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There was a warm, fuzzy feeling in Sebastianâs chest when William so casually spoke about their love and how special it was, that he wished for everyone to have it. It was one of a kind â Sebastian had to agree. Grandma Lillian also found it really endearing â she definitely understood where her daughterâs love for her new sonâinâlaw came from. And in her opinion, someone so sweet and gentle suited Sebastian just right.
They all agreed to do crosswords â of course grandma Lillian brought some, not only for now but for Sebastian, just in case he got bored during the rest of his stay here. It was the most pleasant way to spend an otherwise boring evening in the hospital â together. Sebastian found himself looking at his grandma and William, who were just sitting there and discussing answers, writing words down. He could count himself very lucky, despite it all.
Grandma Lillian unfortunately had to go maybe 30 minutes later. Sebastianâs cousin Carter came to his room to go get her â he was fairly older than Sebastian, over forty, a dark haired guy with a thick beard. So he and William had a short encounter as well. Carter chatted briefly with Seb, they stayed around maybe 10 more minutes â Carter himself had had some errands to run in town and now that he was done, they were ready to drive back home. Grandma Lillian hugged Sebastian good bye at last â and William got a hug too, wishing them all the best. And then, they were gone and it was just the two of them once again.
Well, not for long anyway.
âCarter works for some big ass tech company. Donât even ask me for the name, I have no idea. We barely see each other at family gatherings as it is, simply because he travels for work so often and such⌠That heâs here can only mean heâs taking days off or somethingâ, Sebastian smiled and shrugged.
As they sat back together, Sebastian barely was able to grab Williamâs hand, suddenly the door opened once more. This time, a hospital bed rolled in. Two nurses pushed it and right behind a woman followed. That was the wife of that guy, Sebastian recognized her. And him too. He was babbling something, seemed like he was getting transferred from the recovery to the hospital room right now. And well, he was wide awake already. Even though his babbling wasnât completely coherent, heh.
âShh, other people are in here too. Yes, I got your magazine, itâs right hereâ, his wife scolded him a little and grabbed a chair, made sure all his things were on this little table near his bed. Sebastian grinned a bit, made eye contact with William. The married couple was occupied with themselves for now, so Sebastian just continued chatting with William too. âAnywayâŚthanks for coming today. I think grandma liked youâ, he smiled.
For I have sinned...
The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes.Â
William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principalâs voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times.Â
âAnd lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that Iâve been concerned we wonât be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.â the principal spoke. âBut Mr⌠Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes⌠about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?âÂ
William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.
âFather William! Excellent!â the principal exclaimed. âJust donât be late, the train arrives at noon.â
âTrainâŚ?â William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing somethingâŚ
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Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didnât refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?
So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.
After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.
The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them.Â
He was in for a bit surprise.
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Please more Trail's gone cold au I'm begging you I need it just pour out every thought in your brain I want to hear it
hgdhhfbd i mean, sure why not
everything plot related is in the main post, there's nothing else really to tell. but i could share random details that didn't really fit into the lore drop. again tho, it's a small au and mostly an exploration of the concept, so there's not a lot.
âď¸ gem and etho are siblings, i don't think it was mentioned anywhere? blood related and all that, they both have black hair, gem just dyes hers.
âď¸ behind the scenes reasons for the order of deaths. generally i picked these three to be the main cast because i suddenly realized pet crew were just dungeon master and his two winners, and that was too crazy of a concept to not do anything with? so, tango as the main guy and actual master of the dungeon had to die first, seeing how he's the cave's favorite. pearl as the main explorer and as the one to unlock all the secrets had to die second, because she had to return to the dungeon / the cave to find out the truth, and she conquered it but never actually got out. and etho had to survive, because he's the "proper" winner and the one who actually escaped the dungeon with treasures.
âď¸ lore reasons for the order of infection. tango you already know, but pearl and etho went in at the same time so in theory they had to start experiencing the effects together. but because etho was wearing a mask it did lessen the amount of sculk he inhaled, slowing down the process. wear masks kids!
and, well, you did say you wanted to hear every thought so. i really like the plot point of them leaving tango to die, so im gonna ramble a little about it. even just, the difference in their views on the situation is so satisfying to me. because tango had no idea something scary was happening to him! and for pearl and etho it was a life or death situation. and just-- they were talking about leaving tango and tango obviously, obviously, protested, because what the actual hell??? yes okay he's ill and a burden, but don't leave an ill guy to freeze to death in a cave, what is wrong with them????? or, okay, what is wrong with etho, pearl was against the idea. but, straight up tango did not plan for it to end this way, he had his whole life ahead of him and so many things ha still wanted to do! of course he cried when they left, what else was he supposed to do? thank etho for his awesome decision? be all cool and stoic and sacrifice himself? hell no, he didn't want to die, he never asked for this.
he did die tho, so. whomp whomp đş... i imagine he passed before pearl and etho even reached the stairs, so at least he didn't suffer for long. if he had a breakdown about being left alone he probably hyperventilated and inhaled like a ton more sculk, so that killed him even faster. must've sucked tho...
and then pearl, god, pearl.... she didn't encounter any dangers on the way back, since she wasn't trying to escape and the cave had no reason to be hostile towards her. but seeing how she was at the last stage before turning... she probably didn't get to tango before collapsing... not dying just yet, but too feverish and too weak to walk. but if tango was already back, he could very much go and find her. can you imagine the pure horror of drowning in your regrets as you slowly die and then having your supposedly already dead friend appear in front of you all cheery and oh so wrong. i dont know how much of tango is left in that thing, but the image of him sitting by pearl and holding her until she dies is so-- its haunting but it's sweet. and then there's still enough time to catch up with etho.
actually, gahhhh, all three pet povs are their own unique horror story and it's so good.
the horror of having to go through this terrifying experience, and then being the only survivor, knowing full well that the only reason you lived is because you left your friends to die, and there's no way of fixing it now.
the horror of everything falling apart around you because of miscommunication, and then the one time you decide to do it right you end up regretting every single decision and witnessing the direct result of your mistakes come for you.
the horror of being stupid... the horror of losing all control over your life and being betrayed in the moment of your most vulnerability, dying fully and utterly helpless.
this au is so sad but i love it so much...
okay wow that's enough for one post, ask more if you want tho!
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What if like Vi and the others (I canât spell their names) like tried to or kidnapped the reader to get Jinx to surrender! This is like during season 2 btw! I would prefer female reader but gender neutral is fine! Have a lovely day/night!
Sure! Have a lovely day as well!
Kidnapped
if you got kidnapped by anyone, itâs a given Jinx would go fucking crazy
I feel at first there was something knawing at her in the back of her head saying stuff like
âShe left you. Itâs your fault she left you. Sheâs thinks sheâs to good for you.â
Even if she is really, really secure in your relationship thereâs always something in her head saying that
She initially acted out as she had no fucking clue where you were and had no idea what happened to you so her mind is running wild
She is going fucking crazy looking for you bro, and Iâm talking scouring the lanes, and sheâs contemplating going topside as well
She either doesnt find out they have you until the Jinx vs Vi and Caitlyn be Sevika fight where they probably reveal they have you
Hey probably were trying to get her to surrender for your safety
Jinx was contemplating it, but she knew she would find a way to get you both out of there safely, and alive
But the other alternative where she finds out they have you, is probably when they started filling the lanes with The Grey and sheâs in the hideout from when yâall were kids
She was in the rafters, and she saw that red headed girl she didnât know the name of, with her hands on you and dragging you around like you werenât the most precious thing in her life
Vi knows how important you are to Jinx
You either were with them when everything went down in episode three, and knew Vi since childhood
Or you met her during act 2 and she saw visually how much you meant to jinx and how much she relied and clung to you in her absence
Either way, she knows just who you are, and your importance to her sister
If youâre childhood friends, Vi would feel guilty but she had to do it
When Jinx gets her hands on Vi during their fight in the first scenario, she is going harder and she is more pissed
She doesnât wanna kill her sister, she just wants her to feel the pain Vi purposely made her feel by taking you away
If she found out by scenario 2, she probably found some way to come out of hiding and get you out of there and probably fuck them up or just sneak you out of there with her and Sevikas arms
But when she does have you back, she is CLINGING to you and unwilling to let you go
She does not let you out of her sight because she is so scared that you will be taken away
Sheâs always been scared of being abandoned, now sheâs worrying about you being forcibly taken away
Sheâs afraid youâll be taken some place where she cannot find you and cannot save you
It takes a long time for her to calm down and let you go places alone again
Her relationship with Vi was already rocky, but this solidified how far gone their relationship was and how unfixable it is
If Vi was willing to take away the one person who makes her happy and keeps her grounded, what was the point of reconnecting? What was the point of reconciliation?
