#and she just kept reading the main menu over and over

[garlicslut]

heart beating and thumping like im running for my life and rlly its just the weekend and there's gonna be a lot of chr*stians coming into my work. and they make THE WORST FUCKING CUSTOMERS

[stereoqueen]

sunshine - pt2 - l.hughes

summary: luke runs into a coffee shop before morning skate, semi-hoping that hallie is there like old times.

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"Where you going, Rusty?" Jack's voice echoes through their apartment as Luke shakes his head, picking up his bag. "To morning skate, where else would I be going on Sunday?" He replies as his brother pulls a protein shake out of the fridge. "I've never seen you up this early for a morning skate," Jack says quizzically. Luke shrugs, walking out the door, "See ya!"

The drive to the practice facility was making him nervous. Nervous enough to drive in silence and drown his thoughts. Luke was never known to be an anxious guy, especially over girls. The fact that he could see her again and it would be real…. heightened his anxiety. The internet portrayed him in two ways -- the younger brother who has a lot on his shoulders: cute, quiet, and kept to himself; or the wildcard brother: cocky, arrogant, not Quinn and not Jack. Both sides had one thing in common: no public relationships.

In all honesty, he was a mix. He liked his quiet time; he was kinda reserved, but he was also headstrong, knew he could play better, and had big shoes to fill. The only person who really knew his love life was his best friend, Dylan. Sure, he tried to date a few girls in college, but they either wanted to date him to get to his brothers or just use him for his reputation on campus. That's where the "womanizer" branding came from; Jack's reputation also helped solidify it. He was hoping Hallie didn't know about it so he could have a fair shot-- or just didn't care.

Pulling into the practice facility garage, he decided to man up and go to the coffee shop across the street. He was over 45 minutes early before he had to change into his gear.

If she was there, he would work up the courage and talk to her.

If she was not there, he would get the coffee and get ready insanely early.

He exited his BMW, walked through the garage and across the street. The coffee shop's main windows had seating, and he could see her stuff through the window. He opened the door, and the dinging of the bell rang through his head like deja vu when he entered the small shop.

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Hallie was in line, trying to read the menu to see if they had her signature coconut syrup to put into her latte. She got up super early since it was her first morning practice because she had never been to the training facility before (and would rather die of embarrassment than be late). When she parked, she realized that there was a coffee shop across the way as her saving grace for getting there insanely early.

The coffee shop was adorable. Sage green walls, greenery falling down them, and flowers everywhere. She felt transported back to her hometown coffee shop when she stepped up to order. Feeling a presence behind her, she slowly felt it creeping closer. Starting to tense up, she immediately let her guard down when she smelt the cologne next to her.

"What can I get you both today?" The barista asks as Hallie smiles at them.

"Two iced coconut lattes, please," Luke's voice rings through her ears as she hears the order -- he remembered her order. Hallie nods. "And a cinnamon bun, too," she adds and hears Luke lightly laugh.

"That'll be $12.50," The barista says as Hallie starts to pull out her card.

"Absolutely not, sunshine," Luke mutters near her ear as he reaches around her to pay. His arm curls around her waist to reach the card reader, causing Hallie to try not to melt at the feeling.

The two separate as Luke follows her lead to sit back at the table where she has her stuff. She takes the booth as he takes the chair, the two giving light smiles at each other, comfortable silence engulfing them.

"You remembered," She said, cutting the silence off.

"Remembered what? You? Or the way you take your coffee?" He questioned, a teasing smirk on his face. The answer was cut off short as he got up to get the order, hearing the barista say his name.

"Damn, he's good," She said to herself. She studied him as he walked back. He was wearing a red Devils sweatshirt with his number on the arm, grey sweatpants, and a black backwards hat hiding his curls. He looked good, handsome in her eyes.

"You surprised I remember things about you or something?" Luke asked her as he sat the order down and then himself. She shrugged, "It's been a while since I last saw you, Hughes,"

"Oh low blow, not even Hughesy? No nickname?" He teased as she laughed.

"When were you going to tell me that you not only moved here but work for the NHL?" Luke asked as she took a sip of her iced latte. "I was going to, honestly, I just--" She cut herself off as she felt her phone vibrate.

Trevor: Have you talked with Hughes yet?

Luke's eyes flicker down to her phone. Who the hell is Trevor, and how does he know about him? A hint of jealously resides in him. It goes away when her looks back up at her. His curiosity about Trevor subsided as he really took in her face. She had light freckles on her cheeks, three sets of earrings in her ears that were all gold, and her lips were perfectly arched with liner, making them look so kissable-----

"Sorry, my nosey friend. I was trying to say that I was going to but was afraid you wouldn't remember me, Mr. Big Leagues." She said, snapping him back into the conversation.

He gave her a soft smile. "You were the only person on staff I enjoyed talking to; you were pretty." His sentence stops as she giggles. "Pretty memorable! I mean, you are pretty, but you know what? I am going to stop while I am ahead. I need this caffeine." He says, rambling, then cutting himself off to stop the embarrassment.

"Don't get all shy on me now, Lu," Hallie tells him, nudging his hand with hers. He normally hated that nickname until now. She picks up her fork to cut a piece of the cinnamon roll, plopping it in her mouth.

"So, you work for the Devils specifically now or..." Luke baits, hoping she doesn't have a crazy clause in her contract about dating players if she did work for just the Devils.

"My role is under Emily Kaplan. She's my boss. We work for ESPN and then go kind of wherever the network needs us. I'm currently working with Metro division teams. My time recently has been split between New York and New Jersey. I then write some articles if needed, but it's rare since I’m newer," She explains as he intently listens. He takes in everything: her voice, how she is talking with her hands, how her eyes crinkle up, how animated her expressions are.

“That’s amazing. I’m glad you’re here. I mean, you deserve it after how hard you worked at Umich. But I’m glad that you’re specifically here….” He trails off, stealing a piece of cinnamon bun. “Don’t tell Keefe or Nico I had sweets,” He mumbles as Hallie stirs her coffee.

“Your secrets are safe with me. I— I’m glad that I was memorable for you. You were definitely memorable for me,” She tells him, as he quirks a brow towards her.

“Really? In what way, Sunshine?” He asks, teasingly, hoping to get something more out of her.

“Well your cellys for one. The violin celly is still one of the best ones I’ve ever seen. I remember you running from the media girls all the time like toddler with Duker. The amount of times Gab had to convince me to convince you to answer the damn questions. Speaking of questions, my favorite— the if it could rain anything you wanted, what would it be. You were so sassy in that and I just found it so endearing,” Hallie rambles as Luke cracks a smile.

“I thought those questions were so dumb sometimes. The rain one is true! I would want it to flood everyday so I didn’t have to go to class. I did like the kitchen utensil question — I still think I’d be a machete,” He says, earning a smile from Hallie.

“Luke, you wouldn’t hurt a fly, a machete is very unlike you! Mr. I don’t fight I’m too scared,” She retorted in a different voice, impersonating him as he laughed. “Yeah….. I think I would be like a spoon or something,” He said, them both laughing as he took a sip of coffee.

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The pair had caught up for the full 45 minutes before morning skate. Hallie eating most of the cinnamon roll with small slivers left for Luke. It was nice, refreshing even, to catch up. Hallie never lied, she wasn’t very close to him in college, it would be unprofessional.

But, since she technically doesn’t directly work for the Devils…… her mind opens up to the possibility. He was kind. He was the same Luke from almost 3 years ago; genuine, talkative, soft but in a manly way. She didn’t have a crush on him in college (even though she did find him attractive), but right now in this moment — she felt a spark.

“We should go before Amanda thinks you’re late,” Luke tells her as he picks up the plate. Hallie looks up to see him putting away the breakfast silverware and plate, and she stands up to get her stuff and pick up the coffees. It was almost domestic.

She meets him at the door, passing his coffee over to him as he opens the door. She looks back, smiles, “Thank you!” He looked into her honey brown eyes and felt the deja vu all over again from the first time he held the door almost three years ago. “No problem, sunshine.”

They walk to across the street to the arena together. He gave her a mini tour of the practice facility as she took mental notes of where everything was. She’d look up to see Luke looking at her when he spoke, and then she would look away to hide the pink on her cheeks.

“And to finish off the grand tour! This is where the torture… I mean media! happens,” Luke says jokingly as Hallie pokes his side. “Just because it’s torture for you doesn’t mean it’s not work for me!”

She sees Amanda walk up to them as Hallie moves away from him. Hoping it wasn’t noticeable to either of them.

“Hallie! I see that Rusty has shown you around the practice facility?” Amanda says, throwing a wink to Luke as he scratches the back of his neck. “I’m— I’m going to go, see you around, Hal,” He tells the two as Hallie waves him off. Small smile on her face as a new nickname is unlocked for both of them.

“Rusty? I got to know where that came from. But yeah, ran into each other in the parking lot and he wanted to show me around,” Hallie tells her coworker as Amanda leads them to watch practice.

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Practice was relatively quick. 2 hours of talking, planning and figuring out the schedule for the upcoming week. It was nice to watch practice again, after a few week hiatus from not being able to watch the Rangers practice due to scheduling problems. She liked the family dynamic the Devils had. It was hard not to let her gaze linger onto his for too long. His skating had always been effortless and she loved to watch it in person. He was calm, collected, calculated on the ice.

Luke could feel her eyes on him while he skated. It gave him motivation to be better. When he walked into the locker room, the single guys talked about her after practice. “So, new reporter huh? She’s hot,” Dawson said, looking to Nico.

Nico, knowing of the little crush Luke had on the reporter from an inside source (JACK), decided to stir the pot. “Oh yeah. She’s gorgeous. Can’t wait for my interview, what about you Luke?” He questioned, and Luke gave a hard glare to the pair.

“She is— a friend. I don’t want her to become locker room talk,” Luke told them, jealousy laced in his voice.

“All right, I respect it. Is she single though?” Dawson asked as they packed up their stuff before heading to media.

Luke thought on his feet, not even thinking through his whole idea, “She’s not.”

Nico smirked, fist bumping Bratt as he passed by. “Oh really?” Luke shrugged, “Yeah, has had a boyfriend since college.” Dawson gave Luke a grin, causing Luke to tilt his head in confusion. “You just outted yourself big time bud, not only are you a bad liar, you are even worse at hiding your feelings. Better ask her out now before someone else does,” The guys laughed as Luke turned as shade of pink at the words.

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“Good job today Hallie, Nico appreciated your time.” Amanda told her as they walked to their cars. Hallie smiled, “Just doing my job. I’ll see ya on Wednesday? I have to go to MSG tomorrow and then I have Tuesday off before the two games later this week.”

“Sounds good. See you Wednesday!” Amanda says as she goes to her car.

Hallie gets into her car, happy that her first morning skate went smoothly. She pulls out of her spot and starts her drive home. Luke runs out into the garage to try and catch Hallie before she left. The guys made a solid point in the locker room and he needed to make a move, quick. But by the time he got to garage, her car was gone.

Now, he walked to his car. Getting inside and turning the key into the car, the radio played a song that he recognized from his times on the lake.

Springsteen by Eric Church.

He hummed the tune while pulling out of his parking spot to drive back to the apartment. Siri notified the car that Like got a text from Quinn, and read it out loud:

Quinn: Heard sunshine is back in your life… going to do anything about it? Or dance around it like the last time?

That was it, he was going to man up and make a bolder move, as soon as the next time he saw her.

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[gomzwrites]

Task force 141 found out about your soft spots

Summary: You’re one of the members in the taskforce, and you’re one of the more quiet, self-reserved and stoic soldiers among them. They didn’t mind since they respected your personal space, but at some point, they saw just a glimpse of your rather different, softer side. a/n: I’ve had this idea in mind for a long time and just wanted to get this out there, English is not my main language so I apologize for any mistakes along the way! This is also my first fic so feedbacks are appreciated :] Tags: incorrect military terms/training, fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic, x gn!reader, reader's text is in purple Part 2 is out! PLEASE DO NOT RESHARE MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION 

Captain John Price

You were on a mission with Price in another city, stalking and trailing the target, when suddenly the target decided to take a turn and entered a cafe. With the captain’s signal, both of you followed and took a spot in one of the corners in the warm, bustling cafe. It was a perfect atmosphere; the cafe was not necessarily noisy, but the number of people and music were busy enough for you and your captain to stay hidden and blend in well. You kept a keen eye on the target, noticing that he was in the queue and, so far, not presenting any signs of danger or threats. The captain gave your foot a nudge as he diverted your attention to the young waitress beside the table that you didn’t notice. "Hi! What would you like to order?" The waitress spoke in the local language that you didn't understand, but you knew she was most likely trying to take an order with the way she held a small notepad and a pen. You gave a small nod as you glanced at Captain for a moment, who was also reading the menu. You do the same, only frowning slightly as you couldn't read anything as well, and because you wanted to get this over with, you randomly pointed at one item to the waitress as she smiled and jotted down your order.

When the waitress walked away, you followed the captain’s gaze on the target; it seemed that he was still in line. You're slightly confused but relieved that the target remains in sight. Not long after, the drinks ordered previously arrived, but your eyes remained fixated on the sketchy figure. It wasn't until the Captain cleared his throat that you broke your gaze and stared down at the table. You froze slightly at the sight before you.

You watched a little wiggle action of the foam on top of what you assume is coffee before you. Except it's not the normal flat latte art kind of foam, but a huge bear foam with a cute face drawn with chocolate. You blink once, then twice before releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding.

This is so cute!! 

You thought to yourself internally as you felt yourself smiling, before realising the situation at hand as you snapped your head towards the captain, hoping he didn't see you, and to your relief, his eyes were still glued to the target. You take this opportunity to slowly take out your phone and take a quick picture of the drink before doing the same and observing the target again. As soon as you do, the target made its move and headed to the exit, which made the both of you follow promptly, seemed like he had a bag as well which was definitely not good news. You were a bit disappointed that you were not given the chance to try the cute drink, but you know you have a job to do, so you just hope that perhaps you can take a closer look again at the coffee later on your phone.

What you didn’t know was how the Captain noticed the change in your demeanour when you spotted the drink; he honestly wasn't expecting much from you, thinking you might just ignore it. But he saw from the corner of his eyes just how your eyes widen slightly, how they are shining when you realize what you ordered, and the way your cheeks had a shade of pink on it as you smile. He rarely gets to see you smile, and he found it endearing to think a cold soldier like you has a liking for cute things. He smiled internally as he noticed how you took the photo sneakily when you thought he wasn’t looking.

He made a mental note to bring you to a cafe he knows that have those famous latte art drinks after the mission, just to see you smile like that again.

John Soap MacTavish

The military base has decided to bring in military working dogs to aid in the next mission, which involves scouting and detection for drug detection at the port, where secret drug trafficking from a certain group of terrorists has been reported.  

"Soap, you’re assigned to Max and Judy; you’ll have to talk to Sergeant Sam about the training," the Captain says as he walks through the compound. You noticed how Soap seemed to tense slightly as he clenched his jaw; you also noticed how his breath hitched as he stared at the two German shepherds standing on the sides of the dog handler; you knew he had a bad history with canines in general when you stumbled upon his journal once; and seeing how uncomfortable he was, you decided to step up for the job.

"Captain, can I do it instead?" The captain glanced back, his beard shifting as he thinks for a moment before nodding and giving you permission. Soap stared at you upon hearing your voice and gave you an apologetic yet grateful look as he breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Aye thanks… Let me know if yae ever need something from meh in the future."

He watched as you gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder as you nodded. Unbeknownst to him, you actually own a German Shepherd yourself, and you’re very much a dog person, and you’re excited to start the training with the military dogs. He stood on the side as you approached the two dogs, nodding along to the instructions given by Sam. As you bent down and extended your hand out, the two dogs gave a few sniffs before finally warming up to you, with their tails wagging as they circle your body. He’s impressed with how friendly you seem with animals, and you were natural with the dogs.

After the training, he went around looking for you as he held a bottle of ice-cold mineral water, hoping that he could give it to you since you were training heavily under the hot, blazing sun. As he turned a corner, right behind the shed, he heard a few barks. He softened his steps as he leant in and took a peek behind the wall, and he was glad he did.

Who’s a good boy? Yes, you are! Yes, you are! Come here! Oooh, such a big boy are you? You did such a great job with me just now~ oh! No wait wait- aH-!

He watched with a grin as he took in the image before him. You, giggling and rolling on the floor as the dogs lick and nuzzle your face and neck, having fun and relaxing with the dogs. He would almost forget that they were military dogs, and yet, with you? They looked domestic. On top of that, he has never heard you laugh or speak like this before; sure, you were using a baby voice and all as you cooed the dog, but he didn’t care because you have the softest yet brightest giggle, a stark contrast to your usual stoic self. He left after watching you for a while, smiling as he walked away to let you have your moments with the doggies. Next time, he’ll definitely want to join you in the training if it means getting to see this side of you more often. 

