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woniebunny · 1 year ago

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JARED CAMERON x Y/N ONESHOT

A/N: Hey guys!! It’s been a hottt minute since I posted anything. I’ve genuinely been so busy with work and uni and lots of moving 😅. Life has just been a lot and finding time to write was kinda tricky but hopefully going forward I’ll be a little better at it. I did have one user ask about me potentially writing something separate about Jared and his imprint and I actually really liked the idea and finally got around to it so hopefully you guys enjoy it!

3 weeks. 3 weeks is how long it’s been since I’ve avoided you. 3 weeks of trying to ignore how much I miss our conversations or your laugh or even just your presence. 3 weeks of pretending Im okay and feeling guilty for not being able to be honest because how do I tell the most important person in my life that I’m falling for the one person they want a chance with more than anybody else. 3 weeks of feeling like the worst best friend in the history of best friends. *Ring ring ring* and there goes the last bell signaling the end of the school day and effectively bringing me out of my thoughts. I gather and pack up all my things and start heading out the door to meet Kim as per our usual routine of walking home together. As I go to put my things in my locker I can hear someone stopping next to me. “Hey would you wanna go get ice cream on our way home?” I start asking Kim as I shut my locker only to turn and come face to face with the last person I wanted to see at the moment. Jared Cameron. “Sorry I thought you were Kim, what’s up?” He doesn’t respond for a minute or two, just continues staring at me. “Cameron?” Looks like he snapped out of whatever trance he was in. “Sorry, I was just wondering if I did something wrong or if you’re mad at me?” “Huh? No Im not, why would you ask that?” “Well I haven’t really seen or heard much from you the past weeks so I guess I was just curious” “oh guess I’ve just been busy and we haven’t really been partnered recently, but I’m not mad.” “Oh okay… cool” as he starts nodding his head and awkwardly giving me a thumbs up, it almost makes me wanna laugh as I feel my lips fighting to lift. “In that case I was wondering if…” “Y/N!!!” He pauses and I whip my head around hearing Kim yelling to me as she runs up. “Im so so sorry I got held back a few mins cause some kids were blocking the door but I’m ready if you wanna start heading home and… oh hi Jared I didn’t see you there” Kim says as I see her slyly giving me a questioning look. “Hey Kim, I was just asking her a question about history class. Hope you guys get home safe.” “Thanks! Let’s go Y/N!!” She replies as she grabs my arm and starts running to head home. I can feel him watching us as we leave but I keep my focus on Kim. It’s about a 10 minute walk, 15 since we stopped for ice cream along the way, before we reach Kim’s house and she invites me in. “Oh Y/N honey how are you? How are your parents?” Asks Ms.Connweller as we’re passing through to get to her room. “We’re good Ms. Connweller thank you for asking” “that’s good to hear, well dinner should be done in about 20 minutes if you don’t mind staying, you know we love having you over” “that sounds great Ms.Connweller thank you” “of course dear, now why don’t you girls go relax in the meantime” and that was our signal to head to Kim’s room. Soooooooo my precious Y/N, do you wanna tell me what that was about?” “Pardon? What’s what about?” “Jared Cameron talking to you by your lucky, which I’m so sorry for interrupting by the way I didn’t mean to” “no no it’s okay, like he said he was just asking about class.” “Hmmmm” “what do you mean hmmmm?” “I think he was gonna ask you out” she giggles. What. “What do you mean?” “Girl did you not notice how he was staring at you when I took you away, not to mention he was in the middle of talking to you, and it’s not like you genuinely talk to anybody beside Embry and I… so yeah all clues are pointing to him asking you out! Oooooohh this is so exciting, I’ve never seen you go on a date it’d be so fun to dress you up!” What. The. Hell?? “You’d want me to say yes to Cameron? Seriously Kim?” I ask staring at her like she’s crazy. Isn’t she in love with him? Is this a trick?? Why would she be happy? “Well I mean if he asks you then yeah! It’s about time you get a boyfriend and he looks like he’s genuinely into you which a green card in my books” “wait but aren’t you into him Kim? Wouldn’t that be wrong..?” “Huh? Girl I just thought he was cute like major eye candy like Embry for example but I’m not actually into him haha” she starts laughing.

“Wait did you think I was genuinely in love with him?” “Uhh.. yes?” I answered more like a question unsure of what’s happening. “Lmaooo girl nooo eye candy haha he’s all yours if you want him. Besides I’m talking to Axel at the moment I thought you knew?” Oh. My. God. “Oh” “wait, is that why you’ve been avoiding him since your guys group project? Awwww you’re such a sweet best friend but seriously if you don’t get with that boy I will slap you cause he’s very obviously in love with you” “I was cause I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship and mess things up” “and I appreciate that and guarantee it won’t even if I did like him like that you should know I’d never make you choose. You’re my sister Y/N forever and always and I love you and support you no matter what. So please please please do me the big favor of getting with him” “hahaha okay Kim, I love you too, forever and always” “Girls dinner is ready!” Ms.Connweller yells from downstairs. “I’m glad we had this talk now idk about you but I’m starving, let’s go eat!”

The next day at school as I’m standing by my locker again I feel someone stop next to me. Now knowing that Kim was 100% okay with anything happening between Jared and I, I feel a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Maybe that’s why I don’t hesitate to close my locker and immediately turn “Hey Jared, what’s up?” “Hey Y/N, I know this is kinda random but we got interrupted yesterday and I was just wondering if maybe you know you would like to go out with me?” He rambles really quick and closes his eyes and turns his head like he’s waiting for me to yell at him. “Like a date?” “Huh? Oh yeah, uh like a uh date? If that’s okay?” “Okay” “Wait okay? Like okay yes?” “Yes Cameron lol okay yes. I’d love to go on a date with you” he starts smiling and practically bouncing in place “oh oh my god, I, wow, oh you actually said yes I am so happy I promise I will make it the best date ever okay I will see you later!” He goes to leave but I stop him “hey Cameron, don’t you kinda need my number to tell me when and what time the date is and to find out where to pick me up?” “Oh yeah, sorry I got excited” as he sheepishly scratches the nape of his neck and handed me his phone. After putting in my number and watching him excitedly leave almost tripping over another student when he turns to wave at me one last time, I don’t stop myself from letting out a laugh and smiling this time. I just know he’s going to make me the happiest girl in the world and the best part is I didn’t even have to go looking for him. I guess I have the moon goddess to thank for that.

#twilight #wolfpack #wolfpack x reader #jared cameron #uley pack #twilight x you #twilight x reader

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radarsteddybear · 1 year ago

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Whumptober Day 19 - Bad Day

Fandom: Original Fiction (H.O.U.N.D.S.) Prompt(s): emptiness, setbacks, "Take it easy," "I thought I was getting better" Rating: Teen Additional Tags: whump, hurt/comfort, friendship, found family, spy-fi

Part 1

Minnow looked up from her typewriter and took off her reading glasses to rub the bridge of her nose against her budding headache.

They’d found Cassandra nearly a week ago. She’d been in rough shape, but she was making a steady recovery. She’d been released from Medical three days ago and was resting comfortably at home. Minnow would check on her after work and spend the night, though Cassandra was already well enough that she probably didn’t have to do the latter. It would be a while until Cassandra was back in the same physical shape she’d been before everything had happened, but she was certainly strong enough to take care of herself.

When she’d gotten word that Cassandra had been found, Minnow’s emotions had swung wildly between elation and worry and everything in between. Ecstatic that Cassandra was safe, nervous about the state she’d be in when she returned to Headquarters, relieved that her own sleep would no longer be interrupted with nightmares and spiraling thoughts. But now Minnow felt…empty.

Much like the desk on the other side of the room.

Minnow sighed and returned to the report she was writing. There was no use in worrying over it. Not when there was work yet to be done.

Minnow continued typing away until her telephone rang. She picked it up and wedged it between her ear and her shoulder. “Agent George.”

“Min?”

At the sound of Cassandra’s voice, Minnow stopped typing and clutched the receiver in her hands. She frowned. By the sound of her voice, Cassandra was near tears.

“Hey, take it easy. What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry; I know you’re busy, but I just..I didn’t know what to do…”

Minnow held the telephone tighter to her ear. “What’s going on? Did something happen?”

“No, it’s just…it hurts so bad. I’ve been taking my meds like it says to, but it’s not working.” Cassandra stifled a sob. “It took me twenty minutes to get over to the phone.”

Minnow had left her settled in on the couch that morning; the phone was on the wall not ten feet away.

Minnow was already gathering her things. “I’ll be right over. I’ll let Mr. Thaddeus know, and then I’ll swing by Medical to see what the doctor says, ok?”

Cassandra sniffled. “Ok.”

“Then I’ll be right over. It shouldn’t take me more than half an hour.”

It wouldn’t be until later that Minnow would realize that the emptiness in her chest had been replaced with anxiety. Now, she was too focused on doing whatever she could to alleviate her friend’s pain to notice.

It only took Minnow 20 minutes to make it back to their apartment building. She took the stairs two at a time up to Cassandra’s door and used her key to let herself in.

“Cass?” she called, setting her bag and keys down on the table next to the door. “Where are you?”

“Couch,” a weak voice came back.

Minnow walked into the living room and found her, face drawn and white, curled up on the sofa. Minnow sat down next to her and placed a gentle hand on her head.

“Tell me where it hurts,” she said.

“Everywhere,” Cassandra whimpered.

Minnow stroked her hair. Cassandra’s skin was damp and hot.

“When did you last take your pain meds?” Minnow said.

“Wrote it down,” Cassandra mumbled, burrowing further into her arms.

Minnow reached over to the side table and picked up the piece of paper where Cassandra had shakily scribbled the time of her last dose. It would be a few hours before she could take any more.

“Let’s try a warm bath,” Minnow said. “You stay here. I’ll get it ready.”

It didn’t take long for Minnow to dig up the Epsom salts Cassandra kept in her medicine cabinet and draw a nice, warm bath. Getting Cassandra into that bath, however, was going to take a little bit longer. She returned to the living room to get her, but he stopped short when she realized that Cassandra was crying.

“What’s wrong?” Minnow said, alarmed. “Is it worse?”

But Cassandra shook her head. “I thought I was getting better,” she whispered.

“You are getting better,” Minnow said. “Today is just a bad day. That’s all.”

“Is it, though?” Cassandra said through tears. “Or were the last few days a cruel joke?”

“Cassie,” Minnow said, taking Cassandra’s hands into her own. “You’ve seen the sign on Dr. Keller’s door: ‘Recovery is not linear.’ You know as well as I do that that applies to physical injuries just as much as mental.”

Cassandra nodded, though she didn’t quite seem convinced.

“You will get better; I know it. You know I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t believe it. And as much as I hate to say it…crying is only going to make things worse. Physically. Now let’s get you into that bath, ok? You’ll feel better.”

Cassandra let Minnow lead her to the bathroom—slow but steady—and help her remove her clothes. Then Minnow carefully lowered Cassandra into the tub.

The change was immediate. Cassandra’s muscles relaxed as she sank into the warm water. The tension began to leach out of her face.

“Better?”

“It’s getting there.”

“Good.” Minnow hadn’t realized how much tension she was carrying in her own muscles until they, too, began to relax.

***

“Come on. Let’s get you dressed and into bed.”

Cassandra had been in the tub long enough for the water to grow cold. In fact, Minnow had pulled the plug to make room for more hot water no less than three times since Cassandra had gotten in.

Cassandra nodded, and Minnow helped her out of the tub and into a towel, much like one would a small child who couldn’t yet do it for themselves. Minnow left her sitting in the bathroom to go grab a clean set of pajamas to help her into.

Once Cassandra was dressed, Minnow helped her to her bedroom—easier now than getting her to the bathroom had been—and tucked her into bed. Minnow fetched her pills and helped her take them

“Min?” Cassandra suddenly spoke up from her bed.

Minnow stopped and turned around. “Yeah?”

Cassandra hesitated. “Stay with me?”

Minnow smiled. “Of course.”

She set down Cassandra’s empty glass and sat on the edge of the bed.

Tomorrow, Minnow would have to go back to headquarters and face the empty desk across from her own, the constant reminder that Cassandra was hurt and that things wouldn’t go back to normal for a while. But tonight, she would run her fingers through Cassandra’s hair to reassure her that she wasn’t alone and that Minnow would always be there for her. And if Minnow was reassuring herself, too, that Cassandra was back home and in one piece…well…that’s something that Minnow could keep to herself.