It also motivates her to take out Caitlyn. She wants Vi to feel the pain that she caused her
#arcane x reader#arcane#jinx arcane#arcane jinx#jinx x reader#vi arcane#arcane jinx x reader#arcane reader#arcane imagines#arcane headcanon
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In Control (18+ g!p)
Synopsis: After Jessie leaves you high and dry one morning before training, you decide to take matters into your own hands when she returns home late that evening.
Warnings: SMUT (18+), g!p smut, simulated sex (think dry humping without clothes đ), oral sex (r giving), delayed orgasm/edging, lots of grinding, sort of ruined orgasm, dirty talk, slight dom/sub dynamic, overstimulation,
WC: 4.4k
A/N: hi, I know g!p isnât everyoneâs thing, but I had this idea and couldnât get it out of my brain so I needed to write it. I also promise Iâve got some non-g!p smut in the works as well as some non-smut stuff. Iâve just had to take a bit of a break to deal with some real life things and take time after the election to compose myself and take some time to care for myself. I promise other stuff is slowly being worked on, this is just what was the most completed.
âBabe, donât!â You scolded Jessie as she lay behind you, subtly grinding the hard on she had woken up with into your ass.
âDonât what?â Her voice, still deep with sleep
âYou know what youâre doing, youâre going to get me all worked up, then leave me high and dry when your alarm goes off in,â you lean over to look at the clock, â8 minutes, and then you get to go work off steam at practice while Iâm stuck here without you!â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â She whispered, before placing an open mouth kiss on the side of your neck, her arms slowly wrapping around your midsection. Her fingers draw lines across your stomach and begin to trail up to your chest as she continues gently grinding herself into you. It takes everything in you to not roll your hips back, you couldnât give her the satisfaction of knowing she already had you worked up.
As you predicted, Jessieâs alarm rang out just a few moments later and suddenly her hands were gone and the bed behind you was empty as Jessie moved into the bathroom to get ready. When she came back out in a shirt and shorts you couldnât help but notice the still prominent bulge she had.
âYou didnât take care of yourself in there?â You say, still eyes her up.
Shaking her head Jessie smiled at you, âIâm saving it for you, plus itâll go away in a minute or two once Iâm thinking about training and not my sexy girlfriend.â
âGo then, but give me a kiss first.â You reach a hand out in her direction.
âI love you.â She says as she walks over to where you remained in bed.
âI love you.â Your lips meet in a quick kiss. âYou better be ready to go when you get home, none of this Iâm too tired from training shit. Youâve fucked me after playing 90 and then going to after parties, you can handle it after a training session.â You smile up at her, giving her a quick wink, making sure she knew you were teasing.
âI promise, Iâll make it worth the wait, Iâll have you screaming my name baby.â She responded with a cocky tone, letting her hand trail down your sternum before placing one final kiss on your lips. âWeâre done at 1:30, Iâll be leaving there around 2:30 at the latest, I promise. 3 oâclock Iâm all yours.â
You sighed heavily as you checked the time again. 2:30 came and went, no text from Jessie that sheâd be home soon, then it was 2:45 still no word from her, and then it was 3:00. You had gotten yourself all ready 30 minutes before Jessie was supposed to be home And here she was, late.
You had gone into the closet, finding the small shopping bag you had purchased the other day. Inside of it a tight, dark blue lacy bra with a matching thong to go with it. You had put both on, then perched yourself on your bed in anticipation for Jessieâs return home, waiting for her to come and follow through on her promise to have you screaming her name.
You were annoyed at first, Jessie never blew you off. She was a terrible texted but she kept you updated on where she was, when sheâd be home. This was unusual behavior, you were worried about her, maybe something happened, maybe she had gotten injured. Your early stages of spiraling were put to rest when Jessie finally returned your messages at 3:21.
Jessie âşď¸: Iâm so sorry, I got caught up in some impromptu press stuff I didnât know about, Iâll be home soon.
Slightly frustrated with her, you decide to get your revenge. Smirking to yourself you open your phone's camera before sliding your hand to the waistband of your thong. You move your hand down between your legs, taking a moment to touch yourself before deciding to take a photo. It wasnât overly explicit, just showing your hand between your legs and a teasing glimpse of the blue lace, but it would get the idea into Jessieâs head.
You: I was told Iâd be getting pleased by 3, just didnât know Iâd have to do it myself.
You watch as the message goes from delivered to read. You watch as she types for a moment, then stop, no message ever being delivered. You roll your eyes, losing your phone before lying back, letting your fingers mindlessly play with your core, not really trying to get yourself off but more just enjoying the feeling.
You heard the jingle of her keys and the door shut followed by quick footsteps and the bedroom door swinging open not long after. Jessie stood in the doorway still wearing her training kit. Her eyes fall to where your hand was still inside the lacy fabric.
âOh wow.â
âNice of you to show up.â You say firmly at her, sitting yourself up on your elbows, taking your fingers away from where they had been on your clit.
âI know, Iâm so sorry, we just had media stuff that no one told us about.â As Jessie begins her frustrated rant regarding having to participate in media and the lack of warning your eyes canât help but wander down her body to the slightly obvious tent of her training shorts.
âI just wish theyâd given us a heads up, that wouldâve been nice, but no, they made us all train and then shower and then we had to get back into clean training kits and pretend we were training again for photos.â Jessie continues on rambling.
Deciding you had heard enough you push yourself up from the bed and walk over to her. She continues talking, eyes now closed in frustration, complaining about her day until she feels your hand fall between her legs, cupping the noticeable arousal. Her eyes immediately open, falling to where your hand rested.
âShould we do something about this?â You look at her, giving a gentle squeeze to her bulge. She nods and you reach for her neck with your free hand, pulling her in hard to kiss you. Her body pressed into yours, letting her covered bulge grind against you. âHang on Jess.â You manage to clear your mind enough to push her away gently. She steps back, her eyes trailing over your nearly naked body, drinking you in with her eyes.
âGod Iâm so lucky.â She mumbles to herself. You feel shy and yet confident under her gaze, knowing you could make her like this felt good.
âLay down.â You say nodding at the bed. Jessie questions you with a glance. You throw your hands up. âJust do it, let me put on a show for you.â Running your hands over the lace of the bra you try to sell the lie you were telling her. You knew if you told her what you were about to do, sheâd be stubborn. Promising a show would get her on the bed easily.
As you expected she quickly climbs on the bed situating herself in the middle. You follow her, making your way towards where she laid. Jessie sits up one hand out to reach for you, instead your hands find her shoulders and you gently push her down, putting her on her back before climbing to sit on her thighs.
âHey that was mean.â
âSo was telling me that you'd be mine at 3, and then not getting home until nearly 4.â
âI know, but babe I had media.â She tried to defend herself. You knew deep down it wasnât her fault, but she couldâve at least texted.
âShhh.â You put a finger to her lips. âNo excuses, right?â You nod encouragingly down at her, until her own head mirrors the nod. You lean down kissing her hard, starting to slowly grind yourself down onto Jessieâs thighs. âNow,â you pause, âdo you think you deserve a show?â
Jessie just looks at you, her eyes jumping around your face, unsure of how to answer, so she doesnât. She continues to stare, her mouth opening every few seconds as if sheâs going to answer before she closes it again.
âI donât think you do. Had you been on time, I wouldâve given you a show, I wouldâve let you put your hands all over me, I wouldâve let you pull these off of me, or maybe I wouldâve let you decide if you wanted to fuck me while I was still wearing them. But you were late, and I had to start by myself.â
Jessie sighs, âLet me make it up to you, let me show you Iâm sorry.â Her hands come to rest on your thighs, letting them creep up toward your core.
âNo, keep your hands to yourself.â You say with a glare before moving off her thighs. You bring your hands lower, one cupping the obvious tent in her shorts. Giving it a quick squeeze, Jessie bucks her hips slightly.
You slowly draw down her shorts, making sure to tease her, taking your time getting the waistband past her erection, letting the fabric drag slowly over her cock. You then repeat the same tantalizing process with her tight compression boxers, finally letting her length spring free. You admire it for a second, giving it your full attention knowing it made Jessie feel shy but you wanted to truly appreciate her, all of her. âIs that all for me? Did I get you this hard?â You cock an eyebrow, looking up at her from where you sat between her legs.
Jessie nods in your direction, her eyes looking between her own arousal and your face.
âTell me baby.â You encourage her.
âYou make me so hard.â
âGood girl.â You praise her, causing her breath to hitch slightly at the words and her erection to bounce as her muscles clench In reaction to your words.
