears for what felt like forever, eyes meeting with Suga’s first thing. You immediately burst into tears, head buried into his shoulder. “Oi, if you don’t stop, I’ll start crying again.” He laughs, making you pull away and wipe your face. “I’m sorry, I’m just… I’m so proud of you and your team. That spike was amazing.” His thumb strokes your cheek, pulling you in for another hug.
“As much as we are all astounded you two are finally going out… does Y/N need a ride?” Ukai interrupts, you responding with a nod.
The entire walk to the bus, you take pride in being able to hold your boyfriend’s hand without worrying about everything like you used to. The sight was certainly something the team would have to get used to, but it wasn’t horrible. Mostly.
They had a field day after Tanaka yelled out that you two were kissing in a bus full of tired teenage boys.
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beautiful stranger, catching my stare. it’s fate we collided right then, back there. 🎧
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allzelemonz · 2 years ago
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Dirty Rat: Micah Bell X Male Reader
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Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’, ‘man’, and ‘mister’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, Language Warnings: Micah Bell is his own warning, unestablished relationship, handjob, sex in water, sex in a lake, washing/bath, mild dirty talk Summary: Some of the men in camp don’t listen when Miss Grimshaw tells them to bathe. She asks you for some help in making sure they are somewhat clean.
Helping Pearson is a roulette. Whoever gets stuck with it is the unlucky one that has to listen to him tell his Navy stories and gripe about how the vegetables need to be cut evenly. Today that is you and you are closer to cutting his fingers off than ever before. It seems that no matter how you do it, it’s wrong to the old sailor. He takes pride in his work, nothing wrong with that, but it’s getting on your nerves when coupled with the heat of the day and the looming threat of Pinkertons. So when you’re done, you walk away fast.
“Mister, could I have a moment of your time.” Miss Grimshaw stops you before you get very far.
You take a breath, not wanting to lose your temper in front of the woman that keeps everyone’s shit together. “Yes, Miss Grimshaw. You need something?”
“Sorry to disturb you.” She folds her hand in front of her. “I was hoping you could speak to a few of the men for me.”
Your face twists into confusion. “Why?”
“They tend to listen to a man better than a woman it seems.” She sighs. “They are gettin’ too filthy to stand. They need baths and you seem to manage to wash yourself well enough.”
“You want me to handle that?” You ask.
“Just a few ‘a the boys that I missed.” She waves her hand dismissively. “The more stubborn ones.”
“Who are the stubborn ones?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.
“Mister Macguire, Mister Marston, and Mister Bell.”
You can’t help but laugh a little. “Sean? I might be able to get Sean, but John and Micah?”
“I can only mother ‘em so much, I think they need another young man to tell ‘em.”
You shake your head. “I don’t know, Miss Grimshaw.”
“You cannot tell me you wouldn’t appreciate them lookin’ a little more clean.”
A heat comes over you. “Now, Miss, I-”
She raises her hand to silence you. “I expect those boys to be clean by tomorrow, or I will be speakin’ with Dutch about that train job he’s been plannin’. I think he will find that he needs one less gun than he thinks.”
You bite the inside of your mouth, thinking. You like train jobs. Everyone likes train jobs. “Fine.” You say. “I will speak with them, Miss Grimshaw.”
“Clean.” She warns. “By tomorrow.”
She walks off towards the campfire, leaving you to wonder how to go about this. You decide to start with Sean, he’ll be the easiest to convince when you remind him that people are much more likely to be attracted to him when he’s clean. It works, the beers help. He wastes no time and jumps straight into the lake, clothes and all. No soap, but better than nothing. John is next. After some deliberation you opt to trick him, leading him to the lake with a story about a baby-eating monster that only a gullible John would believe before pushing him in and throwing him a bar of Strauss’ homemade soap. He tries to leave, but you manage to push him back into the water until he stays put and sheds some of his clothes to clean himself. You leave him be, asking Abigail to keep an eye on him. She gladly does.
Lastly is Micah. He is a generally greasy man, but you can see what Miss Grimshaw means when you catch him by the scout fire. His hair is so dirty that it looks brown rather than the usual blond and you can barely make out the ever-present dark circles under his eyes compared with the dirt on his face. He doesn’t seem to care as he sits and sharpens his knife like he always does.
“Hello, Mister Bell.” You say, sitting across the fire.
He mumbles your name in greeting, focus still on his knife.
“I will be truthful with you.” You sigh. “Miss Grimshaw is making me convince a few of the men to bathe.”
He looks up at you, peering from under his hat. He’s stopped sharpening the knife and sits very still. You feel the silent threat he puts in the air and it sends a shiver up your spine.
“She’s gonna make Dutch take me off the train job if you don’t.” You take a somewhat shaky breath. “I’m usually the one covering you, you wanna get shot?”
Micah shakes his head, chuckling darkly. “Oh, I’ll do it, cowpoke. If ya come with me.”
Confusion comes over your face. “What?”
Micah puts his knife and sharpener away, leaning forward in his seat. “Ya heard me.”
The smirk on his face is wicked and his face is lit up by the fire in an accentuating glow. Your muscles are tense and your stare fixes itself on the fire. You really want to go on this train job and if Miss Grimshaw gets far enough into Dutch’s ear, you’ll never have a chance. Micah is an asshole, a sleazy one at that, especially now. But damn if he’s not attractive, damn if seeing him spin his guns around doesn’t make something pool in the pit of your stomach.
“Fine.” You nod, coughing to hide the slight waver in your voice. “Fine.”
Micah stands, the glow from the fire leaving his face as he walks towards the lake. “Come on then, cowpoke.”
You feel the hitch in your breath and the tightness in your stomach as the details hit you. Micah, lake, bath, general lack of at least a few articles of clothing. You stand, legs a little shaky, and follow Micah down to the lake. It’s a spot most people use for bathing because it’s out mostly out of sight from camp but not so far away that you might be caught off guard by outsiders and there’s not so many fish.
Micah stops at the shoreline, his hands resting on his gun belt and his eyes raking over you. “You first.”