#whumptober2023 #no.31 #emptiness #setbacks #take it easy #lyric #H.O.U.N.D.S.#my Minnow #my Cass #fic #Teddy Bear writes #my OCs #whumptober #whump #hurt comfort #original post

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fezcosbabymama · 3 years ago

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moth, meet flame.

chapter two, strawberry lipstick state of mind.

click here to read chapter one

summary he says he’s an expert when it comes to japanese food but doesn’t know how to use chopsticks. pairing fezco x original character. warnings they smoke weed again tbh word count 3, 900 words.

listen to x // x // x

author’s note :—) yea so the timeline might seem a little foggy and there’s a reason for that!! tbh idk what’s gonna happen this season so i kind of want to wait a little before i interweave the show’s storyline w my story. not that it’s too important at the moment but yea enjoy hehe

f: wyd?

r: like rn?

f: yeah

r: nothing

f: bet ima take u out on a date

r: 😍😍😍 yes please

f: 20 mins ok?

r: yup. see u in 20.

reina holds her phone against her chest, squealing as she kicks her feet excitedly. she has no shame. at least not within the privacy of these four walls. she shoots out of bed, heading straight for her closet to find an outfit… but not just any outfit. the perfect outfit. after smoking with him a few nights ago, she would be lying if she said she didn’t spend the whole day thinking about him. fezco didn’t make things any easier on her either. despite constantly working he made an effort to text her. often at that. she could tell just how much he wanted to get to know her based on the effort he was putting in.

time is ticking by and she begins to panic, spotting a dress strewn across the designated clothing chair in her bedroom. it’s white with tiny strawberries all over… and still has a tag on. reina holds the dress against her body and twirls to look at herself in the mirror. “relax, rey. just fucking relax.” she murmurs to herself before ripping the tag off with her teeth and changing into the dress. she’s a lot happier with her decision once it’s on, posing in the mirror as she admires the way it hugs her body from different angles.

it doesn’t take much longer after that for her to finish getting ready. the majority of her life was spent living in a five person household with only one bathroom between them. reina learned how to get herself dolled up in practically no time. twenty minutes was child’s play for her. she’s slipping on her favorite white heels when she hears a car engine start outside. she can’t stop her heart from racing knowing for certain that the vehicle in question belongs to fezco. she snatches her purse up and all but runs to the front door, pulling it open to reveal fezco.

he looks her up and down, astonishment written all over that usually stoic face. his fist is still in the air, frozen there from her interruption. he had every intention of knocking like a gentleman but she beat him to the door. he sucks in a breath and shakes his head, as if to physically snap himself out of his daze. “you look gorgeous, ma.” he says. reina grins and grabs the hand he holds out for her as he leads them to his car. he doesn’t hesitate to hold the passenger door open for her, rounding around to hop in the driver’s side after. she’s quiet as she buckles herself in, mentally reminding herself to stay grounded in reality.

just because he opens the car door for you, doesn’t make him prince charming…

“ladies first,” his voice breaks her out of her thoughts. fezco holds up a lit blunt towards her. reina smirks but needs no other instruction as she takes it from him and takes a long, appreciate hit.

…but having a blunt awaiting your arrival might.

she coughs a few times when it burns her throat, holding it out in front of her as she inspects it. “this a backwood, ain’t it?” she manages to choke out.

he starts laughing and despite how shitty her throat feels, she still gets butterflies from it.

“what? you can’t handle it?” he teases.

“fuck off,” she rolls her eyes, patting her chest as she mentally prepares herself to take another hit. the second drag is a lot easier now that she knew what to expect, but the light headedness from the nicotine in the leaf is quick to set in. she leans her head back against the seat, handing the blunt off to him.

“backwoods always kick my ass.”

“you only smoke grass? you don’t smoke no cigarettes? vapes? none of that shit?”

reina shakes her head, “no. just weed. i usually smoke it out of my bowl or use those cute little pre-rolled cones. i get them online. i always buy the ones with adorable patterns on them.”

“let me guess,” he pauses to hand her the blunt, “you don’t know how to roll.”

she scoffs at him, puffing on the blunt to buy herself some time. he’s completely right. she can’t roll for shit. smoking marijuana was a habit she picked up fairly recently from her younger sister. the true marijuana connoisseur.

“you gonna teach me?”

fezco tears his gaze from the road to look at her, corners of his lips tugging upwards in a smirk. “i can teach you a lil somethin’ somethin’.”

reina ashes the blunt out of the window, “looking forward to these lessons, teacher.” she turns in her seat to face him, “what about you?”

“i like smoking on black and milds. so that and weed. you ever catch me smoking a cig… just know life is kicking my dumb ass.”

“cigarettes are gross.”

their conversation flows naturally as they listen to drake, but old drake because as fezco says “new drake is mid”. they talk about everything and nothing at the same time. reina makes him laugh just as much as he makes her. it’s comfortable. like they’ve known each other forever. it’s a feeling she knows is a lot deeper than just being stoned around someone you found attractive. it felt real.

fezco’s ashing out the second blunt when he pulls into a parking space. reina looks up at the sign on front of the restaurant, “sakura sushi? you didn’t strike me as a sushi guy.”

“who? me?” he turns the car off, leaning back against the door to stare at her in disbelief. “i know all about this shit. i’m actually an expert.”

reina wants to question him further but laughs instead, putting her hands up. “alright, alright. i believe you.”

he opens the door for her and leads them inside to the host’s stand. the restaurant is lowkey but still really nice. the decor is almost ridiculously trendy with artificial grass walls and neon signs all over the interior. it was definitely the kind of local spot that everyone always posted on their instagram. it looked like a place reina would love going to… fezco? not so much. they follow behind the host as she takes them to their table, his touch soothing as he holds his hand against the small of her back.

reina can’t help but stare at the way fezco looks at the menu. he seemed absolutely lost, staring at one spot for far too long. she smiles to herself, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. “do you like sake?” she asks suddenly.

“wha— yeah, i do.” he begins to say one thing but cuts himself off.

it just makes her smile wider. “great. i love sake so i’ll order us some.”

he nods, his usual relaxed gaze a little nervous. fezco is quick to turn his attention back to the menu. when the waitress arrives they get two waters and the sake. the waitress inspects their ids for a moment and then heads off. before reina can put her id back in her wallet, fez scoots his chair closer to the table and as he leans over he whispers, “let me see your fake.”

reina’s eyes widen and she starts laughing under her breath. “let me see yours.”

they trade their respective ids and both break out into hushed laughter reading the names on each other’s fakes.

“you know what… you kinda look like a jimmy.” reina tells him as they return ids.

“you don’t look like a mandy though,” he comments with a smirk.

reina shrugs her shoulders, shoving her wallet back into her purse. “still a good ass fake.”

she gives the entire menu a quick glance over before looking up, she catches fezco staring at her. he doesn’t flinch, keeping his eyes on hers. it catches her off-guard a little but she fights through it, trying not to let herself fall too deep into that gaze. “so what’re you thinking of getting?” she asks, sitting up a little straighter in her chair.

fezco looks back down at his menu, his hand coming up to his face to rub his beard. “shit, ion know.” he sighs, leaning back into his seat, resting both hands flat on the table.

reina reaches out, placing her finger on his menu to point an item out to him. “how about this? the loveboat special seems like the perfect amount of food for us.” she brushes her index finger along the side of his thumb, intentionally slow, before nudging it out of the way.

he sees past the coyness. smirking as he lowers his face, staring down at the menu to read the description of what reina pointed out. his mind is too hazy to process any words and it’s not like he knew what any of it meant. he’s quick as he grabs her hand, holding it in the middle of the table, his thumb gently caressing the top of her hand.

the waitress comes back with their drinks while reina’s telling fezco a story about one of her fondest summer memories at her grandparents house. the last summer she spent there as a child.

the same summer she met him.

she pauses momentarily to relay the rest of their order and hand the menus back to the waitress.

“where did i leave off… oh, yeah — my sister and i were fighting, about what? i don’t remember. she ended up like pushing me off the ladder as i was trying to climb into the treehouse. i ended up landing on my arm all weird and ended up breaking it. ironically enough we became closer because of it so i guess it has a happy ending.” she points to the surgery scar on the inside of her arm and fezco’s first instinct is to reach out and brush it gently.

reina flinches, the butterflies in her stomach tickling her all over. she giggles breathlessly, rushing to pour them both some sake. she holds the pink bottle in her hand, holding it out for him to look at. “i love this specific brand of sake. it’s hakutsuru sayuri, a nigori sake. it’s so sweet.”

she hands him one of the shot glasses she poured, holding hers up so they could clink them together. “cheers!” they both tap their glasses against the table before throwing them back.

fezco’s immediate reaction is priceless. he’s grimacing, taking a few sips of his water directly after. reina tosses her head back as she laughs, wishing she could’ve taken a picture of his expression. it was adorable.

“damn,” he coughs, “it was good but you should’ve told me that shit was thick as fuck. shit was almost like drinking yogurt.”

reina smacks her teeth, “aight, now you’re just being dramatic.”

fezco uses his index and thumb to trace the facial hair surrounding his chin. “yeah, i know. let’s take another shot.”

she raises an eyebrow at him, “you’re literally the most ridiculous person ever.” reina laughs dryly but pours them another round anyways.

fezco starts talking about his grandma. he explains how time causes him to forget who she really was. the strong woman who is now subjected to spending the rest of her days in a vegetative state. reina holds both of his hands in the center of the table, nodding her head as she listens to him intently. the way he talks about her is so gentle. she can tell that he holds her in high regards still. to him, she’s the badass she always was.

reina squeezes his hands firmly, “i know she’d be proud of the man she raised. you had big shoes to fill at such a young age and still… you were able to step up.”

fezco doesn’t say anything and instead looks down at the table for a moment. his shoulders rise subtly as he takes a deep breath, lifting his face to make eye contact with her. he lifts her hands to kiss each and every last one of her knuckles. he mouths the words ‘thank you’ as the waitress approaches their table.

she’s carrying a large sushi boat completely filled with sashimi, nigiri, and sushi. the pair pull back from each other so that she can place the boat in the middle of the table. fezco stares at the spread with an apathetic look on his face. reina suspects it’s the first time he’s ever seen something that wasn’t a california roll. he copies her when she takes her wooden chopsticks out of its paper wrapping. he splits them terribly, the top of one stick stuck to the other.

she stifles her laughter, biting down on her bottom lip as she uses her chopsticks to pick up a piece of salmon sashimi. he watches her closely, and attempts to do the same, only for the nigiri he chooses to fall apart, his chopsticks clattering as they fall against the table.

reina cocks an eyebrow at him, “sushi expert, huh?”

he rolls his eyes but she can tell from the goofy smile on his face that he likes it.

“this is probably terrible etiquette but…” reina reaches for some tuna nigiri, the same kind he first tried for, holding it out for him to eat off of her chopsticks.

he smirks at her, his eyes burning a hole through her as he makes a show out of it. his mouth closes slowly over the chopsticks, tugging on them gently as he pulls back. he chews leisurely, wiping his lips unnecessarily with his thumb when he’s finished.

reina was thankful for the dim lighting in the restaurant otherwise she was certain fezco would call her out on the redness rising in the apple of her cheeks.

“do you mind if i ask you more about your childhood?”

fezco doesn’t talk about himself, much less about his childhood. he couldn’t remember the last time he let someone close enough to get to know him. he was well-guarded, protected by that tough guy demeanor his grandmother had instilled in him. however, for some reason unbeknownst to him, he feels completely at ease delving into his upbringing with reina. he can tell from the way she looks at him, honey dripping from those pretty eyes of hers, that she holds no judgement in that kind heart.

they hold hands as they eat, drink sake, and talk. god, do they talk. they laugh too. lots of it. sometimes so loud they have to cover their mouths, looking around at the other tables nervously, worried they were being too obnoxious and bothering other guests. they become so impossibly lost in their own little bubble, the waitress silently drops the check off and it brings them back down to earth.

reina can’t stop grinning.

fezco pays for their bill (like the true gentleman he is, seriously, he doesn’t even let her look at the check) and they walk out of the restaurant tucked closely together, their fingers interlaced tightly. he walks her to the passenger’s side and instead of opening the door for her like she expects, he leans her against the vehicle tenderly. fezco presses his body against hers, fingers curling around her hair. reina looks up at him, close enough to count all the lashes framing those troubled eyes. he drops his head a little and a breath hitches in her throat in anticipation. he chuckles against her mouth, his breath puffing against her parted lips.

“i could eat you up,” is what he says right before he kisses her. it’s slow and tender and makes her weak at the knees. reina curls her fists around the front of fezco’s shirt, holding on for dear life. the way his facial hair brushes against her face warms her all the way down to the tips of her toes. the taste of strawberries on his tongue from the sake makes the moment feel like a dream. everything was perfect. too perfect. it was as terrifying as it was beautiful. he pulls back slightly but keeps his forehead pressed against hers as he tries to regulate his breathing. he might’ve been panting but he was smirking the whole time.

fezco pecks the side of her face, taking a step back and helping her stand up straight so that he can let her in the car. she swears there are stars swirling around her head, eyes heavy with bliss. inside the car, fezco leans over to open his glovebox, pointing at a few blunts he had rolled up. “i came prepared. let’s spark it.” reina laughs but doesn’t object, manicured fingers quick to pull one out for the pair to smoke.

his hand finds sanctuary on the soft, warm skin of her thigh. he starts to resent his decision to smoke a blunt on the drive home, wanting to keep his hand situated on her as his thumb caresses the inside of her leg. every moment he didn’t spend touching her was a moment he felt was wasted. he’s thankful when they finish and she smothers the blunt out, dropping it into the ashtray. reina reaches out to him, fingernails scratching the back of his neck and shoulders in a way that sends shivers up and down his spine. he exhales shakily, glancing over at her with his eyebrows raised when he hears her giggle.