âYou know I was thinking about this,â Your hand wraps around the base of her cock, âwhen I was touching myself. I was thinking about how well you fuck me, how wet I get for you, thinking about you, all of you, your fingers and your tongue and especially your cock.â
Jessie takes a deep breath, blinking quickly a few times, you can tell sheâs trying to compose herself the way her hands fist the bedsheets before relaxing.
âYou mustâve had some dirty thoughts of your own, the way you walked in the door already hard. What were you thinking about baby?â
âYou.â Jessie tries to thrust her hips into your hand slightly, causing you to take your hand away from her.
âTell me more.â
âI was thinking about that dirty little photo you sent me. I was thinking about fucking you.â You nod encouragingly as she speaks, bringing your hand back to her, running your fingers down her length. Her words stops and you once again take away your hand.
âMore.â You say looking up at her.
She nods, looking to the ceiling for a moment. âI was thinking about, how sexy you are, how good you feel around me,â Jessieâs words fill the air, you bring your mouth to the tip of her cock, your tongue grazing over the head, cleaning the precum that was leaking from the tip. When Jessieâs voice stops you pull your head back and look up to see her eyes blown wide and mouth slightly ajar.
âYou stop talking, I stop too.â
âYour pussy, I was thinking about your pussy, how tight you feel, how youâre made for me.â As she speaks you take the head of her length into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around it, pleased with yourself when she stumbles over her words. âI was thinking about how I want to be deep inside of you, making you scream my name.â
Rewarding her you take her length into your mouth until the tip hits the back of your throat, before pulling off and watching in amusement as she thrusts into the air, wanting your mouth back. âI donât think you deserve to be in my mouth, and you certainly donât deserve to be in my pussy.â Jessie just lets out another sigh as she looks up at you with a silent beg.
Your hand strokes Jessieâs length once, spreading your saliva along it before your hand comes to hold it for a moment. Slowly you push her cock down, the tip coming to rest on her stomach just below her bellybutton. You hold it flat against her stomach and begin to adjust yourself. You move upward, off her thighs to hover over her hips, your core just inches away from where you knew she wanted it.
Smirking down at her you pull your panties to the side and lower yourself onto her. You raised an eyebrow as you gave a tentative grind yourself along Jessieâs length, watching her for any signs of discomfort. The stuttered breath from Jessie gave you all the information you needed to know, she was enjoying this as well.
You repeat your motion, letting the slick of your arousal coat the underside of her cock. Looking up from where the head of her cock was starting to leak onto her stomach you find Jessieâs face mesmerized as she watched you grind on her. âGuess youâre getting a show after all.â You say smugly, her eyes pulling away and coming up to meet yours. âLike what you see?â
A smile creeps onto Jessieâs face as she nods. âYeah, you look fucking gorgeous.â
âWould this make it better?â You say as you reach a hand behind your back, removing the clasp on your bra and letting the material slide down your shoulders slightly. You remove the bra, tossing it to the side and you swear you can feel Jessieâs cock twitch against you. Her hands start to move upward before you move your own hands to cover your chest. âItâs just a show, no touching, if you had been on time you couldâve touched me in any way you wanted.â Standing up quickly, despite Jessieâs whine as the loss of contact, you strip off the panties you had already soaked, dropping them on the floor before climbing back onto the bed and settling yourself on Jessieâs cock.
Feeling smug at the way Jessie lets out a small huff of frustration, you rock back and forth again, this time making sure to grind your clit against her head, knowing thatâs where she was most sensitive. âFuck.â Jessieâs hands grip your thighs, her nails digging in slightly. You feel her arms tense as they try to encourage your grinding motion.
Fed up with her, you grab her wrists, pulling them from your thighs, noticing the way your skin flashes white before returning pink from how hard she had been gripping you. You lace your fingers with hers before leaning forward, pinning her arms above her head. âWhat did I say? No touching. Youâre not in charge anymore, you lost that privilege when you were late.â You watch as Jessieâs eyes widen in what appears to be shock, you werenât normally one to be dominant in the bedroom, that was usually her role. You felt uneasy for a moment watching her reaction, worried youâd made her uncomfortable, but she just looked up at you before swallowing hard and nodding.
âPlease.â She let out what would be an otherwise embarrassing whine, but you knew she didnât care. You could feel the way her body tensed under yours, her hands clenching into fists. You just smile and shake your head down at her.
She could flip the two of you easily, you both knew it. She was stronger, even in her compromised position she had leg, core, and arm strength that yours couldnât match. While she could overpower you, Jessie also knew this was a punishment, she had gotten held up at work and failed to tell you, so while she could flip you, easily have her way with you, she remained flat on the bed, looking up helplessly at you.
âBabe, please, Iâm so sorry.â
âHmmm.â You pretend to ponder the choices, knowing fully that you werenât going to let her get her way just yet. âNo, I donât think youâve learned your lesson yet.â
âI have, babe Iâll never do it again.â You can feel her starting to squirm more beneath you. âLet me show you how sorry I am, let me make you feel good.â
âIâm feeling plenty good. I think itâs you whoâs a little worked up.â You lean down putting your mouth to her ear. âI think you just want to be in my tight pussy.â You whisper, punctuating your sentence by grazing your teeth along her ear.
âI- âfuck, I do, I want to be inside you, but I want to make you feel good.â
âLike I said, Iâm feeling plenty good.â You emphasize your words with a roll of your hips, watching as Jessieâs mouth falls open and she briefly closes her eyes. Taking her silence as acceptance of her punishment, you continue grinding yourself along her, enjoying the way her face contorts trying to hide how good you were making her feel.
You start to notice how Jessieâs breathing picks up, going from long, deep breaths trying to compose herself, to quicker, less even breathing. It doesnât take long before Jessie speaks up again. âFuck, babe, Iâm gonna cum soon if you donât stop.â
âYeah?â You let your hips stall for a moment and watch as Jessie instantly relaxes below you, taking in a slow deep breath.
âYeah, youâve got me so close.â
âGood.â You smirk down at her as you begin moving your hips, you watch as frustration flushes through Jessieâs face before being replaced with pleasure as you grind yourself onto the head of her cock. Her eyes begin to roll back before she quickly shuts her eyes, letting out a strained grunt.
âFuck.â She mutters, head thrown back slightly. âFuck, babe.â She sends you a glare, an expression of annoyance across her face. âSeriously. Iâm going to cum.â
âThen do it.â You shrug your shoulders.
âNo.â Jessie shakes her head against the pillow, her eyes pinched shut, âNot yet, I want to cum inside you.â You almost laugh at her expression. You hardly ever got to see Jessie like this, putty in your hands,
âIf you wanted to cum inside me maybe you wouldâve come home on time.â You couldnât help but feel proud of yourself as you watched your usually in control, level headed, calm girlfriend fall apart beneath you. âThen you couldâve been so deep inside me, any position you wouldâve wanted, let you manhandle me, use me, I wouldâve let you cum in me. But you were late.â
She shuts her mouth, lips tight, she squints at you, not saying a word.
âOh, are you upset baby?â You tease her. Putting both of her wrists in one hand you grab her chin with the other, making her look at you. She glares up at you, still not speaking. âOkay well how about I give you options? Would you like that?â
Jessie keeps her glare for a moment before giving in and nodding.
âOkay, well you can either cum now just like this,â you gesture downward to where her cock still remained nestled between your lips. âOr, you donât cum at all, Iâll climb off, leave you here, and use one of our toys to finish the job. What would you prefer?â You notice the degrading tone youâre using toward her, but you also donât care.
She doesnât give you an answer right away, to tease her you start to shift your weight as if youâre going to stand up. âLike this.â She finally mutters.
âGood choice.â You sit back down with a grin, returning to your previous motion, making sure to focus your attention on the head of her cock. Itâs only a few minutes later that Jessie starts to quietly whine.
You know itâs coming, you can tell by her facial expressions, the way she scrunches her nose and her eyebrows pinch together. Her chest begins to heave. You finally release her hands, realizing just how hard she was straining against you, they immediately grab your hips as you allow her to aid your grinding motion as she ever so slightly thrusts her hips. The way her eyes get wide as if giving you one last plea to be inside of you before slamming shut, her lips falling apart as a deep groan from her fills the air.
Pausing your own thrusts you watch as her hips thrust roughly twice before stalling, the head of her cock nestled between your lips. You can feel her tense up below you. A whisper of profanities comes from her mouth. Her hands tighten on your thighs, her nails indenting your skin, her thighs and core clenched and she holds her breath as she begins to cum, traces being shot over her own chest. A whine full of pleasure mixed with frustration escapes her body as you feel her length twitch beneath you.
âNow that you got yours, I want mine.â You say starting to grind yourself on her again. You knew you had to be quick, using her length while it was still hard you moved yourself faster, grinding yourself harder. Jessie gasps as you begin to pleasure yourself once again, using her overly stimulated cock.