You meet his eyes for a second, unable to hold it with the embarrassment. You look out to the water and shake your head. “It’s you that needs it.”
“You ain’t got the power here, cowpoke.” Micah says, rocking on his feet. “I ain’t doin’ anything without a little show for my troubles.”
Shivers fill your body when you watch his eyes roam over it. It’s not a bad shiver, but not quite a good one. Micah is unnerving, handsome, but unnerving. You take strained breaths, working up some nerve. “I’m not putting on a show.”
Micah walks towards you, stopping just a few inches away. “What if I help ya?”
He reaches out and knocks your hat off of your head. It falls behind you on the ground with a soft thump. Micah returns his hand to his belt and stands relaxed, waiting for an answer. Your eyes jump around as you think, then you nod and it takes Micah less than a second to step in and bring his hands up to unbutton your shirt. You stand still, heart beating so much you’re surprised he can’t feel it. When his fingers brush against your bare skin you can’t help but to look up at his face. He’s focused, watching every inch of skin he reveals in taking off your clothes.
Micah glances up and catches your eyes, that wicked smirk coming back to his face. “I ain’t the only one wantin’ this, am I?” He leans in close enough to whisper. “I seen you stare, cowpoke. Ain’t nothing ta be ashamed of.”
He dips his head and presses a featherlight kiss to your neck that makes the shivers return in greater numbers. Your hands timidly go to his shirt, undoing the buttons as he presses more kisses along your neck. It’s not long before Micah fumbles with the fastening of his pants, the last thing separating you. You dig the soap out of your pocket as he does. When you turn to face him you let your eyes run over every inch that you’ve never seen. He seems to be doing the same with you as he comes close and takes the soap from your hand. You follow him to the lake, still feeling the intense beat of your heart as the water reaches above your waist.
“Do what ya came here ta do, cowpoke.” Micah whispers, pressing the soap back into your hand.
You hold the soap in your hand for a second, staring at it, still baffled by what exactly is happening. Micah traces his hand over your bicep, watching you closely. You slowly press the soap in your hand, getting enough of it to use. Then you start with his hair, trying not to look at his face because your knees might give out if you do. You use your hands to scoop water over his head and scrub the dirt out. He watches your every move, only closing his eyes momentarily to avoid the soap. You scrub until his hair looks blond again, then move to his face. You’re less nervous now, having the task to distract you from the other details. Micah’s face is what you’d expect of an experienced gunslinger. He has deep scars and years of wear and tear that fail to overshadow his handsome features. You pay close attention to his facial hair, making sure it’s just as free of dirt and returns to the same blond as the hair on his head.
Micah reaches up and grabs your wrist, making you freeze as you remember the details. He moves your hand down, making room for him to lean in and press his lips to yours. His freshly cleaned mustache brushes against your skin and he comes closer, pressing his body against yours. Your dick twitches when you feel his own brush against it. Micah’s hand reaches down between you, wrapping his hand around you.
“Ya better finish yer job before I’m done.” He whispers against your lips as his hand gives a gentle squeeze.
You have to lean on him to stay standing when he starts, running his thumb over the tip. Once he starts a slow pace you’re able to gather a single thought. You grip the soap bar as if your life depends on it and straighten up. You run the soap over his chest, trying to focus on getting the dirt off. Micah’s hand picks up the pace and he chuckles when you stumble a bit, leaning on him again for support. A sound escapes your mouth and you bury your face in his shoulder to stop from making any more.
“Look at ya, comin’ undone this easy.” He whispers. “How many times have you thought about this, huh?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face further into his neck as he adds a slight twist to his motions.
Micah chuckles darkly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “I bat ya think about it every night, huh, cowpoke.”
“Micah.” You breathe against his skin. “Shit, Micah.”
He continues his motions as you release into the water, only stopping when your breathing evens out again. The soap in your hand is crushed, deep indents where your fingers are with very little left to the bar. Micah holds you steady for a moment before he takes it from you.
“Go get dressed.” He whispers, running a hand down your back. “I ain’t done.”
He lightly pushes you back and you stand on your own, watching him run the soap over himself for a moment before you follow his instructions and return to the shore. Your legs are shaky as you gather your things, your pants are particularly hard to pull on. You ignore the splashing sounds as Micah comes out of the water and reaches for his clothes. Your hands fumble with your gun belt when he comes up behind you. He turns you around and fastens it for you, already fully dressed.
“I been waitin’ fer this, cowpoke.” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Ya ain’t disappointed so far.”
He reaches down and grabs your hat from the ground. His other hand grips at the fabric of your shirt and pulls you along, walking towards your tent. Your legs are willed by the promise of what’s to come despite the shakiness you still feel in every step. Not only did you complete Miss Grimshaw’s task, you got much more than you thought you would.
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bleachcakes · 8 months ago
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My self Indulgence Writing 👍 uh Karen Jones X Oc
It had seemed like a good idea at the time, really. It was simple work, robbing desperate, drunk men. They see a pretty young woman, such as Karen, and they fall head over heels with a bit of eyelash batting. Stupid fools. Feed ‘em some whiskey and suggest, “why don’t we go get a room somewhere…” and they’ll fall right into your hands. Honestly, it was like taking candy from a baby. It almost made her feel bad sometimes. Almost. Until she remembered they only ever follow her because she’s pretty. Because she promises them sex and good times.
Townsmen would never spare her a glance if she couldn't flaunt her ‘feminine wiles’, which must be why Grimshaws such a hag, Karen mused. That woman never got much attention now that she was out of her prime. Karen supposed it suited her, always making them do the menial chores. She and the other girls had to sneak around the woman just so they could pester Uncle to take them into Valentine for a bit of fun. Arthur hitched a ride too, which was nice. He always made Karen feel a little more seen in camp. Arthur was a good man. Not like those slobs, Bill or Micah, the sleazy bastards.
Robbing drunk men looking to get their dick wet wasn’t much of ‘real’ outlaw work in Karen’s mind, but it was the job she could do, and she did it well. One day she’d like to be more out there. Robbing stagecoaches, jumping on trains, killing O’Driscoll’s like she was a woman outta hell. One day. Today was another day of snaking cash out of stupid men.