“you think that shit’s funny? you got me down bad.” he says with a playful shake of his head.

when they arrive fezco opens the door for her and offers her a hand to help her out. reina is grinning from ear to ear, cheeks beginning to hurt from the pressure. she feels so warm, floating on cloud 9. being high was one of her favorite feelings. it was easy to forget about all the problems she had plaguing her when she was smoking, at least for the moment.

fezco grabs her by the waist, leaning his shoulder against the car as he just stares at her intensely. maybe she was just imagining it, his blue eyes so dark she can’t find any words to speak.

“reina,” he finally sighs.

she bites her lower lip, tilting her head as she mimics him. “fezco.”

he looks down at her mouth, “ion wanna say bye to you yet. it’s too soon.”

“it’s too soon?” she teases.

fezco picks both of her hands up, holding them over his chest. he stares at her earnestly, wanting his eyes to convey just how much he means what he says. “ion usually talk much but i can’t keep my stupid ass mouth shut when i’m with you. rey, honestly you make me feel so…”

“comfortable?” she offers.

fezco lets out a deep breath, one he wasn’t aware he was holding, and then nods a few times. “yeah.”

“like we’ve been here before and we’re just picking up where we left off?”

he nods again.

fezco squeezes her hands gently. “you down to kick it with me a lil longer?”

“i would love to, fez.” she stands on the tips of her toes and gives him a quick but tender kiss.

“we can cuddle and watch a movie or some shit.” he tugs on her hand, leading the pair towards his front door.

“mmm,” she hums, “cuddling while high is definitely the vibe.”

reina leans against the house as he starts to unlock his front door, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger absentmindedly as she watches him. she bites her bottom lip, feeling absolutely giddy all over. fezco turns to look at her, fingertips reaching out to brush her cheek. he wants so badly to kiss her but knows ashtray would give him shit about it if he was watching the security cameras. he pushes the door open and immediately upon entering they hear, “well, you two sure are cute.”

on the couch sat a girl with curly hair tied up in a messy bun, a sweatshirt that hung off of her shoulders, and the darkest under eye circles reina had ever seen.

“bruh,” fezco sighs exasperatedly, “fuck is you doin’ here?”

awkwardness starts to set in so reina wraps her arms around herself, smiling nervously as she looks around the room. at the table sat ashtray, fezco’s younger brother, manning the cameras and cleaning what appeared to be a glock.

“my mom and i got into it so i snuck out. i didn’t want to be at my house and i didn’t have anywhere else to go so…” she explains plainly, folding her legs up on the couch.

fezco sighs again, throwing his arms up in silent defeat. “ion got shit else to offer you if you not tryna just smoke some weed.”

she holds both of her thumbs up, “aye aye, captain.”

fezco rolls his eyes at her and turns to rest his hand on the small of reina’s back, bringing her closer to his side as she had been standing by the door apprehensively. “reina, that’s rue. she’s like my little sister. annoying as fuck most the time.”

rue doesn’t argue and instead just shrugs her shoulders. “just so you know, he can be just as annoying.”

reina just laughs, waving a hand politely at rue.

“and that’s ashtray over there.”

ashtray pauses what he’s doing for a moment, nodding his head at reina in acknowledgement. he shoots a knowing look at fezco before lowering his head back down to his glock, a smirk on his mouth.

fezco turns to reina, an apologetic look in his eyes as he holds his hand out. reina winks at him, practically skipping behind as he walks her over to the couch. the pair settle into each other easily, she nestles herself into his side, her knees up against her chest. he tosses a blanket over them, one arm around her shoulders and his opposite hand on her knee.

it’s not exactly what she imagined when he invited her in but it still made her happy. the sound of his soft laughter makes her heart swell in her chest. she feels so lucky to be able to see him in such a intimate light.

the movie they’re all watching falls upon reina’s deaf ears. she’s far more interested in fezco, stealing adoring glances up at him every chance he’s not looking. reina even pays more attention to rue’s off-hand comments than the movie, laughing what was probably entirely too hard but whatever she’s stoned.

fezco dips his head, lips brushing against the top of her ear, and the way his facial hair tickles her sends shivers down her spine. “thanks for having dinner with me, ma.”

she nuzzles closer to him, sighing blissfully in response. she tilts her head a little, meeting him halfway in a chaste kiss.

she can hear rue groan and fake gag from beside them, playful jealousy the motivator. “c’mon, stop rubbing it in. get a room.” she complains, but reina can hear the smile in her voice.

she can tell how happy rue is for fezco. it radiates off of her. she says one thing but feels another. reina rests her head on fezco’s chest. “you guys really are siblings.” she comments with a laugh before helplessly dozing off to the sound of fezco’s heartbeat.

#fezco fanfic #fez fanfic #fezco euphoria #fezco imagine #fez imagine #euphoria fanfic #fez euphoria #fez #fezco

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moosekateer13 · 3 years ago

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Chapter 1 Flat on the Floor:

Y/N's P.O.V.

Y/L/N residence

It's Sunday today. I finally have a day off from work. Is tiresome and rewarding at the same time. Comfort food today pasta. I was tired of eating sandwiches every day. The meatballs are done. I take them out. After I drain the spaghetti.

I pour the spaghetti into a serving bowl. Then take the meatballs out and place them on a plate. I test the sauce before pouring it into a gravy boat.

I finally sat down and savoured the taste of my plate of spaghetti.

A loud crash interrupted my cozy little lunch.

When I heard a loud noise, I realized a small plane had crashed onto my lawn.

I assess the crash, then pull out the unconscious pilot. I recognized him immediately. It's Jensen Ackles from my favourite tv show supernatural. I dragged him into my house and put him on the sofa.

I go grab my supplies. Lucky for him, I always keep supplies at the ready. He seems to have a pulse. He's just unconscious and has a gash on his forehead. I reached into my first aid kit and put a bandage on his gash. Now I just have to wait for him to wake up.

No point in wasting my lunch. I reheat it in the microwave. Savouring the taste of it as I eat.

20 mins later…

I hear Jensen groan and he slowly wakes up. I pause the episode of Supernatural I've been watching.

" So sleeping beauty woke up," I said.

He jolts up

“Where the hell am I? Did you kidnap me?” Jensen replied in a harsh tone.

"What the heck? You accused me of that when I pulled you out of the airplane. I could have left you there. Lucky for you, I am a nurse and I am used to dealing with difficult patients." I retorted.

Even though he doesn't deserve it, I get up to grab a plate of spaghetti for him. I shove the reheated plate of food in front of him. Not even thank you, he just licks his lips and wolfs it down.

I get up to grab my phone.

I immediately called Jared.

" Jared, I hope you, Jen and the kids are doing okay. I hate to bother you, but Jensen crashed on my front lawn. Please come pick him up. I can't put up with him any longer." I said.

" We are doing well, thanks. Hope you are too. I am assuming he's okay, since you didn't take him to the hospital. I'll come to get him out of your hair. Also, I apologize if Jensen has been an ass to you on his behalf." Jared replied.

" I am doing okay besides dealing with your asshole best friend. My day off was good. No need to apologize, it's not your fault. Thanks, Jared, I'll see you soon." I said.

I hang up and then go back over to Jensen.

"Well, I called your best friend. He'll be by soon," I said.

“Did you look through my phone while I was out and steal his number?” Jensen accused.

“What no a-hole. We have mutual friends. I was on duty when Genevieve gave birth to Tom. We've never met because you're usually at work. Stop with these ludicrous accusations.” I retorted.

20 mins later to my relief Jared finally arrives

I greet Jared with a relieved hug.

" Thank you so much for coming to get him. I can't put up with him any longer. He's been accusing me of doing things. I've been nothing but nice to him." I said.

Jared lets go of me, and he marches over to Jensen.

" Jensen, apologize to Y/N. She's been nothing but nice to you. I know you've had it hard the last few years, no reason to lash out." Jared said as he glared at Jensen.

" Sorry Y/N," Jensen said. The apology is half-hearted, but I'll take it.

"Thanks again for taking care of him. I'll see you at brunch tomorrow." Jared said.

" You're welcome and I'll see you then," I replied.

He walks out the door with Jensen in tow.

His behaviour today reminds me why my 16 yr crush fizzled out for him. Jensen is embodying way too much of Soldier boy’s attitude lately.

Today was sure an eventful day.

Chapter 2:

#better man #jensen ackles x reader #tell me a story bingo #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer 13 #Angst #Stalking #Smut #Enemies to Lovers #Fluff

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amfictheatre · 2 years ago

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‘Hooooo boy here we go,’ Isabel thought to herself as she stepped into the comms room. She tried so, so hard to keep her cool when around officer lambert, but oh my FUCKING GOD he was infuriating. Enraging. Aggravating beyond description. He fucked her right off, and even for someone who quite regularly found herself in other peoples beds, she found being around him the most utterly unpleasant experience. So of course, it was only natural that he was her second in command. How the world loved to punish her hubris.

“Sam.” Her voice came out confident and powerful but inside she simply felt exhausted. With a sharp breath, Lambert responded instantly. “Captain! Haven’t I told you before you should never interrupt me while working? Never mind, don’t answer that, we’ll be here for days,” He muttered out the last bit under his breath. “Also, for the record, you’re meant to refer to me as Officer Lambert.”

Isabel rolled her eyes, desperately clinging to her calm façade. “Sure thing, officer. Just came to give you an update on the paperwork regarding the greenhouse. I figured you’d know what to do with it.”

Lambert smirked. “Are you insinuating, captain, that you are unaware of the protocol in this situation? I thought, as the commanding officer of this ship, that you’d be competent enough to realise that any matters involving the greenhouse fall under Dr Selberg, the BIOLOGIST’s jurisdiction.”

Oh that was enough. After a day of having to sit through a four hour meeting with Hui and Fourier where the sexual tension between them was so thick you could spread it on toast (revolting) and then another hour doing maintenance in Selberg’s lab due to Fischer having broken his wrist two weeks ago (honestly being in the same room as the man made her uneasy, let alone him basically breathing down the back of her neck for an HOUR) her patience had been wearing thin, but Sam somehow knew just which buttons to press. His honey-coloured eyes bore into him, his signature look of superiority leaving a taste in her mouth like gravel mixed with piss. She began slowly, quietly. “listen here, Sam. And you better listen close, you stuck-up, self aggrandising pain in my ass, cause you might not have another chance. I am a very very busy, very very stressed out woman, and I am not in the mood to take any of your shit,” it was barely louder than a whisper, but the stress she put on the sibilants betrayed the fact that she was quite ready to throttle him until he blacked out if he made one wrong move.

“Now, Sam, you are going to take these documents. you are going to give them to selberg or whoever they need to be given to. Then you’re not going to even think of bothering me about anything, I repeat any-thing until tomorrow.”

She was honestly shocked when he replied “Of course captain. As you wish.” He averted her gaze. “I will do my best to avoid you for the next thirty-six seconds. Make that thirty five. Thirty fou-“ of course it was too good to be true. Of FUCKING COURSE. She wanted to scream until her ears were bleeding, but she had no time for this shit. “Fuck you” she turned on her heel, attempted to swallow the lump in her throat and slam the door behind her, but she took only two steps and her vision was swallowed by darkness.

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Sorry it’s so late!! I’ve been v tired recently with exams and all that. Anyway enough excuses here’s the next lovebert (lamlace?) chapter I’m going to get a drink I’m parched I wrote this in like less than 20 mins I have no idea what I’m doing

Xoxo amfi (idk that’s just what I’m calling myself on this blog ig it’s pronounced am-fee)

#w359 #wolf 359 #isabel lovelace #w359 spoilers #fanfic #f/m #angst?#angst.#lovelace #samuel lambert #sambert #lovebert?#lamlace?#I’m so bad at ship names honestly #in other news I’m addicted to tomodachi life

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 5 years ago

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You have to be quiet

pairing: Jimin x female reader (guest star Hoseok)

genre: smut, established relationship au

word count: 3.7k | reading time: 20 min

summary: After all the boys have gone to sleep and your boyfriend is acting very needy, you decide to sleep over with the condition that you won’t have sex. Since Hoseok is sleeping in the same room. But honestly, that’s not going to stop Jimin…

warnings: dom!Jimin, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, they’re fucking next to a sleeping Hoseok yall, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex (stay safe guys), creampie, dirty talk, name-calling, explicit language, marking, slight gagging (with his hand), vocal sex but they’re trying to be quiet, just porn with slight plot

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Jimin had insisted you watched a movie together, even though work and dinner had taken too long and it was already past 11 when you started it. All the boys had gone to sleep and even your eyes seemed to be blinking too slowly from fatigue near the end. But your boyfriend didn’t seem to share your sleepiness. You were cuddled up to his side and his left hand had somehow found its way on your left breast, under your shirt, massaging you slowly.