Kyle Gaz Garrick 

You groan as you sit on the passenger side as Gaz drives the Jeep. It was almost 9.30 pm as you were both ordered to buy a few furniture pieces, tables, and chairs specifically as an emergency thanks to Soap breaking them when he was messing around earlier.

"Why can’t we buy it tomorrow?"

Gaz asks as he, too, frowns and crosses his arms as a yawn escapes his mouth.

"We have a meeting with the other members from London tomorrow, and we can’t make them sit on the floor now, can we?"

Captain replied with a sigh as he frowned; he too was tired and annoyed with the situation, but he has a point. Gaz has asked you for help since the furniture needs to be carried, and you followed along (not without silently complaining).

The day has been terrible for you, it seems like bad luck was looming around your shoulders in every moment. Just this morning, you stubbed your toe and you couldn’t find your left sock, then sprained your shoulder slightly during the sparring session with Ghost. Not only that, the sandwiches that you always order for dinner were out of stock, so overall, you’re not having the best day. But who can you blame? You just decided to suck it up as you nod and follow Gaz. 

After parking a spot in IKEA, both of you decided to split up to find the respective wood and parts of the tables and chairs that, thankfully, the details of them have been sent to you by the Captain, so that the process can be faster before the store closes for the night. You sigh as you place the last part of the table in the trolley, crossing off the last serial number and name. You walk towards the place that Gaz told you to meet up with before stopping when you walk past the kid's section.

There it is, in all its glory: Djungelskog and the other notable plushies in the corner. Truth be told, you actually own two Blåhaj (they're in your house) and a baby Blåhaj in the quarters. You’re a big fan of plushies, especially the ones from IKEA and Miniso. You just haven't saved up enough cash to bring the big brown bear home. You take a step, then another, inching closer to the tray, until you’re right in front of the bear. You glanced around to make sure no one is around before you gently pick up the bear, thankful that there weren't many people in the first place due to the late hour. Without a second thought, you gave in and squish your face into its tummy as you give a big sigh and hug it tightly, smiling to yourself as you feel the stress dissolving away. Something about burying yourself in the soft cushion of cotton is healing for you; it gives you a safe, warming feeling, and it reminds you of the comfort that you never got much of as a kid.

You gave it a few more squeezes before finally parting ways with the bear, softly nudging its nose a few times as you whispered softly:

I swear I’ll come and bring you home next time I come.

You smile and place the bear back in its original position, glancing at it one last time as you spot Gaz in the distance, then swiftly push the trolley towards him. Gaz pays for the parts, and both of you head to the car. You get ready in your seat and fasten the seatbelt before Gaz speaks up.

"Oh, I forgot something. Give me a sec"

You haven’t even had the chance to ask back as he bolted back into IKEA. What did he forget? All the parts have been bought, and the store is nearing its closing time as well, but whatever it is, you waited patiently.

Maybe it's because of the long day, but as you rested your head on the window, you dozed off while you were waiting and didn’t wake up until you heard the driver's side car door open.

"Sorry it took awhile, we’ll go back now"

You nod sleepily as you murmur. "What did you forget?"

"Oh, don't worry about it", Gaz replies as he presses the gas pedal and promptly drives back to the base. You didn’t question further; you figured he probably needed something himself.

You went straight to bed after dropping off the equipment for Soap and Ghost to handle, immediately passing out as you landed on the soft bed.

The next morning, you were getting ready for the day as you stretched, satisfied that at least the sleep last night was good enough. As you open the door, a soft material lands in your room with a soft “umph” sound, you immediately look down cautiously, and that's when you see it.

Djungelskog, with its head tilted to your side as its fluffy hand remains on its tummy, on your floor. You were confused, and frankly, you were not awake enough to fully comprehend what just happened. But once you connected the dots, you smiled to yourself as you lifted the bear up and hugged it.

You make sure to buy Gaz something next time as a thank you.

Simon Ghost Riley

The day was mundane; after a few gruelling missions, the task force had many reports to do. You’ve opted to do them in one of the empty meeting rooms; you liked doing work in these rooms more than facing the concrete wall of your own quarters. At least here, the table was wide and it was fairly quiet; sometimes Ghost will join you as he feels the same. You enjoy his presence because, unlike the rest of the group, he is one of the few people you like spending time with in silence. Today was no different.

The hours go by quickly with the room filled with nothing but paper shuffling and turning pages. You sigh as you place down your pen and give a big stretch, deciding to take a break as you stand and move towards the door. The big man himself also follows along; you don’t question it; you figured he might need a break too.

As you walked away from the room, you decided to go to the bathroom. You passed by the training hall as you overheard the Captain and Laswell talking over some topics for the upcoming mission, but something caught your attention.

"....My wife brought cheesecake; it's in the fridge…."

Your ears perked up to the sound of cake; you haven’t had any dessert recently, and you do like cheesecake. You make a mental note to take a trip to the mess hall after using the bathroom, hoping to have a slice yourself.

As you make your way to the fridge silently, you approach the kitchen and let out a soft sigh of relief when the place is empty. You slowly open the door of the fridge as you poke your head in and search for any sign of cake. You were about to give up when you couldn’t see any, but you jolted slightly when you felt a pat on your shoulder. You quickly turn around, only to be met by Ghost again, with a plate in his hand. As you look at the plate, which has a slice of cheesecake, your eyes blink with hope as you slowly glance back at him. He gives you a nod as he hands you the plate, and you nod back as well with a smile, happy and grateful that he saved you a slice. You take a seat at one of the stools and grab a fork as you eat the cheesecake happily. Ghost leaned against the counter opposite you as he makes himself a cup of coffee. He watched silently as your mood seems to improve. Earlier, he saw how you stopped in your tracks when you overheard the conversation, how your eyelashes fluttered, and how your steps grew lighter. He immediately went to the kitchen when you head to the bathroom and managed to pry one last slice of Soap before he finished them, hoping to save you a piece when you come by later. As you take the first few bites with your eyes closed, you give a hum of approval as your shoulders drop. It’s not like the cheesecake was extremely good, but you can tell from the texture that it was homemade. You miss baking yourself; the last time you did it was with a roommate before you joined the military. You missed those silly moments as you clumsily mixed the ingredients and argued with your friend to stop adding too much sugar into the batter, or the time your friend made fun of you for baking the hardest brownies that can break cement if thrown at them. You also tend to have favouritism towards home-cooked stuff, no matter who made it; you always liked how the food tends to taste just slightly better. Is it because of comfort? Or the memories that flood your mind when you take in the smell? You honestly don't know; maybe it's both. Or maybe you like the thoughts and love people put into the meals when they cook. You were so lost in thought that you didn't realise you were swinging your feet idly on the stool. The stool was slightly taller than the regular one, and your legs barely touched the floor.

Ghost finds the view a bit charming—to see you relax and content over a slice of cake. It's not that he is complaining; he just never really saw you this comfortable before. He observes you silently and takes note of how you like to munch on your right cheek more than the left, making it puffy. He chuckles to himself when you start swinging your legs too. He's glad that he managed to snatch the last piece of cake, and perhaps in the near future, he’ll bring you some cake to share with you.

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[tiredeyesight]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ fake lovers (aaron taylor johnson x fem! reader)

summary : it’s just a pr stunt, right?

you were walking the streets of london hand in hand with him, aaron taylor johnson, your current co-star. the movie was predicted to make millions, a huge hit, yet the team wanted to bring more attention to it. what better way than to make the two main stars fall in love? so there you were, spending away your sunday walking with him. he was set that we must absolutely hold hands, according him to ‘if we hold hands, it will sell the illusion even more.’

we turned into a small cafe with little customers. the atmosphere was everything, you could thrive in it. the music playing was the perfect volume, perfect genre, the amount of customers was just right, not too quiet and not too busy. the staff were lovely and the menu was seemingly made for you. aaron saw that smile he knows so well creep up on your face initiating his own to come about. as you stood in line pondering about what to order you noticed how aaron was looking at you, your intertwined hands, and a blush creeping on his oh so handsome face. surely you were just seeing things, it’s just a pr stunt, right?

after you had both ordered and taken a seat in the far corner of the cafe he kept holding your hand as if it were a lifeline. ‘holding your hand feels like a promise y’know’ he stated in his charming accent. a look of confusion plagued your face drawing a chuckle from him. ‘it feels like a promise that maybe, just maybe, we have a chance together.’ he explains shyly, barely reaching a whisper as if it was his deepest secret that he intended to take to the grave. ‘is this just part of the stunt? it feels so real, you want it to be real.’ you begin to ponder and as if he read your mind and worries, ‘this isn’t part of the stunt love, it’s real.’

a gummy smile spreads across your features at this realisation. just at that moment a waitress came over bringing the food and drinks you had ordered, yet she was barely registered as the two of you stared into each others eyes. you muttered several thank you’s as she passed around your items.

his eyes, god his eyes, you could feel them staring at you. they were magnetic as if he were reeling you in closer and closer. suddenly, you closed that distance. his lips pressed to yours. the world felt like it stopped spinning and only you two existed in that moment. everything just felt so right, so perfect. his aroma surrounded you, citrus and salt. his lips tasted like coffee and vanilla, filling you with warmth. abruptly, the familiar sound of camera shutterings and the blinding light of their flash enveloped you two. however, neither of you cared, just oh so happy to finally have this moment with each other.

this pr stunt was the best thing to happen.

authors note : i’ve just realised everyone i’ve wrote for so far has brown eyes. #browneyelover4EVVERRR. anyways as always requests are openn!

word count : 446

[erysser]

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS

CHAPTER 3 - SORRY NOT SORRY

You were a relatively newer student. You normally kept to yourself but you always dreamt of being friends with the main trio, especially with the infamous Suguru Geto. Yet, he always seemed to hate you, even when you openly showed you felt the opposite.

pairings: suguru geto x f!reader

warnings and whatnots: Mean!Geto, Jealous!Geto. He’s so rude to you. He’s realising his feelings for you!! Slow burn fic and will probably take a while to finish… Not proofread

Chapter 1: Are we still friends? Chapter 2: Can we be friends? Chapter 3: [currently reading] Chapter 4: Green looks good on you. Chapter 5: Runaway. Chapter 6: Burn

Silence.

That was all you were met with from Suguru throughout the morning. As you got ready. As you ate breakfast. As you got in the car and subsequently stayed in the car.

Silence, silence and silence.

Not a word from him was spoken to you.

You were confused but accepted it with grace. Yet, your thoughts still linger on the fact he wasn’t talking to you. What had you done to garner such treatment from him? Sure, he hated you but you thought his disdain for you had slowly mellowed down.

“What’s up with you and Suguru?” Shoko whispers to you as you both sat in the backseats of the car. Satoru in the passenger seat whilst Suguru drives.

You shrugs you shoulder. Shoko looks at you with a confused expression, looking at Suguru.

“Oi, Suguru!” She calls out, causing Suguru to hum in response, his eyes glancing over to Shoko and you then back to road. “Why are you so quiet lately? What happened with you? I miss your annoying voice.”

“I’m fine, just tired.” He says.

You knew it was a lie, his inflections and the way his eyes darted around showed so. Yet, you kept quiet, deciding not to point it out.

Hours passed in silence as you made your way on the highway, before making a pit stop at a fast food restaurant to take a quick lunch break. As you made your way out of the car, you noticed how Satoru and Shoko exchanged glances amongst themselves. You look at them inquisitively, eyebrow raised at them. They smile at you. They’ve been doing that for the last few hours, as if they’ve been having their own secret conversations that they were shielding from you and Suguru. You look up at Suguru, he looks at you before quickly trailing behind Satoru who headed straight to the restaurant.

Suguru had also noticed it. The knowing glances, the small grins and smiles. They were scheming.

He hates when they schemed. Especially, when he wasn’t apart of it.

He chooses to ignore it as he sits down next to Satoru, directly sitting in front of you much to his regret. He glances at you as you look at the menu from your seat, eyes squinting.

He hated how your eyes looked so beautiful in the sun.

He looks away, feeling heat rush up to his cheeks. How disgusting.

“What do you want, Suguru?” Satoru says, pulling him away from his thoughts. Suguru shrugs, admitting that he could go for anything. Satoru looks at Shoko, before giving her a nod, earning a confused look from Suguru.

“Alright! Shoko and I will go order! You both wait here and keep the table and our belongings safe!” Satoru announces, smiling at the both of you before quickly standing up.

You didn’t even have time to protest before Shoko stands up and smiles at you. “Don’t start a fight!” She says, giving you a small smile.

You sit in your seat, pouting as you watch them walk away, eventually your eyes wander to Suguru who was already staring at you.

Crap.

Feelings rush you, and a sense of unease fills you. You had a feeling he was going to start berating you. Yet, that never happened. Instead he just… looked at you, without saying anything.

He was an odd man you had to admit.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask, tentatively, breaking the silence. Your eyes trained on him searching for any negative emotions.

Yes. I am furious at you for not giving me the attention I need. The love I need.

“No. I’m not mad. The hell would I be?” Suguru answers, looking at you confused.

You give him an easy smile. “Oh… Then, are you in love with me?”

His eyes widen as blood rushes to his face. His face contorting into a mixture of shock and humiliation. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watch his reaction.

“You’re such an ass! Who in their right mind would like a person the likes of you?” Suguru answers rudely, hoping to illicit a hurt response from you. Yet, a feeling in his stomach and mind immediately caused him to feel regret for airing out such words. What for? You deserved it.

You continue laughing. “I don’t know, you?” You give him a smile that causes him to stumble and stutter upon his words.

No.

He hated you.

“I would never like a girl like you. Get that through your stupid head. You wish I did like you.” He says seriously, his eyes narrowing.

Hurt flashes across your face, but you quickly mask it.

“I know, I just like teasing you!” You say, smiling at him.

He saw the hurt on your face and it caused his heart to burn. He wanted nothing more but to wipe that stupid hurt look off your face.

Admit it.

Admit that you love me so that I can love you. Admit that you want me to take care of you so I can try my best. Admit that I had broken you so I could put you back together.

All those words he wanted to say, all those thoughts. He couldn’t speak, his mouth wouldn’t let him. His body wouldn’t. His body rejected you but his heart was revolting.

Thus, he sat in uncomfortable silence with you, biding his time until Shoko and Satoru return and save the both of you from this pit of despair.

The pair of them eventually came to see the both of you in a state worse than before. You smiled at them trying to convince them you were fine but they could easily see through your deceit.

Lunch was eaten in silence.

Satoru and Shoko went to pay, asking you and Suguru to start up the car. You walk up to the car, Suguru trailing behind you. Your hands were in your pockets, gripping tightly to the inside of your pants.

“y/n.”

You look back, seeing Suguru approaching you until he was directly in front of you. You didn’t know what he wanted. To insult you? To hurt you once more like he always does?

“M’sorry.” Suguru mumbles out before walking towards the driver’s side of the car.

You stand there for a second. An apology was not what you had expected. You didn’t know what to do with it. He can apologise all he wants but if he doesn’t change what’s the point? Such empty words won’t help her in the long run.

“y/n! Why are you standing outside the car? You’re gonna get hit!” Satoru says, smiling as he pulls you away from the road, nearer to the car. You smile softly at him, thanking him. He pats your shoulder and ruffles your hair, before quickly telling you something.

Suguru watches it all in the rear view mirror. The way Satoru held you, smiled at you, the way you smiled at him. Did you move on to him?

His hand. The way Satoru’s hand lingered on you. Lingered upon your waist as he pulls you out the road. It should’ve been him. Why Satoru? His teeth grit as he watches Satoru smile and laugh with you. Is that how it would be if he was close with you?

Satoru smiles at you once more before entering the backseat, leaving you with an exasperated look. Suguru wondered what had transpired between the both of you.

The door to the passenger seat opens, you entering the car, and giving a small shy smile to him, almost as if he didn’t just wound you.

“Satoru says that he wants to hang out with Shoko at the back. He says that you’re too boring,” You state, laughing slightly.

Suguru rolls his eyes, looking at the back where Satoru gives him an unapologetic look. He turns to you, the sound of your laugh sending shivers into him. He ignores it, turning to the road and starting to drive.

~

Everyone had fallen asleep, everyone except Suguru. He was cruising on the road at the an average speed, the road almost empty. He glances over at your sleeping figure.

You looked so peaceful.

You hair covering parts of your face, your small movements and small mumbles that fell out of your mouth as you slept.

He swore he heard you mumble his name out.

“It’s rude to stare.” You say, eyes fluttering open and looking at Suguru.

Suguru felts knots in his stomach as your eyes concentrated on him. He clears his throat and looks in front. Ashamed that he had been called out, especially with a line he had said to you a few days back.

“Where are we?” You ask, yawning as you stretch your arms out.

Suguru’s grip tightens on the steering wheel. “We’re nearing the hotel. We can make a quick stop at the next town to eat early dinner.” Suguru says, plainly.