This one was a little different. He didn’t want a room. He wanted something ‘interesting and rugged’. This drunk freak wanted to get laid out in the woods like he was hiding from disapproving parents. It took a lot in her for Karen not to laugh right in his face at the notion. Instead, she grinned and tilted her body forward so her chest was on full display to the man’s unsubtle ogling. “Sure honey, that sounds like fun,” she said.
Woodland robbery might even be easier than hotel robbery. In a hotel, you have to worry about others hearing the ruckus and calling the lawman. It’s not good to get caught stealing in the middle of town, with too many people, too many eyes, and far too many guns that could stick you up with. It was a rush, knowing the danger. However, considering Karen and the rest of the camp were supposed to be trying to keep a low profile, it might be better to take a less ‘guns blazing’ approach. As long as they steered somewhere secluded, there would be no trouble. It was the wild, after all. Plenty of people could have come by and robbed the man of everything but his knickers. Even if someone saw her leaving with the man, she could fabricate a story that she was also robbed.
It was an extra risk not having her own horse to ride out on. It would be harder to get away if something went south. She figured she could nab the man’s horse easily, at least. She was a real gentle beast, probably used to being ridden under the influence of all the drink the man took. Maybe she’d even take it back to camp once she was done with it. Kieran would take good care of her, a nice Turkoman. She could give some company to Old Belle.
Karen absentmindedly ran her fingers softly over the horse’s side. It whinnied softly and Karen frowned. Maybe she would let the girl go instead. Give her a chance to run free for a while, maybe get back to the roots of those wild horses roaming the plains. Karen wished she could do the same. Damn ‘low profile’.
“There,” Karen said. The man, whose name Karen couldn’t be bothered to remember, pulled the horse to a stop on the trail and followed Karen’s point with his eyes. Carefully, he led them into the pointed-out spot, navigating his horse through the thicket and into the woods. The trees cut them off from the view of the trail, a nice covering for the planned deed.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, really. Karen wasn’t a damsel in distress, she could handle herself. It just so happened that sometimes other people could handle her better.
“Fuck!” Karen grunted as she tumbled to the ground. The force of the man’s punch had completely knocked her from her feet, pain and shock briefly short-circuiting her brain. Her gun flew from her hands, hiding itself away among the shrubbery.
“Tryna rob me?” The man snarled. “Are you trying to rob me?” The man snarled but dressed down to his Long John’s, he wasn’t quite as intimidating as he could have been.
“Not tryna’, am,” Karen shot back, her busted lip curling into a sneer that dripped blood onto her teeth and settled an iron tang over her tongue. She picked herself up from the ground and charged the man. She knew he didn’t have his weapon, and now that she didn’t either, things were going to end in a tussle.
Karen rammed her body against the man, her shoulder jutting up to knock his chin. Karen’s shoulder jutted up and knocked the man’s chin, causing his teeth to rattle and clack together as his head was thrown back. He swayed on his feet and Karen returned the favor of a punch, planting her fist into his stomach. The man doubled over with pain, Karen smirking in triumph. She kicked at his knees, dropping him to the ground. “Dumb bastard, yer gonna pay.”
She reached toward his head, poised to render him unconscious with a single blow. The man still had some fight left in him, however. His adrenaline kicked up, and he shot forward. The man’s hands grasped for a hold on Karen to steady himself, but his momentum was too much. His weight throws them both back, and the man lands on top of Karen. Karen’s lungs spasm from the force and she feels the wind get knocked from her. She wheezes for a moment, struggling to breathe.
The man, realizing his newfound advantage, acts on his rage. He strikes Karen again, his knuckles digging into her cheek. Karen winced, bringing her hands to try to push the man off. Pain was blossoming over her face and she knew she’d have a mighty bruise the next day. If she lived to the next day.
“Get off- get off!” A slight gurgle cut the rest of Karen’s shouts off as the man’s hands circled Karen’s neck. His thumbs pressed against the side of her throat, pushing the veins in with a painful sensation. Karen’s eyes bugged out as her oxygen depleted. All she could see above her was the filthy dog panting in her face. Karen clawed at the hands around her neck, but they didn’t let up. She was going to die. Karen Jones, scammer extraordinaire, the outlaw firecracker, was going to die to a damn dog in his skivvy’s. What a way to go, Karen thought bitterly, hacking another wet gasp as she tried to fill her lungs with air.
BLAM.
Karen blinked, wet, hot blood splattered her face. Karen’s mouth dropped wide, taking in as much air as possible. She sat up, staring at the slumped-over man whose head now more closely resembled a melon a horse had stomped on. She gazed at it momentarily, the familiar view almost a fond memory, before finding the source of her saving grace bullet.
She noticed the horse first. A grand beast, a shire likely given its massive size. Its coat was dark and shiny, and its white main fell into neatly done braids. Safe to say it was beautiful, unlike anything she had ever seen. The rider matched the magnificence of her horse.
Her horse, Karen realized instantly with a blink.
The woman slowly lowered her rifle, apparently satisfied that the man she had shot wasn’t going to get back up. The woman turned it up, holding it in one hand as she looked down at Karen. She sported a cropped hairdo, shorter than anything Karen had ever seen on a woman. It gave attention to the woman’s face, a patchwork of freckles and scars. The red frown of the woman’s lips gently curled upwards, bringing a shine to her eyes as the woman carefully dismounted her horse.
She carried her rifle in one hand, pulling off her hat with the other as she approached Karen like a wounded animal. “You okay, Miss?” The woman greeted pleasantly, her eyebrows raising.
Karen swallowed thickly, getting to her feet, quick to brush off what dirt she could from her clothes and skin. “Ah- y-yes. Thank you,” Karen added, nodding to the woman. “You really saved me there.”
“ ‘course,” the woman responded nonchalantly. Now that she was closer, Karen could see the woman’s eyes were green. Green like the surrounding leaves, like she had sprung from the ground just to be Karen’s personal angel.