“They’re all asleep, baby,” Jimin answered as if he had read your mind when you glanced over your shoulder.

“Doesn’t mean we can do this here,” you murmured. But you didn’t exactly stop him, he wasn’t doing anything too dangerous. Until his right hand started traveling up your thigh. “Just pay attention to the movie, Jimin,” you mumbled and held his hand, intertwining your fingers.

“Yes, ma'am,” he teased you with a smile. His eyes were back on the screen, maybe for three whole minutes, before he started kissing down your neck. His hot breath made you whimper, giving him the consent to continue when in reality your anxiety was spiking.

“Jimin,” you meant to groan his name, but it didn’t come out exactly like that. He stopped momentarily and looked you in the eyes. His were wide and dark, his lips slightly parted, his eyebrows raised in anticipation of your next complaint with smugness. But you couldn’t complain. You never could, not when he gave you that look. So you just sighed, biting your lip and kept on watching the movie. Letting his hands travel all over your body like a little kid who had been granted access to the cookie jar. He seemed so excited, maybe a little too excited to be groping you as if you were made of dough, in a room where anyone could walk in.

Towards the end of the movie, and since no other member had interrupted you yet, you gave into his antics and kissed him back. Jimin all but devoured your lips when they touched his. He quickly pulled you over him so you could straddle his lap, the movie long forgotten, his hands slipping under your shirt to touch your bare, hot skin. You were hesitant, opening your eyes now and then to make sure you were still alone, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. The end credits started rolling behind you and you were bold enough to move closer, flashing yourself on Jimin’s body. He moaned into your mouth right when you felt his hard cock pushing on your crotch through his clothes. You had realized he was needy the whole time, but you hadn’t realized exactly how excited he’d gotten himself.

You pushed back to look at him. His full lips looked fuller, red and glistening, his hair slightly messy but you hadn’t even noticed when you had dipped your fingers in it. And he looked up at you in the way you recognized very well; the way he looks at you when he’s turned on beyond repair.

“The movie is over… we should go to sleep,” you whispered cautiously. Here you had your boyfriend fucking you with just his eyes and you were unsure of how to act.

“Yeah… yeah, we should,” he quickly replied, his face beaming with a bright smile. Which is when it hit you that you two meant “sleep” in different ways.

“Okay… maybe I should go home then?”

His smile had never turned into a frown so quickly. “What? No! Why would you leave now?”

“What, you want me to sleep here?” you asked looking around you. You had nothing against the boys’ dorm; in fact, you spent most of your shared time there. It was just that when it came to actual sleeping, your boyfriend and you both preferred the more private setting of your apartment. Plus, you knew exactly what he was up to, and you couldn’t exactly do that here since he shared a room with Hoseok.

“Yes, obviously,” he whined, clutching onto you tighter. “It’s like 1 am, baby, I can’t let you go alone this late.”

You pressed your lips into a pout. “Then come with me?” To drive your point home, you ground down on his erection gently. Make it harder for him to say no. But he held your hips.

“Babe, let’s just sleep here, okay? It’s too late to go to your place. Hobi hyung is not going to have any problem with you staying over, I promise.” To drive his point home, he buried his face in your bust and started planting kisses on your neckline and the swell of your breasts.

Your pout intensified. “And we’ll just sleep?”

Jimin gave you a half-smirk. “Of course,” he mumbled and helped both of you get up.

You held him back before he could sprint to his room. “Just sleep?” He looked at you without replying right away. “We can’t do anything with Hoseok in the room, Jimin. You know I can’t do that.” You knew it was almost insane of you to be asking him that when he was already so hard and ready. To be honest, you weren’t sure even if you would be able to keep your hands to yourself. But you couldn’t exactly let it happen that easily.

To your surprise, Jimin gave you a soft, reassuring smile. “Don’t worry babe. I just want to cuddle you,” he said lovingly. You almost fell for it, you would have, if his hard-on wasn’t still so visible through his sweatpants.

Maybe you connived. You let yourself be guided to his room, where he opened the door as quietly as he could, to reveal a dark space filled only by Hoseok’s light snores. Jimin sat on his bed and looked at you with a suspiciously innocent smile. You stood before him, your eyes going back and forth from your boyfriend to the other member’s back that slowly rose and fell at the other side of the room. He seemed to be sleeping very deeply, not even slightly aware of your arrival. That calmed you down a bit.

“Will you give me some pajamas?” you whispered.

Jimin nodded and got up. You kept your stare on Hoseok’s sleeping form, almost paranoid that he could hear everything, even when there was nothing to hear. But Jimin didn’t seem too concerned. He opened his drawers with no caution not to be too loud, selecting his favorite Chimmy pajamas and bringing them to his bed. He kept a protective hand over them as if he didn’t want to let you have them, even when you reached for them.

“Well, take off your clothes, then.” He spoke lowly but didn’t whisper. It made you cower and immediately make sure he hadn’t woken up his hyung. But he never looked back. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge that his friend was in his bed only a few meters away from them. Jimin kept his fierce gaze on you, his hand coming up to rub his bottom lip like he was expecting a show out of your undressing.

You pressed your lips together as well as your thighs. Hoseok or not, Jimin looked so hot when he was acting like that. But somebody had to be the voice of reason, so you looked away pretending to be unaffected, and pulled your shirt off. Your skin was so hot it felt like you released a heatwave with you freeing it. Checking the two men in the room, neither had changed positions at all. You moved your hands behind your back and undid your bra, letting it fall on the floor. Then you stretched out your hand. You weren’t going to continue until you had the top of the pajama on. You thought.

Jimin got up, his fingers carefully touching over your tummy and your love handles. He squeezed you and brought you closer to his body. You hid like that, behind his slightly bigger than yours frame, and let him kiss you. His kiss was more gentle than before, slower, but deeper. His tongue brushed against yours and you felt your stomach flip, pressing yourself closer to him. You enjoyed this dangerous, almost illicit kiss from your boyfriend more than you expected, or cared to admit. He released your lips only to latch onto your neck, and you let out a gasp, for which you immediately scolded yourself mentally. You needed to keep quiet, yet Jimin was doing anything but that, sucking on your neck with lustful, wet noises filling the room. You had your eyes fixed on the man sleeping and it felt foreign, how another man was kissing you, and another in your head.

“Jimin,” you moaned lightly, almost as if to remind yourself who was marking you. He hummed in response. “Pa-pajamas,” you whispered, like a fool, still believing he would let you get dressed.

“Yeah, yeah…” he murmured, but instead of letting go of you, he moved his mouth lower. Left open-mouthed kisses all along your collarbone as his hands both moved to wrap around one of your breasts each, squeezing them with fervor. His tongue sprung out and licked a long stripe at the center of your chest. You wrapped your fingers in his hair and pulled, trying to get him off you, which only made him hornier. He growled and bit down on your right breast, making you gasp again. He held you forcefully now, almost painfully, leaving no chance to escape, as his mouth attacked your right nipple.

“Ji-Jimin…” you moaned. You felt his tongue lap at you like a dog drinking water, his teeth grazing your sensitive bud and sucking as if he was trying to make you leak. He always loved playing with your boobs, but he had never been so aggressive about it. Your hold on him got tighter. He let you go finally, but only to move to the other nipple, copying his assault exactly. You bit your lip trying to keep quiet, while your eyes checked on Hoseok once again. You could no longer hear his breathing due to Jimin munching on you so sloppily, but you trusted he hadn’t woken up yet. You felt your cheeks burn at the thought of what would happen if he did, turned around to find you shirtless and a Jimin clasped onto you for dear life.

“Jimin we shouldn't…” you mumbled again. He surprisingly stopped, and for a moment you thought he would agree with you as he looked up into your eyes. But the little heathen just smirked and lowered to his knees.

“I’m not doing anything…” he said to vex you. And very casually unbuttoned your pants, eyes still on you.

You took a step back, contemplated what to do next before you pulled your pants down and threw them away. But you didn’t do it for him. No, you stayed just out of reach, frowning down at him. He was becoming insufferable. Jimin stayed there, on his knees, waiting for you to give in. He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips, his smirk never leaving his face. What a tease.

“How can you be so cool about this?” you bowed your head and whispered at him angrily. “Hoseok is right. There.”

It was like he didn’t hear a thing. He never looked back, he never wavered. No, he just grabbed your wrist before you could lean back away and pulled you closer. Close enough to wrap both arms around your thighs and smile up at you, bragging for his victory.

“Jimin! No, let me get dressed,” you pleaded, your voice cracking, almost getting a little too loud. You put your hands on his shoulders, pushing yourself back and away from him, but his grip was too strong. He chuckled.

“Babe, come on…” he said loudly enough for you too frantically shush him. Your head raised to check on Hoseok, but he still hadn’t moved at all. When you looked back down, Jimin had let his long tongue snake out between his swollen lips in search of your clothed center that was right in front of him. You gulped at the sight. He didn’t say anything else, he didn’t plead, not with words at least. But he did look up at you, his tongue stretched out and inching closer with every passing moment until you could feel his hot breath hitting your panties.

“S-shit…” you cursed, sucking in a breath the moment the tip of his tongue touched you. And you caved. You buried your fingernails in his shoulders as he managed to get close enough to push the whole surface of his tongue on you. And you whimpered. Your lace panties did very little in covering you up, instead making the friction even worse, as Jimin french kissed your cunt over them. When he’d gotten them too wet -or maybe that was on you- he pushed the fabric to the side and licked your naked clit.

“Ah!” you called, immediately putting a hand over your mouth to silence yourself.

“Shh, baby, you have to keep quiet,” Jimin dared to mock. Right before he unceremoniously pushed your panties completely off of you. He tapped on the side of your knees. “Open,” he commanded, and you wasted no time.

His mouth was back on you immediately, sucking you and making wet, loud noises that you barely cared about anymore. He bit and suckled on your clit, then teased your entrance. His plump lips ate up your sides before you felt his tongue slip inside you. You cursed under your breath. But just as you put your hands behind his head to push him closer, he moved away. Jimin sucked at your inner thigh until he left a hickey, and you were just trying your best not to make any noises. But even if you didn’t, your short breaths were loud enough. Your eyes had rolled to the back of your head and all you cared about was getting to your high as Jimin started giving your clit some kitten licks.

After he squeezed your thighs a couple of times, he moved his hand to your pussy. Without stopping one bit, and with no warning, you felt two of his fingers push right inside of you.

“Ah- fuck!” you cried and it very clearly echoed to the end of the room.

Suddenly, you opened your eyes wide, almost having just remembered you weren’t alone. And Hoseok was still there, facing away. But you couldn’t hear his light snoring.

Jimin didn’t seem to get what was happening right away, as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, angling them to hit that soft spot inside you, while he vigorously sucked on your clit. It felt so good, it almost made you say fuck it and let him keep going. A moan left your mouth, then a growl, and then you were pulling Jimin’s hair so hard you managed to break him off of you.

“Ah- Ji-” you started very quietly, but froze when you saw from the corner of your eyes Hoseok moving. Your mouth hung open and you just stared at Jimin with a pale face, who was looking at you confused. All you heard was a sigh. Jimin’s eyes flew to the side, as if he had finally acknowledged the other man’s presence, but was still not interested enough to look back. You, on the other hand, couldn’t feel your legs. You stayed there, not moving, not breathing, as if that way he wouldn’t see you. And you waited for something, anything.

But there was silence. You gulped and dared to turn your look towards Hoseok’s side. He had turned around and was facing you. His face right into your direction. Like he was staring at you. But it was too dark to be able to see his face. You couldn’t understand, you couldn’t see if his eyes were open or closed. Your heart was banging and it was the only thing you could hear as you were waiting for Hoseok to say something. And if he didn’t any time soon, you’d probably faint since you hadn’t breathed at all.

But then you heard his slight snoring. The relief that washed over you made your legs completely give out. Jimin held you as you fell in his arms, barely not sobbing. Hoseok’s snoring quickly went back to being frequent and loud, an indication he had never woken up but was simply turning in his sleep. And all of a sudden, all the anxiety turned into something else, and you almost laughed. Instead, you grabbed your boyfriend and you kissed him passionately. Like this was your last chance to.

“Shit- baby…” Jimin growled under his breath, already undressing. “Get in the bed,” he ordered and you were happily under the covers in a split second. And the moment he got in with you, you felt safe for the first time that night. Those covers shielded you and protected you. And he was there with you.

Jimin didn’t waste any time before kissing you again, his hand traveling to your pussy to rub quick circles on your clit. You moaned boldly. Grabbed his forearm to push him closer and bit down on his lip hungrily. Beforehand, you worried about waking Hoseok up. Now there was only one thing in your mind.

“Fuck, Jimin, I want you inside me…” you whined and he mimicked you, dipping one finger inside of you real quick to check if you were still wet. And you were, a lot.