âOh fuck, this is so good Jess.â Feeling yourself get closer to the edge you no longer care that sheâs touching you, not enough self control to slow your impending orgasm.
âFuck, fuck,â Jessie groans beneath you, her eyes are still closed as she tries to keep her composure long enough to help you get your orgasm. she bites her lip hard stuck between the immense pleasure and overstimulation she was experiencing. âToo much.â She whines as you speed up your hips, your hands flat on her chest using her for leverage.
âYou can take it. Iâm almost there Jess.â You knew if she needed you to stop sheâd tell you, you also knew sheâd do anything to get you your pleasure. Her hands kneaded at your thighs as she tried to hold herself together long enough to help you. She nodded, adding in a thrust with her hips, aiding in the stimulation on your clit.
âRight there, fuck.â You can feel your thighs beginning to tremble on either side of Jessieâs waist as your orgasm creeps closer. Your hands leave her chest and move to your own, letting your fingertips graze over your sensitive nipples. You did it knowing it would give you the tiny bit of sensation you needed to get over the edge but also because you knew it drove Jessie crazy.
As you expected, her mouth falls open in awe watching you. You catch her eyes for one moment before your own close as you throw your head back, your orgasm crashing down. The feeling of release radiates from your core across the rest of your body causing you to tense, stalling your hips momentarily. You jerk your hips against Jessie a few times, working yourself through your orgasm, before collapsing forward. A small sigh leaves your lips as your head comes to rest in the crook of her neck as you wind down. Your breathing is quick and shallow against her skin.
You allow yourself only a minute to recover before pushing yourself up from where you lay on her chest. âI love you, donât be late next time.â You smirked as you rolled over, still spent from your own orgasm you lay for just a second before quickly getting up. âIâm going to shower.â You look back for a second admiring your girlfriend, her chest covered in her cum, her now softening cock still resting up on her stomach, covered in your own arousal, she looked beautifully spent.
Jessie laid on the bed still, nearly frozen in place, unable to comprehend the past hour. A feeling of overstimulation was still lingering between her thighs but also so was a strong desire to go again. She couldnât believe the way you took control, the way you held your own against her. She was so used to you crumbling under her touch, falling into submission quickly, but you hadnât this time. You took control, you had pushed her down on the bed, you had your way with her, you made her submissive. What was confusing Jessieâs mind the most was how much she had liked it.
Laying back, thinking of how you had pinned her hands above her head, how you had her begging for you, how hot you looked using her body to get yourself off. She was in awe, speechless, dumbfounded and overall she was aroused. She looked down, seeing the remnants of her previous orgasm across her stomach and chest, as well as her cock that was beginning to rise again. She needed you.
You waited in the bathroom for a moment, shower running, waiting for your girlfriend to join you. When she didnât and you didnât hear her move, you wandered back into the bedroom, still seeing Jessie laid on her back. âAre you joining me, or should I shower by myself, oh!â You stop your question noticing the hard on Jessie was displaying.
Her hands immediately move downward to conceal herself as a smirk grows on your face. âReady to go again already?â
You watch as the expression on Jessieâs face turns to one you know all too well. Gone was the shy, sweet, submissive side of your girlfriend, her face now firm stared back at you. She was about to get her revenge.
She moved off the bed and toward you, her hand grabbing your chin and pulling it to look at her. âGet in the shower. Seems like someone needs a reminder of whoâs in charge around here, and I think weâll start with you cleaning me up with that smart little tongue of yours.â
#jessie fleming#jflem#jessie fleming x reader#jessie fleming imagine#woso x reader#woso imagine#canwnt x reader#woso smut
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mdni <3 youâre here pt 2
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~ in which Ellie breaks up with you and you go a little crazy ~
ex! ellie williams x fem! reader , abby anderson x fem! reader
college au!
warnings: angst, break up, cheating!!, cursing, toxic behavior, smut in future chapters, sexual themes<3 feminine and girly reader ,not proof read!!
You watched as Ellie stuffed her duffel bag with all her clothes out of your shared closet, at least youâd have more space for new clothes, youâll definitely do some online shopping later to cheer yourself up.
Youâve stopped crying at this point, you decided that Ellieâs not worth your tears right now she doesnât deserve to see you in this state, you wonât let her have it. Instead you wiped your heavy tears away and tried to stay calm ⌠at least until she left.
Ellie shifted from her kneeling position as she finished packing her things up, she was ready to leave. She tried to get close to you one last time, a poor attempt to initiate a hug which you declined with taking a step back. What the fuck was that?? you thought, she couldnât stop making this more awkward than it already was.
âI just want you to know that.. i want to try to be friends i canât throw away everything we went through and i hope you feel the same way..maybe not now but one day â
Her voice broke mid sentence, but you wanted to laugh in her face. You just threw away everything we had you asshole is what you wanted to say but you bit your tongue.
You wanted to scream at her
i did everything for you! I did everything to make you happy, i gave you my all and you did fucking nothing! Why couldnât you end things sooner huh? Fucking coward all you did was waste my time and efforts Ellie, fuck i hope youâre happy fucking Dina every night just like you did on your little studying sessions.
âi know you probably hate me and iâm really sorry i justâŚfuck i fell in love with her you know? I didnât meant to i swear i-â
She went on and on with her rambling, stopping when she noticed you werenât listening to her bullshit anymore. All she said was that Dina was better than you, you got it like 20 minutes ago fuck.
âGoodbye Ellieâ
at this point you pushed her out of the doorframe, she pleaded you to let her say goodbye properly whatever the fuck that means. You didnât wanna find out. Ellie was still so immature in the head..poor girl will never know what she wants. Yeah that was probably it you tried to make sense of the situation but it was just stupid. It wasnât your fault that she couldnât love you the way you deserved, it wasnât your fault that she needed to ruin what youâve built for some short term fun.. you were her first kiss, her first time, her first love her first everything.
You guess her thirst for new experiences won against years of loving each other.
You remembered meeting Ellie when you were little, sheâd always get into fights with kids that were mean to you on the playground. She was your hero and you believe that you loved her from the very beginning. Sheâd talk your ear off about space, dinosaurs and how she wanted to become an astronaut when she grows up and you believed in her, you always did.
The day before she asked you to be her girlfriend, Ellie introduced you to her Father, Joel. It was such a beautiful day you got along so well and he absolutely loved you. You were convinced that you were going to marry Ellie one dayâŚhow wrong you were.
Once Ellie was accepted into college you were the first one to know but Ellie.. Seattle is so far away.. you were so happy for her but you werenât made for a long distance relationship. I know but.. i want to get into Aerospace engineering and itâs the best place for that babe.. come with me? Please?
just like that you applied for your dream major and got accepted in no time. You wished things wouldâve gone differently..
You shrugged off the memories that were floating in your head as you plopped on your king sized bed, face down on your fluffy pillows. You groaned loudly and forced yourself up against the bed frame, grabbing your phone you left on the nightstand.
Mindlessly scrolling through instagram you stumbled across a picture of her.
It was a mirror selfie in a free weights section of some gym..she was in a tight competition shirt and grey sweats, boxers peeking out just a tiny bit as she flexed her big beefy arms..god you could almost count the muscles on her stomach.
Her blonde locks were tied in a loose braid, little strands framing her freckled face..okay thatâs enough you thought as you clicked on her profile taking in every picture her hands are so big you bit your lip and rubbed your thighs together without even noticing has Abby Anderson always been this hot??
Of course she has..straight A student biology major scholarship basketball team captain daughter of one of the greatest neurosurgeons in the state Abby Anderson
Ellie never told you about her feud with her..she just told you to stay away from her at all costs. Babe it doesnât matter just ignore her trust me sheâs no good..i fucking hate her guts is what you recall her saying after Abby greeted you in the hallway like one time.
Lost in your thoughts you didnât notice that you accidentally liked one of her newest stories oh no no no fuck!! you panicked and threw your phone on your bed far away from you.
ding!
ding!
ding!
please be Ellie you prayed to god that it was Ellie hoping she left something important behind but you were wrong.. maybe you should just end it all nowâŚ
after contemplating your entire life for about 5 minutes you dared to click on Abbyâs messages
hey doll
heard about your breakup.. Ellieâs a dick anyway lol
want me to cheer you up?
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#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson#angst#breakup#cheating
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"psych ward patient"!simon riley x psych ward patient!reader, or in which you try to hold onto someone despite how the floor beneath you crumbles.
cw | an abusive nurse (what the nurse does though is not described)
You glanced across the dining hall, your focus on someone who you have noticed before but never had the courage to talk to. You heard the rumors about him. About him being someone from the military, though others say he made the whole thing up.