“Miss?” the woman said, tilting her head to give Karen an odd look.
Karen blinked, realizing the woman must have been speaking. “Sorry, uhm, still a little shaken up. My mind wandered for a moment.”
The woman nodded, offering up another kindhearted smile. Karen watched as the woman retrieved a handkerchief from her coat, drawing a pristine-looking white cloth from it. “I thought you’d might like to wipe yer face. Unless you like the blood smearing yer lip,” the woman chuckled gently, offering up the handkerchief, “I’m sure you look just as pretty, with or without.”
Karen giggled but caught herself quickly and cut off the laughter as she took the offered cloth. “Thank you, ma’am.” Upon closer inspection, Karen noticed the cloth wasn’t as clean as she thought. Spots of dried blood speckled the cloth like grime that refused to leave even after a stubborn cleaning. Karen added her own blood to the fabric, carefully wiping her bloody lip clean.
While she cleaned herself up, Karen watched the woman survey the crime scene. She walked around the dead man, kicking his body lightly to turn him over on his back. The soft sound of squelching made Karen cringe as Jessie lightly moved the blown-open head. Karen decided rather to keep her eyes on the woman who stood over the body. She had put her hat back on and now crouched over the body. Without ceremony, she snatched the man’s jewelry from him, breaking the necklace off his horse and pocketing two rings. She stuck her pockets in the man’s clothes, scouring the pockets. When those came up empty, she bent to pick up the man’s discarded clothing, digging through those. She retrieved some money and chewing tobacco, which she discarded. Most of the man’s belongings had likely disappeared along with his horse who had bolted earlier, its satchel bouncing against its flank.
Karen was surprised by how brazenly the woman robbed the man after shooting him. It was followed quickly by the irateness that she had lost out on her score. “You’re just going to rob him?”
The woman smirked, approaching Karen, and to her surprise, handed over most of the valuables and money. “He’s already dead, ain’t he? What are the squirrels going to do with his cash?”
Karen glanced at the valuables offered to her. Well, she didn’t need much convincing. Karen pocketed the belongings, her fingertips brushing the woman’s palm as she delicately scooped them up. “I like your sensibility,” Karen said, returning the woman’s handkerchief. The woman glanced briefly over the blood now decorating the white cloth, folding it over and putting it away. A different pocket, Karen noted.
“What’s your name?” Karen asked.
The woman seemed to consider her answer for a moment, eyes roaming over Karen. Unlike the usual pair of eyes that would look her up and down, however, Karen didn’t feel the least bit uncomfortable under the gaze. The usual slime was nowhere to be found in the woman’s eyes, and Karen almost felt the need to angle herself to present better, unlike her usual desire to turn away.
The woman finally answered, which was accompanied by a dramatic, sweeping bow, the woman holding her hat to her chest while her other hand went out, head bowing and feet crossing. “Jessie at your service, ma’am.”
“Jessie,” Karen repeated, mulling the name over and rolling it around on her tongue before cracking a grin. “My horseback angel.”
“The only angel is the one before me,” Jessie said, locking eyes as she delivered the compliment.
Heat rose in Karen’s cheeks, and her head turned away to avoid facing the flirtatious woman. “You talk silly.”
“Apologies, Miss, I guess I’m not right in the head,” Jessie said. Karen thought she heard disappointment tinting her words.
“It’s S’okay,” Karen said, feeling bad for her dismissal, “I’m only kidd’n.”
That seemed to lighten Jessie’s mood back up. She turned towards her horse, gesturing to it as she plopped her white hat back on her head. Her hair was ginger like Sean’s, Karen thought in the back of her head. “Would you care for a ride home? I doubt you’d like to walk out all alone after what happened.”
Karen glanced at the horse, then nodded. “Thank you, Miss Jessie. I would appreciate it if you could just bring me back to Valentine.” Hopefully, the others would be waiting for her, and hopefully without a lecture attached to the welcome committee.
Jessie nodded, stepping towards her horse and giving it a gentle pat on the neck as she took the reins. “This here’s, Baby. She looks like a brute, but she’s a kitten, really. Ain’tcha Baby?” Jessie cooed, rubbing her face into the horse’s neck, speaking to her horse like it really was a baby. “Yeah, you’re a good girl,” Jessie patted the horse once more before stepping back. She reached up to put a hand on the horse’s back, then held her other out to Karen. “She’s a big girl. Would you like some assistance up?”
Karen’s first instinct was to decline. She was sure she could manage mounting a horse quite fine, even with its size. Then she reconsidered, glancing at Jessie’s strong-looking outstretched hand. “If it ain’t much trouble.”
Turning towards the horse, Karen stretched her hands up to hold it’s back. She felt Jessie’s hands gently close around her waist, pushing with Karen’s pull. She could feel the warmth of Jessie’s hands seeping into her skin even over her skirt, and Karen’s face grew hot. Mounting the horse, Karen flipped over as she sat, her legs dangling off the side of Baby. She watched Jessie use the stirrups to get herself up, swinging a practiced leg over the gigantic horse. Few women wore pants, but it certainly seemed to make it easier for Jessie to ride. Karen leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Jessie with more contact than was necessary. Jessie grinned, taking up Baby’s reins with one more quick pat to the horse’s neck.
“I’ll deliver you quickly.”
“Oh, no need to rush on my account,” Karen said with a quick dismissal. “I’ve been stuck inside for ages,” Karen exclaimed. This is the most adventure I’ve had in a long time.” Karen empathized her words with a dramatic sigh, to which Jessie laughed.
“I couldn’t imagine, I’d go stir crazy being forced not to wander.” Then, as if testing the waters, Jessie added, “your husband keeps you in the house?”
Now it was Karen’s turn to laugh. “Who said anything about a husband? God forbid I ever get tied to a man.” Karen sighed, and without thought, her head came to rest against Jessie’s back. The woman’s leather jacket felt nice and cool against Karen’s bruised cheek. “Men only want your sex and for you to cook and clean for them…can’t tell if they’ll kiss you or hit you when drunk.