“Look how wet you are…” he murmured, taking out his finger in a harsh way that allowed him to collect your juices. And he smeared them all on his dick as he pumped himself lazily a couple of times. “You be quiet, right love? You can be quiet for me?” He asked as he positioned himself at your entrance. He rubbed the head of his dick on you a couple of times before you slapped his arms.

“Don’t tease, Jimin!”

And he didn’t. Pushed into you nice and slow, until he bottomed out. Your chest vibrated with a long breath you let out when you finally felt full, complete, as if Jimin’s dick was the only thing you needed this whole time to calm you down. He leaned down and kissed you as he started moving. He didn’t move too fast, nor too hard, yet every touch felt like it set you on fire, already so frustrated from being so close to your climax but missing it. You had your mouth wide open while Jimin held the top of your head and stared into your eyes which couldn’t focus on him. He was so content just to see that face of utter bliss you were making just by feeling him inside you. A little bit smug, too.

“Look at you. You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” Jimin whispered in your ear. “Letting me fuck you even when Hoseok is sleeping right next to us.” You moaned, whined a complaint of some sort, silence being very hard to achieve while Jimin was picking up his pace. “Yeah, I bet you liked almost being caught, didn’t you?” he taunted, biting the skin right under your ear.

“Ah, sh-…” you gasped, your hips rising involuntarily to meet his thrusts.

Jimin pushed you down again, then grabbed your jaw with his other hand and forced you to look at him. “I told you to be quiet, love. You don’t wanna wake him up, do you?” With his last words, he thrust particularly hard to get a definite reaction from you. Which he did, as you chocked out a moan again, your eyes shutting and your nails digging at his back. “Do you?” he repeated. “Is that what you really what, hm? Is that why you keep moaning like a whore, so that he can hear you?”

You desperately shook your head, biting your lip to stop any more sounds from coming out. Jimin halted his assault so that he could grab your legs and raise them over both his shoulders. Before you could even adjust to the new position, he forced himself deep inside you, hitting your cervix. Which made you scream.

“Shh- fuck-” Jimin growled and suddenly covered your mouth with his hand. It only took the stress of keeping quiet off of you; now you could moan with every thrust. And you did, your voice coming muffled through his fingers, more and more high pitched the closer you got to your high. “Shh, shit- what- You wanna wake up the whole house?” Jimin snarled, taking off his hand and replacing it with his mouth. Probably to silence himself more than you, as he was getting close too.

You desperately pushed your tongue deep as he did the same, almost gagging on your kiss. You heard him moan into your kiss and felt his thrust getting sloppier, so you reached down to rub your clit. Jimin suddenly pulled back, releasing your mouth but covering it up again with his right hand. His left one moved down and intertwined with yours on your clit, doubling the effort and making you go twice as fast.

“Come for me, baby. But not too loudly, yeah? Only I want to hear your pretty moans. They’re mine, yeah?”

And right then, you were spasming so hard your knees hit your chest, your head was thrown back, your neck straining with an effort not to scream, while your hips met Jimin’s last thrust as he came inside you. You were still spasming and riding your high when he pulled your face down and devoured your mouth.

You had a tiny memory gap, the next thing you remember is Jimin peppering kisses all over your face and smiling at you gently while stroking your hair. You smiled back at him, trying to catch your breath.

“You okay, baby?” he asked gently.

You kissed him. “I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too. So much.”

He rested his forehead on yours, caressing you for a little while longer, and you started playing with the back of his hair too. He looked so pretty, you thought, sweaty and flustered like that. You closed your eyes to fully enjoy this perfect moment, where you only felt happiness and fulfillment until somebody ruined it completely.

“So, are you two done?”

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alleycat97 · 4 years ago

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Snow Queen

Part 1? Just some random Hella Soft Blaine and Mc story. I don’t know what I was shooting for but here you go. Maybe a part 2? Idk yet.

F!Blaine x Mc(Kennedy Monroe)

Tag list: @blaine-hayes @samanthadalton @fundamentalromantic @kwaj05 @danna-min-sinclair @mintchocolate-chip @dopeyouth @shows-simp-card @clowneryme @scarlet-letter-a0114 @avanimous @choicesilona @somewillwin @iamsimpforpoppy @robintora @alexlabhont

Some vacation, who would have guessed a private ski lodge for diplomats with body guards and maximum security would have an issue with paparazzi?

Usually they don’t bother or even get near the place unless there is a story, and Kennedy Monroe was the story of the year, that was, if they could catch her.

She spent most of her vacation avoiding the paparazzi by a series of gut wrenching maneuvers on the slopes along with Blaine. It was actually becoming quite fun trying to evade them. It kept the adrenaline pumping for the girls as they tried to outdo one another in their big escapes.

For as much as they skied together and spent time together laughing and hanging out on the slopes, no one had put the two together, something that might unravel itself sooner rather than later.

Blaine and Kennedy started their morning’s off sitting next to each other at breakfast. Blaine always made sure Kennedy finished all her food before hitting the slopes. Besides evading the paparazzi, Blaine helped Kennedy with new moves and tricks on some jumps. Kennedy wasn’t the worlds worst skier, she just wasn’t as polished as Blaine.

But it wasn’t always skiing. The two girls would sneak off the runs and build snowmen and snow angels. One afternoon was so bad with the paparazzi, Blaine pulled Kennedy off the run and built them an igloo to hide in. One of many hidden talents the Ardonian possessed.

Of course the igloo wasn’t the largest of structures, especially the inside. Kennedy nearly had to straddle Blaine’s lap just to fit inside, something neither girl was complaining about.

“I see what you did here Blaine.” Kennedy smirked.

“What? I didn’t do anything.” Blaine replied with her trademark grin. “Just big enough for two.”

The two were quite fond of the igloo, it was their private oasis away from their friends and press on the slopes but would always end up back in Blaine’s room soaking away the aches of the days adventures.

The two started opposite of each other, just barely allowing their feet to rub one another. Then they started sitting side by side so they could hold hands. Then they always ended up with Kennedy sitting with her back to Blaine’s front, with the brunettes legs wrapped around the blonde’s waist.

Kennedy would just relax back into Blaine as she felt the girls grip tighten and the soft brush of her lips caressing the skin behind her ear. Not much was said, but the delicate actions spoke louder than any word either could muster.

One of the last morning’s, Blaine wasn’t at breakfast. Kennedy shot her a quick text before taking her own seat.

Blaine immediately responded with a message telling Kennedy to meet her at the igloo around noon for a surprise. Kennedy couldn’t stop bouncing in anticipation at the possibilities.

A surprise? From Blaine? Kennedy didn’t know whether to be excited or afraid.

Kennedy made it to the top of the ski lift and solo skied down the run and over to the secret igloo that Blaine had made. Finding Blaine tucked away inside with a blanket strung out with a picnic basket.

“Surprise!” Blaine greeted awkwardly, this feeling was all new to her.

“Oh a picnic? How romantic.”

“Yeah yeah I’m a saint. Now dig in, I’ve slaved over this all morning.” Blaine admitted timidly.

“You!? You made all this food? Thanks for the warning.” Kennedy teased pushing the basket away.

“Hey! It’s not that bad! I worked hard on it!”

Kennedy took the basket back and dug in, moaning in surprise on how tasteful the food was. “This is amazing Blaine thank you.”

Blaine smiled due to her small victory. Never in a million years did she ever consider baking anything for anyone, including a special someone. But here she was smiling, watching Kennedy enjoy her handy work.

After the tasteful lunch Kennedy tossed the basket aside, capturing Blaine’s lips with intensity and passion.

“Thank you so much for lunch Blaine, it was perfect.”

“A perfect lunch, for a perfect girl.” Blaine happily replied returning the kiss.

“When did you become so soft!?” Kennedy grinned.

“First day of school when I slammed that limo door shut, I caught a beautiful blonde staring from the sidewalk. I knew then I was toast.”

Kennedy squeezed Blaine’s hand thinking back to that day and how far the two have come, even if it was on the down low.

“But don’t you dare tell anyone Rutherland, my reputation would be destroyed.”

“We will keep it our little secret. And speaking of secrets? Do you think we will ever spill this one?” Kennedy said gesturing between them.

“I hope so, and soon.” Blaine admitted. “I value our time together as us, but I want the world to know you’re mine.”

“I agree. But do you think we are ready to take that on? We have countries to think about, our own people, our families.”

“Hell with them. We are grown women Kennedy, we can make our own decisions for our own reasons.”

“So...you do wish to keep this going?” Kennedy questioned.

“Kennedy we can do anything if we try. It’s just you and me. Our future is what we make it, not what our parents or countries make it.”

“Ok who are you and what did you do with Blaine.” Kennedy teased, lightly nudging Blaine.

“I mean it Rutherland. You mean the world to me. On a night when bad dreams become a screamer, When they're messing with the dreamer, I can laugh it in the face. I can twist and shout my way out, And wrap yourself around me. Because I ain’t the way you found me, And I'll never be the same.”

“D...Did you just quote a Hall & Oates song?” Kennedy thought, mulling over Blaine’s words.

“That’s not important, but what is, is that you changed me for the better Rutherland. You got me bad and I don’t want it to stop. I mean hell, I even cooked you lunch!” Blaine pointed out.

“Yes you did my little chef.” Kennedy said giving Blaine another appreciative Kiss. “Soon the world will know. Soon.”

The two were interrupted by an intense wind gust that started to blow snow into the igloo. Blaine stuck her head out to examine the outside world.

“It’s snowing again. These are big flakes Kennedy, and with this wind, it won’t be long until it’s blizzard conditions.”

“It’s getting colder too.” Kennedy added watching her breath intensify into the air.

“We better get back now before it’s too late.” Blaine spoke hurriedly packing the gear up and slapping her skis on.

The two abandoned their igloo and set off for the lodge. It was a decent run, and the near whiteout conditions had set in quicker than either thought.

“Kennedy!” Blaine yelled over her shoulder. “Stay close! We will cut through the woods up ahead, snow should be lighter.”

“Ok!”

The two approached a small thicket, telling them the woods were close. An odd movement in the thicket caught Blaine’s attention.

“Kennedy! To the left!” She pointed out.

“Paparazzi!” Kennedy yelled back. “Do these guys ever take a day off!”

“I don’t think he see’s us!” Blaine added looking for the guy again. “Where did he go?”

“He was just right out front?” Kennedy said speeding past Blaine unaware of how close she was to the woods. “I don’t see him!?”

“Kennedy! Look out!” Blaine screamed as the man appeared in front of Kennedy with his camera snapping shots of the first daughter.

The close proximity in the blinding snow startled Kennedy and she swerved around the man, hitting a tree head on.

“Kennedy!” Blaine whined out in fear, stopping next to the blonde, checking her over. “You fucking asshole!” Blaine snapped towards the cameraman.

“Oh this is good footage!” The man said recording the entire interaction. “You care to comment why you are so worried about your rival countries first daughter?”

Blaine reared back and slugged the creep. Taking his camera and tossing it against a tree, making sure it was good and broke. “Put that in your article asshole.”

The man staggered over and snagged his sim card before Blaine could and made his escape before Blaine had a chance to kill him.

“Kennedy!? Are you ok?” She asked rushing over when she heard the girl moaning in pain.

Kennedy tried to roll over, crying in immense pain. “Where does it hurt?” Blaine asked.

“My shoulder and neck.” Kennedy weakly got out. “My nose. I...I can’t breathe Blaine!” Kennedy started to freak but Blaine tried to calm her. Blaine noticed the blood surrounding the girls face.

“Broken nose, try and breathe through your mouth. Relax... breathe in, and out. Stay calm and I’ll call for help.” Blaine assured.

Soon the ski patrol made it with a evac snowmobile to find Blaine using her body to cover and warm Kennedy.

“Miss? We need to get her to the lodge.” The rescuer spoke removing Blaine.

The brunette watched as they speed off down the mountain with Kennedy and she hopped on the other machine to quickly get out of this snow storm.

As soon as she made it the lodge her classmates and Tatum had swarmed her.

“What happened to Kennedy?” Dionne asked.

“Yeah! They rushed her in on a stretcher and everything!” Peter added.

“I’ll need to ask you some questions Miss Hayes.” Tatum asked professionally.

“What the fuck is this!? 20 questions? Where is she?” Blaine snapped.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to answer the questions first. I’m not letting you see her without answering my questions. You are a witness and depending on your answers, a suspect.”

“Take your questions and shove them up your ass pretty boy. You’re not stopping me from seeing my girlfriend.”

The room went silent. Blaine could hear the many gasp’s from her friends but didn’t dare hide her relationship anymore.

“Girlfriend!?” Alexei asked. “I thought Evelyn was her girlfriend?”

“Pretend.” Evelyn noted.

“Finally!” Dionne squealed.

Tatum drug Blaine away and wrote down a room number. “That’s her room number at the hospital. Helicopter just took off.

“Then why are you still here?” Blaine questioned.

“I was supposed to interrogate you, but I see no need. I will need to ask you two what happened for my report when this settles down.” Tatum spoke.