You keep quiet, earning a glance from Suguru. You frown as you think. You were still half asleep, your eyes blurry and your brain foggy.

“Why do you hate me Sugu?” You ask, the use of the nickname causing him to shiver.

“I…” He didn’t know how to answer such a forward question.

If you had asked him that question months ago, nay two days ago, he could’ve given you a plethora of answers with detailed explanations. Yet, when you asked it right now, he was speechless.

He couldn’t answer.

Why did he hate you?

You weren’t a bad person nor mean. Annoying sure but you’ve quickly grown out of it. Your only sin was that you had fallen for him. You had fallen for a man who couldn’t deal with love.

Did he hate you?

Yes he did, he had to hate you. That’s what made sense.

Yet, why couldn’t he explain why he hated you.

“I… I don’t hate you.” He says softly, turning to you to gauge your response. Yet, what he was met with was the soft snores of you who had already fallen back to sleep.

He clicked his tongue. How annoying.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you.

He looks back to the road, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he focuses on driving.

He was tired.

Yes, that was it. He was tired. That’s why he wasn’t thinking straight. He was tired.

He looked upon your sleeping face. The way the setting sun shines upon your face was unexplainably beautiful, the way it lit up your face and put it on a spotlight. The ways your eye flutter slightly as the rays of gold hit your face.

He just needed some rest.

[cottonlemonade]

Can I please order from menu A with a soda, dango and I’ll be sitting next to Hinata. Thank you so much!

The New Girl

word count: 1055 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: Hinata x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy, school festival as a new student with Hinata

You imagined your first day at school very differently. Transferring in the middle of a semester was probably an introvert’s worst nightmare and you had been worried you wouldn’t find any friends since the other new first years would by then already divided themselves into groups. But when you folded your hands over your pudgy tummy and bowed deeply in front of the class, a boy with fiery hair and bright eyes had caught your attention, and you were surprised when the teacher asked who’d show you around and the boy’s hand immediately shot in the air.

Luckily, students seemed to be too busy to pay much attention to you, as everyone was preoccupied with preparations for the school festival that weekend. Your homeroom teacher strongly urged you to join a club for social activities as well as everyday practice of your Japanese, and you rifled through a small leaflet she handed you listing all the available ones. The book club seemed fun, or maybe the sewing club. You doubted any sports team would take you with your chubby appearance, even though you did genuinely enjoy quite a few of them. Deciding to check out the possibilities for yourself during the festival, you got dressed and began your arduous journey to school that Saturday, paddling your bike over the many hills Miyagi had to offer.

As you pushed it into the bike rack by the school gate, someone came to a screeching halt next to you.

“Hey, y/n-san!“ It was Hinata, the boy with the fiery hair.

“Good morning!“, you smiled.

“I made a plan for us.“, he announced proudly and slipped his hand into his pocket to pull out a hastily folded - slightly crumpled - piece of paper, waving it through the air, “We‘ll start with the snacks and refreshment stand obviously, then we can check out the book club and then we- what?“

He looked at your shocked face in confusion.

“But aren‘t you busy today? I thought you‘d be with the volleyball team?“

The tips of Hinata‘s ears turned very pink, and he ruffled a hand through his hair. He looked somewhere off to the side when he said, “Nah, I told them I‘d be showing you around again. But we should stop by their stand! It‘s awesome! There is a flyer and everything and I‘m on the cover!“

He basked in the impressed admiration that followed for a moment, then put the paper back into his pocket, grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

Munching on yakisoba buns from the snack stall, courtesy of the Sakanoshita Store, Hinata kept on talking as he led you through the crowds, grabbing your hand again every so often so as not to lose you. Your heart skipped whenever he did, but since he acted so casual about it, you pushed the blossoming feelings down again and again. Once you‘d made the rounds to the clubs you had earmarked in your leaflet, Hinata suggested a short break under a large tree next to the main building, disappearing for a minute before returning with two water bottles. The unfamiliar summer heat of the countryside pressed down on you, and you took a couple of grateful gulps, emptying half the bottle.

“You know…“, Hinata began, pushing a pebble around with his shoe, “the volleyball club is always looking for new managers. Just a thought. We already have two so you wouldn‘t be alone, and they‘re both super nice! You‘d get along great! And the team is also super cool! And you already met a couple of them! Kageyama, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima are also in the club.“

You nodded slowly. “You don‘t have to, of course!“, Hinata added, earnestly, “But.. it would be cool to… to see each other outside of school, too.“

For a moment you both blushed at your shoes before you cleared your throat and told him to lead the way. He beamed and bounced ahead.

“Wow…“, your jaw dropped when you saw the posters on either side of the volleyball stand. Hinata hadn't exaggerated - his picture really was incredible.

You picked up a flyer and stared at the cover for probably way too long, admiring the way the light shimmered through Hinata‘s hair.

“Are you thinking of joining?“, a boy with a kind smile asked. You offered a mixture between a shrug and a nod.

“This is y/n l/n.“, Hinata introduced.

“Oooh!“, the boy said, “Yes, Shoyo-kun told us a lot about you. Quite frankly he has talked about nothing else this past week.“

Hinata froze in horror and his face became bright red as he croaked, “Sugawara-san!“

“What‘s this now?“, a third boy, possibly even shorter than Hinata appeared by Sugawara‘s side, a blonde strand falling over his forehead amidst the otherwise brown spiky hair, “Oh is this her? You didn‘t do her justice, Shoyo, she is even prettier than you said.“

“Here, keep the flyer.“, Sugawara said and pushed the glossy leaflet you had placed back on the table into your hands again, “We would love to have another manager. I bet you‘d be great at keeping Hinata in line - I mean, keep him motivated.“

Hinata at this point had practically dissolved into the wind from embarrassment.

“I don‘t think he needs more motivation for volleyball, Sugawara-san.“

Yet another club member spawned out of nowhere, this one at least you‘d seen before. He had a mischievous, almost daringly evil grin on his face as he pushed his glasses back up on his nose.

“If only he would apply himself to homework and studying as much as he did to volleyball. Then we wouldn‘t have to wait at training camp for this airhead to finish his make-up classes.“

Sugawara kept an angelic smile on his face as he elbowed Tsukishima in the side.

“Just think about it, y/n-kun.“, the third year said, never losing his smile and giving you a thumbs up.

With an uncertain bow you turned and pulled the small heap of misery formerly known as Hinata back into the stream of students and visitors.

“They… seem … nice?“, you said slowly as his soul gradually returned to his body, “You know… if you struggle with homework and studying… I could tutor you, maybe. - If you like.“

Hinata looked at you in surprise and blushed, then walked against a tree.

a/n: thank you so much for such a cute request for our favorite tangerine! Please enjoy 🌟

I still have 9 requests to go so if your request hasn’t shown up yet, know, I haven’t forgotten about it and am on it ^^

[bettystonewell]

The Mark of Cain: Chapter 3

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Pairing: Dean x Aussie!Reader

Summary: Together with Dean's help, you're trying to figure out what happened so you can find a way home. But as you arrived with nothing except the clothes on your back, you need to get some basic necessities. Can't keep wearing the same set of clothes over and over again now can you?

Chapter Word Count: 2.8k words

Tags/Warnings: language (but it’s tame compared to my other fics)

Aussie Stuff: the first appearance of Vegemite, and a reference to its slogan “it puts a rose in every cheek.” Dean attempts to use ‘mate’ and fails. The very first “yeah, nah,” “servo,” and “tosser.”

Oh, and me using arse over ass which looks super weird now.

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December 2013

Dean escorted you through the front door of the diner, his hand over the middle of your back, guiding you towards one of the booths at the back of the small establishment. He barely touched you except on occasion when you or he would misstep to avoid other patrons and tables. His outstretched fingers tapped you accidentally then.

In his other hand he held a cream-coloured manila folder, which he placed on the table when you both took your seats.

As you perused the menu, a young waitress soon came over with a pot of coffee in one hand and a small notepad in the other. “Coffee?” She gestured towards the upturned mugs sitting in front of you.

Dean glanced over at her and produced a very charming smile. And was that a wink?

‘Okay. Dude’s a major flirt.’

He nodded at the waitress and then looked over at you, questioning with his eyes.

“Thanks,” you said with a sheepish smile. Caffeine sounded good, even if it was black and not made by a barista.

The waitress filled your mugs and proceeded to take your breakfast orders. Dean, opting for waffles and a side of bacon, while you were torn with indulging or being frugal after your ordeal.

Fresh fruit, pancakes, eggs, steak. It all had you salivating. Something so simple as hot buttered toast with Vegemite would’ve done wonders since the station, but it was cold when it arrived, and of course, no rosiness for your cheeks.

After you’d both finished eating and your plates had been cleared away, Dean handed you the manila folder.

On the side index, Jane Doe, 12/10/2013 was written in a scrawl. You’d grown accustomed to the dates being backwards now, so reading the twelfth of October when it should’ve been the tenth of December, didn’t phase you. What did was the tosser’s refusal to use the name you’d insisted was yours.

The contents revealed themselves to be documents from both the police station and the hospital. There were police reports, a witness’s statement from the man you’d learned had found you on the highway. Doctor’s notes, photocopies of your driver’s licence front and back, and even your credit card details made an appearance.

There were also photographs of your purse and the things you kept in it, and ones that showed the markings that now covered your body.

You were thankful that the photos were zoomed in on the marks themselves and that there were no full images of your naked skin, saving your modesty to some degree. Dean had more than likely perused the file and everything in it.

Just perfect, because the photographs were clearly of you.

You recognised your skin tone and the odd freckles in places that made you, you. Your hair was visible in some shots, as were close-ups of your hands and feet. The creases of your fingers and the shape of your fingernails were exactly the same as what adorned your hands now.

The police officers had even contacted the Australian consulate just as they’d said, going as far as to contact your employer and the friends you’d told them you’d seen that night. Little notes here and there and the words, undetermined and false, jumped out at you.

“Underdressed?” you said, looking down at the clothes you wore. You’d been out clubbing that night, you wouldn’t say you were underdressed. Jeans and a top. A little revealing but nothing flashy.

“For the weather. That’s not your jacket, right?” Dean’s voice carried over your thoughts.

Right. It was summer back in Australia and this jacket you now wore had come from the lost property at the hospital. Luckily, your lazy-arse hadn’t been bothered to shave your legs that night and hadn’t worn a dress.

The detectives had also tried to access your phone by the looks of it, but according to the document labelled cell phone, it had been wiped clean. The report stated, no contacts, no photos and nothing beyond the factory settings. Shit…

You closed the file and pushed it away from you as you felt the tears start to well in your eyes once again. ‘How was this even possible?’

“You need a minute?” Dean asked.

Even though your whole world felt like it was crashing down on you, you just shook your head at him and whispered, “No, I’m okay.”

Dean pulled out a pen from his jacket and took a few of the files from the folder, turning them over to their blank sides. “So this is all we have so far. It’s not a lot, but at least those guys started the leg work for us,” he said as he began to write headings at the top of each piece of paper.

One he titled family and friends, the next, locations and the third and final, supernatural.

For the next two hours, the two of you brainstormed as he asked you question upon question about your life.

He wanted to know the names of your parents, their birthdays and their occupations. Your siblings, if you had any. Cousins, grandparents, friends, coworkers. Anniversary dates that you could remember and where these people all lived, if they were still alive or dead.

He had you list down every house you’d ever lived in, too, and the exact addresses if you could remember them. He wanted to know where you went to school.

“Did you go to college?” You frowned at that word but said nothing about its usage.

Where did you work and what other jobs had you previously held?

Any vacations? When and where did you go?

He even went as far as to have you list all your childhood friends and acquaintances. Teachers. Lecturers. Your kindergarten teacher, not that you could remember..

“Nobody is insignificant,” he told you.

Finally, he wanted to know if you’d ever had any strange encounters. You know, had you seen anything that could be classed as supernatural? And you told him, “Nothing.”

Your brain was fried.

“Well, looks to me like you’ve led a pretty normal Apple pie kinda life,” Dean remarked as he jostled the papers back inside the manila folder

“Apple pie?” you repeated, speaking the words as if you’d heard them for the first time.

“Yeah. You know, normal. A mom and dad, siblings, a white picket fence, got to go to school, college, working for the man. Living the American dream, except in Australia. With, y’know, kangaroos and koala bears.” Dean shrugged as your ears pricked up. “An apple pie life.”

You weren’t impressed. “They’re not bears.”

“Whatever.” Dean swiped his hand. “The point is, nothing stands out here. From what I understand, you’ve done nothing to piss off any angel or demon. And you haven’t seen anything odd, that you remember, at least. But then again, you were drunk that night, so—”

“I told you I wasn’t drunk!” You regretted your outburst the second Dean smirked at you. The bastard set you up.

You moved your thumbs and middle fingers up to your forehead, spreading them across both temples. “So is any of this” you motioned to the manila folder in front of Dean, “going to help, you think?”

“No idea,” Dean said, shaking his head. “But hopefully Google will be our friend and something will come of it.”

You’d one day learn that line to be true.

You left the diner after that and from there, Dean drove the two of you to a large store on the outskirts of town. He led you down to the back, into an aisle that was marked luggage, and walked over to a shelf full of bags, similar to his army green one. He pulled out a dusty red, handed it to you and then chuckled, “There ya go. I reckon that’s your colour.”

He then led you back to the front of the store and purchased the bag for you, along with three Visa gift cards. “These are for the short term. They should cover what you need. If this mess ends up taking longer to sort out, then I’ll organise something more permanent for you,” Dean explained as he handed you everything.

“Also, take this.” He pulled a phone out of his jacket, different from the one you’d used at the police station, and handed it to you. “Give me yours and I’ll see if I can get it up and running for you. In the meantime, you can use this. There’s a contact listed as main, in case we get separated.”

“Umm, thanks,” you said as you took the phone from his hand. You fished out your own from your purse and handed it to him in exchange.

“Why don’t you go back in and grab what you think you’ll need? But stick to the basics. We don’t know how long we’ll be on the road. Whatever you get should be able to fit in that bag.” He nodded in the direction of the duffle you now held in your hand. “Meet me back here in an hour.”

Dean turned to walk away, but then stopped abruptly and turned back. Once again, he reached into his jacket, only to pull out a small pocket knife this time.

This man was a walking junk drawer.

“In case you get into any trouble.” He winked. “Stick ‘em with the pointy end.” And with that, he turned around once more and walked off.

You set to work on picking out everything you might need. Clothes, shoes, toiletries. Whatever you’d pack if you were taking a trip, only most things you picked from the bargain racks, and weren’t that glamorous. Jeans, sneakers, underwear. Toothbrush and paste, period supplies. You hoped you would be back home by the time that arrived, but you did not want to be caught out.

Which led to birth control and the thought of your pills sitting back at home on your kitchen counter. Couldn’t exactly see a doctor in the time you’d been left alone. It would all have to wait, and you picked up an extra packet of heavy duty pads and tampons just in case. You’d be due any day.

Certain you’d gotten everything you needed, you purchased the contents of your basket, removed the tags and packaging, and neatly packed everything away into your new bag once you were done. You were pleased with yourself that there was still plenty of room left over inside.

Glancing at the clock that sat high on the wall above the check-outs, you decided it would be a good idea to get out of the clothes you’d been wearing the past few days and located a bathroom to change into.

When you returned to the meeting place, wearing clean jeans and a couple of extra layers up top, Dean was there waiting for you.

He smiled and handed you back your phone, along with a charger. As you took it from his hands, the slight tilt from your movement lit up the screen and you realised it was working.

On closer inspection and to your dismay, however, it was indeed restored to its factory settings, as the police reports had documented. Your home screen wallpaper, PIN, apps, account details, passwords, music library and photos had all been wiped.

“I got it working and added some contacts into the address book,” Dean said. “But yeah, nothings on it.”

You opened the address book icon and noticed eight contacts listed in the app. They were as follows:

Dean 1

Dean 2

Dean 3

Garth

Jody

Sam 1

Sam 2

Sam 3

“I’ve also saved your new number into mine. Besides my cell, those other numbers are for people who can help you if you can’t get a hold of me first. Sammy is my brother, and the other two are good people. Garth is a hunter too, and Jody’s a Sheriff.”

“Okay.” You nodded in understanding, but you were screaming on the inside.

It was time to hit the road again, or so Dean had told you. You weren’t exactly running your own show anymore and were now obliged to follow the man everywhere.

This being told what not to do and where not to go made you feel like a teenager who’d been grounded, and you realised it was going to become frustrating very quickly. But what choice did you have? It was Dean or Officer Tubby and Homeland Security waiting for you back at the small Kansas police station.

So you once again found yourself sitting in the front seat of Dean’s Impala, which you soon learned he affectionately called Baby.

“So, do you have a car back in Australia? Or is your licence there only for show?” Dean had already heard your entire life’s story back at the diner that morning, but he still wanted to hear all about your ‘Apple pie’ life, expertly avoiding most questions about his in the process.