A long silence passed, the only noise being the gentle clip-clopping of Baby's hooves on the trail.
“Sounds like you’ve been hurt real bad before,” Jessie finally said. Quiet. Mournful.
“Life of a woman,” Karen said.
“Life of a woman,” Jessie agreed. Jessie’s hands tightened their grip on Baby’s reins, her knuckles turning white. “That’s why I became an outlaw. They throw you in jail for stand’n up for yourself. If the law won’t let me hold justice's weapon, then the law ain’t something I wanna follow.” Her voice was hard, and Karen pulled back, startled.
“You tell just anyone you’re an outlaw?”
Jessie glanced over her shoulder at Karen, a mischievous glint in her eyes and a smile. “I trust you.”
“You hardly know me.”
“The heart knows what the mind does not.”
Karen raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “Maybe you should become a poet instead of a gunslinger.
“I think most poets might find my usual speak’n a little too crude for their taste.”
Karen was silent. An Outlaw, huh? Karen leaned back, careful to keep her balance, as she looked past Jessie. No one was on the trail in front of her, and a glance back confirmed no one behind them either. Leaving just one hand on Jessie for balance, Karen pulled up her skirt. Jessie glanced back to see what was happening, but quickly averted her eyes when she saw the women digging her hand into her stockings.
Karen felt for the handle of the small knife she kept tucked away, then pulled it out. With a swift movement, she had the knife pressed to Jessie’s throat and her chest to her back. Jessie’s only reaction was a blink, as she continued to slowly ride Baby on the trail. “I think you trust too easy,” Karen murmured, tilting the knife so the sharp edge brushed Jessie’s skin. “I was robbing that man before he got the jump on me. Now i’m gonna rob you. Pull over.”
Baby kept trotting forward as if nothing was happening, and Jessie made no moves to pull up the reins or reach for her own weapon. Karen grit her teeth, pressing the knife harder to Jessie’s throat until it drew a thin scrape of blood that beaded on the glinting edge. “I said git to the side.”
The slow monument of Jessie’s hand caught Karen’s eye and her grip on the knife tightened. She made no move, however, even as Jessie’s hand closed around her own. She expected Jessie to take the knife from her, or maybe even throw her off the horse.
Jessie turned back to look at Karen. Karen swallowed a lump, staring into those grassy eyes, and wondering how they could be so inviting. Jessie didn’t do anything to her. She just held her hands over Karen’s until it became too uncomfortable for Karen to keep looking. She tried to pull her hand away, to take away the knife, but Jessie’s firm grip kept her pinned, kept the knife against her own throat.
“What are you doing?” Karen demanded to know, trying again to pull the knife away.
“Slit my throat. I trust you,” Jessie said simply. No trickery could be heard in her voice. No malice or even amusement. Just a simple ask.
Karen shook her head, averting her eyes. “I didn’t mean it.”
Jessie lifted Karen’s hand, licking the beads of blood off the knife before she finally released the other woman. “Why don’t you?”
“I just wanted to see what you would do.”
“You satisfied with the answer?”
Karen didn’t answer. She just replaced the knife into her skirts and lay her head back against Jessie.
“What’s your name?” Jessie asked.
“Karen.”
The rest of the ride back to Valentine was silent. As they trotted into town, Jessie jiggled her shoulder, making Karen lift her head. “Anywhere specific you want me to drop you off? The Hotel? Or Saloon?” Jessie asked.
Karen glanced around, noticing they were passing the train station. “Take me to the general store.” Hopefully, she could find the others still there. Jessie threaded them through the town, giving nods to people as she passed. Most didn’t give them more than a glance, but Karen could see the way a couple regarded them suspiciously. Or more so, Jessie, looking her clothes up and down. Jessie either didn’t notice or, more likely, just didn’t care. They neared the general store, Jessie getting closer to the side.
“Karen!” The named looked up, glancing around until she spotted Tilly flagging her down. Jessie pulled Baby to a stop as Tilly ran up to them, Karen sitting straight as she looked down at the other woman. “Where have you been? We were looking everywhere for you!” Tilly stopped, looking at Jessie. “Who’s this?”
Jessie lowered herself from Baby, nodding to Tilly. “I go by Kelly.”
Karen glanced at Jessie–Kelly?--as she turned to help Karen down. Jessie winked at Karen, and Karen decided she was still Jessie. As Karen’s feet got back on the ground, she noticed Mary-Beth joining the group. The two girls fawned over Karen as Jessie stood at her side, pointedly refusing to move out of the way and be subtly pushed out. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” Karen said, shaking off the hands, patting her back, and settling on her arms. They seemed to take a great interest in the bruise on her face and Karne didn’t much like the way her lip stung when Mary-Beth dared to set her fingers on the cut.
Tilly pulled away, glancing around before calling, “Arthur! We found’er!”
Karen looked to see Arthur walking over, Uncle in tow. He stopped up short as he saw Jessie, shaking his head before walking the rest of the way. “I thought you were going to the Hotel?” Arthur said to Karen as he regarded her and her companion, his eyes snaking up to Baby behind them. “What happened to yer face?”
Karen shrugged. “I went succeeding in the trees for a change of pace.” She didn’t exactly want to devolve the entire story in the middle of town, and neither really would she like to tell it on the wagon ride home. “Kelly,” Karen said pointedly, glancing at the woman, “was generous enough to take me back.”
Jessie nodded, “Happy to help, Ma’am.”
“Well,” Arthur said, “thanks for bringing her back. We were worried about her.”
Jessie nodded once more before stepping into her stirrups, and mounting her horse. She leaned down, gesturing for Karen to get closer. Karen shuffled forward, looking up at Jessie whose body blocked the sun behind her, leaving a soft light that gave her edges an ethereal glow. Jessie outstretched her hand, which Karen took, expecting a handshake. Instead, Jessie drew her hand closer, leaning down to plant a kiss on the back of her hand, lingering there before looking at Karen. Karen felt her cheeks grow hot as she focused on the feeling of Jessie’s callouses brushing her skin.