Blaine, as restless as ever, called in her helicopter, and within an hour was taking off from the ski lodge in route to the hospital.

It was another 30 minute flight as she rushed into the hospital finding the correct level and the lucky door she was searching for. Demarco guarded the door but nodded for Blaine to go in.

“Kennedy?” Blaine asked easing into the room, finding the girl asleep on the bed. Her nose was severely bruised but had all the blood washed from her face. The cuts had been taken care of, and she was placed in a neck brace.

“Miss?” A nurse spoke entering the room. “We need to get Ms. Monroe to surgery. We are ready for her.”

“Surgery?” Blaine asked worriedly.

“On her shoulder and clavicle. It took a beating on that impact.” The nurse spoke taking the bed out the door.

Blaine wondered the halls alone waiting for Kennedy to finish surgery. It was literally the longest 5 hours of her life and the longest she’s gone without Kennedy aside from sleeping.

She didn’t know exactly how she fell so hard for Kennedy but she knew she didn’t want to go back. Life was so much better and worth living with her by her side.

“Ms. Hayes?” A nurse timidly approached, not wanting to interfere with a somber looking Blaine.

“Yes?”

“Ms. Monroe’s surgery was successful and she has returned to her room. She won’t stop asking for you.”

Blaine smiled as she took off running down the corridors, nearly bulldozing the room door down trying to get in so quickly.

“Blaine!” Kennedy squealed.

Blaine delicately took the girl in a hug, careful not to hurt her too much. “I missed you Rutherland.”

“Not as much as I missed you. You like my new look? Vogue says if your atleast 33% in castings, your trendy.” Kennedy teased.

“I guess given the circumstances, you look ravishing.” Blaine agreed.

“Ms. Hayes, if I didn’t know any better? I’d say your blushing.” Kennedy teased.

“Am not!” Blaine protested, blushing even harder. “Ok maybe alittle, so sue me.”

“I’ll do one better, come here.”

Blaine did as told and leaned down, meeting Kennedy in a much relieved and much needed kiss.

“I love you Blaine.”

“I love you Rutherland. So much.”

#playchoices #pixelberry #foreign affairs #fa blaine #f!blaine x mc #f!blaine hayes #blaine hayes #blaine x mc

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thequeenb · 4 years ago

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Pairings Poppy x MC

Zoe dragged me into this frat party where once again i had to see Poppy's face. I grew fond of her cruel words and her sharp glare. Everywhere i go i feel like i am being followed, that must be because everyone is so interesting in our stupid fights.

I am now sitting on a bench as the loud music consumes me. Zoe is playing beer ponk with the boys. She insisted on playing but i wasn't in the exact mood for that. Luis practically got offended saying he wants to team up with me again and kick their asses.

I chug the bitter liquor from my cup as i feel it burning my throat. What am i even doing here? Tomorrow i must grade the essays Professor Kingsley gave me. I probably drank more than i intended too but that's because of my latest encounter with Poppy.

As i stand up someone bump into me and the remaining liquor on my cup goes flying on my new shirt. Great, just what i needed. I glance up and see Veronica put her phone away looking at me apologetically. I never saw her alone without Poppy's dogs but now she looks different, more carefree

"You should really watch where you are going" she says smirking "here let me" she grabs a handful of napkins from a nearby table handing them to me

I roll my eyes "Maybe stop being on your phone that much"

Veronica chuckles sitting beside me "My followers will hate me if i do"

Wow how soothing. I try to clean the remaining alcohol knowing well it will leave a stain. I sigh running my hand through my hair, what am i supposed to say now?

"Are you here to livestream my failures or did Poppy send you?"

She looks at me skeptical and the silence is stretched out way to long "You know Poppy needs me i don't, i already have a platform"

I know well trust me. Me and Professor went through all of that a couple of weeks ago and luckily i am aware of the people around me

"Then why are you running behind her all the time?"

Veronica sighs and i can tell this question makes her uncomfortable "You dont have to tell me anything..you hate me anyways"

"I don't" she says looking at the chaotic party around us "i tried to put some sense into their heads but"

But they are a bunch of bitches threatened by a small town girl i know Veronica.

I laugh surprised at her statement "And why would i believe you?"

"I had a fight with Poppy. She wanted me to search something embarrassing about your past"

I am not surprised. Since day one Poppy has been nothing but bitter and cold towards me

She takes her phone out typing fast. Ok this girl is no joke. Finally she shoves her screen into my face and i gasp

"Oh my god delete that!" What the hell? How did she found my old account on Instagram

She laughs loudly "Gosh that selfie with the pig is amazing"

For a moment i think she will post it but she actually deletes it looking at me while typing a message. That's some skills.

"I mean no harm. I actually meant to bump into you" she takes a deep breath, her shoulders tense a little bit

"Oh really? Am i that interesting?" I chuckle as i gaze at her. She is indeed beautiful. Her hair is tied in a tight bun a little bit messy if you ask me. A lock of hair falls into her face and without realising i tuck it behind her ear

Her eyes have a hidden desire behind them as she lean in. Is this really happening? That until a loud cough bring me back to reality and of course its Chloe and Poppy

"I thought you said you are going to the bathroom not in the garbage"

I roll my eyes pulling away from Veronica who just sit up "What are you even doing with her? You know you really need to learn how to dress" Chloe says crossing her arms. She is two steps behind Poppy, her shadow basically how sad Chlo.

"Said the barbie wannabe" i stand up ready to leave when i hear Poppy clapping

"How charming Newbee thinks she is something, i can take you back to the bottom of the list but i feel to sorry for you"

Ugh yes Min-Sinclair i am so scared of you. I fight back the urge to respond to her as i head towards Zoe. She smiles warmly when she sees me

"Girl come here we are going to kick some ass!" She says excitedly passing me the ball

___

"Are you serious V you can't be seen with her in public" Chloe says looking up at Poppy for approval

Veronica rolls her eyes "Why don't you bring me a drink doggo?"

Before she can even respond Poppy waves her hand dismissively "Do that"

As she disappears they are finally alone and oh my her eyes are filled with anger

"If you felt nostalgic for the bottom food chain i can drag you there gladly"

Veronica laughs crossing her arms "What's your problem anyways, she is 20 on the rankings"

Poppy takes a step closer and i swear if this was a cartoon smoke would come out from her ears "Listen here you stupid cow i make the rules"

"Says who? The T? Or dozens of stupid brainless students?" Veronica claps back not backing down

"If i see you one more time near Hughes i won't hesitate to end you" Poppy spits out angrily as Chloe comes back with a drink

"I like her she is actually interesting"

Uh oh V you shouldn't have said that. Poppy is holding a drink i wouldn't test her. But instead she storms out with a low scream

Chloe is about to follow but she stops her tracks "Don't you dare follow me!!"

___

I am laughing with the boys felling the alcohol flowing through my veins. With the corner of my eye i see Poppy sitting alone on a bench. Where are her followers? Did Min-Sinclair fall off her high horse yet?

I sigh as i let my cup down approaching her. Zoe gives me a worried look and i nod thinking i am doing the right thing.

The more i approach the more clear i can hear. The music fades behind me and i can actually hear sniffing. Is Poppy crying? The heartless monster that tries to ruin my life has actual feelings? Wow shocker.

"What do you want? Talk to me when you find your sense of fashion" ouch i actually start to regret approaching

"You don't have to pretend, no one is around anyways" i say sitting a little far away from her testing the waters

She sighs letting her walls down "I don't like this party anyways Carter is giving no attention to me"

I try to hold back a laugh and i think she noticed "If you make fu--"

"Oh shut up i am trying to have an actual conversation with you"

"Don't kiss my friends, better yet forget Veronica because if you approach--"

I stand up throwing my hands in the air "Why are you so obsessed with me??" Oh wow i am actually impressed with myself

Poppy looks stunned for a second before standing up to face me "No one gets to talk to me this way Newbee especially someone with an annoying voice and no wearable clothes"

Gosh why do you have to be so annoying? I feel the alcohol kick in and i want to go as far away as possible before i say something i will regret

"You like me" yup there it is, i tried to warn you Bea.

"Excuse me? I like you?"

I suddenly get a notification on my phone. I ignore her outburst as i open the message noticing its from Veronica. Great timing V

"Will you look at that? Veronica wants to meet up so ta ta!"

"No!" She yells and i smirk. Good job Pop, very convincing

I laugh looking at her expression. I can see her faint blush under the neon lights. She is actually beautiful if she wasn't such a bitch. She looks uncomfortably around noticing we are all alone. Very subtle

"I don't want your dirt near my circle" she finally says crossing her arms. How cute

"There you are" Veronica appears at the best time looking between me and Poppy

"Am i interrupting something?" She says ready to step away but i walk towards her

"Actually i was about to come and find you" i say shooting a small smile at Poppy

"See you around!" I grab Veronica's hand leading us away. Oh its on

"AAAAAAA" i can hear a scream but it fades as we step into the dancefloor. For once i feel like i am winning. I dance my worries away as i enjoy making Poppy jealous as she watch us dance close. I will make you work for it darling, make your life a living hell.

As time passes i take a sit exhausted from dancing. Veronica had to go livestream promising she will be back soon. Aaand her comes Poppy once again approaching dangerously close

"What could you possibly want n--" but before i can even finish my sentence Poppy throws her arms around me pulling me into a heated kiss. What.Is.Happening?

I pull away stunned gazing at her shinny eyes "Never approach Veronica again" she says trying to catch her breath. Did she just kiss me?? Before i can even comprehend what we just did she blows me a kiss leaving "See you around Newbee"

I let out a laugh knowing well this is going to be fun.

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footballxwrites · 4 years ago

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ooh can i request for mctominay? maybe they were exes from like school and they met again when she gets job at United? thx xx

You really think I’d forget eh

It completely slipped your mind when you applied for the job, forgetting that he went on to play professionally for Man Utd. If you hadn’t already had an interview and got offered the physio position, you one hundred would’ve backed out, not wanting to see him again after all these years. I mean it had been what, five years maybe, and you looked totally different to 16 year old you, different hair, different style, different makeup the lot, so with any luck, he might not recognise you.

The minute you entered the training complex, you were greeted by the rest of the staff and shown to your office before being left alone to get sorted, ready for the lads to come in off the pitch. You couldn’t believe it when you spotted his name first on the list, just typical that you’d get the one person you didn’t want to see and dreaded looking him in the eyes nevermind trying to engage in a conversation. All the guys poured into the room, going to their assigned physios and tables and with you so zoned out staring at your phone, you didn’t even notice Scott who was already lying on the table until he cleared his throat. At first glance, it looked like he didn’t recognise you as you didn’t really let him get a good look at your face, keeping your head down and turning around at every given moment. Before he could say a word, Marcus walked over and started talking to him, a sigh of relief coming across you, not ready to discuss what happened all those years ago, about how you two had this young-love- romance type of thing going on back in school for a whole 3 years before yous called it quits when it was time to head off to college. Luckily for you though, it was a quick session and was over and done with in about 20 mins, the whole time his eyes were glued to his phone and full on just acting like you weren’t there, which you were glad about, not wanting to start what was probably going to be the most awkward conversation of you life.

“Right all done you’re free to go” you said with a rather tired voice as Scott sat up to shove his jacket and sliders back on, “been a long day has it Y/N?” he asked, your head shooting up to meet his gaze, terror filling your face not really knowing what to say next as you began to panic. “That is your name isn’t it, I think I heard someone say it earlier?” he proceeded to say as you let out a small laugh followed by a huge sigh, thankful he didn’t actually recognise you after all, “yeah yeah it is, I’m new here” you replied with a smile as he stood up, getting ready to walk out...

“You really think I’d forget eh” he whispered in your ear, grabbing your waist and spinning you around so you were staring straight at him, a huge grin across his face as you let out what I’d call a weird giggle/ half laugh, “was hoping you wouldn’t notice it was me to be honest” you replied, looking down before you felt a hand under your chin and a finger tilt it up so you were facing him again. “It’s really good to see you, been a few years hasn’t it” he spoke, a bit nervous, as you nodded “like so” you said, the awkwardness slowly wearing away, “anyways what are you doing working for united now, what happened to going to business school?” he asked, leaving you astonished at the fact he remembered that conversation you both had at the young, innocent age of 15 about your future careers, which in the end was the thing that broke the two of you apart, with him off to play for united full time and you moving to liverpool for college. “Some things just don’t work out I guess, but look on the bright side, here I am, working with a bunch of professional footballers who still act like a bunch of teens and also play for the team I love, what could be better” you teased jokingly as he playfully rolled his eyes, the both of you just standing there, gazing at one another for a few seconds before the faint voice of Marcus could be heard, calling Scott from down the corridor and interrupting your moment, “I have to go, but I look forward to seeing you everyday again, I know you feel the same so don’t even try and deny it” he laughed as you gently hit his chest before he ran off to meet his teammate.