“Yeah. You kind of have to back home. Public transport is useless unless you work in the city. And even then, it’s still shit.” You would always feel fond of Australia, proud even, but you were also allowed to complain about the faults.

“From memory, we’re about the same size as the US, give or take, and everything’s spread out, so it’s better to drive.”

“So what do YOU drive?”

Right. Of course. He was a car man.

Yours was modern-ish and sleek compared to this beast. “Just a small Toyota hatchback, two doors and a boot-I mean trunk.” You tried to save yourself. If this American guy was into cars, he was definitely going to catch that Aussie quirk.

“The boot?” he said, trying to imitate your accent. “A boot goes on your foot.” And he moved the leg that currently wasn’t pressed on the car’s pedal up and down in emphasis.

“Po-tey-toes, po-tah-toes,” you sighed. You were going to have to be more careful with the slang from now on. God forbid he heard you use petrol or fuel over gas and service station. Better yet, servo.

“Point is, my car is much smaller than this thing,” you said, hoping to move on from the boot comment.

“This thing is called Baby.” Now it was his turn to be insulted.

“Okay. Baby.” You rolled your eyes. “Do you and Baby have somewhere you call home? Or is it all motels and highways?”

You couldn’t help but be curious about Dean’s life. The guy had told you he hunted monsters for crying out loud. But that still just wasn’t plausible, and you were determined to get to the truth, at least as long as you were his travelling companion.

Dean seemed to be considering your question carefully. “There’s somewhere we call home.”

That was it? Somewhere he called home? He knew your address back in Sydney, down to the apartment number and that’s all he was going to give you? So you looked at him and gestured an ‘and?’, hoping he’d continue.

“Lebanon, Kansas.” Because that helped. The guy sounded like he was having a hard time remembering his address.

As for Kansas? The side of the road you had been found on was in Kansas. As was the hospital and police station you’d found yourself in the coming days after. You assumed you were still in Kansas, but you had no idea, to be sure.

“So is that close to here or where we were even?” you asked as you realised you hadn’t even found out where he was taking you yet. “Wait, where are we even going?”

He laughed at you. “Took you long enough. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the cooperation, but you’ve been really trusting. No wonder someone managed to pull all this off.”

You sat there in thought for a moment. He was right, you had put all your trust in him. But he was the first person that had been kind to you, besides the hospital staff who had tried at least to be understanding of your situation.

“You’re the first person who believed me,” you said, rubbing your wrists again, remembering the feel of the handcuffs before Dean had freed you of them. “The people I would normally turn to, my family, my friends, none of them remember me. Maybe I am too trusting, but you’re the first person who seemed to care, so I guess that makes us friends.”

You turned to see Dean looking at you, studying you closely. You wished he’d keep his eyes on the road.

“I don’t know anything about you, but you kind of know everything about me, so it’s a start at least. Sometimes you gotta take what you can get, I guess.” You turned your lips into a meek smile.

“Well, you got me. I’m Dean. My Birthday is January 24th. And I like pie.” He winked. “So I guess you could say we’re mates now?” he put on another horrible Australian accent as he held his hand out to you.

“Yeah, nah. Friends,” you said, and you shook his hand.

One friend in the whole, entire world.

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Admittedly, I’ve cleaned things up a bit. I couldn’t post this without a SPAG check, and removing a few things. Originally I’d listed everything she bought… Very, very unnecessary lol, but at the time, I wanted to focus on the details. Like when Mary gets a new wardrobe at the start of season 12. It’s night time when Dean finds her and they’re focused on finding Sam - when did they go to the shops? So, yeah, I wanted an explanation here, hence the chapters title. Looking back, two and three could probably be combined.

To my fellow Aussies, I’m not a Sydney girl so apologies if I get anything wrong about your lovely city. I’m in Brisbane and when it came time for the flashbacks, I didn’t want to reference our Brown Snake (the Brisbane River) and her clubbing in the Valley… Anything relating to trains is based on a Google search and my time living in Tokyo. The night clubs, too, if I’m honest.

Next up, Sam’s first appearance! And Garth, so you can probably guess where we are in the timeline. That one needs a bit more of an edit. I’ll do my best to deliver on Tuesday, as listed.

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Knife Theory

This is the third part of the Spoon-Fork-Knife Theory  that I believe makes up the main themes of the whole series and each season. Make sure to read The Spoon Theory and The Fork Theory too.

Carmy was on his literal last knife, as none of them were sharp, until he found his good knife on the floor after trying Sydney's stew. Sydney spent years working at Michelin restaurants and then overworking herself and spreading herself too thin with her catering business, and this was her her last hope and push forward after failing on her dream. Carmy has been on non stop knife mode for a decade, he did not even stop to grieve his brother, he just kept working and working.

When Carmy didn't have any "spoons" or help, he hurt himself using a knife. The same thing happened to Sydney because she was over exerting herself. Both of them are used to living in full knife mode. Carmy was selling jeans and his brothers jacket just to buy meat. He was literally giving his blood, sweat, and tears for this place.

Season 1 was all about Sydney and Carmy's "knives" and having to push themselves to the limit because of their passion to try and make The Beef into something better. Sydney used her knives and overspent her energy until she hurt Richie, the person that kept getting in the way of her using her knives both literally and metaphorically, and eventually she broke down and crashed. Carmy who was already on his last knife, struggling just to keep the lights on before Sydney arrived, finally felt the burn out when she left and almost let the restaurant burn down.

At the start of Season 2, Carmy is at a somewhat peaceful and chill place where he actually has free time, and the first thing he does when he's by himself is play with a knife. He needs the chaos and he doesn't know how to exist without being on high alert and pushing his passions to their limit. He then goes and sets practically impossible standards by planning to open in 3 months. He thinks he's using his knives to push himself to greatness but at the end of it all, what he has done is created new set of problems, also known as "forks", by avoiding his responsibilities and forcing others to have to use their "knives" and "spoons" to get things done because he is absent.

Tina ends up getting Carmy's knife both literally and in terms of being the one to push herself to her passion. She was putting all her energy into helping Sydney with the menu and to trying to get Ebra to have the same drive as her. Both things that really should have been Carmy's responsibility as Syd's partner and Ebra's boss. All while Carmy is off doing whatever with whoever.

Now, in the words of Carmy: if they want a Michelin star they are going to have to care about everything, more than anything. They are going to have to push themselves to their limits and they are going to have to use their "knives" again, but if they do there will inevitably come a big crash and burn at the end when everything comes catching up to them.

Read The Spoon Theory

Read The Fork Theory

[farity]

Obsession, part 10

I open my eyes when Aemond comes back to bed. I turn and smile at him over my shoulder and he slips in next to me, warm and solid against my back.

Once again, we've barely slept, the soreness inside me evidence of that, but when he kisses the back of my neck I instinctively arch against him and I feel the edge of his teeth on my skin.

"Shall I mark you?" he asks softly. "Shall I brand you as my own?"

Gods yes.

"You've done that already," I say out loud, "over and over." I have evidence of that, too, all over my thighs, the underside of my breasts, where he's nipped and sucked at the skin. I remember the sounds I made at every one of the marks he left on me.

I want more.

"Shall I kiss every mark, then, beg its forgiveness and yours?"

Parts of last night are blurry, lost amidst swells of incredible pleasure and tenderness. I remember words repeated over and over, the world a dark haze. Please, from me, although I don't remember what I was pleading for. Mine, from him, each time his voice getting raspier, darker.

Dawn is filtering through the edges of the windows and I see the indentations my own teeth left on his shoulder.

Aemond murmurs against my ear. "Some people are coming over for brunch. I'm sorry."

I'm not surprised. I heard Alicent speaking to someone about "the menu" and I didn't think she was doing so much planning just for the family. "It's fine," I say, although I'd rather spend the day with him, just the two of us in bed.

When I step off the bed, though, I really feel the aftermath of the past two nights inside me and maybe it's better to take a little break.

"None of you have middle names?"

He shakes his head, watching me head into the bathroom.

"You do now," I saw, and he raises an eyebrow.

"Insatiable."

* * * * *

Helaena was right, I had only ordered a few things. My mind wasn't on planning an entire wardrobe at the time, but I did get a couple of dresses along with the jeans and sweaters and other basic stuff.

Showered and dressed, we headed to the main house, where I could see about a dozen people through the windows of some space I had yet to visit.

It was like a greenhouse but with a large banquet table in the middle. Aegon was chatting with a couple of older men. Alicent was talking to another lady, and Helaena was in the corner, looking at some plants, so I reached up and kissed Aemond's cheek before heading to talk to her.

"Hey, Hel."

"Oh, hey."

She sounded subdued and I didn't know her well enough to know what's going on, but then her gaze went over my shoulder. I didn't turn around right away, but instead talked to her for a bit before putting my arm around her and turning her to go to the table.

There was a man trying not to look at her, too. He was very good looking, in a rugged sort of way. Longer hair tied back, facial hair, grey eyes that crinkled when he smiled at me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Targaryen."

It was the first time someone has called me that and it felt weird. Alicent was Mrs. Targaryen. I told him my name, and noticed he kept looking at Helaena so I started to move away and leave them alone but she grabbed my arm.

"Helaena," he said softly, and I knew I'd read the situation correctly.

"Hello Cregan."

"You're from Winterfell, right?" I asked, wondering what had happened between these two.

He told me about his family, the Starks, how his father had different ideas than he does, so now that his father has passed, he'd come to pledge his loyalty to the Targaryens.

He kept his eyes on me as he spoke but his body was facing Helaena, and her hand tightened on my arm. I placed my other hand on top of hers, letting her know I would not leave her, and she relaxed a little.

"Madame," someone said at my side and I turned to see a server with a tray of Champagne flutes.

"Thank you," I said and took one, and so did Helaena and Cregan.

"Aemond."

Cregan extended his hand and my husband took it. "Welcome, Cregan. We're glad you're here."

We chatted for a little about nothing specific, and then Alicent beckoned us to the table. There were a dozen covered dishes and servers came in and lifted off the lids, all at the same time, like some choreographed dance. Knowing Alicent, it probably was.

I saw that Cregan was sitting across from me, so I pulled Helaena to sit next to me and she gave me a small smile.

* * * * *

Halfway through brunch, after people from Houses loyal to the Targaryens had all congratulated us and studied me as if I was some freak of nature, Aemond took his phone out of his pocket and then stepped away from the table. I saw Aegon keep an eye on him, and then Ser Criston, the man who officiated our wedding, stepped in and nodded to Aemond.

"Sorry, everyone," Aemond said , "duty calls."

I rushed to Aemond. "What is happening?"

"The people who destroyed your home have been found. Don't expect me home tonight," he said quietly and I knew what he was going to do. I nodded and he kissed me and I whispered, "be careful."

This is what I will do, I thought. Stay home and worry. It didn't sit well with me but then I saw that Helaena and Cregan were talking and she was starting to smile.

There was a flurry of activity as various young men from the allied Houses flocked to Aemond and he started giving them instructions. They would take a few cars, the women could all stay in the guest quarters here until everyone returned.

"I want to go," Aegon said, and Aemond studied his brother.

"You can't. Not any more."

Aegon cursed, and Aemond laughed. "Maybe you can start changing some of the rules if they bother you so much."

"I can't today, anyway, I've had a few of these," he raised the Champagne flute. "Get a few in for me."

I turned to see Helaena place her hand in Cregan's. He was smiling at her and she looked at him like he was the center of her world.

"Stark!" Aemond yelled from the door and everyone went quiet.

Helaena went very still and I saw her eyes go wide. Aegon was smirking as he looked from Cregan to Aemond. Alicent was staring from her perch by the coffee table. Was this what people call accidental Renaissance paintings?

I whispered, "he shouldn't have to do this."

Aemond turned to me, and smiled bitterly. "Oh, but he does."

If he wants Helaena, I finished in my head.

I turned back as Cregan Stark headed towards Aemond, and nodded. "Let's go," he said, voice firm.

They left, and as the door closed, Helaena let out a sob and ran off.

* * * * *

Under Alicent's watchful eye, the women who stayed behind settled in, and she went to find you once all the guest rooms had been sorted.

"It isn't as easy as you might think," she said, "to keep it all together when we know what they are doing. Of course, Viserys never joined in, that's why he was the head of the family. But I had to keep everyone calm. Most of the wives were twice my age at the beginning, but they would listen, because I was his wife."

I didn't really give a shit, I just wanted to know about Helaena and Cregan, but really, Alicent was the last person I was going to ask.

"Was your family allied to the Targaryens before you married?" I asked instead.

She nodded. "My father was consigliere to Viserys, his right hand man. I knew him long before I married him."

She said nothing else but there was a lot left to tell, but between Aemond leaving and Helaena being upset, I suddenly just want to be by myself.

Helaena reappeared and gave me a small smile.

"Oh Hel," I said, taking my chance, "I wanted to ask you a couple of things."

She tucked her hair behind her ear and came up to me, "of course, whatever you need."

"The phone and laptop you got for me, first of all, thank you so much, are all the family numbers in the phone?"

"Oh yes," she began, and explained about how there were special shortcuts designed by Aemond to immediately alert the family should I need to. She was in her element, a knowledgeable woman who thrived in making everything orderly and organized.

Alicent stuck around long enough to hear the first part of our conversation but then lost interest and headed off somewhere, probably to brew some poisons or call to some bats or something. The woman seriously creeped me out.

"How long have you known Cregan? I asked quietly and watched, fascinated, as Helaena's face turned bright pink.

She looked around before leaning in. "Oh I've known him all my life but it's only been the last couple of years that . . . you know . . . I started to like him."

"He seems to like you," I responded, and she smiled.

"We weren't allowed to see each other," she continued, "since his father supported Rhaenyra's side, but Cregan feels differently."

I bet he fucking does.

"So when he came here to pledge his loyalty to Aegon, things became easier."

She went quiet, and again, tucked her hair behind her ear. "I do understand, you know," she continued. "You can't be in this family, as a man, and not be willing to do what they do. It would make him 'less' and I wouldn't want anyone I'm with to be considered 'less'."

I nodded. "He seemed very willing to prove himself today, and he seems nice."

"Oh, he really is. I mean, he's one of those northern guys, all outdoorsy and rugged and everything, but he's always been so nice to me." She lowers her eyes shyly. "I like him a lot."

"Well, if there is anything I can do, you let me know. I want you to be happy."

She threw her arms around me, surprising me. "I always wanted a sister. Little did I know she'd save my life."

* * * * *

I want to stay awake but I've barely slept the past two nights so I put my head down on the pillow and I wake up hours later when Aemond walks in.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were sleeping."

I rise onto my elbow and rub my eyes. "By the Seven, Aemond."

He's covered in blood. It's dried all over his clothes, his hair, his skin, and he looks like some mythological creature, a herald of death.

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

He doesn't say anything else before he walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower. I hear him throw his clothes into the hamper, wondering if any of it can be salvaged. Not that it matters. He probably has a thousand other sets of killing clothes.

I walk into the bathroom, see him standing under the spray. He has one hand resting on the wall and is letting the water pummel the back of his neck. My eyes go to his ass, and I smile.

Slipping off my clothes, I step into the shower and he turns. "I'm filthy," he warns.

"I can see that." I'm stepping in bloody water, rivulets of it running down his skin, and I don't care.

He takes a step back, "go, please."

"No."

I reach for his shampoo and he grabs my wrist. "I'm covered in blood and gore. Go. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"I said 'no'."

He doesn't let go of my wrist, and I don't let go of the shampoo bottle. He stares me down and I plant my free hand on my hip, as if I'm not naked and wet, as if my toes aren't touching someone's blood.

"You need to learn to let-"

"You need to remember what you promised me," I interrupt, "I agreed there were things you couldn't tell me, but you agreed that everything else was mine."

He looks at me, searching my face for the smallest sign of surrender and I give him none.

"I'm going to wash your hair."

He still hasn't let go of my wrist, and I can't really reach the shampoo like this, so before he decides to toss me out of the shower, I reach up and pull him down to me. I kiss him, and bite down on his lip hard enough that he flinches, and something in him snaps.

I find myself pressed against the shower wall, his hand in my hair so my head won't hit the tile. "Do you want to know how I got all this blood on me?"

I want to say no. Fuck no. But I know that much like Cregan earlier, I kind of have to agree. "Yes," I say, and he smirks, not believing me. "Tell me everything. Whose blood, where it came from, knives or guns. I want to know everything."

He frowns then, so I run my hand through his hair, where the water hasn't yet diluted a clump of dried blood. I show him my bloody hand, then I drag it over my breasts.

I've shocked him, but I'm not done.

I sink to my knees before him.

* * * * *

She looks up at me with big, innocent eyes, like she's not about to take me in her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she wraps slim fingers first, then those delectable lips around me, and I have to steady myself.