You don't know how long you've been staring until he is staring right back, seemingly being able to feel your gaze. And instead of doing the "normal" thing and looking away, you continue your unabashed staring.
He wore a sort of mask, your nurse telling you that it was called a balaclava. You asked if you could get one too, but she merely glared at you which shut you up quickly. Your nurse was mean, so you tried to get on her good side as soon as possible and as often too.
It wasn't until you saw him get up from his table (plate of food in hand) and walk towards you did you break out of your thoughts. And, in silence, he had plopped down in front of you in the empty seat.
You continued to stare before deciding to finally open your mouth.
"I like your balaclava!"
Your voice echoed a bit. More than you intended it to.
He grunted out a thank you before turning his attention back to his food, a free hand rising up to pull at the fabric so his mouth was free.
You were quick to notice a scared.
"Wot got you starin' so hard?"
His accent was the first thing to hit you. You wondered where he was from.
"I thought you were pretty."
"Pretty," he parrots, almost like a scoff.
"Mm, when you first got here and weren't allowed the mask. Thought you were pretty. Wanted to tell you, but didn't know how."
He studied you for a moment. His analytical eyes making you feel just a tad bit too self conscious. It felt like he could see everything for what you are... and for what you weren't.
"Your voice is pretty too," you suddenly said.
That was another thing about you. In tense situations and in one's where it was getting suffocating or awkward, you would blurt out whatever you were thinking. A terrible habbit. But you hate being stared at despite staring at others so often yourself.
Just as he was about to say something, your nurse came to retrieve you. Her glare telling you everything you needed to know.
"You. Up."
She barked out those words as if commanding a dog. You could never handle it when someone was yelling at you. Your body always seemed to shut down the moment someone raises their voice at you.
And when you didn't budge, a guard came up to you and grabbed a strong hold onto your wrist to drag you along. Your food long forgotten as the nurse let out an angered huff and quickly followed after.
Simon was left to his questions before someone else sat next to him, "shame, guess she got caught again."
"Caught for wot?"
The new patient who sat next to Simon gave him a sad smile, "that lady nurse is super strict. It's not fun at all in her unit. Doesn't even let patients keep personal items. y/n, though, likes to read, and y/n always gets into trouble when the nurse finds a book in their room. Takes out her anger on y/n, too."
Simon looked to the doors that you, the guard, and the nurse disappeared behind.
"Best not to follow. It'll be over soon."
And true to the patients words, you came back. A little shaken and scared then before. Arms hugging close to your body and legs quivering like a newborn deer. And the quiver didn't do much to hide the slight limp.
Simon wasn't an idiot. He already knew what happened behind closed doors.
"Oh? Still here? Though you would go back to your original table," you said with such a timid voice than from before. It made something within him ache.
"D' you want me t' go back t' my own table?"
You shook your, "no, no! Please...please stay for a while longer?"
Simon nodded, his food already gone and his mask already situated back into place, and stayed.
Originally, he was here for an undercover mission. His target still far from reach.
"No one will even know you don't belong!"
Johnny that bastard.
What Simon didn't expect was to meet you. Well, see you from a distance and be hyper aware of your stare of him the moment he got here. Truth be told, he thought you were with the target. The two of you working together in the safety confines of the psych ward.
Though, the more he silently observed, the more obvious it became that you were just a patient. An innocent little thing being tortured by the ones who claim to be helping.
So maybe after this shitshow of a mission is over, he can take you with him. Maybe even take care of that nurse for you, too.
#cod#call of duty#cod simon ghost riley#simon x reader#ghost simon riley#simon riley#simon riley x reader#cod simon riley#simon riley cod#simon riley x you#simon riley x y/n
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this is gonna make me sob into my pillow but #2 angst thingy with pedri đŁđŁđŁđŁđŁđŁđŁđŁ
Peace â Pedri GonzĂĄlez.
Pairing: Pedri GonzĂĄlez x Fem!Reader
Summary: Breaking up after a a three year long relationship had hurt you tremendously, but when Pedri had texted you that he got injured and wanted you to come to the hospital⌠well you couldnât say no.
Word count: 1.47k+
Disclaimer/s: Based off the prompt âHold me, please?â , angst to comfort / fluff.
A/N: hi im on an angst kick donât expect much happiness coming out of beaâs blog.
You reread and reread Pedriâs text. Over and over and.. you get the gist. You couldnât help the pity that built in your heart, but you also couldnât help the anger that arose along with it.
It had only been a week, for Godâs sake. Youâd broken up a week ago and the wound was still fresh. Angry thoughts clouded your mind the whole drive to the hospital, all the way up the elevator, to the door, but the second it opened and your eyes landed on the man you had folded.
Every rage filled feeling disappeared, replaced by the overwhelming urge to comfort him. You hold back, cautiously poking your head through the door. âUh, can I come in?â
At one side of the bed was Pedriâs mother, only furthering to the awkwardness of it all. Seeing your ex and his mother a week after youâd broken up was not something you imagined happening, yet, here you were.
MarĂa stood, her eyes darting between her son and the woman sheâd grown to adore so dearly. She had to fight the smirk threatening her lips when she saw the tension in her sonâs shoulders depleting.
âIâm going to the cafeteria to find your father.â She says, patting Pedriâs head, âitâs nice to see you again.â She offers you a kind smile before rushing out of the room.
âYou too..â You begin, but she was already long gone. Left alone in the depressing hospital room, you find your gaze drifting to his leg. âJesus..â You mumble.
Pedri doesnât say anything, simply letting out a quiet hum of acknowledgment. He watches you carefully as you make your way to the side of his bed.
âI donât.. I donât really know what to, uhmââ You were grasping at straws for something to say. Nothing came to mind, causing a flush to spread across your cheeks along with a nervous laugh.
The tan man couldnât help the way his eyes softened and the small, barely noticeable smile of his lips. Heâd missed you. Everything about you, he had missed. The breakup of course, was his fault. He been so stressed with football that heâd taken it out on you, saying things he didnât mean but couldnât take back.
âYou donât have to say anything.â He speaks, wearily. He wanted so badly for you to just look at him, he didnât blame you for avoiding it, though.
âI feel like I probably should, I mean.. this is..â You were once again, at a loss for words. âIâm so sorry, this sucks.â Pathetic. That was pathetic.
Pedri was unfortunately, very injury prone. Youâd been in this position many times, but this was different. You couldnât rush to his side, you couldnât shower him in apologetic kisses, you couldnât do the things you used to. And those were the only ways you knew how to comfort him.
Your legs brushed against the hospital bedsheets, when you remember. âOh! Shit, I almost forgot, I set them down outside the door because I wasnât sure if they would be appropriate right now.. Wait, Iâll be right back.â And just like that, you were gone, leaving Pedri completely and utterly confused.
When you returned, you had a blanket and, what youâd called the âdesignated hospital hoodieâ in your hands. He recognized them instantly. Your favorite hoodie of his, and the blanket youâd used specifically on the nights heâd stay over and the two of you would fall asleep on the couch.
âI figured it would get cold in here, it always does.â You gingerly hand him the items, freezing when his fingers brushed against yours.
Pedri froze as well, his eyes snapping up to you. âSorry, uhm, thank you. Seriously.â
âItâs no problem.â You cough, âso! How are you? How bad is it?â
Shaking his head with a tired sigh, Pedri winced as he scoots over on the bed, his jaw clenching as he does. âJoder. [fuck] â He hisses in Spanish, taking a second to speak again, âyou can.. sit down yâknow?â
Hesitantly sitting onto the uncomfortable mattress, your eyebrows furrow, âyou shouldnât be moving so much.â You scold, easily slipping back into your old concerned girlfriend mode. âHow many times do I have to remind you there are plenty of chairs I can sit on?â
âAnd how many times do I have to remind you, that I prefer you closer?â He rebutted, the both of you pausing when you realize you werenât allowed to do this back and forth anything.
But, you shrug the feeling off. Despite how things had ended, you loved Pedri. You cared for him. He was hurting, and you were not about to make him hurt any more by opening up the wounds that were still fresh.
âWell, your comfort is a bit more important than your wants.â You crack a small grin, âhow did surgery go?â
Pedri huffs through a painful exhale. âI donât want to talk about medical shit anymore. Iâve had to deal with my families badgering all dayâŚâ He hesitates before continuing, âI know this is overstepping, but could you just.. lay down? You donât haveââ
âIâd lay down if you werenât hogging all the pillows.â You tease, âmove your big head.â Shifting around to a sitting position beside him, you wiggle around till the thin blankets were out from under you and on top of you.