Even after all these years, it still felt like there was something there between the two of you, like a certain spark, maybe working with him wasn’t going to be so bad...❤️

#footballer #football #football blurb #footballer imagine #scott mctominay #manchester united #man utd #premier league

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sunset-bobby · 4 years ago

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Title: You Mean the Holograms

Summary: Julie invites Carrie over to tell her the truth about her band, and maybe her dad, but what if she already knows

Word Count: 1886

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27822940

If there was one thing Carrie Wilson was good at, it was acting as if she was not aware of things. People often assume because she is the daughter of Trevor Wilson and shallow, which she is sometimes and is working on it, that she is not in tune with what’s going on in other people’s lives, but she is. So, when Julie texted her to come over saying she ‘needed to tell her something’. Carrie had a pretty good idea of what she was getting herself into. After all her dad is Trevor Wilson, and well he’s a terrible liar no matter how hard he tries. So that is how she found herself at Julie’s studio on a Saturday afternoon sitting on a chair, with Julie pacing in front of her nervously.

“Okay, so I called you here to introduce you to my band,” Julie stated and Carrie nodded along.

“The holograms?” she asked her in a false tone that made Julie believe she was clueless.

“That’s the thing. They aren’t actually holograms,” she paused and Carrie looked at her in anticipation., “ They’re ghosts.” Carrie gave her a look that was a mix of disbelief and confusion, but before she could say anything Julie cut her off.

“Before you say anything, let me show you,” and she heads off to the piano. Now Carrie can’t actually see the ghost, but she is already aware of their existence, so she sends a small smirk to the air and hopes one of them is catching on and finds this as amusing as she is. However if what she already knows about them is true the one most likely to catch on, is freaking out. Julie plays a piano riff that Carrie is familiar with before a faint whooshing sound comes in and before stands the face of 3 teenage boys that she is secretly very familiar with. Julie stops playing and the boys as well. Something new Carrie was not ready for. Point ghost.

“The new abilities are hard to explain as of right now, but they can now be seen after we play as well,” Julie explains and Carrie nods along once more.

“Okay, so Care this is-,” but Carrie takes the opportunity to expose her own secrets now.

“Luke, Reggie, and Alex. Formally of the early 90s rock band Sunset Curve, currently of the up and coming band Julie and the Phantoms,” she says and her tone is dripping with that false innocence she uses to really push certain statements over the edge, and from the looks on both the boys and Julie’s face it seems she has. The blonde one, Alex, is the first to speak.

“H-how does she know that?” he looks around at his shocked friends before looking back at her, “how do you know tha?” She smiles, not fully she doesn’t want it to seem like she’s finding amusement in his obvious sense of panic, but just enough to where they know she’s planned this.

“Did you ask your dad about it?” Reggie, the bassist, asked recovering next, and Carrie decided to add some more to the drama.

“My dad? Why would he be involved in this?” Her smile has dropped giving the illusion that she is serious about her confusion. The boys and Julie blubber out multiple excuses to each other trying to come up with the same story, and she lets them for a while, before cracking. A laugh escapes her lips drawing their attention back to her.

“I’m joking, no my dad told me everything,” she says in between laughs, but the others just continue to stare.

“So you already know everything?” Luke asks and there is a slight emphasis in his voice that makes her realize he is asking for something specific, and she knows what it is, but she isn’t going to let that out just yet.

“Oh do you mean how Alex likes to join me for Dirty Candi performances?”

“How did-”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve walked through you and that chill is pretty hard to miss,” she answers, interrupting Alex’s question. She looks over at Luke and his face is hard to read, but he’s definitely riled up.

“Or are you talking about if I know that you’re connected to Julie because of her mom, whom you met 20 mins prior to your, um….” she trailed off, she didn’t know if their passings were a sensitive topic or not.

“Wait, really?” Julie asked, and Carrie was not aware that she did not know.

“Um, yeah it’s how our parents met. However they didn’t become friends until your mom picked my sobbing dad up off of the streets of Sunset Boulevard, or at least that what he said,” she said nonchalantly. This topic was something her dad discussed multiple times. He was very open with his experience with grief, although she thinks it’s because Dr.Crystal advises him too. She takes another look at Luke, and by now she thinks he can tell she’s avoided the topic purposely. She sighs as he opens his mouth to speak, and talks before him.

“Fine. I know you want know if I am aware that the songs on my dad’s first two albums are Sunset Curves, that he didn’t credit you, and is legally not allowed to discuss it with anyone who doesn’t already know, because somehow his dumb 21 year old self didn’t know how to read through a contract,” she told him exasperated, but was shocked when she did not get an immediate response from the boy in return. Then again none of the others said anything either.

“Oh, you didn’t know about that detail did you?”

“No,” Luke said quietly, “no we did not.”

“Carrie if you knew all of this why didn’t you tell me. At least about the music part when we were friends?” Julie asked, and Carrie did not realize how this would look to her.

“I didn’t know until middle school, and I thought you knew too. I figured your mom was going to tell you.”

“I didn’t know she knew.”

“I’m sorry Juls. Maybe it was for a good reason. I only found out on accident,” Carrie offered and Julie nodded.

“Is there anything else you might know?” Reggie asked her, but the answer was a little iffy. She knew a lot of things thanks to her dad’s shrine to them, which she still finds weird despite the fact he’s also in the pictures.

“Maybe you should just ask me questions, and I can see what I can answer,” she suggested and they nodded. Alex started.

“Do you know anything about our families?”

“Some things, yes. Uh how sensitive is this topic though?” she wanted to make sure she covered all of her bases before continuing.

“It’s relatively sensitive, but we wanna know,” was all she got in response.

“Um okay, well despite the fact he did not credit you guys, my dad still gave money to your families, or at least those who deserved it. I don’t know much about your family, I’m sorry Reggie.”

“It’s okay,” he said, but she had a feeling it wasn’t. She did not want to over step.

“What about me?” Luke asked, “I know Julie and I saw my parents a couple weeks ago, and I try to visit them often, but I-,”

“You know,” she started cutting him off, “Ms. Emily is always telling my dad it does not do well to keep replaying your mistakes.”

“You’ve met my mom?”

“Yeah I saw her earlier in the month with my dad. We were continuing a tradition he and Julie’s mom started,” she explained.

“What tradition?”

“They bring her flowers on special occasions. I think it was a birthday or something. He’s never gone alone before. If Rose couldn’t go, he’d send them by mail, but he says that anniversaries are hard. I think that’s why he took me too.”

“Oh.”

“ Hey, I don’t know your story, but I don’t believe you should keep blaming yourself.”

“I’m not.”

“You are, I am very familiar with that look.”

“What about my family?” Alex asked, however his situation was a little different, and Carrie was not sure when the right time would come again.

“My dad doesn’t really like to talk to all of them. Mainly just my mom, but-”

“Mom!” Alex exclaimed, cutting her off.

“Yeah, my mom is Alyssa Da-”

“LYSSA, she’s like 10 years younger than him. I can’t believe he…” The boys looked at one another in disgust, but Carrie and Julie, just bubbled with laughter, causing the disgusted looks to turn into confused ones.

“What’s happening. Why are you laughing at the fact that Bobby defiled Alex’s little sister?” Luke asked.

“Okay, can we not say it like that,” Alex grimaced.

“Alex, don’t worry, he didn’t do anything with your sister,” Julie stated.

“Yeah, despite the small resemblances, he isn’t my biological dad,” she added.

“Then why-”

“She had me when she was 16, but instead of putting me up for adoption, she gave me to my dad. I don’t really know everything, but my dad told me when I was 7.” Alex nodded.

“Okay, but earlier you were laughing?” he asked, and Julie giggled beside her.

“Because I’m pretty sure we both thought of the same response,” Julie answered, and looked at Carrie.

“He says it whenever anyone asks about his relationship status in interviews,” Carrie also added.

“ Honey, I haven’t touched a woman since 1999,” they both quoted in sync before breaking out in a fit of laughter once more.

“Bobby is gay?!” all three boys shouted.

“Bi actually,” Julie corrected.

“With a preference for men...guitar players specifically,” Carrie continued.

“Not that any of them last very long according to tabloids,” Julie said aimlessly.

“Yeah, well you know dad is always picky. Apparently he has this thing where they have to match his talent,” Carrie said and she and Julie looked at one another again silently confirming if they were thinking the same thing, before turning back to the boys who were flickering.

“I guess this is our goodbye,” Reggie joked and Carrie cracked a smile.

“For now,” she added.

“Do you think you can come back? Tell us more about your dad and what we missed?” Luke asked, and she shook her head yes.

“Yeah, or you guys could come to mine and I can show you my dad’s Sunset Curve room that he likes to cry in sometimes.” That didn’t really get the laughs she thought it would, and she scolded herself for not remembering that joking about trauma was a Wilson thing, but the boys were gone before she could even back track, so she turned to Julie.

“Well I know they’re still here, but I drove myself so if you wanna hang out I could stick around,” she suggested, and Julie smiled.

“Yeah, I’d like that. Besides I think we have some things to talk about.” She led her out of the studio and Carrie happily followed, knowing that there were most likely three teenage ghosts following her. So yes, sometimes she does pretend to be clueless, because she likes being underestimated, but sometimes it’s good to show all of her strengths, because you might be able to mend a couple of friendships.

#julie and the phantoms #reggie jatp #alex jatp #luke patterson #julie molina #carrie wilson #trevor wilson #jatp fanfic #jatp #bobby jatp #sunset curve #rose molina #ray molina #carlos molina #flynn jatp #nick danforth evans #caleb covington #willie jatp #carrie and julie

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sardonic-courtney · 4 years ago

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Crowley x Reader. We met before. P1/7

Summary: You end up living with Bobby after your parents die. You go to church and meet Priest Crowley and you end up getting along (if you know what i mean). A few years later when Bobby passes you move the the bunker with Sam and Dean and end up meeting Crowley again.

Warnings: Mention of death, Spelling mistakes.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Around 2200 words.

Backstory:

In 1991 Y/N L/N was born. You were raised up by your parents. You loved them you really did, but they were never really there, with being hunters and all. You didn’t know much about the hunting business. But as you grew up you got to learn that all myths had a form of truth behind them and you gained some basic fighting skills to protect you in an emergency, and a knack for sorting lore. But that was it really. Your parents never discussed the details of work at home and being hunters, you moved around a lot. Which meant no real friends were ever made. You were lonely but getting a new book each time, you moved helped with that. Life was okay, until the accident.

You were 14 at the time. It was 9pm Tuesday when your parents left to hunt a vampire nest, whilst you were sat in a dodgy motel room waiting for them to come back. 3 hours later. 10 hours later. 12 hours later. You began to worry, but there wasn’t exactly anything you could do, you didn’t know where they were to try and find them, so you waited.

35 hours later. 8am Thursday and your parents still weren’t back, and you knew what you should do. You opened your old notebook to the back page and rang the emergency number just like you had been told. It rang a few times and then a gruff voice picked up, he had obviously been woken up by the phone call.

“Who the hell is this and why have you woken me up at this ungodly hour?” the voice on the other end of the line grumbled.

You froze. What were you supposed to say? It was only Bobby so you don’t know why you were so nervous.

“Hello? If this is you Dean, I swear the next time I see you” he trailed of.

“No.” You spoke still unsure. “It’s Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Oh, hello kid, why the sudden ring this early? Parents need a place to sleep again?”

“No Bobby its… they...” You trailed of. “they went on a hunt and its Nearly been 2 days since I’ve seen them and they said if this ever happens to call you and so I did and I’m sorry for waking you up its just I don’t know what to do and I don’t know where they are I just….”

“Wait, slow down. Where are you?” He interrupted.

“Jim Thorpe. Pennsylvania.” You replied.

“Where were they going before, they left? “

“To deal with a vampire nest.”

“all right kid, you did the right thing calling me. Pennsylvania? I’m 19 hours away so I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’m going to call some buddies of mine to see where they are, I think they are near the area and they will come and stay with you until I can get there okay? I’m going to call them now and then I will call you back, all I need you to do is tell me what motel you are in and stay there until I call back okay?” he explained trying to hide his worried tone.

“I’m at the ummmm…. Penn Terrace Motel. Room 12” you replied looking at the branded paper near the phone.

“Okay kid I’ll call you back soon. Don’t worry everything’s going to be fine” and with that he hung up.

You sat on the stiff motel bed looking down at the phone in your hand. You were numb. You weren’t exactly sad or worried, you were just numb. It was probably because you knew there was a chance your parents were gone but it just hadn’t synced in yet. So, you just sat, empty minded until the phone rang again.

“Right kid, my friends are only 15 minutes away, so they should be there in about 20 tops. I’m going to get a few things together and then leave to come and see you. It’s about 8:30 now so I will leave around 8:40, it will take me around 19 hours and I’ll need to fill up gas at some point so another 5 mins, and then I’ll need to take a break halfway for about an hour for food so I’ll get there at about….5:00am tomorrow. Is that okay?”

“Um yeah”

“Are you going to be okay? How are you feeling? As soon as I get there, we will go looking for your parents okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, okay”

“Right so my friends names are Sam and Dean. They will knock at your door and take you to get some food and will help us find your parents when I get there, but for that you’re going to have to find your dads maps, or evidence he has and give it to them. Can you do that?”