Fearless, I think, and then she begins to move, lips and tongue, swirling and making obscene noises as she works me and I have to do something, say something, before I completely self destruct.

No one has ever accepted, no, embraced, the monster that I am. But here, with blood and brain matter and whatever else is under my fingernails, her hands are on me. She moves one to run it up my thigh, past my stomach, as high as she can reach from where she is.

She brings her hand back down and slips it between her thighs and I nearly lose it. I have to pull her off of me, so I fist my hand in her hair, squeeze until she lets go, and I pull her up. She licks her lips and looks at me from under her lashes, and I pull her to me.

Despite the fortress that I've successfully built around myself, I find that I need her. She is a light and I've been in the dark for so long.

I can almost feel each brick of that fortress, dislodging, each caress from her sends another piece flying, her hands over my skin, my bloodied hair, sets off the collapse of those walls.

She was right. I am hers.

I hand her the bottle of shampoo and lower my head before her. She rushes to open it, as if afraid I'll change my mind and then her hands are in my hair and it feels heavenly. She is so gentle, her fingernails catching on random bits stuck in my hair and she ever so slowly works them free. She rubs my scalp until I'm nearly dozing off, but then she pushes me back up. "Rinse."

She turns me around and washes my back, going over my ass and the backs of my legs. I almost tell her the blood is mostly on my hands but fuck it, it feels so good I keep my mouth shut.

I turn the water off and step out, grabbing two bath sheets. I wrap her in one and it covers her from under her arms to her ankles, and she has to pull it up so she can walk.

"Do they only make these in Giant?"

I laugh while I dry off. She's given me this. Random moments of laughter. Before she can get too far on tiny steps, I grab her and lift her in my arms, and she shrieks but wraps her arms around me.

I don't want her to get cold, so I click the switch and the fireplace blooms, and I grab a couple of blankets as I head closer to the flames. When I place her down on the blankets she reaches for me, and this time I let her continue. She kneels between my legs and takes me in her mouth again, her hands adding to the torment as they roam over everywhere she can reach.

My hands fist at my sides while her head goes up and down, over and over, pushing me closer to the edge. I'm not going to last much longer and I grab her hair again but she keeps going, and before I can make another attempt to pull her off me, the world goes black and I am coming, my entire body tensing as she sucks and licks through my orgasm, moaning as she swallows every drop.

When I can see again, she's curled against me, her fingers drawing the lightest of lines on my chest. "I'm sorry," I say, "I've never-"

"Aemond," she interrupts, rising up on her elbow to glare at me. "If I hadn't wanted you to come in my mouth, guess what, you wouldn't have come in my mouth."

That settled, she snuggles against me again and I feel her toes going up and down my calf.

"Are you comfortable?"

"You make a pretty good body pillow," she says, then goes quiet. "Did you get all of them?"

I flash back to the room where then ended up. Where their lives ended.

"Yes."

"Good."

After a minute, she asks, "does Cregan Stark get the seal of approval, then?"

"He said he'd kill for Helaena. And he didn't throw up."

She shakes her head.

She dozes off eventually and I am glad, because she hasn't thought to ask. I handle all the weapons and the armory, so where did my father get his firepower?

Today I found out where. And what else they are planning to do.

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The eager waiter

Written for @hinnymicrofic, 10 July: Kind

The waiter arrived at their table for the third time since they had arrived at the restaurant. Every time Harry looked back at the menu, he showed up.

“The appetisers are on the house,” he said with a bit of a bow as he put the plate down. “Such an honour to have both of you here.”

“You are too kind,” Ginny told him politely.

“My pleasure, my pleasure,” he said eagerly. “If you need anything, I’ll be right over there.”

“Thanks,” Harry said. “We’ll let you know when we’re ready to order.” He watched the waiter walk away but kept glancing their way every few seconds.

Ginny inhaled sharply and shared a telling look with Harry. “He’s intense.”

“Really?” Harry told her with a grin. “I hadn’t noticed.”

She looked back down at the menu. “Should’ve agreed to go to a muggle restaurant like you suggested.”

Harry finally got a chance to look at the starters. “You should have. He is watching us like a hawk and drawing all the attention to us. I can’t even propose here, your parents would read it in the Evening Prophet before we could make it home.” He flipped the page to look at the main courses.

There was a beat of silence. “Are you planning to propose?” Ginny asked softly.

He looked up to see her smile eagerly at him, her face bright. He shrugged shyly, fiddling with the menu. “Been meaning to but I never seem to find the right time. I don’t think this is it.”

She snorted. “He may faint from excitement,” Ginny said with a nod towards the waiter.

“Ah,” Harry said. “It isn’t a proper proposal unless someone faints.” He smiled at her again.

Ginny shook her head. “George’s proposal was way over the top.”

“Angelina didn’t seem to think so,” he replied.

“That’s why they’re made for each other,” Ginny said.

Harry hummed in agreement. “Indeed...” He locked eyes with her. “Now that I have given you a head’s up, you can think of your response until I find the right moment to do it.”

Ginny tilted her head. “Harry...” She shook her head softly. “What do you think?”

He looked at her warningly. “Don’t tell me! You’re going to take all the fun out of asking.”

She grinned and looked down at her menu. “Alright.”

***

They exited the restaurant and Ginny looked up in surprise as an owl flew towards them. Harry held out his hand so it could land there.

“Auror stuff?” Ginny asked with concern.

Harry plucked the letter from its leg and looked. “No.” He shook his head with a slight frown. “It’s from your parents. They said they have urgent news but not to worry.”

“That is worrying,” Ginny let out.

Harry nodded. “I know. Let’s go over there and see what’s going on.”

He let her go first as they walked into The Burrow. It was quiet in the house.

Ginny walked into the living room. “Mum? Dad?”

Suddenly several people appeared from behind couches and doors. “Surprise!”

Ginny stalled, confused. “It’s not my birthday, is it?”

Harry got down on his knee just in time for her to turn around.

She gasped and smiled happily. “... You planned this.” She looked around at her family and dearest friends looking on eagerly.

“Did I miss it?” George’s voice came from behind him. Harry looked up to see the waiter enter as he rapidly morphed back into George.

Ginny looked back at him in utter surprise, and he smiled at her. “Will you marry me?”

[chesters-ocs]

Thinking about Kali and Butcher's six month separation again.

And so I'm going to (humbly) request a work that tells us what Butcher was doing in those six months because I need to know what happened during then, please and thank you. I need to read about him missing Kali, but knowing that he can't come home yet because it won't be safe for Charlie at that moment.

HIS FAULT

EHEHEHE !! this is so evil and i love it >:) ty for the req <3

wc: 1k

He's pacing again, Charlie thought to himself, eyeing his bodyguard of over a decade now. Luckily, they had bonded well enough, that he really did not mind his presence.

"Butchie?"

Butcher snaps to a halt, whipping around to stare at the teen on the couch: "What is it?"

"Whatcha thinking 'bout?"

"..."

He silently shook his head, and just kept pacing. Charles knew though. There's only one thing his protector could be thinking about.

"Mother called, by the way," he spoke after a long stretch of silence. The bodyguard's brow furrowed.

"Uhm... She.." the teen began, once again drawing the sharp eye of Adam Butcher, "Said a few things you may like."

"Cut the fluff. What is it, C?" he demanded, not in the mood for games.

"Uh. Mother managed to get a hold of Nic."

Butcher almost growled. Why the fuck was his brother getting involved into his messes?

"Goddamn Ivy-" he cursed her, before collecting himself. And the pacing began again. This time he was at least talking out loud: "Fuck does she want from Dominic? I told her to leave him out of-"

"Lemme finish, asshole," Charlie huffed, leaning back on the rickety couch. The springs audibly strained against the pressure. "Mother wanted to know how things are... But... Y'know."

Yeah, he did know. Despite not being the spouse of his boss anymore, Ivy was still a high-profile target. Especially since she was spotted on the wedding day. It's no big surprise she was forced into hiding as well.

"Okay, fine. What did Nic say?"

"Ashok is fine. Alive and home from the hospital... Don't ask me the details. But... Yeah. He is okay."

The weight that came off his shoulders was monumental. It felt like he could breathe again. Butcher slumped against a yellow, stained wall with a deep exhale, his entire body seemingly sagging.

"... Thanks... Remind me to get her that ridiculous wine when we meet her again," he muttered. In response he got a hum, as the teen went back to messing on the phone.

"... Sam's online."

"Don't."

"Not planning to," he grumbled. The sound of resignation was clear. He missed his brother, but was not even able to do something as simple as play games together. He could just stare at the little green dot next to the name.

"Good kid," he finally smiled, raising his eyes and head from the slumped position.

"Dinner?" Butcher offered, moving to swiftly check out the window of the apartment on the main street.

"What's on the menu?"

"Hm. Indian place looks open."

"I don't want to cry."

"Heh, gotcha, kid. I see the lights on at the Italian one."

"Aren't you sick of that by now?"

"What, good pizza? Never."

"Hmph... Fine then."

Butcher nodded, and went to slip on his shoes and coat. The country was on the warmer side this time of year. Kazakhstan's the name, if he recalled correctly. Or not, He was still very much so sick and tired from hopping from country to country.

It had gotten to the point where both of them barely even unpacked their bags, knowing Vincent was 2 days away from sending a new location they need to move to.

Butcher didn't allow himself to slow down. He knew he'd be useless at his job if he let him stew in emotions. He didn't need that, Vincent didn't need that, and most importantly, Charles didn't need that.

"Be back in a bit. Behave, 'kay?"

"Yeah yeah. Can you get me a coke too?"

With a roll of his eyes, Butcher left and locked the door behind him.

The teen had time to take in the place now. Better than the last, he thought, at least there's cell service here.

Dingy, yellowed walls, no doubt about this being a smoker's apartment. The stench was... Interesting. Window looked out some main street or another, which was busy with people. Kitchen and bathroom work fine. Water's clean... enough. Only complaint is the noise of the people, but he's been in shittier places over these past few months. Furniture's old, but usable. He's sure the couch won't break under his weight, so Charles can't bring himself to complain.

Speaking of... the teen almost shudders at the memory of a different apartment they were forced to stay at. Infested with spiders, leaking pipes, cracked windows, in the worst part of some backwater town in a no-name part of the globe he's already forgotten about. He's sure that Butcher did not sleep a wink for those four days, and if he did, a loaded gun was in his grasp.

Following that was a shouting match over the phone as they drove, where Butcher came out victorious over his boss. They hadn't been in a place similar to that since. Thankfully.

He gets drawn from his reminiscence by the door opening. Butcher holding two pizza boxes and a soda bottle.

"They were outta coke, hope this will do," he said, throwing the bottle his way, which Charlie easily caught, "Pepperoni and three cheeses. Pick your poison."

"... You're back quickly?" he questioned the man.

"Owner's apparently from the motherland too. Let me skip the line and all that," he chuckles.

"Hm... Give me the cheese then."

Butcher pushed the box across the small table, closer to the teen, and himself claimed the pepperoni one for himself.

It was quiet, save for the radio blaring by the door.

As Butcher's eyes flicked to the calendar, he sighed deeply once more, hand hovering above the steaming hot dinner.

"What is it?"

"His birthday's today too."

Charlie's gaze landed on the calendar as well.

"Oh."

Silence overtakes them again. They're exhausted, that much is clear. Homesickness doesn't make it any easier either.

"... Just a little more. Just a little while longer, and we'll be home," Butcher spoke to himself, trying to find the strength to keep going trough this hell.

He's sure he'll resign the second he can safely send letters again. It's Vincent's own fault for the reason they ended up in this mess.

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Happy Selfshiptober Prompt #25: Rest and/or Bandages

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I promise Mikey comes in eventually. I just needed to set up the contrast between the two relationships.

Background: Mikey and Ace have been fighting for a few days. When he crashes on the racetrack and needs stitches, instead of letting Kenny help him, or going to the hospital, he calls his favorite delinquent nurse, despite her being on a date with her ex-husband.

TW: non-explicit/implied physical and emotional abuse. It's mutual. I will never pretend that they have a healthy dynamic. They're also kind of into it in their own weird, fucked up way.

wc: 3246; written from Ace's POV in first person

The appetizers were being delivered to our booth when my phone buzzed on the bench beside me.

Rindou Haitani and I were at one of our favorite diners, very 1970s Americana. Giggly and tired from our dance lesson, I had kicked off my heels and hiked up the skirt of my dress so that I could sit cross-legged on the bench. Rin had given me his rehearsed, half-hearted lecture about over-extending the joints and mobility stagnation before mirroring me on the other side of the table. He opened up his suit jacket and loosened his tie before removing his glasses and running a hand over his face.

A clock over the soda counter read 10 PM. "We really need to stop extending practice after lessons are over." My ex-husband sighs before throwing his head back over the top of his bench.

"You are the one that wants to start doing dance-themed nights at the club. We can't teach people how to 'Swing'," I put the dance style in air quotes like our instructor, "without knowing how to do it."

"We should've started with something easier. Like.... Disco, or the Foxtrot."

Our waitress drops off our usual drinks, a strawberry lemonade for me and a Coke for him. He'll switch to their special offer beer of the night halfway through our main course. She doesn't speak, because she doesn't need to. We've been coming here long enough to start ordering the same things every time, except for his beer and sometimes our dessert. This is the one place where he'll entertain me and eat fatty food. "Part of the American experience," I kept telling him when we had initially found the place—and several subsequent dates after that, as we moved through the menu, trying everything before settling on our favorites.

"Keep complaining, and I'll put you and Ran into a J-Pop bootcamp and clean my hands of the whole thing."

My phone buzzes again as Rin starts portioning our mozzarella sticks. "If it was Ran, he would've tried reaching out to me if he couldn't reach you the first time."

I push the phone further away without looking at it and take my plate from him. "Which really leaves only one person who would be trying to reach me at about this time, and I'm not letting him take up space in my head."

"Was it bad again?" He pulls a mozzarella stick apart, getting a really nice cheese pull before dipping one half in marinara and twirling the cheese around itself, before popping it in his mouth.

"Well, neither of us ended up in ER, so it wasn't that bad." If we were younger, I would be feeling his eyes rake over me looking for the bumps and bruises, cuts and friction burn. Maybe a sling or a brace, but those are more obvious. He'd be running through his memory, thinking of the exposed skin he saw during our lesson, and trying to remember if there was something there that is now hidden.

But we are not so young anymore. We all have demons from our delinquent days that we can not let go of, no matter how hard we try.

So he just gives me a passing glance before dipping the other half of his marinara stick into the sauce. "And your therapist?"

"They were the one to suggest we take some time apart."

"But you haven't been at the house...?"

"Staying at the office." I say before attempting my own cheese pull. I'm less successful.

"Ace...."

"We have that huge contract from Spain that we're workshopping. I'd probably be there anyway, 'cause I'm having to pull odd hours—time difference and all."

My phone buzzes again, three times in quick succession.

And then Rindou's cell rings as a call comes through.

The car service drops me off right outside the gates of the stadium. I give my driver a cash tip for driving me so far outside the city, and wait for the actual payment to go through on our phones.

"You're sure you don't want me to stick around? This place looks pretty deserted." His hand is on the gear shift. We both know he wants to head back into the city, where he can get a couple more rides in before his shift is over at 12 AM.

"I'm sure. There's at least two people in there that can give me a ride home." I place a hand on the hood of his car while I put my heels back on so that I can walk across the pavement. It's too dark in spots to know if I'm about to step on broken glass or not. "Thanks though." I give him a smile and wave him off before squaring my shoulders and marching towards the stadium doors.

I text Rin to let him know I arrived as Draken Ryuuguji pushes open the door for me.

"I was in the middle of a date, Ken." I'm kicking off my heels and padding down the hallway in bare feet before the door is fully closed behind us.

"I know." It only takes a few strides for him to catch up to me.

"Date night doesn't end until midnight, per my contract."

"I know." He hands me an open-front sweater that he had been holding, and I shrug into it as we keep walking. They always keep the A/C cranked too high in this part of the stadium.

"We're supposed to be taking time apart."

"He did mention that, but also said that it didn't matter."

"We both know that's not what he said." I pause, hand him my purse, and flip my head upside down before gathering and tying up my hair into a high ponytail.

Draken shrugs, already over it. He had been dealing with a brat for several hours already; he wasn't about to start letting another bait him.

I straighten myself, retrieve my purse from his hand, and take a few deep breaths before resuming our walk.

We only have to walk for about another minute before we reach our destination.

"How bad is it?" I ask, steeling myself for whatever was on the other side of the locker room door.

"Lots of road rash, but the thing to be worried about is the gash on his cheek. He has a busted lip too, but Shin was at least able to talk him into letting us check and make sure he hadn't knocked out any of his teeth."

"Jesus Chr—that dumbass motherfucker." I run a hand over my face, bumping my glasses, and then take a moment to straighten the skirt of my dress.