He laughs, the sound sweet and welcoming to your ears. You turn your head to the side, meeting his eyes directly for the first time since you stepped into the room. âThis is only mildly weird.â
âYeah.â He agrees, taking the blanket youâd brought and spreading it out over the two of you. âAnother boundary crossing questionâŚ?â
âI donât see why not.â You swallow, not knowing what was about to come out of your exâs mouth.
âHold me?â He asks with the saddest eyes, âplease?â
Listen, you were no fool. You knew your actions would have consequences. This simple act was going to either lead to your heart breaking even more, or potentially causing you to go against your morals and allow forgiveness.
You couldnât get yourself to speak, instead, you lift your arm to wrap around the back of his neck and your hand came up to rest on his head. Pedri automatically relaxes against your shoulder, letting out a long breath of relief.
You stay like that for a while, your fingers threading through his soft hair while the other hand occupied on his cheek, itâs fingers rubbing smoothly back and forth along his cheekbone. It had always been the way you calmed him down when he was upset. The familiarity tugged at your heart strings and in that moment you didnât care how badly this was going to hurt you, you only cared it would make him feel better.
Plus, he always told you how much peace he felt when he was in your arms, and thats all you wanted him to feel in the moment.
âPedri?â You quietly beckon him to look at you, which he does. His eyes fluttered open and a small hum leaves his lips. âYou know I canât stay..â
He tries to hide his disappointment, but you knew him too well. âI understand. Sorry, I shouldnât have even asked you to come, I know I hurt you.â
âHurt is one way to put it.â You quirk an eyebrow, hiding the genuine words behind a teasing grin.
His eyes flicker around your face, noticing every crack in your expression. âI am sorry. I didnât mean the things I said. I can do better, I will.â
âThatâs not enough. The things you said.. Pedri, I canât just forget them.â Exasperated and ready for the conversation to end, you tap his head. âJust lay back down.â
Pedri shakes his head, âno, we need to talkâI need to talk about this! I donât want you to forget, just hold me accountable and give me another chance.â His tongue darts out, wetting his lips. âPlease, cariĂąo.â
That stupid, stupid, stupid pet name. The only one you ever really loved when it left his lips.
âCan we talk about this when youâre not suffering from an injury? Like, what, two months? When your head is clear, and iâve had time to get over what you said.. you call me. Then, we can talk about it.â You push his head back onto your shoulder and rest yours against his hair.
âOkay. Two months?â Pedriâs hand that had wrapped around your waist, dips under your shirt, rubbing slow circles. âI can do that.â
Pressing a short kiss to his hair, you hum. âIâll leave when your mom comes back. Donât text me or contact me till those two months are up, got it?â
Pedri groaned, ânothing?â
âNothing.â
âFine.â He rolls his eyes.
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Blind in Love
Dedicated to @mangostarjam, you convinced me to finish the WIP since you asked about it lmao so thanks!
It had been awhile since youâd had good sex and even longer since youâd had a good date.Â
Which was why, when your friend yammered to you -on a daily basis- about the new friend sheâd made and how he was your perfect match, you allowed her to set up a blind date between the two of you even though you were still recovering from the first serious relationship youâd ever had ending. But youâd spent more than enough time mourning the past and you were ready to get back out there. If your date ended up being a serial killer, so be it; at least youâd die knowing you tried to have some semblance of a love life again.
At first, you almost didnât get the date with him at all.
Your friend would tell you how kind the man was, how attentive the man was, how loyal the man was, and you were already sold from her first description. But she kept selling him to you anyway. The days would go by and sheâd tell you he liked the same music you did. Sheâd tell you he was raised in the same area that you grew up in. Sheâd tell you that he liked the same foods you did. Sheâd tell you that he was a night owl like you. Sheâd tell you he liked the same TV shows. Sheâd tell you he had the same hobbies. Sheâd tell you heâd vacationed to the same places you had. Sheâd tell you so many details about him that it felt like you were going on a date with yourself. So you knew you had to meet this guy, you just had to.Â
And then one day, she told you it was most likely not going to happen.Â
How? How could the most perfect sounding man in the entire world not even want to meet you? Had she told him what sheâd told you? Did he know you were practically soulmates? How were you supposed to hear about him everyday, to know all these things about him like he was suddenly your closest friend, only to never meet him, only to be rejected by him before he ever crossed paths with you?
This couldnât be how things ended.Â
But your friend was persistent. Thank god she was persistent. As much as she had promoted him to you, she doubly promoted you to him, and soon enough, she was giving you the good news that he had eventually agreed to go out on a date with you. He had even gone so far as to pick the time and the venue, so she had high expectations for the night.Â
You had high expectations for the night.
You tried not to. You didnât imagine there was anyone for you who could ever be as good as your first love, but if there wasnât, it wouldnât be for a lack of you trying to find them. You owed it to yourself, to your friend, to him, to give this date a good try. So even though you tried not to get all worked up over one simple date, you got excited anyway. You dressed up to the nines.Â
When you showed up to the address that youâd been instructed to meet him at, you were shocked to discover youâd been here before, years ago. It was a cherry blossom garden. A cherry blossom garden that was usually extremely busy and yet somehow it was now completely deserted. And⌠lit up? You didnât remember there being so many lanterns everywhere the last time youâd come here.Â
Following the trails of lanterns, you found a man in a suit waiting for you at the end. He was down on one knee. Holding a ring box.
âI love you. I love you so, so much. Please, please marry me.â
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âNo.â
âBut why?â
âIâve told you before and Iâll tell you again, Iâm not going on a blind date. Iâm not going on any date. Never again.â Hoshina waved his persistent friend away, thinking his resolve might end any further arguments. It only strengthened her resolve.Â
She followed him down the long expanse of hallway, and boy, did he realize just how long it was as she prattled on and on. âBut did I tell you she also grew up in the same neighborhood as you?â
He groaned. âYes. Yes, you did. Doesnât change a thing.â
âBut did I tell you she hikes? You could go hiking together.â
âI donât want to go hiking with anyone.â
âBut did I tell you she cooks, and get this, she cooks your favorite foods. Itâs honestly crazy how your favorite foods are like somehow what she specializes in. Thatâs gotta be some sign, right?â
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. âReally, I appreciate you trying, but nothing you say is going to make me change my mind about this.â
âOkay, okay, one more thing. You remember that, like, weird vintage medallion thing you have on your nightstand?â
He froze in his tracks. â...What about it?â
âYou remember how you told me that they only ever made two of those medallions and you won it at some event? Get this- she has the other half of the set. She also won it at the same event. If thatâs not fate, I donât know what is.âÂ
He quickly turned around and started making his way back to his room.Â
She watched him curiously, keeping pace with him as his pace increased. He was almost like a man on a mission the way he sped down the hall. She was sure heâd burn tracks into the floor with the way he was walking.Â
âCan she see me tomorrow night?â He asked finally.
Her brows furrowed in confusion, wondering what on earth couldâve made him change his mind, and so quickly at that. But after all this begging and pleading with him to reconsider the date, she wouldnât dare question his sudden change in heart.Â
âYeah, of course she can. Sheâs been waiting for you to say yes forever. Iâll text her. Do you guys wanna meet up at that restaur-â
âIâll pick the place. I know the perfect spot.â
She blinked a couple times. What was going on with Hoshina today? Not only was he actually agreeing to go on this blind date when heâd been vehemently rejecting it these past few weeks, but now he was taking the initiative to plan the date himself? Something had to be going on. But she was too afraid to ask what, too afraid it would weaken his nerve. So she simply nodded and said, âAlright, good luck. Iâll let her know when youâre ready.â Then she vanished down the hallway, too stunned to speak any further.Â
When he reached his room, Hoshina tossed out half his closet trying to figure out what to wear. What was one supposed to wear to propose to the love of his life that he hadnât seen in years? What was one supposed to say?
He quickly called up the managers of the cherry blossom garden that heâd taken you to on your first date together and he bought out the entire place for tomorrow night. He didnât want anyone walking in and ruining the only chance he might have with you.Â
He took out the ring box heâd been holding onto these last several years and set it out on his nightstand, right beside the medallion that heâd won with you. Then he fell asleep dreaming about your smile.Â
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âI love you. I love you so, so much. Please, please marry me.â
Suddenly everything made sense.
Of course he liked the same shows you did. You always made him watch it with you. Of course he was a night owl, you stayed up late together watching those shows. Of course he liked the same hobbies, the same food, the same music, you lived together, it was hard not to pick up the same routines, to pick up the same interests. And all those places your friend had told you heâd visited that youâd also visited? Youâd gone on vacation together.Â
Youâd done everything together.Â
Until you didnât. Until you broke up.Â
But now here he was before you, and without even wasting a second to say hi itâs me again, he was already down on one knee proposing with a ring you told him you liked once in passing.Â
At first you wondered why he was here, after so many weeks of declining to proceed with this date. Had he known it was you all along? Was that why heâd said no? But then why was he here? And with a ring no less? What was going on? What made him change his mind?