“Yeah I think I know where it is.” You respond looking at the bottom drawer next to their bed.

“You sure you’re going to be okay kid? Do you want me to wait on the phone until they get there?”

“No, it’s okay you can go get ready and I’ll find the evidence” you reply awkwardly to your godfather.

“Okay, well just ring me if you need anything else. Oh, and don’t worry about Sam and dean, they are nice just don’t open the door unless they say its them. Got it?”

“Got it”

“Right okay, I’ll see you soon kid”

“Bye Bobby” you hung up the phone. Looking at the clock it was now 8:35 which meant his friends wouldn’t be there for another 15 minutes. But might as well be prepared. You got up of the old bed and made your way over to the other side of the room. Leaning down and opening the bottom drawer to find it so full it was hard to open. After cramming somethings down, you managed to open it and you unload piles of paper, until you reach a leather journal.. It’s your dads and you know you aren’t allowed to touch it let alone look into it so you pick it up and discard it on the bed next to the drawer, you aren’t sure why you do this as it’s not like he is there to see you but either way you do.

You still have a while to wait so you sit on the bed and decide to busy your mind with sorting out the evidence. You know that if you sit there and do nothing you will end up worrying yourself so this is a way to keep you busy, plus you like organising and it will make you feel like you have done something to help.

You first sort out newspaper articles, then maps, then printed pages of lore and then finally notes scribbled across paper. You look at the maps and the slightly indescribable pen marks over them and start to get an idea on where the nest is. You had just narrowed it down to 3 places all abandoned within the radius of the killings when there was a knock at your door. You froze. You hear raced and you stayed silent. Another knock. You look over to where the knife your father got you for your birthday when you see the clock, it read 8:52. You had been sat sorting for 17 minutes and you hadn’t realised. Which meant it was probably Bobby’s friends at the door, still you were hesitant as you stood up and peaked out through the blinds, you were met with the sight of two men stood at you doorway. One with long brown hair wearing a grey t shirt with a brow zippy over. The other with shorter lighter hair wearing a green button up who was shorter than the other. Both looking tired and worried as they once again knocked on the door.

“Y/N” The taller one called through the door. “It’s Sam and Dean, we are the people Bobby sent”.

You slowly opened to door and let them in. Once they were in the room it was quiet. No one knew what to say so you all just stood looking at each other until the smaller one spoke up.

“Hey, I’m Dean this is my brother Sam. How are you doing?”

“Fine. I’m Y/N but you already knew that. How are you?” it was true. You were fine. You weren’t sad, certainly weren’t happy just fine. You knew you weren’t going to be a set emotion until you knew for sure where your parents were so for now you were fine.

“Alright thanks, and well in that case did you manage to find any of your dad’s resources?” The one who turned out to be Dean asked.

This got you interested. “Yeah, over on the bed. I sorted them out and I think I found a few places where the nests are likely to be. I wrote some notes on the back of a recite. I look through it all but there might be some more in my dad’s book, but I’m not allowed to go through that sooo” You trailed of.

All three of you looked over to the green duvet bed. The brothers headed over and started shuffling through some of the files, you just perched on your single bed which was nearest you. The room returned to silence. You fiddled with your laces on your trainers until Sam spoke up.

“You organised this yourself?”

“Yeah it was all jumbled and I had some time to spare before you got here so I thought I would try to help”

“Well it certainly does help. So, you think that either the mill house, fire department or cottage is where they went?” Sam asked picking up the map with the recite you had scribbled your theories on.

“It seems most likely”

“Damn seems Bobby was right Sammy we got a smart one with us” Dean said looking up at his brother smirking. “Be careful she may be better than you” Sam rolled his eyes and Dean turned to look at you. “You hungry? I could definitely go get a burger and some pie.”

“Mhm sure.” You said unsure, truth be told you didn’t know if you were hungry. You hadn’t eaten for a while and there was an ache in your stomach, but you didn’t know whether that was from missing food, or your parents.

“Right well let’s go”

So, you went to the small dinner just down the road. You nibbled on some food but didn’t end up eating much. After you returned to the motel the boys settled down re checking the evidence, they ended up agreeing with you, and you sat staring blankly at pages in a book or staring as the small television in the room. You don’t know how long it had been, but you must have fallen asleep because next thing you know you were woken up by the front door closing.

You blinked and looked around the room, the boys were no longer there, the room was empty. It was 7am so you must have slept for a while. Just are you sat up Bobby emerged from the kitchen are with a mug of coffee.

“Morning kid, how do you sleep”

“Hey, and fine thanks, how are you Bobby? When did you get here?” You replied your voice still rough from sleep.

“I’m fine as well and about 5 like I said but I thought it best to let you sleep. The boys have gone out to find your folks now and trust me they are the best hunters I know so they will find them. Now you want anything?”

“F/D if there is any left please”

“Coming right up.” He said and got you your drink.

You sat and did nothing waiting for the boys to come home. 3 hours later you heard the car outside and when they came in the room alone that’s when you knew. That was when you no longer felt numb. Everything around you seemed like it was moving in slow motion. Bobby got up and asked them something, but you couldn’t hear you couldn't focus on the voices.Your suspicions were confirmed when he turned around and headed for your bed with a frown on his face. You had no family. They had gone and now you were completely alone. You were crying and you didn’t rely it until bobby wiped a tear from your face.

“I’m so sorry kid”

You couldn’t reply only stare at him, tears streaming down your face as you tried to process the fact that you would never see them again. That was nearly 4 years ago.

In between then and now you moved in with Bobby as he was your godfather, and he basically became a real father to you. He was very protective of you and you grew really close. Same with the brothers, who became part of your family as well. You weren’t alone, and of course you missed your parents, but your life was good. You had tried to persuade Bobby to let you hunt with the boys, but he wouldn’t allow it until you were 18. That’s when you could start proper training. So, until then your days were filled with helping Bobby out with lore and evidence other hunters needed, he said you had a gift with that, and going to the local church. You didn’t exactly know what you believed in to be honest. But it got you out of the house and Bobby didn’t object. Especially after Dean went to hell and befriended an angel. You had only heard stories of course but they made going to church seem a bit more worth it. And now your sat watching a film with Bobby the day before your 18th birthday. The day you can finally start training and properly helping on hunts.

#crowley #crowley x reader #crowley x you #supernatural #priestcrowley #xreader

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tealbbysims · 4 years ago

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Back in the Foxbury Commons Masia is editing her term papers and she’s pretty satisfied with the quality of her work. Suddenly, she’s interrupted by a phone call from Gonzalo...

Gonzalo: I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 20.

Maisa: Sh*t. Uh...ok. Give me a minute though. I’m at the Commons and I need to head back to my dorm to change.

Gonzalo: *sighs* We have reservations, Masia. We’re gonna be late.

Masia: No we aren’t. We’ll be fine. I’m leaving the commons now. I’ll be ready by the time you get to my place.

Gonzalo: Sure you will.

Maisa: I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, G. I’ll be ready when you get here.

Gonzalo: Should I be offended or worried that you forgot date night?

Masia: Neither because I didn’t forget. I got distracted.

Gonzalo: Uh huh. I’m 15 mins away now.

Masia: I’m leaving now! See you in 15.

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enigmawrappedinhypocrisy · 4 years ago

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S/O's parent- "Wait your sweet boyfriend Barley you never shut up about is Barley Lightfoot, are you serious?!" S/O- "What's that suppose to mean?!" (Since Barley has a reputation in town.)

Hmm... I did write myself into this corner huh?

Okay... lets see what my fingers come up with...

~*~

Warnings: Bad, judgmental Parents.

A/N: I generally headcanon reader (and Barley) as at least 20~ and pretty capable of making their own decisions...

It’s not like young teens making life decisions with no understanding of real life... ( >0 ω 0<) They work and mostly support themselves. So I don’t think reader’s out of line here... just saying...

❀✦ Master List✦❀

~*~

After managing to break apart from Barley, and leaving his van, you practically skipped into the house.

You were gone, Barley was the best boyfriend ever, you didn’t know how you got so lucky. You were in a constant state of swoon when it came to all things him. There was no one like him, no one even came close, he was just so wonderful, and maybe you were a little messed up about it...

It was maybe because of this you didn’t notice your parents at first, or their reactions, as you waltzed into the house, almost humming with happiness.

If you had been paying attention you would have caught the concerned and pointed look they were sharing.

It seems they had done a little snooping out the window as you were dropped off and were none too pleased.

“Um, honey...” One begins.

“hmm?”

“Why were you just dropped off by Barley Lightfoot?” the other adds a tone of nervousness sneaking into their words.

You blink at them, “What do you mean?”

“Did something happen on your date?” maybe your boyfriend had an emergency and the Lightfoot boy was nice enough to drive you home? They hoped something like this would be the case.

“What? No! Well yes, I mean... Barley took me skating and wasn’t really good at it so we spent most of the time in the arcade-” you begin, getting cut off by your parent’s sudden interruption.

“Wait!”

You focus your attention on your parents.

“You’re dating Barley Lightfoot?!”

You nod, wasn’t it obvious?

“This boy you’re so obsessed with, the one you never stop talking about... Is Barley Lightfoot?”

“yeeeah?” You were starting to not like where this was going.

“The Barley Lightfoot?!”

“Yes” Your body language shifts, now standing straighter your arms cross over your chest.

“The delinquent Barley Lightfoot? The one that’s always protesting old crap being taken down?”

Uh oh... you can see where this is going and quickly pull out your phone.

You text Barley...

“We were stuck for 20 mins the other day because of one of his stunts!” the other adds. “Are you listening to me? We were late because of him!”

“I remember, you were a few minutes late coming home from the movies... what a tragedy” you recall them complaining for a long while about the traffic that day.

“It was”

“You’re really dating him?” the other parent gets things back on track.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you’re glaring now.

“He’s bad news, practically a criminal!”

“In fact I think he is a criminal”

“If it wasn’t for that saintly Officer Colt he’d be in prison already probably...”

“Wooooow!” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing... well you could... it wasn’t exactly a foreign sentiment when it came to Barley... and Colt was not saint when it came to the boy either... You’ve heard how he talks to and about his step-son...

You hoped, however, that your parents would’ve noticed how happy you were with the aforementioned elf boy and in the very least mind their business. If not be over the moons you had found someone that was so good to you.

It seems that wasn’t the case... and their rude assumptions about the boy you were so very fond of hit you in such a way you didn’t think twice about speaking up for him.

“Barley is wonderful!” you growl.

“But he’s-”

“He’s always there when I need someone!” you finish the sentence for them.

“We’re always here for you” they protest.

“He’s the most thoughtful, warmhearted man I’ve ever met!” You push forward, ignoring your parents indignant interruptions. “He’s smarter than 90 percent of the people in this town! Definitely the Kindest...”

“That’s not- We’re just-”

“but he’s- Barley is-” Your parents sputter, not really having an argument beyond He has a reputation and we don’t like him.

By now you’ve picked up on the approaching rumble of what you know to be Guinevere... Once again... Proving your point... Barley’s there for you when you need him.

“You should be happy that I’m happy! And trust in my judgement, and not gossip!” you turn, “I’m going to Barley’s until you two decide to be adults” you march out of the house, closing the door behind you and make your way to Barley’s van.

You do not catch their reactions, but you’re sure they’re not pleased.

They don’t stop you from leaving though...

~*~

You quickly climb into Guinevere, eager to escape.

“Hi, what happened?” He’s worried, and his look of concern makes you melt.

“Hi, Just go, I’ll tell you when we’re not here” you bite your lip, catching sight of your parents glaring in the van’s direction in one of her mirrors. You chose to ignore them.

Barley knows you well enough to take your word and pulls onto the road, driving in no particular direction, just away.

He waits for you, knowing you’ll talk when your ready.

He just wants you to be okay...

The further from your house you get the more relaxed you become, eventually the tightness in your chest leaves. You’re able to relax, and wonder how much you should tell him.

You don’t want Barley to feel bad, but you don’t want to lie... so eventually you do tell him what happened. All the while you make sure to let him know, in no uncertain terms, that you’re on his side.

You know who Barley is... you love who he is... and you’re going to stick by him! If your parents want to be assholes about it, that’s their problem... And you don’t have to deal with that right now...

~*~

A/N: okay so like... I know Colt isn’t, like, super bad... buuut as someone who had an abusive step parent, i’m really not happy with the way he talks to/about Barley, why would those other cops think it’s okay to talk shit about the baby with who they thought was Colt? Cause he probably initiates it sometimes... and the “dang those kids” line... it just rubs me wrong okay... sorry maybe I’ll try and write something nice with the boys bonding with him or something eventually... but for now... thanks for coming to my rant... (─‿‿─)

#Barley Lightfoot #Barley #Onward #Pixar's Onward #Barley x reader #Barley Lightfoot x reader #drabble #ask #fanfic #fic

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