"He agreed to go to the hospital after, if you deem it necessary. But only if you patch him up."

"Of course he did." Another deep breath. "If you hear screaming, it's just me killing him."

I don't have to look at Draken to know that he's rolling his eyes. We only ever make empty threats.

"I didn't even get to eat my dinner." I mutter under my breath as I turn the handle of the door.

"Manjirou Sano." My voice is stern as the door latches behind me.

My husband looks up from the couch he's sprawled across, a bundle of ice pressed to his face. "Hey baby." His smile is infectious and intoxicating. And I relish in the pain that cuts through it as he stretches his cheek muscles.

I move to one of the cupboards of the private locker room, zeroing in on where I knew the medical supplies were kept. Because I put them there. I pointedly ignore him.

"That dress is pretty. What's the occasion?" There's a smirk hiding in his voice. He bought the dress—a dark grey floral pattern, a circle skirt that hit mid-calf, a straight neckline with petal like sleeves, and an open back that stopped just above the bottom of my spine. The dainty chains that were draped in that open space were from Rin—and Mikey hated that they were from Rin.

Not that he could see them at the moment because of the sweater. But the cold brushes of metal as I moved served as a reminder to myself.

And he knew exactly what the occasion was for—it had been part of our fight that drove us apart five days ago.

Which was precisely why he had insisted on me coming to the stadium to patch him up instead of letting someone from the team do it—or doing the sensible, responsible, thing and going to the hospital. He wanted my attention and didn't want to share.

If I didn't know better, I would think he had staged the crash intentionally. Reckless driving, certainly; but the team was too careful—too aware of him—for him to intentionally crash on the racetrack. Which was a cause for concern for different reasons, but I knew they were all capable of handling it.

I can feel his temper begin to raise as his gaze sears into my back while I continue to putter about, collecting supplies. Bandages here, sterilizer there, towels, some fresh water..... I hope to only need to use steri-strips to close the gash on his cheek, but I grab a suture kit anyway.

Three minutes pass without either of us saying a word; waiting for the other to cave.

Not having anything else to putter about with, I finally turn to face him.

He's sitting up now. The ice is still pressed to his face, but it's melting, dripping condensation onto the carpet. There's a fire in his eyes, the same fire that I know is reflected in mine. Anything could set off a spark and set the whole room ablaze.

But he also has dark circles under his black eyes. And the faintest hint of blonde stubble growing on his chin. There's an invisible weight being carried on his shoulders. I can feel myself softening, wanting to push his black hair back off his forehead and tell him everything's okay.

Instead, I set my jaw and straighten my spine before moving and settling down on the floor in front of him. Without speaking, I dampen a towel and begin to care for the road rash on his lower legs.

I'm deliberate—delicate. It looks like one of the guys (or him) had already taken care of the majority of the debris, so it was just a matter of making sure that the raw skin was clean and sterile before applying ointment and bandages. He hisses when I sterilize the wounds, but otherwise remains silent.

I next move to the hand and forearm that isn't holding the ice pack, and repeat the process. I rise up onto my knees to roll up his shirt sleeve to work on the upperarm, but find myself eye to eye with him.

His fire has gone out.

"You haven't been sleeping." I say, finally breaking our tenuous silence. I resist the urge to place a hand on his good cheek.

"I mean, I have. But you know I don't really rest when we're fighting." His voice is but a whisper, probably worried that he'll scare me off if he speaks any louder.

The mention of our fight snaps me back into focus, and I set my jaw again before breaking eye contact. I return to my task, and roll up his shirt sleeve.

I'm less delicate with my cleaning now. He yelps in pain at a particularly brisk movement, and I try not to smile. I'm reminded of the rug burn healing on the backs of my thighs and hope that he remembers it too.

More bandages are applied, and I realize that I will eventually need to ask him to remove his shirt so that I can properly care for his shoulders.

He's been studying me as I've worked. "You haven't been getting any rest either, have you?" The concealer that I applied before work that morning and then reapplied right before my dance lesson had done enough to convince Rin that I was well. But under such careful scrutiny by someone who knows me better than I know myself, it was worthless.

"So what if I haven't?" His fire may have burned out, but mine had not. I'm still pissed as hell. "It's not like you care."

"Ace..." He trails off, trying to make eye contact, but I busy myself with securing one of his bandages. "You know that's not true."

I get to my feet, and he grabs my hand, afraid that I'm going to walk away. "Turn around and take off your shirt. I need to clean up your shoulders." I do my best to inject ice into my voice, unwilling to give in.

He does as I ask, and I immediately regret my decision. I begin to salivate, being confronted by just how much his shoulders and back affect my willpower. The urge to bite him is only slightly tempered by the sight of the dried blood and raw skin.

My hands shake as I go through the motions of tending to the wounds. And I'm repulsed by how weak-kneed I feel. I cling to that repulsion, hoping that it will serve as my lifeline until I can get out of this room.

I place the last of my bandages and realize that I need more for his other arm and a spot along his jaw that looked more like rug burn than road rash. Probably from the strap on his helmet. At least he was wearing it this time.

I spin around on my heel before stepping away. Mikey turns his head at the brush of my skirt against his spine, and reaches out with his free hand to take hold, but misses.

When I finally turn back from the cabinets, he is facing forward again and appears to be pouting. The jutting of his lower lip is subtle enough for anyone else to miss, but just as he knows me, I know him.

Fucking brat.

I decide to prolong the inevitable, and step over to the fridge and get a new bag of ice from the freezer. Or I would have, but it seems that the last one is currently on his face.

For the first time, I find myself really wondering just how long Draken fought with Mikey before giving in and reaching out to me. Looks like I owe him one.

I grab the lone bag of frozen peas instead and toss it over my head and behind me. It lands in Mikey's hand without any audible effort on his part.

"Swap hands. I need to work on your other arm." I say as I kneel on the floor in front of him once again.

"Do you ever wonder how many times we've done this?" He asks, following my instructions. His now free hand is ice inside of my own.

"Far too many to count." I mumble, focused on my task.

"I don't ever really return the favor, do I?" He laughs, but it's cut short by a moan of pain—someone forgot about the gash on his cheek.

"No you don't." My response is harsher than I meant, but to be fair the new skin on the backs of my thighs just started to itch. "You always complain about how much effort it takes to do it correctly, so I stopped asking a long time ago. You only ever do it now if I'm literally incapable of doing it myself."

I know that our minds go to the same place. The last time I couldn't take care of my own wounds was two years ago when I hit the floor a little too hard and got a concussion. He "took care of me" by taking me to hospital. And then left me there. As my emergency contact, Takemichi still gives me grief over it from time to time. No one could track Mikey down until five days later, when he showed up at our shared apartment.

I'm still convinced Emma would've killed him then and there if I hadn't come out of the bedroom to see who was at the door.

"I'm sorry." My hands still, a bandage half wrapped around his bicep. Mikey takes the opportunity to take my chin in his hand and lift it so that I have to look him in the eye. "I know that doesn't mean a lot for us. We say we're sorry, and then we turn around and do the same thing again. But I do mean it this time. I never should have abandoned you at the hospital like that."

I yank my head out of his hand and return to my task, wrapping the bandage just a little to tight.

Of course he's apologizing for something that happened two years ago. Not for ruining my date with Rin, forcing us to breach contract, or for the injuries that I currently have. Or even for the fight that led to those injuries. No, he's apologizing for something that I had already grieved and moved on from.

I finish his arm and sit back on my heels, admiring my work. I was never interested in medicine, but you learn things when your friends and family are in gangs and can't always go to the hospital when they get injured. They all eventually picked some things up from watching me and were able to doctor themselves for the most part.

Mikey watched and learned, but almost never applies the skills. He outright refuses to take care of himself unless he literally has no other choice.

I think about how I stormed out five days ago, and wonder if he had doctored himself for once or called someone else to clean up my our mess. Any injuries he sustained then are all covered up by the road rash now.

The exhaustion from the last five days hits me all at once. I swallow around the lump forming in my throat and find myself fighting back tears. I want to make up with him and forget the whole thing, just so that I can take sanctuary in his arms and finally get some rest.

I take a deep breath and slowly get to my feet. "I—" I clear my throat and start again. "I need to take a look at that gash now. So if you could—"

"Baby," Mikey interrupts and takes one of hands in both of his, the peas displaced somewhere. "Look at me."

I can't. I know what I'll find when I look in his eyes. And I'm not ready for that. I want to stay mad. I deserve to stay mad. He was out of line. He knows it. I know it. Just like it was his right to be mad in the first place because I was out of line.

We walk an emotional tightrope together and when one of us starts to tip, we scramble to stay upright, only for both of us to fall. It's an impossibly delicate balance that we have to maintain and when we do, it's art; but when we don't, it's so horrific that the metaphor extends past being "better" on the tightrope alone—we would've been better off never being on the tightrope in the first place.

I don't realize that the tears have started to fall until Mikey has stood up and is pressing our foreheads together and cupping my face with his hands, using his thumbs to brush them away.

"I'm sorry." My voice breaks into a sob.

"I know. I'm sorry too. But let's take care of my face, and then we can yell at each other all we want. Make Kenny go crazy, yeah?" I can hear that he's on the verge of tears too.

God, I hate being married to myself. But I can't help but laugh and nod. I can feel his smile as he presses a kiss to my cheek.

"Right. Okay." I take my glasses off and wipe at my face with the sleeves of my sweater. I replace my glasses as Mikey finds his seat on the couch again.

I move the bandages and other supplies up on the couch cushions around him. As I move to stand between his legs to better view the slowly weeping gash on his cheek, Mikey tugs on my sleeve and pulls me into his lap. He grins, painfully, from ear to ear while I try to find my balance, knees on either side of his hips.

"Mikey—" It's my turn to pout, but he cuts me off with a kiss.

"Happy anniversary baby."

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“POSSIBILITIES” (excerpt)

By @GenuineRoseW (on Wattpad)

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Part One

Renna checked her makeup in her rear-view mirror before stepping out of the car. She wore a light pink dress that rested above her knees. The top of it fitted to her chest, flaring out at her waist. Her favourite pink heels matched perfectly which she had been excited about while strapping them up. She loves the short, thick heel that reduced the risk of an ankle roll, and the comfort of them.

Her light brown hair was styled in a simple half-up half-down style, the ends curled and the bottom half resting on her shoulders. She kept her make-up simple. A light, shimmery eyeshadow. Thin eyeliner. A bit of blush. And enough foundation and concealer to cover the freckles over her nose.

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She grabbed her white handbag from the car and made her way up to Levi's apartment, locking the car as she walked.

While in the elevator, she checked her reflection one more time in the silver walls, and smiled to herself. She had been looking forward to this date since Levi planned it a week ago.

She had to restrain herself from skipping down the hallway to his door, and gave herself a few seconds to calm her excitement before knocking.

"It's open!" she heard from the other side.

Pushing the door open, she stepped into the darkened room. The blackout curtains blocked out the golden light from the setting sun. Two lamps set up in two opposite corners illuminated the small living area with a dull, warm light, while the TV projected a white light across the room. Renna had to squint to look at it; the brightness hurting her eyes.

Sat on the three-seater couch in front of the wall-mounted TV, Renna recognised Levi's fluffy black hair. Jensen's head beside him looked almost the same in the dark, but the TV light gave away the bright ocean blue colour of his hair.

From the back and in the dark, it's hard to tell but she's sure Levi still had yet to get ready. She sighed to herself, losing the excitement she possessed moments ago.

"Bro, quick," Jensen said. "Come back and heal me."

"Alright. On my way," Levi replied, oblivious to the disappointed girl behind him.

Renna stepped closer to stand behind him. "Levi."

He looked over his shoulder at her for just a second before turning his attention back to the game being played.

It showed two characters, the screen split in the middle. The character on the right laid on the ground, curled up, with the words 'waiting to be revived' beneath him.

"Hey baby," Levi said without another glance back. "What are you—" He cut himself off, looking back with wide eyes. "Shit! I'm so sorry. I'll get ready right now." Jumping up, he dropped the controller onto the couch and dashed towards his bedroom. "I'll be quick. Wait there."

A tiny smile played on her lips. At least I didn't have to tell him, she thought.

"Bro," said Jensen, throwing his arms up as he watched his roommate leave. "I'm dying." He looked back at the screen. "And now you're dying." As he reached for Levi's controller, the character collapsed to the floor and the game-over screen popped up. He dropped his arms in defeat. "And... we're dead." Turning to look at Renna, he said, "Thanks for that."

She rolled her eyes. "It wasn't my fault."

"Whatever," he mumbled, finding his way to the main menu. She watched him flick through options, selecting and changing things.

She hadn't liked him too much since the first time she met him two weeks prior. Levi introduced them both when he tagged along to their bowling date.

Renna thought she had been as nice as she could have been the entire time, but when Jensen ran to the bathroom, Levi let her know that Jensen hadn't liked her much. She didn't know what she could have done different. To her, it seemed as though they were getting along.

But Levi told her, "During your turn, he leaned over and whispered that I could do better than you and that you're kind of annoying."

It hurt her. Levi comforted her, saying, "I don't think that. You're so hot and amazing. Don't bother about him. He doesn't know what he's talking about." Her heart warmed with his words.

Since then, he treated her like dirt on his shoe. Or more like a fly that keeps circling his head. Bothersome. Refusing to go away. Always there. Pestering. Unwanted.

But Levi was her boyfriend, and it had nothing to do with Jensen, so she did her best to ignore him and his snide remarks.

"Jensen!" Levi called from the room. "What did you do with my leather jacket?!"

"I didn't touch it. Use your eyes and look for it." He selected single player mode and started a new game.

"That's helpful. Where is it?" Renna caught sight of Levi switching between rooms.

"I seriously don't know, man."

Levi returned seconds later, pulling the jacket on. He had calmed his wild hair as much as he could in the short amount of time. Under the blacker leather jacket, he wore a plain white t-shirt with black jeans and nice brown dress shoes. He kept on his black jewellery but it all matched perfectly. Two necklaces. One with a cross and the other with triangle, arrow head thing. His ear piercings. Two in one ear. Three in the other. His lip ring. And his silver and black rings.

He's very handsome, Renna thought to herself. If the annoying roommate hadn't been there, she might have said it out loud, but for now, she decided to keep it to herself.

"You've been dating her a month," Jensen said while fighting some zombie or something, "and you're already ditching your friend for her."

"Maybe if you had a beautiful girl to go on a date with, you would pick her too."

Renna turned away, grinning and blushing like an idiot. Warmth surrounded her heart.

"Shall we?" Levi asked, holding out his arm to her.

She took his arm. "Of course."

As they left the apartment, before they shut the door, they heard Jensen make a fake throw-up sound.

End of Part One.

Thank-you for reading! Let me know what you think. 💚 You can continue reading the rest of the story on Wattpad. Have a lovely day, you beautiful person.

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Diving Deep into the Sea with Moby Dick's

Moby Dick’s opened on August 18, 2022, as an upscale oyster bar on Campbell Ave in West Haven, CT. When walking by the bar you see a black stainless steel seating area and their artsy chalkboard sign. It may seem like any other bar or restaurant but once you step inside, it transforms into a whaler ship. “You should know that this place was called Moby Dick’s almost 50 years ago and we brought it back and we kept all the historic pieces of the building and we worked really hard with the town to make sure we keep things congruent with the other businesses. We've maintained our portholes and wood beams that resemble a whaling ship. We redid the floor to an art deco model and I think people have taken a liking aesthetically” said an owner, Nick Ruickoldt when asked how the people of West Haven felt about the new establishment. 

Bar Before Most Renovations

Bar on March 15, 2023

Original Porthole

Front Entrance of Moby Dick's

People do not only love the looks but the food as well. “There are so many good dishes at Moby Dick’s. One being the mac and cheese which everybody likes, seafood and nonseafood lovers, you can always top it with lobster or bacon. We have suddenly become known for our meatballs. Everybody loves our meatballs, meatball fra diavolo, and meatball sliders” said Brianna Hackett, a bartender since the beginning who stuck through and became manager. Jeff Lamberti is the chef and has done nothing but an incredible job according to many customers and coworkers. Ruickoldt said hiring him was the most important step and main focus after finishing all the renovations. “Lamberti created a menu of multiple kinds of oysters that come in fresh every day. He does so many seafood specials, and is just so creative in the kitchen,” explained Ruickoldt.

Lobster Mac and Cheese

Seafood Tower

Moby Dick Whale Drawn by Brianna Hackett on the Oyster Bar

The food is definitely a contributing factor as to why there are so many returning customers, but this certainly isn’t the only reason considering the several IPAs, lagers, and beers the bar has on draft. Ruickoldt thinks having local brewers represented in the bar such as New England Brewing Company located in New Haven, CT, Tribus in Milford, CT, and Whalers Rise from Rhode Island has brought an appeal to the community. However, Moby Dick’s doesn’t only have beer. They have a large assortment of cocktails from Old Fashioneds to “Captain” Collins. Some days Hackett feels like she makes “100” espresso martinis. Over the month of March, the fan favorite was the “Drunk Leprechaun.”