But suddenly you didnât care. You didnât care at all. You didnât care about the how or the why or the what. You just cared about him. You just cared that the man that you loved, that the only man that youâd ever loved, that the only man you ever wanted to love, was kneeling before you, saying he loved you, saying he still loved you, saying heâd always loved you and always would love you. And he wanted to marry you.
âYes.â
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Just Like Old Times
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin & F!Reader
Written for @narcosfandomdiscord Book of Inception: fanwork that provides an origin story for a character that doesn't have one & "He made me who I am" & improvement
Warnings: 18+, language
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: the way that the last week or so has gone really just zapped all the motivation and creativity out of me, so getting this written really fought me every step of the way lmao. but i will say, that thinking about Jake Seresin in high school was fun. giving him a brother was also fun. going three for three on these prompts was challenging and rewarding and fun. and now i want to revisit these two at some point because idk i have issues lmao
You knew from the second that youâd walked into The Hard Deck that night that he didnât remember you. Part of you didnât really blame him, high school being such a distant memory for all of you now. Not just in years, but in all the experiences youâd packed into those years as well. From one standpoint you understood itâŚsort of.
From another standpoint you couldnât believe that he could look you in the face and not say a word, not have even the tiniest flicker of recognition. He had looked right at you, and moved right on along to the next person. No matter how much things changed, they always stayed the fucking same.
It wasnât until everyone was sitting out on the beach after the football game that the two of you even had a real conversation. Up until that point everyone had been running circles around each other, and you had much bigger things to worry about than Jake Seresinâs recollections of you, or lack thereof.
You were mid-conversation with Bob and Natasha when you noticed that neither of them were really looking at you anymore. You searched their faces, trying to figure out what it was that they were looking at.
Natasha leaned back, palms sinking into the sand as she said, âBagman, six oâclock and incoming.â
You rolled your eyes, still not turning around to look at him. âMan knows how to ruin a good day.â
You didnât have to look back to know how close he was, the tilts of Bobâs and Natashaâs head spelling out that information for you. His footfalls were nearly silent on the sand. Without realizing it, the closer he got, the deeper you pushed your fingertips into the sand like you were searching for something to grip onto.
Suddenly you were cast in Hangmanâs shadow as he stood directly behind you. You shut your eyes for a moment, the longest blink ever as you tried hard to bite your tongue.
âLadies,â he said, and you didnât have to be looking at him to know exactly what his face looked like. âBobby.â
Natasha was squinting against the sun but she still pulled a bit of a face. âItâs a good day, Hangman,â she said with just enough warning in her tone. âLetâs keep it that way.â
He chuckled, and you could see from the movement of his shadow that he was holding his hands out. âEvery day at Top Gun is a good day, Phoenix. Thought you wouldâve known that already.â
You were hoping that it was just going to be a quick thing, an in-passing comment that he made because he simply couldnât bring himself to walk by your little trio without saying anything. But of course it wasnât. Somehow the shift went from Natasha making extremely thinly veiled comments to the effect that Jake should hit the goddamn bricks, to him plopping down on the ground right there with you. He wedged himself right there between you and Bob like he had been there the whole time.
It didnât take very long after that for Natasha to find a reason to leave. And wherever Natasha went, Bob was only ever a few steps behind. That left it with just you and Jake and the ocean that was slowly beginning to calm in front of you. It was a scene that couldâve been a peaceful one if the man sitting next to you had any interest in that.
Legs bent and pulled up towards you, you draped your arms across your knees. You were staring out at the receding waves as you asked, âTo what do I owe the pleasure, Seresin?â
You could feel him staring at you and you made a point to not return the gesture. âWhereâd you say you were from?â
You shook your head. âI didnât. Also donât think youâve actually asked me a question directly the entire time weâve been here.â You cast him a glance. âToo busy giving Rooster a hard time.â
He narrowed his eyes slightly at you like he was studying you, but there was still a smirk on his face. The more time you spent around him, the more you wondered if that was just what his face defaulted to these days. He leaned back on his palms, legs stretched out in front of him.
âWasnât until I heard Phoenix call you by your last name earlier that I realizedââ
âWow,â you barked out with a laugh, unable to stop yourself. âYouâve been running drills and sitting in class with me for how long and it took until today for you to recognize me? No sense of dĂŠjĂ vu sitting two rows over from me and picking on other kids in class? Nothinâ jogged your memory even a little?â
He leaned back, brows meeting for a moment. âWhen did youââ
âThe first night we all got here!â you said, gesturing emphatically at nothing.
The smirk instantly returned to his face. âIâm that memorable, huh?â
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. âFuck off.â
âWhat? Câmon, you canât be mad.â
âIâm not mad.â
âNo?â he asked, chuckling like he knew better than to believe you. A lot of confidence in your character for someone who only remembered who you were within the last two hours.
âNo. Being mad would suggest that Iâm somehow surprised that youâre still the way that you are. And Iâm definitelyâŚnot.â You sighed. âYouâre still Jake Seresin. Only difference now isââ
âMy rank? The number of confirmed kills I have?â he tried to fill in the blanks, cocky as heâd ever been.
You looked at him. âOnly difference is now youâre old enough to know better.â You saw the way he rolled his eyes at you and couldnât help but to say, âI don't get you, Jake.â
The look on his face let you know that it had been a long time since someone referred to him by just his first name, not his last or his callsign. There was something intimate about it in a way. You wouldn't have given it any thought if he hadn't flinched at it.
He recovered as quickly as he could, that air of nonchalance reappearing around him. âI'm no Mystery Man.â He held his hands out in a brief gesture, like an invitation to scan him over. âWhat you see is what you get.â
It wasn't untrue. Jake Seresin had never been the type of person who lived a double life. Who he was around you was exactly who he was around everyone else. Maybe when it was just him, when there was no one else in the room looking to him or expecting anything from him, he was a different person. Not that it matteredâthe world was never going to know. Reaching as far back as you could in your brain for memories of him, he'd always been some version of the man sitting in the sand next to you. He was just looking a little more refined these days.
You had just been hoping, when you'd seen him again, that maybe he would've changed by now. Nothing would be different if he wasn't different, but it would've been nice if it could be. The longer you looked at him, the more you tried to un-blur all of the memories that you hadn't bothered to tap into in a long time.
âHow's your brother these days?â you asked, diverting course just slightly.
The question was immediately met with an eye-roll. âFine.â
You had to let out a quiet laugh at that. âYeah? That good, huh?â
He shrugged. âYou want the play-by-play or something?â He shook his head, looking out at the ocean instead of at you. âHe's fine.â
âYou two not get along anymore or something? I thought you were bothââ
âI see him on holidays. We text on birthdays. He is off doingâŚwhatever he does.â
You hadn't expected the tension. From what you remembered, the two of them had gotten along well enough. His brother was a few years ahead of both of you, in his senior year of high school when the two of you were freshman. But he'd always been nice, nicer than Jake had been anyway. But they ran in a lot of the same circles, played a lot of the same sports, and they seemed to have a relatively good time doing it. Judging by the way that Jake was avoiding looking in your direction, you were now wondering if you were misremembering it all.
âWe're grown-ups now, you know,â you offered up finally. âIf you don't want to talk about him you can just say that.â
He flipped it right back on you. âWe're grown-ups now, I can answer questions about Tommy if you have them.â
You laughed quietly and shook your head. âI can see that. The answers you've given so far have been so thorough and paint such a clear picture.â It got him to laugh even though you could tell that he didnât want to give you the satisfaction. After a moment you cleared your throat. âYou guys just seemed to get along back then, is all.â
Now he was looking at you again. âYeah, Tommy got along with everyone back thenâstill does.â
You hummed in amusement. âGuess that trait isn't a genetic one, then.â
He cracked a small grin as he swatted sand at you. âFunny.â There was a pause, and you were waiting for him to pick something else to talk about, or for him to just get up and leave. Instead, he gave himself a moment and then said, âTommy graduated with a full ride, but even when he was gone somehow I was stillâŚâ he trailed off. âNavy was the first place I wasn't a legacy kid. No footsteps to follow. Just me.â
âHmm,â you nodded, not sure what you really wanted to say in response to that.