“If you ever want to talk again, just leave a message at the post for me.”
Karen nodded in acknowledgment, and let her hand slip from Jessie’s as much as she didn’t want to.
Taking up the reins, Jessie steered Baby around the gathered group. “Oh, and I know a good bank that needs robb’n. If you’re interested,” Jessie added with a wink before tapping her spurs into Baby’s flank and trotting down the road.
“Bank robbing?” Mary-Beth said incredulously, looking at Karen.
“What did you tell that woman?” Tilly interjected, her hands going to her hips.
Karen rolled her eyes. “You’re sure being judgemental for a lot that claims to like the Outlaw life. God, I’ll tell you about it later, let's just get back to camp.”
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deansclassics · 2 years ago
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hi i wrote this steve h. fic awhile ago but never finished it 😭
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steve being depressive???
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Steve Harrington was attractive. God everyone knew. All those girls that had flung themselves at him in his high school years had established this notion. But nonetheless in Steve’s mind, he believed he was not. He wouldn’t call himself ugly but he never felt like all the attention was deserved. Even after you and him had gotten together it was still hard for him to believe that someone like you, a kind and genuine person was with him, of all people. He never doubted your love for him, he just doubted the fact that he deserved it. These were the thoughts always in the back of Steve’s mind and when he eventually got tired of his brain he turned off his bedroom lights and went to bed.
The next morning Steve woke up and got ready for his afternoon shift with Robin at the dreaded Family Video. He was glad that he got a job with one of his favorite people, it made everything less boring when your best friend was helping you organize videotapes by genre’s. Once he had made it to work he was greeted at the door by none other then Robin Buckley. “I’ve been waiting for you to get here dingus! It’s awfully sunny today.” “Yea sorry about that, my mom needed my car so I had to come walking.” Steve responded with a yawn at the end, screw his brain for keeping him up late. “Don’t sweat it, could you just open the door faster.” She said wanting to get away from the hot Indiana sun.
Once they clocked in and started the tasks Keith had assigned to them, Robin had accidentally spilled at stack of magazines which delayed their tasks by 20 minutes. She was very apologetic to the brunette who looked like he was already done with today before it had even started. Robin had decided it was best if she didn’t start with her usual and entertaining teasing of Steve, seeing that he may not be in the mood to deal with their playful banter. They both continued with work over the next few hours occasionally taking turns helping each costumer who had wandered into the store.
To say that Steve was over today was an understatement, he was ready to crawl in a hole and stay there forever. It was something about last night that had really put him in a foul mood, of course he would never admit that to himself, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he just didn’t deserve any of your love and care. He felt unworthy of such actions, like he wasn’t enough. He sat at the counter staring off into space essentially belittling himself and his worth. That was until he heard the bell indicating that someone had stepped into the store, he turned around to ask Robin if she could handle the costumer but he saw her walk into the break room and came to the conclusion that he would just have to do it.
But when Steve turned back around to greet the costumer who had just walked in, he was met with the one person he didn’t want to see but desperately needed to see, you. “Hi Stevie! Whatcha’ up to? Is Robin here?” you cheerfully said as the man with gorgeous hair who you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend looked directly at you. “Hi sweetheart. I just finished putting some things away but umm.. yea Robins here, she’s just in the break room.” Steve said in a very dull voice that told you something was up.
“Well.. your mom called me and told me she left you without a car stranded at work and asked if I could pick you up.” You said with a laugh at the thought of Steve being stranded at Family Video. This however did not make Steve laugh, why would his mom call you? Make you waste finite resources to come pick him up from work. “Oh my god..” he said bringing his palm up to make contact with his face. “I’m so sorry my mom made you come all the way over here to pick me up.” You saw him dig into his pocket for something. “Here— I have some money. It should cover the cost of—“ You grabbed his face and pulled him closer to you. “Steve I don’t need money from you. And your mom didn’t make me, she asked if I could and I came because I love you and don’t want you walking in the dark.” He stood there staring at you with glossy eyes as he tried to decipher what kind of spell had been cast that would compel you to want to do something like that for him. You gave him a quick kiss on the lips and let go of him as you heard Robin emerge from the break room.
“Hey Y/N! As much as I would love to help you out pick a new horror movie to watch, Steve and I have to close up shop.” She said with a smile on her face which let you know that she didn’t mean anything in a rude way and that she was just ready to hit the hay. “Hi Rob. Don’t worry, I’m not here for a new film. I just came to pick up Steve.” You looked at him with such love and adoration that he couldn’t, for the life of him figure out why he deserved it. What heroic act had he committed in his past life to be graced with you.
“I’m so ready to leave!” Robin said as she sighed ready to have the work day be over with. “Y/N do you think I could hitch a ride?” the tall trumpet player asked with hopeful eyes set on her friends. Robin locked up the store as she awaited your response. “Yea it’s no problem!” you said as you made your way to your car. Steve still had not spoken, he just didn’t feel like it, there was something going on so you and Robin didn’t want to push him.
When Robin had been dropped off at her house, Steve had noticed that you were driving in the opposite direction of his house. “Are you kidnapping me? We’re heading in the wrong direction sweetheart.” He said as he looked out the car window and watched the Hawkins trees fly by. “Your mom said it was ok if you stayed at mine. If you don’t wanna it’s ok— I can turn the car around.” You knew Steve wasn’t gonna turn down the invitation to sleep in your bed and eat the food your parents had cooked. “What are we eating?” he asked resting his head on the window and closing his eyes. You responded with a classic dish your mom made that you knew he always enjoyed. For the first time today he had smiled a full Steve Harrington smile that had literally made your heart skip a heat. “Ok. I’ll stay.” he responded as he stifled a yawn.