Old Fashioned

Bar During Month of December

Chalkboard Menu

The group of people who went in on this project were not previous bar or restaurant owners, but they did have family in the industry. Ruickoldt is an Insurance broker for the Russell Agency and was a former fire commissioner and former city councilman. Evan Mink, a partner, and the permittee,  delivers baked goods and is a fire commissioner for the West Shore district in West Haven. When asked how the idea sparked, Ruickoldt replied  “So, we are lifelong residents of West Haven and our families were in the restaurant business for a long time and this opportunity came up, it was a vacant storefront on our main throughway in West Haven, Campbell Ave. We came and visited the property and immediately fell in love with all the old architecture and we thought we could tackle remodeling it and bring it back to life.” 

It seems like they have done a fine job since they recently won the Greater Milford Chamber of Commerce “Best New Business” Award. The Greater Milford Chamber of Commerce is made up of West Haven, Milford, and a couple of other smaller surrounding towns. “Many news outlets picked up the story, which affected business significantly,” says Ruickoldt. Hackett told a story of an older couple who came in one night because they recently read an article in the West Haven Voice after winning the award. She remarked, “They would probably never have come in if it wasn’t for winning the award.” Hopefully, you get a chance to have the Moby Dick’s experience and #GetShucked. 

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chapter 11: pretty boys, ugly consequences

"so yeah, i'm freaking the fuck out right now!" you exclaimed over the phone to yeji while you paced around you bedroom.

"okay so you mean to tell me," yeji started, "that you unknowingly slept with one of jake's friends?"

"yes, that's exactly what i'm saying," you sighed as you flopped onto your bed, "what am i supposed to do? should i tell him? do you think his friend told him already? oh god i have so many questions." your mind was in a state of panic as you quickly hopped off your bed and began pacing anxiously again. "and, to top everything off, his huge birthday dinner get-together thing he does every year is next weekend! that makes me not want to tell him even more." you groaned, annoyed at yourself for your past actions.

"i know you already know this but," yeji sighed, "i think you might be fucked, and not in a good way." she managed to joke and lift the mood.

"okay, i'm just gonna distract myself by working on our project because i do not want to think about this right now," you declared as you began to set your notebooks and other school supplies down on your desk, "i'll see how much work i can get done before we meet up with innie again. i'll talk to you later, yej."

after hanging up the phone, you turned it face-down so that you could put your full focus into this final project, in mind that it was practically your ticket to graduation.

'jake is the least of my worries right now,' you reassured yourself, 'you don't need him; you can stand on your own. so what if he gets upset at you?'

you tried to instill those thoughts in your mind to ensure that you kept your eyes on what's really important.

but that left you to wonder:

what is it that's important to me right now?

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it was your first time back at work after finding out that those videos of you and jake were leaked, and you couldn't help but notice that you were getting a few side-eyes and stares from people who may or may not have recognized you.

you were just doing the usual: wiping down the marble countertops as if there was anything to wipe off, making sure the crystal wine glasses looked overly presentable, serving shots and hoping that the customers were shamelessly horny enough to give you tips; basically just minding your own business and doing your job.

that was until you heard the bells on the entrance door jingle, signifying that customers had just entered.

"hi, how can i help you-" you stopped yourself as your voice weakened.

after ages of not seeing them, the girls were back. well, not all of them. this time, it was just the main girl who usually instigated everything; the ringleader of the other girls. you tried to hide your nervous gulp as you slapped a smile back on your face.

"hello again," you started your greeting over as if nothing happened, "do you want to look at the menu or do you know what you want to order or-"

"what i want is for you to stay away from jake, that's what," she said sternly with a straight yet evil-looking face, "you really thought that no one would confront you directly about those videos and pictures? i'm not sure if i'm the first one to say this, but dirty whores like you with these dead-end jobs don't deserve a classy man like him. i knew who you were from day-one when i first walked into this bar with my friends, and if you think that you can just swoop in and use jake for his money then-"

"i'm gonna have to respectfully ask you to leave," your voice stiffened, "this establishment does not tolerate the harassment of their employees no matter the issue, but if there is a real problem, meaning with my service, feel free to call management. i would think a supposed 'woman of class' like you would know how to act in public and how to treat people, but behold, i stand corrected."

you have no idea how you were able to curate the speech on a whim, especially with the tears that were threatening to leak from your eyes.

"if you still want to have a word, we could at least step outside to avoid disturbing the other guests," you said, maintaining your professionalism although all you wanted to do was yank her hair out and claw her eyes until her eyelash extensions came loose, "then after that, you may leave."

"sounds great," she said with blatant sarcasm, though still agreeing to your proposition.

you stepped out from behind the bar and began leading the way out, trying to remain calm and maintain your professionalism though you could feel yourself about to combust.

right when you guys stepped outside to the back of the bar where it was private and no one could see, she immediately started to take her anger out on you.

"good, now i can say more without anyone batting an eye," her tone coming off cocky and honestly mildly demonic, "i'm gonna need you to step out of the picture, got it? if anything, you're embarrassing yourself by thinking that you, a nobody, can kiss all over jake and manipulate him to give you money. yeah, i've seen you two wearing little matching expensive clothes that i know for a fact he bought, and it makes me laugh every time knowing that it's the only time that you'll ever get a mere taste of luxury. jake doesn't love you; he just needs a random whore to fuck every now-and-then. you are not special."

you were absolutely appalled at the audacity that this girl had, and for a second you were literally speechless, but you had to think of a response. fast.

"you don't know me, and you especially don't know what's going on between me and jake because that's no one's business. am i ashamed that those videos leaked? yes, i am. but are me and jake gonna move past it? yes, we are. oh yeah, and i also don't appreciate the fact that you came all the way over to my workplace to start a fight. it's completely immature of you, and we should just stop because there's no point in-"

slap!

your world felt as if it stopped spinning the second her hand came in contact with your face, and it took you awhile to regain sense of what was happening. you two just stood there in front of each other, her face red with rage and breathing heavily while your face was frozen in shock.

"this is the last time i ever try to make sense of a commoner's actions," she mumbled as she stormed off, the fur on her coat fluttering in the cold autumn wind. meanwhile, you stood in place for what felt like hours, not wanting to move in fear of encountering her, but you decided to push your fear-induced thoughts out of your mind and head into the bar from the back door.

once you finally stepped inside the building from the back door that lead into the employee break room, your adrenaline rush from the dramatic string of events came to a screeching halt. finally, the tears that you'd been holding back began to trickle down the cold skin of your face.

you decided to burst into the employee bathroom and make yourself look like less of a mess to go ask your boss if you could head home because you aren't 'feeling well.' technically, it wasn't a lie, so you didn't feel that bad about doing it. thankfully, she agreed, seeing that you kinda looked rough. you thanked her for letting you go home before speeding out the back door.

today was enough humiliation to last you the rest of your life.

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you found yourself curled up in a thick blanket for hours, barely moving at all, and just staring blankly into oblivion.

you still hadn't fully processed what the hell just happened but from what you did know, you weren't having any of it. how and why did you just let her get away with disrespecting you like that? you felt weak for not saying or doing more but also felt embarrassed for what you did do and how pathetic it must have sounded. overall, you felt so stupid and ashamed for simply living your life. the first time you ever felt like this was because of your "family", and now a complete stranger has made you feel like the empty shell you were back then.

lost in your thoughts, you didn't even realize that your phone was buzzing on the other side of the bed. you groaned, annoyed that you had to move from your comfy blanket cavern, and reached over to check your phone.

2 missed calls from jake🤍

your stomach sank, feeling uncertain of whether or not you should call him back. but then, not even a second later, you found yourself hitting the 'call back' button and hoping that he'd pick up the phone. the phone rang twice before you were greeted by his cute aussie voice.

"hey, princess. are you doing okay? you haven't texted all day," jake said with a bit of a pouty voice, "i miss you."

those three words made your heart feel warm and fuzzy. jake had a way of simply making you feel all smiley and stuff despite the shitty day you had.

"aww, puppy," you gushed, "i'm sorry i was just caught up with work, that's all." you swore you could see his smile over the phone.

"well..." he trailed off, "can i come over? please, please, please?" he begged cutely. you were nervous to say yes considering that you still looked a mess from the shitty day you had, but you figured jake wouldn't care so you eventually agreed.

"i was hoping you'd say yes," jake chuckled, "i'll be there in a few." he said before hanging up the phone.

were you even ready to see him again?

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it began to settle in how nervous you were to see jake. you were trying your best to shake out the thoughts of that girl who basically told you to never look at jake again, and the fact that you fucked one of his friends without knowing it.

before you could let your mind run wild even more, your thoughts were interrupted by a ring.

you let out an annoyed sigh when you realized you had to leave your cozy blanket cavern to answer the chime of the doorbell. tossing the blanket off of yourself, you walked over to the door and opened it up.

even though you'd seen it, jake's new black hair still took you by surprise since you were so used to his blond, golden retriever-like hair. another thing that took you by surprise about his appearance was the fact that he was embracing his naturally wavy hair lately, which you liked quite a lot.

the first thing jake did upon entering your house was cupping your face in his big hands and giving you a soft kiss on the lips. "you looked stressed," jake said softly, justifying his actions. "a little bit," you admitted as you put your head on his chest, "i wanna lay down." you said with a muffled voice. "on your bed or the couch?" jake asked after scooping you up in his arms, which took you by surprise. "bed, please," you responded to which jake brought you over to your bed and gently placed you back on top of your cozy blanket.

you quickly curled up in the blanket again as jake dug through his designated clothing drawer to change into some comfy clothes. after he changed, he cozied himself next to you in bed.

"wanna talk about why you're stressed?" jake asked as if he knew that you were about to explode if you didn't get a few things off your chest. but you couldn't just tell him as if it was nothing. you couldn't just say 'well i feel guilty for sleeping with one of you're friends even though i had no idea he was your friend when i fucked him,' or 'i got verbally and physically assaulted by a girl while i was at work who's seemingly obsessed with you.'

it wasn't that simple.

so you just decided to spew some mild bullshit instead of fully telling him why you feel as if you're being eaten alive by your own thoughts.

"work was kinda crazy today," you said casually as if you didn't spend an unusual amount of time thinking about how you were going to respond to such a simple question, but at least your answer wasn't a complete lie. "my poor princess," jake pouted as he put his arm around you from behind, "do you want me to take some of that stress away?" jake asked with a small blanket of seduction in his tone.

you didn't think much before nodding your head in agreement. you knew you wanted him, but you just felt a little guilty having sex with him. but god, you really needed him at this point in time.

gently, jake sat you up before bending you over into a doggy-style position and placing a pillow underneath your stomach for extra comfort. jake had a way of being attentive toward unspoken things; he could tell you weren't in a mood to be all bent up in different positions, so he opted for just making sure you were comfortable while he fucked you.

this was another one of those times where you wished jake wasn't such a sweetheart to you.

being so lost in thought, you didn't notice that you were beginning to drift off to sleep in this comfy position jake put you in, which made jake chuckle at how cute you are.

"falling asleep on me?" jake questioned as he reached over to run his hands through your hair. "no!" you said with a sudden spark in your voice, "i promise i'm not, please fuck me." you begged with a whine. it never occurred to you how needy you were for jake until this very moment; literally pleading for him to fuck you.

"i'd never deny my princess of something she wants," jake chuckled sexily as he slipped your panties down with one of his hands and pulled down his sweats with the other. you arched your back for him, wanting him to hurry and fuck your wet pussy. jake noticed your nonverbal queue and smirked to himself, beginning to tease you by rubbing his veiny cock on your ass before toying with your clit with his tip.

eventually, he pushed his tip passed your entrance, making you let out a gasp at the way his tip stretched you out. "mmm, fuck," you moaned out through your bitten lip, surprising jake considering that he was barely inside you.

"feeling sensitive today, baby?" jake questioned sensually, "you're already moaning for me and it's just my tip." having him point it out made you slightly embarrassed. he could tell that you'd been sensitive when it came to sex the past few times you guys had fucked, which only made him want to fuck you even more.

"it already feels good," you moaned quietly as he continued to push his thick tip further into you. jake let his head fall back once he bottomed out, already feeling your wet walls tighten and pulse around him.

he gripped onto your hips as he began to thrust in and out of you. he didn't go too fast, but he didn't go too slow either; he went at a perfect pace, making his girthy tip poke at your g-spot with every long stroke.

"you're taking me so well, baby," jake praised you while kneading your ass and adoring your pretty body from behind, "is daddy making you feel good?" "so good, daddy," you whimpered again, loving the feeling of your ass bouncing against jake's hips, "w-wanna cum so bad."

hearing you say those words always made a switch go off in jake's brain, making him even more motivated to make you cum.

he pulled his soaking cock out of your pussy and slammed it back in, the pleasure traveling from your core down to your inner thighs. to speed up the process, you snaked your hand down to your clit and rubbed gentle circles around it while jake continued to pull himself out and roughly ram himself back in.

it didn't take long for you to start creaming on his cock, whining his name as you threw your ass back at him, fucking yourself on his arousal-soaked member. "daddy," you mewled out, "you make me feel so good."

he bent forward to plant a kiss on your shoulder, smiling to himself as he began to thrust in and out of you again. he watched you grab onto the blanket as you moaned from overstimulation. "aww, baby," jake cooed, "is it too much? do you want daddy to stop?" he asked, caressing your inner thighs. "please d-don't stop," you begged, "want daddy's cum first." jake smirked as he kneaded the soft flesh of your ass, already knowing that you didn't want him to stop until you were pumped full of his seed.

after getting clarification, jake began fucking you again, focusing on reaching his high so he could give you what you desired. "mmm, jakey, right there!" you unexpectedly moaned out loud as jake thrusted in and out of your overstimulated hole. "is daddy hitting your little spot again, hm?" jake cooed again as he kept pushing his thick cock deep into you. "m-mhm," you mewled shyly as you bit down on the bedsheets. "keep moaning my name like that and i won't be able to stop cumming inside you," jake said lowly as his thrusts grew sharper yet sloppier.

eventually, he unraveled, his warm cum filling you up just the way you liked it. jake let out a string of deep groans as he dug his nails into your hips, leaning forward to give you more kisses before finally pulling out.

the two of you shimmied back into your original cuddly position and got cozy again. 

“just a warning,” jake started with a light chuckle, “i’m not sure if i’ll have the same self control i had tonight later this weekend. let’s just say that the night the two of us are going to have after the guests leave the party is gonna be adventurous.” you let jake tilt your head to the side so he could kiss you, the two of you smiling into the kiss at the thought of that night until it hit you;

you’re definitely gonna see that guy again.

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you didn’t know if you should be excited because this would basically be your first time going to a ‘family function’ with jake or if you should be worried because it was basically written in stone that you were going to see the mystery man who you hooked up with who is apparently one of jake’s best friends. were you even allowed to have a good time at his little party when you were withholding such a big secret from him?

that basically summarized all the thoughts you were having the entirety of the time you were getting gussied up for his birthday gathering hosted by his parents at their huge manor. 

even the fact that you looked like a princess in the pink dress and faux fur shawl thingy that jake wanted you to wear couldn’t distract you from the likelihood of tonight turning out to be a disaster in terms of your relationship with jake. then again, maybe things were meant to fall apart this way; maybe this was how it would all end. it was supposedly a good thing that this situation may or may not drive a wedge between you and jake, considering how you experienced first-hand the consequences of mingling with the rich when you’re dirt compared to them, but why did it make your heart wrench hard enough to make you cry your small bit of makeup off?

another big kicker was the fact that he asked you to pack a bag because you two would most likely be staying the night at the manor. what did that mean in terms of your “relationship” with jake? his whole family is gonna be there and may assume that you guys are dating if you were staying the night there, and that was a whole other ordeal that you had to mentally deal with.

your thoughts hadn’t stopped eating away at you from the second you woke up to begin getting ready, and it was quickly becoming tiring. but still, you put on a bright and happy face once you heard the doorbell chime.

“happy birthday, handsome,” you greeted jake with a kiss on the lips upon opening the door. the birthday boy was clad in a pink satin button-up, that perfectly matched your dress, and dark trousers held up by an expensive-looking leather belt; he looked absolutely to-die-for, especially with his wavy black hair. everything about what he had going on with his look tonight was the move.

"you look so beautiful, y/n," jake said breathlessly as he adored the way you looked in your pretty pink dress, “it may be my birthday, but you’re gonna be the main event with how gorgeous you look.” jake’s comment, plus the fact that he said your name, instantly made you blush.

“don’t be cheesy,” you pouted as you tried to hide your face. “okay, okay,” jake chuckled as he picked up the large (designer) overnight bag you packed your clothes and essentials in, “shall we go?” you nodded, stepping out of your house and locking the door behind you.

things were about to get interesting.