When Steve walked into your house he was greeted with the sent of your parents’ delicious cooking. He had always loved being at your house, he enjoyed being surrounded by your family’s dynamic. His parents never really cooked for him or cared about spending time with him. So, when he came to your house it always felt like he was experiencing what his childhood should have been like. Steve felt those emotions from last night comeback and it didn’t make it any better when your parents turned around and greeted him with huge smiles. “Hello Steve!” your dad had said to him as he quickly turned back around to continued cutting vegetables. “Hello. It’s great to see you guys. Sorry about crashing dinner— Y/N kidnapped me.” he added a joke at the end trying to defuse the tension in his head. God they were Steve’s favorite adults, he wished he could have had someone like them when he was growing up. “Steve! Have you cut your hair?” your mom said as she rushed over to Steve and gave him a hug whilst inspecting his brown hair that she loved oh so very much. “No I haven’t. I think it’s that new hair gel I used this morning?”
Finally when all the greetings had come to an end and you kindly asked your mom to call you both down when the food was ready, you and Steve made it to your bedroom. He made a beeline for your bed and plopped on it, as well as making sure to take off his shoes before he sat up and opened up the colorful blanket that was always sprawled on your bed before laying back down and wrapping it all over himself.
“Are you tired Stevie?” You asked as you made your way to the bed and held him in your arms. “Yea, just a bit, these past few days have not been kind to me.” He surprisingly admitted. Something about you holding him and the thought of eating his favorite food opened him up. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You whispered very quietly as if trying to not disturb his sleepy aura. “After dinner, right now can we just sit here? It helps me remind myself of something.” “Ok.” You said not fully understanding what he was referring to but nonetheless you planted a kiss to his head.
And so you both sat there in each other’s soft embrace waiting for your mom to come in and tell you dinner was ready. She eventually knocked on the door and said it was time to eat.
Dinner was filled with comfortable small talk about upcoming assignments and work promotions. Steve admired the way everyone intently listen as someone spoke, hanging off every word. When dinner was over you and Steve offered to clean up as a fair trade for the meal and your parents thanked you and made their way to their room to watch a movie they had mentioned earlier. You figured now was a good time to think of what you were going to say to Steve, but also prepare for the conversation ahead.
Once the dishes had been washed and put away, you can Steve head towards your bedroom. Steve had also decided that he was going to let it all out. His thoughts had been plaguing him and what was a healthy relationship if you couldn’t communicate properly? He knew you would appreciate the honesty. As he sat on your bed with his body rested against some pillows he watched you close the door and make your way across from him on the bed, awaiting his voice. He let out a cough as he thought about where to begin. “I’ve been feeling off lately,” he said quietly. He continued as he stared at your face that read ‘Go on.’ “What I mean to say is that…I’ve been feeling shitty about - well myself.” Your facial expression was soft and unwavering as you continued to listen. “I know you love me sweetheart. Trust me I know. It’s just that sometimes-“ he took a deep and stead breath, “sometimes I just don’t think I deserve it.” This he said in a whisper as if he was ashamed of it, almost as if finally saying these words out loud made him feel silly.
Steve went on to tell you about his late night thoughts and other things that had kept him up at night, as he bared his soul to you he finally started to realize he was crying once you moved closer as began to wipe his face.
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softtheythem · 6 months ago
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Slow(er than usual) Burn Part 1
It had been such a long time since they'd seen each other. And sure, there had been phone calls. And texting. And plenty of late night pictures sent with the flash on. But years had gone by since they'd actually touched. There was always a reason. They never seemed to live in the same place at the same time. Schedules and lives always misaligning. Until one day, they didn't.
He was in town for two weeks to deal with family business. It was a strained family relationship and he had opted to rent a place, rather than stay with his relatives. She was living less than an hour away.
They agreed to be careful. To take it in steps. The sexual tension between them had always been intense, and as a precaution the arranged for the first stage of their reunion to occur in a public space. A coffee shop in a small town. Lots of eyes would be on them. Not that that had always been such a deterrent for them in the past.
She got to the cafe early. Embarrassingly so. She'd planned on this, needing to be the one to arrive first. She reached into her bag and pulled out a book. She'd chosen it intentionally for it's dull topic, hoping to use it as something of a cooler. It didn't work. She could think of nothing but the years she had spent imagining his lips on hers. Every time the little bell above the door rang out with a customers coming or going, she looked up, hopeful.
He was early, too. He came in 5 minutes before their agreed upon time, forty minutes after she'd sat down. She watched from her spot in the corner of the room as his eyes scanned for her. She didn't wave, didn't call his name. She found herself oddly paralyzed. She meant to pretend to look busy, but found that she couldn't even do that. She could only stare, taking him in.
When he finally saw her, he smiled. She blushed and nodded her head, relieved to find she could move it at all. He walked over to the table, looking at least as nervous as she felt, and sat down.
"Did you already order?" he asked gesturing to the cup between them, his voice soft but just as lovely as she remembered it.
"I got a tea so that it wouldn't seem rude of me to sit her," she explained, suddenly self conscious, "but then I remembered I hate tea, so it's just been sitting here."
He smiled then, and shook his head, like this was a completely classic thing for her to have done. It was, of course, but it felt somehow intimate for him to know that about her after all this time.
"I'll be right back," he said, and then walked to the counter. She spent the few minutes of his absence alternating between checking out his ass and wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans. She was so nervous. He was so wonderful.
He came back to the table holding two drinks. Coffee for himself and lemonade for her. She felt blood rise to her cheeks.
"You got me lemonade," she said awkwardly.
"You like lemonade," he replied.
He sat and they began an attempt at small talk. She asked about his drive out, he asked about her job. They'd been texting so much it wasn't anything they hadn't already discussed. Still, she relished any chance to hear his voice.
When a particularly boisterous family entered the little shop, the noise startled him and he turned and looked at the door. As he turned back to face her, his leg shifted slightly, and his foot brushed against her calf. All it took was that innocent and simple touch for her to become flustered. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on full alert. She bit her lower lip, trying to contain a wistful sigh.
He noticed, of course. He remembered that expression, he remembered what it meant. Raising his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, he risked brushing against her again, this time his ankle on hers, and a bit more firmly.
"Gus," she whispered, blushing again, or perhaps still.
"Should I not?" He asked, clearly unapologetic in his tone.
"We meant to behave today," she replied.
"We're both still dressed, aren't we," he said.
She looked around the shop, wondering if, had they met at his air bnb like he initially suggested, they'd already be naked by now. She didn't have to wonder long. She knew the answer.
They continued chatting as they tangled their legs further together. They spoke about their lives, their jobs, their favorite places to walk around. Every word was loaded with double meanings. They were baiting each other. A game to see who would be explicit first. He adjusted his chair and his knee pressed to her inner thighs. Her resolve to keep this meeting in a public space was wearing thin.
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couldntbedamned · 2 years ago
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I Feel Your Love, And I Feel it Burn - Masterlist
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A little AU I have where Stephen and Peter are in a relationship with a consensual and negotiated domestic discipline dynamic. There are rules and expectations that are agreed upon by the both of them (not sexual in nature), as well as certain punishments (again, not sexual in nature) for breaking those rules.
Series General Tags/Warnings: Adult Peter Parker, Established Relationship, Relationship Discussions, Healthy Relationships, Domestic Discipline, Punishments, Corner Time, Non-Sexual Spanking, Aftercare, Non-Sexual Intimacy
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1. You Kiss Your Sorcerer With That Mouth? - During a mission, Spider-Man lets some choice words for Dr. Doom slip. Stephen's less than pleased at Peter's disregard for how he's supposed to conduct himself as Spider-Man when he's in the public eye. He gives Peter some time to think about what he's done, and has a creative way to ensure Peter thinks twice before doing it again. (Mature, Complete)
2. Help Me Up, Let's Keep On Running - Peter and Stephen have several rules set up in their dynamic. The two biggest? That Peter will look after his health and wellbeing, and that they will always be honest with each other. 
Peter manages to break both of them in one fell swoop, and Stephen is none too pleased. 
Discussions are had, actions lead to consequences, and Peter emerges from the experience secure in the knowledge that Stephen will do whatever it takes to make sure he's cared for and loved. (Mature, Complete)
3. I Can See The Man That I Fell For Fighting - It was supposed to be a quick in and out job. Just into the study to grab his book he’d left in there by accident the night before, and then out before Stephen even knew he was up and about. Harmless.
It wasn’t his fault that Cloak decided it needed to follow him around like some overly nosy puppy. Or that Cloak decided it needed to join him in the study as he looked for his book. Or that Cloak had decided to apparently “guard” something in the study in way that just screamed suspicious and naturally piqued Peter’s curiosity. 
In and out, no harm done. But when it became clear that Peter was overstaying his welcome in the space, Cloak had also felt the need to snitch. 
He’d really, really fucked up. (Mature, Complete)
4. This Back's Not Going to Break So Easily  (Part 1) (Part 2) - When Peter comes to Stephen upset and insisting he needs to be punished, Stephen knows something's wrong. Given a chance to calm down and feel safe, Peter explains what happened while he was at the Tower working in the labs and interrupted by Harley. Stephen reassures Peter that he did nothing wrong and does his best to comfort him.
Also featured: Stephen confronting Tony and Harley like a boss, Peter and Stephen's love, trust, and mutual respect for each other, lots of fluffy/dirty teasing, and pizza. (Explicit, Complete)
5. And I Let the Knots of Time Come Undone - After breaking one of their established rules, Stephen finds himself at Peter's service for the day. Tasked with his least favorite chores, Stephen tries to maintain his sanity and make it through, all while reluctantly admitting to himself that all things considered, he's getting off easy.
If only he could get rid of that damn bell... (Mature, Complete)
6. Our Road Gets Better With Every Bend - Peter's getting ready for his junior year at Columbia. But before he goes back to school, there's the matter of his 21st birthday to deal with. Which is inevitably going to affect The Rules he and Stephen have. And what should be a nice night out for Peter's birthday takes a bit of a detour when a former acquaintance from Peter's freshman year unexpectedly runs into the happy couple.
Stephen's not jealous. No, not one bit. (Explicit, Complete)
7. Maybe If I Hold You Close, Baby We Could Just Let Go - While the idea of accompanying Stephen to the high-brow fundraisers and charity galas seemed glamorous at first, Peter found the reality turned out to be much more disappointing. Everyone looks down their nose at him; people are forever swarming Stephen and flirting with him; and Peter usually finds himself alone, bored, counting the time until they can leave. However, he keeps attending in the hopes that he'll finally get a chance to dance with Stephen like he'd imagined.
One night he gets to dance with a surprising friend, which may finally lead to a bit of happiness at the damned events going forward.
Or Stephen might take issue, if another friend doesn't take it upon herself to give him a clue. (Mature, Complete)
8. I'm Counting On A New Beginning, A Reason For Living - Peter's been in a bad mood and his recent stretch of bad luck isn't helping matters. Stephen hasn't been able to get through to him, and even when Peter takes his punishments for acting out, something's off. Worried about his partner, Stephen tries to think of what it is he might have done wrong. Upset, Peter pulls away.
It takes a bad set of prototype arrows, saving someone's life, a friend snitching, a stern Dr. Palmer taking control of a situation, a very un-teamlike spying session, and an uncomfortable discussion or two before Stephen and Peter are back on the same page. (Mature, Complete)
9. Man, What Are You Doing Here? - He only had one final left to take... and then he was done with everything until the fall semester of his final year as an undergraduate. Since his final wasn’t until Thursday afternoon, he didn’t see the harm in going out with some friends to celebrate and cute loose on Tuesday evening.
Would he have chosen a bar? No. He wasn’t supposed to drink on school nights and honestly, he preferred going to the movies or a show. But he was in college and honestly, it wasn’t like it needed to be a big deal.
And it wasn’t like Stephen needed to know. (Mature, Complete)
10. Cold Comes From the East Side (Part 1) (Part 2) - Peter breaks one of the rules in a spectacular way and suffers the consequences. It's rare for Stephen to actually be angry with him, but given the circumstances, Peter supposes the anger is more than earned. It's a hell of a situation for the pair of them and Peter wonders if they'll actually make it through. (Mature, Work in Progress) Updated 16 January 2023
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