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pulling into the obnoxiously long and large circular driveway of the manor was enough to make you feel so nervous that you were sick to your stomach, so what more when you actually got out of the car to go into the party?

jake could sense your tension and discomfort and decided to give you a kiss on the forehead to calm you down. 

“relax,” he smiled lightly, “i promise it’s not gonna be as bad as you think.” you gave him a sheepish smile before he got out of the car to open the passenger's-side door for you. 

the two of you began your walk from where jake parked his car all the way to the fancy entrance of the manor, the cold autumn wind brushing past you as you got closer and closer to the front door.

“ready?” jake asked, looking over at you before ringing the doorbell. you nodded, tightening your hold on his arm that was hooked around yours. jake reached out to press the doorbell button while your stomach churned nervously, hoping that the house was so big that it would take hours for someone to come and answer the door, but alas, the door opened sooner than you hoped. 

“ahh! our sweet birthday boy is here!” a female relative exclaimed with excitement before engulfing jake into a tight embrace to which he let out an “umph” in shock from how tight she seemed to squeeze him, “guys, c’mere! come say hello!” she motioned over to where the three of you stood. the sudden noise of small, pittering and pattering feet on the hardwood floors soon erupted, little kids running over from the play area to come greet jake. the kids crowded around him, hugging his lower body because that was all they could reach before jake crouched down to give each of them a squeeze. 

“you’re all growing up too fast,” jake pouted as he scooped one of his toddler-aged nieces up into his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek, “stay being babies longer, please.” the little kids smiled and giggled before going back to playing, jake still holding one of his nieces in his arms. 

seeing jake interact with little kids made your heart melt as your head filled with thoughts of how he would be such a caring father to his children in the future. you couldn’t help but hope in the back of your mind that you’d be the one he decided to have kids with, and you also couldn’t help but develop feelings of jealousy at the thought of him being with any other girl but you. but you had to remember what your role in jake’s life was: not a girlfriend, not a wife, not a lover; you were simply someone who he spoiled in exchange for sex. although your thoughts were quickly turning gloomy, you still plastered on a beautiful smile as you shyly greeted the members of his family who came up to the two of you.

“still doing okay?” jake asked you sweetly after he let go of his niece, letting her go back to playing with the other kids, “i know it’s a little overwhelming.” he let out a sheepish chuckle. "i'm okay," you responded with a smile, hooking your arm around jake's again, "still a bit nervous, though." a small pout formed on his face before he gave you a kiss on the cheek as a way of telling you it was gonna be alright.

you two began moving around the area again, greeting a new person every 0.5 seconds. you were beginning to cool down and get used to the heavy social interaction until jake began to lead you over to two specific people.

his parents.

"don't worry, y/n," jake calmed you down quietly, "i promise they'll be kind." that didn't stop your stomach from forming knots as the two of you got closer and closer to his parents. 

“mom! dad!” jake exclaimed happily once you guys were close enough to them. the family pulled each other into a group hug once jake’s brother noticed that jake had finally arrived. 

“happy birthday, my sweetheart,” jake’s mom gushed at her youngest son, “i’m so happy we’re finally all together in one place! it’s been so long, right?” jake’s mother asked, looking at jake’s brother and father to which they nodded. “i know, right? i’ve missed all of us being together.” jake let out a happy sigh as he looked at his family.

a tight-knit, happy family was such a foreign sight for you considering that your family consists of pieces of shit. it almost made you feel... jealous?

“guys, i’d like to finally introduce you to y/n,” jake beamed, the sudden introduction catching you off guard as you put a smile back on your face.

“hello,” you bowed, “it’s great to meet you all. your son, h-he’s a great guy. yes, and very generous as well.” you stuttered out awkwardly, still trying to keep your composure. “it’s great to meet you as well, y/n,” jake’s father warmly smiled back at you, “we’ve heard so much about you from jake whenever we’d all see each other.” you could see jake turning red from the corner of your eye as his brother teased him for getting shy, which you found sweet. “oh, really? i had no idea that jake talked about me to you guys,” you smiled shyly and sheepishly. “oh, of course! after all, he’s told me that you two spend a lot of time together; you must be quite close friends!”

yeah...

friends.

that word stung you to hear, especially from jake’s mother. 

“yes, very,” you responded, trying hard to keep smiling. 

“w-well, i’m gonna go greet more people, yeah? you and my mom can keep talking, y/n. get to know each other while i’m away for a bit, okay?” jake sputtered, clearly trying to remove himself from the awkward situation as he walked away with his dad and brother beside him, leaving you with his mother.

“oh, um,” you spoke up once jake was far away enough, “i-i just wanted to give my sincerest apologies for the u-um whole video scandal. i had no idea that it would happen, and i’m deeply sorry if it did damage to your reputation. i-i really didn’t mean any harm, and-”

“relax, sweety,” jake’s mom said softly as she comfortingly put her hand on your shoulder, “this type of stuff happens sometimes, and it was out of you and jake’s control. from what i’ve heard, you’re a kind girl, and i know that you didn’t mean any harm. don’t you worry about it anymore, alright?” 

the amount of relief that washed over your being felt unreal. this was very far from the reaction you expected. the entire sim family was so kind, again, something that felt so farfetched to you. 

in perfect timing, jake came back to you, wanting to introduce you to some more people. you waved goodbye to jake’s mother and went on your way.

“now you’ll get to formally meet my friends; i know halloween was a little awkward since they only stopped by for like 5 seconds,” jake chuckled as he put his arm around you waist, leading you to yet another part of the manor.

‘shit,’ you thought to yourself as you gulped. well, there isn’t anything you can do now. 

turning a corner before entering the area where his friends were was enough to make you pass out in pure anxiousness. before you knew it, there you were: face to face with his friends, the pale-skinned male immediately catching your attention once again. 

“ayy! there’s our birthday boy,” one of them cheered as he raised his glass of what you presumed was alcohol. “sup, guys,” jake said with a lower tone of voice than you were used to, “let’s get introductions out of the way so that you guys can get comfortable.”

the boys began to introduce themselves around the circular formation they were sat in. 

“hi, i’m jay.”

“heeseung.”

“hey, i’m sunghoon.”

finally. you knew his name. 

“i’m y/n, but i think you guys already knew,” you chuckled sheepishly, wanting so badly to jump out of one of the manor’s many windows.

“there’s usually more of us, but some of the guys couldn’t make it because of business related stuff. but see? now we can all chill together,” jake said with relief in his voice, “but... maybe later. i’ve still gotta walk around the manor until everyone decides to leave, you guys know how it is. here, y/n, just stay here and i’ll be back before you know it.” you felt your face turn cold at what he just said. 

stay? here? with this rando that you fucked who happened to be one of jake’s closest friends?!

in your state of panic, you didn’t even realize that jake had already walked away. 

awkward silence fell over the group of guys before the sunghoon guy opened his mouth. 

“so, when do you plan to tell him?” he instigated, your eyes widening as you looked at each of the guys individually in shock, “chill, these two already know.” he seemed so nonchalant about the whole situation, almost careless as if it wouldn’t possibly affect both of your relationships with jake. 

“don’t you think we should do it at the same time or something?” you asked, still shocked.

“i’m down if you are.”

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“guys, what?” jake asked as you all sat him down, you and sunghoon sitting next to each other across from jake.

you and sunghoon looked over at each other. “you say it,” sunghoon huffed, sounding a bit childish. “um, no, i think you should,” you raised an eyebrow at him with an argumentative tone. “no, you do it,” he argued back.

“well, somebody fucking do it,” jay sighed out deeply as he took another swig of alcohol. 

“okay fine!” sunghoon put his hands up, “we fucked.”

a wave of the most awkward blanket of silence fell over the group. 

“wait, what? how? when? ...why?” jake questioned all at once.

the two of you tried your best to recall that night and explain everything to jake even though that night was a blur to you at this point; it didn’t seem to be a blur to sunghoon, though, so you let him do most of the talking.

“so basically what you’re trying to tell me is y/n went to a sex club because she was feeling some type of way for whatever reason, and you just happened to be the dude she fucked?”

“yeah, i guess we could’ve just put it like that,” sunghoon shrugged nonchalantly while you sat stiffly. 

“hm... we’ll be back in a minute. y/n?" jake looked you straight in your eyes as he spoke and motioned for you to stand up.

jake didn’t speak a word to you as he lead you into the room that you two were staying in for the night.

at this point, there was no one to bother the two of you because everyone, including jake’s parents, cleared out of the house, you, jake, and his friends being the only ones staying in the manor for the night.

“jake? please say something...” you muttered quietly once jake closed the door behind him. 

“before we spend some time apart, i need to spend some time inside you.”

before you could take another breath, you were already on your knees before jake, listening to him undo his belt and pull his pants down in front of you as you watched his already hard member spring up. “c’mon, you know what to do,” jake said, impatient. 

slowly and shyly, you put your mouth around his hard cock as jake pulled on your hair. he gently thrusted his hips toward you, his cock passing deeper into your mouth while he groaned. 

he wanted to praise you, tell you how pretty you looked with his dick shoved in your mouth, gush about how cute and innocent you looked on your knees in your puffy pink dress, but the frustration and jealously building up inside him wouldn’t allow it. so for now, he’d just channel his jealousy into fucking you until the bedsheets pop off the corners of the bed.

after he was over you sucking him off, he pulled you off your knees and pushed you onto the bed then practically tore your clothes off. intending not to waste any time, jake positioned you against the headboard of the bed, quickly licked a stripe up your entrance, and put himself inside your already soaking pussy. 

the sudden feeling of pleasure in your core made you let out a loud moan as jake began to roughly thrust his hips into yours.

“fuck! f-feels so good, daddy,” you moaned out while subconsciously wrapping your legs around his waist. “i know,” jake growled, “no one could ever fuck you like i do.” you whimpered and nodded as you looked each other in the eyes. 

in a swift movement, you were suddenly pulled over to the edge of the bed, bent over and ready for jake to put his dick back inside you. jake pounded into you, making you grab onto the bedsheets for support as he blew your back out. 

“please don’t stop,” you whined out, your cum already running down your inner thighs, “f-feels so good.” jake chuckled sexily as he pulled you up against his chest. “i know how much you love when daddy pounds your g-spot,” jake taunted you as he slowed his thrusts, “i’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this; you’re mine.” jake growled lowly into you ear. “y-yours,” you mewled in response. “yeah, that’s right, my good girl,” jake smirked against the soft skin of your neck starting to fuck you again so that he could reach his high, which didn’t take long. in a matter of minutes, his cum was spilling into you as he groaned and reached over to grab his belt, spanking you with it and making you jump slightly at the feeling of the leather making harsh contact with your skin.

almost immediately after he was finished cumming inside you, he pulled out and wiped himself clean with tissues from the bedside table. you heard him put his bottoms back on along with his belt that he was just spanking you with a few short minutes ago. you looked back at him after climbing onto the bed and having a seat on your knees, watching him straighten out his shirt. 

“jake? w-where are you going? are you still upset? please say something...” you asked, your voice cracking. he looked over to you after straightening out his whole outfit in the mirror. “i’m gonna go downstairs and have more drinks with the guys,” he responded casually yet coldly, his body halfway out the door.

“and as for being mad, let’s put it like this:,” jake started “there are so many girls who’d kill to be in your situation right now, but i chose you. i don’t think you realize that even after all this time. let’s not fuck this up. i’m doing my part, so it’s up to you now. think about that for a little while, y/n.”

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a/n: hey gang, i hope you had a good holiday season :) i’m still running very behind on this series, but i hope you’re still enjoying it <3 i’ll be back in no time 

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Play For One Stream

Pairing: Streamer!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda tries to teach you how to play Stardew Valley for the first time on stream.

1K Words

/ masterlist / / w.n masterlist /

You were sitting in Wanda's lap. Your back to her front with your feet crisscrossed and propped up on her desk. Wanda had one of her arms wrapped your stomach while the other hand was on her mouse, setting her stream up.

"Why do they even want to watch me play? I suck." You asked curiously, dusting a bit of fluff off Wanda's pants.

"That's the point, Y/n." She laughed, whining when you hit her with a scoff.

"I better get some money out of this stream then. I'm being the main source of entertainment."

Wanda smiled and shook her head, "You're ridiculous, detka." You already got half of Wanda and Natasha's money from streaming because of your shared bank account with them.

You laughed, giving Wanda a quick kiss on her cheek, "Thanks, love,"

10 minutes later, Wanda started her stream. Immediately her fans began pouring in, and to be exact, over 699 people had joined in the first 5 minutes.

You sat shyly on her lap with now both of Wanda's arms wrapped around you. She had her head leaning on your shoulder so she could read her chat.

PenutButter19281: Damn, is the pretty girl on your lap single? What's her Insta.

You watched the way Wanda's facial features turned into a slight scowl. Wanda's hands quickly left your waist as she type out the ban command and banned PenutButter19281.

You suppressed a smile. You and Natasha would definitely tease her about how possessive she was over you later.

CaptainMarvel: Wands, reply to my fucking dm.

Wanda and Carol had been friends for 2 years now. They met at a comic con and clicked instantly. Carol streams as well but she's less consistent with her streams than Wanda.

Wanda laughed when she read Carol's message out loud. She had purposely been ignoring Carol, only reacting to her messages with the shit emoji. She loved riling Carol up for her own entertainment.

"Buy me that gun skin and I will."

CaptainMarvel: Fuck you, bitch.

Wanda grinned, blowing a kiss towards her camera.

She and Carol bought each other gun skins all the time. Half the time, they would log onto each other's account and just buy a skin without even asking for permission.

2 minutes after Carol's message, Wanda got an email saying the skin had been bought. Yet, she still didn't respond to Carol's message and instead started to start the stream fully.

"Okay, chat, so you've all been begging for Y/n to stream with me and I've finally decided that I'll have her play Stardew Valley." The Stardew Valley's menu screen popped on the screen. You thought the menu screen was cute.

Wanda clicked on load game and loaded up your world. She had already created your avatar prior to stream setting up. She knew you would take way too long with how indecisive you were. She thought it would be cute to make your avatar look like you so she did.

You kept looking over at Wanda's chat, you were curious on what they were saying.

BunnyCarrots: omg i love this game ur gonna have so much fun y/n!

Username8274: What's the bet Y/n is going to surprise Wanda with how good she is at video games.

RainbowSheep: Nah whats the bet y/n wont even know what keys to use to move

That last message wasn't entirely wrong.

You jumped slightly when Wanda grabbed your fingers, placing them on the right keys. She briefly explained how to play the game.

"So I can marry a woman in this game?" You asked excitedly, using your axe to chop down trees around your house.

Wanda laughed, "Is that the only thing you took out of my tutorial?"

Wanda's chat blew up with 'LMAO' and 'HAHAHA'.

"I'm gay, what do you expect?"

Wanda pouted and made fake tears pool in her eyes, "You would cheat on Natasha and me with pixels?" She made her voice sound broken and soft.

You smiled and kissed her nose softly.

"Obviously."

Wanda's mouth fell open in shock, she didn't expect that answer from you.

"Bitch." She muttered softly, jabbing her fingers into your stomach causing you to let out a high-pitched squeal.

After you planted all your seeds and watered them, you walked into the town.

Wanda took her time showing you all the villagers and explaining which ones you could marry. The villager, Haley, caught your attention immediately.

"I wanna marry Haley." You decided, running around her in circles.

Wanda raised a brow, "But she's mean."

You shrugged with a grin, "It's okay, being mean is hot sometimes."

Wanda shook her head with a laugh, "Sure, sweetheart."

You were seconds away from sleeping for the night and getting your first save but Wanda's PC switched off abruptly, making you lose the progress you had just made. The apartment lights turned off as well, leaving you and Wanda in a pitch-dark room.

"What happened?" You asked, slightly worried this was somehow your fault.

"No idea, baby." You felt Wanda shrug "Nat?!"

"There's a storm coming that knocked the power out!" Natasha called from the living room.

Both of you made a sound of understanding.

Wanda smacked your thighs lightly, "Get up, let's go watch a movie with Nat on her computer."

You stood up and let out a loud groan, "How can you guys play video games for this long without getting sore?" You asked, stretching your limbs out.

"Skill."

Wanda sprinted into the living room and jumped on top of Natasha. Wanda let out a demonic giggle when Natasha started to whine about how she lost the peaceful mood she was in.

You calmly sat down next to Natasha and rested your head on her shoulder.

Natasha grabbed onto your hips and dragged you onto her lap. She kissed your forehead with a smile. You loved whenever you got forehead kisses from her.

"Good stream?"

You wrapped your arms around her neck and buried your head into her shoulder, "Yeah, next time you should let me stream with the both of you.."

"We definitely should."

You grinned in excitement. Streaming with Wanda was fun but with both of your girls,' it would be even more fun and chaotic.