He caught your uncertainty. âWhat?â
âNothing, I justâŚyou wanna say that your brother, your family, your whoever was why you were like that back then. Fine, I get that, kind of. But then why,â you curled your fingers into the sand, âare you still up to all the same shit?â
âI'm notââ
âYou are.â The laugh you let out was dry. âI'm one of the only people here that you can't lie to about that. I knew you back then, and I know you now, and from what I've seen? Not much has changed.â
The pinch of his brows let you know that what you were saying was getting to him, whether he admitted to it or not. He tried to hide it, and was semi-successful at itâit probably would've fooled someone else. âIf it ain't brokeââ
You didn't let him get to the end of the sentence. âThere's always room for improvement.â
You were used to laughing at your own little one-liners, but Jake laughing at them too was new, especially when they were at his expense. Whatever the two of you were doing in that moment, it was the closest to being friends that you'd ever been. It was still a stretch but it was something.
âI don't know, you stack my resumĂŠ up against anyone else's here and I'd say I'm about as improved as it gets.â
âI think the one thing that could definitely still do with some improving is your humility,â you rebutted with a laugh. You geared up to hear some comment about how there was no need to be humble if he could back up everything that he was saying. When he didnât, you said, âAnd, if you feel like taking suggestionsââ
âYou got another one for me?â he joked.
You laughed. âYeah, of course.â You cleared your throat. âYou said it yourself that this is the one place where none of that other stuff matters, like it never happened. So maybe, when you get a chance, you should get around to dropping all the bitterness that goes along with the brotherhood rivalry.â You shrugged, offering a small smile. âCocky doesn't pair well with the sad, âHe made me who I am,â shtick.â
He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he laughed. âYou're meaner than I remember.â
âYeah, that's because you don't remember me,â you said, the lift at the ends of your lips taking the sting out of your words.
The look of surprise didnât fade from his face, neither did the amusement. âDamn.â
You still had a smile on your face as you stood back up. Brushing the sand off the backs of your legs, you looked at him. It was a strange feeling, caught between remembering how things were back then and knowing how they were now. A lot of things hadn't changed, clearly, but the circumstances certainly had. You wanted more of it to be different, but there was no saying it so plainly.
âYou heading back?â you asked, standing completely upright.
He looked up at you from where he was sitting. Shaking his head, he replied, âNot yet.â
You cocked your head to the side, folding your arms over your chest. âGoing to sit out here with your thoughts?â
He chuckled and shrugged. âWell, you did give me a lot to think about.â
âDon't think too hard,â you joked as you started to walk away, âotherwise smokeâll start coming out of your ears.â
âYour concern is touching!â he called after you, laughing as he spoke.
Turning around to face him, you continued walking away. âGuess I'm just too sentimental for my own good!â you replied, throwing your hands up in apparent exasperation with yourself.
You could still see the grin on his face as you turned back around. Even with your back to him, you still found yourself smiling too. You knew better than to get your hopes up for much, but there was still part of you that was thinking that maybe there was still a chance for things to start changing before all was said and done.
There was still the very large possibility that things would continue to be the same as they ever were. You knew that. But, the same way you'd been wanting things to be different the first night you turned up at The Hard Deck, you still wanted things to be different now. It felt a little more attainable now than it had then. And, if nothing else, at least you knew that this time everything was going to be a bit more memorable.
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pov: youâre jensen acklesâ controversially young gf (alt!musican!reader) part iii
read part i here, read part ii here
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Still looking for short requests. Any Blue Lock boy you want, they find their bored, time killing s/o playing with a soccer ball, but she's using it like a basketball or volley ball
Imagine Isagi paying a couple months of rent worth of money for an other wise ordinary looking ball. But if you were knowledgeable in the soccer - sphere, you could easily recognize it as the Adidas Al Rihla, the official soccer ball for the 2022 FIFA World Cup in Qatar. It had cost him an arm and a leg to get that, not to mention the various hurdles he has to cross to find some one willing to sell him an authentic one that wasnât in the 6 digits.
In your shared apartment, he had this own bookshelf filled with various trophies and other Soccer memorabilia. With one little book dusted and saved for his newest addition. He was like a child on Christmas, waiting for it to be delivered, ready to proudly show it off to his teammates and friends - be the coolest guy in the group.
But the timing of it couldnât have been more worse. He had been running late to practice that day, having forgotten to set his alarm earlier to account for day light saving , and almost ran into the delivery man when he on his way out. He grabbed the package, and rushed inside to place it in the table next to the entry way. But his eagerness got the better of him, and he opened the package to at least examine the ball. Perfect. It was perfect. He didnât have much time to bask in the glory of his new possession, placing it next to the box it came in and running off as to avoid doing the 15 lap penalty for being late.
The entire time at practice thatâs all hr could think about. Wondering where he would place it. How he would casually bring it up in conversation. He practically ran off the field when practice was over, speed running the shower and putting on his boxers backwards - not caring how uncomfortable it felt during the drive back. He took the stairs, the elevator took too much time and he was faster on foot, the key to the apartment already in his hand. He didnât want you waste any time. Opening the door the first thing he did was look to the little table he had left the ball on and⌠it was goneâŚ.
The box was still there, but the ball⌠no where in sight. He figured it mustâve rolled off, which prompted him get on all fours and look for it in every nook and cranny within eye sight. Thatâs when he noticed your shoes - you were home. âBabe!â He called out, still on all fours. âOh youâre home-â he heard your voice call out. âA delivery came for you. Itâs on the table by the door-â you added. âAbout that-â he sighed. Maybe you had assumed it was one of his practice balls and put it with the others, or maybe his closet.
He got up, dusting him self off before going towards the living room. âHave you seen-â
It seemed like you had. He watched in horror, his eyes widening and his body seeming to stiffen up. You, on the couch, tossing the ball in the air and bouncing it off your finger tips. Casually playing with a literal modern antique - in his eyes. He could have shed a tear right there. You turn to him, catching the ball and putting it in your lap. âHow was practice?â You ask, blissfully unaware of the crime you had committed. A worried expression beginning to form when you noticed how distressed he look. âAre you okay?â You asked, placing the ball to the side of the couch as you got up.
He was not okay. You watched him inspect the ball under the light of the lamp, trying to find any dents and scuffs. You told him that you had come home 10 minutes before he did, and you doubted that it would have damaged the ball by the 3 minutes you were playing around with it. But you soon figured he wasnât one to listen to reason at the moment.
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Fortunately, Wade has re-died multiple times already before they found the girls, He found out because some other group of scared humans shot him. Wade, like an idiot, had tried to be friendly and was attempting to bring them a can of corn but honestly his friendly demenure scares other people WAY more then regular zombies because its the idea that Wade is SENTIENT. He can "talk" "feel" and has emotions.
He understands when you tell him things and while sometimes he dosn't make the best choices he is still very human like. This is the part that scares Logan and most others.
Zombies aren't conscious. They dont have prefered foods and like hugs. They couldn't figure out simple puzzles like if one door is locked to go around to the back door or how to properly use stairs and simple slide locks. They didn't ask their daughters about their day and play catch with them. They didn't sit at the table and whimper for their non zombie husband to feed them. They are just hosts to the virus.
But if anything, the virus is a new host to Wade's cancer, making him even more disgusting from the fact his flesh is literally falling off, but he can't die from the virus. His brain is much stronger then theirs and because of this- The idea of a person like wade, whos clever enough to put his hands up and drop to his knees when he sees other people now, going around eating people, possibly fooling them into false trust.
You're right, though. Wade is so SO proud of his girls and even more proud of Laura for forcibly having to mature quick enough to protect Gabby and handle her mentally as well as physically being able to provide for her.
Once or twice, Wade has found Laura crying from the stress of her father being gone and having to watch both Wade and gabby. Everything in her logic side of her mind was screaming at her to get away from him, but his arms were out, and his parental eyes got her to cling to him, hugging him tightly as she sobbed into him. The type of hug where she loses control of her claws and ends up stabbing him the same way her father does after a nightmare.
"Ooh!! Are we allowed hugs today?"
Only for Laura to scream at her to stop, to get back. She's a mess, ugly crying and tears running down her face faster then she can clean them.
Gabby jumps, tilting her head in soft shock before crossing her arms. "I'm telling dad that you're hogging papa!"
She runs off and laura turns to look at Wade, whos softly snickering. They laugh and deep down are glad that Gabs is so innocent still. To her, Laura didn't want her to steal her papa time but in reality she's still scared of gabby being bit despite physically in his arms.
And yes, Logan IS selfishly glad to know that if Wade ever truly does go feral, that it will most likely be Laura to do the job. She isn't hesitant. He taught her not to. And sometimes she's far too well trained. Being so young (COUGH and materal rage/ hormones COUGH) she is far too trigger happy but in truth guns won't do anything for wade.
Logan has learned that the only chance they had was decapitating him and burying his head miles away from his body. Yeah, his body will just regrow or his head will just reform but it will take about 12 hours which is plenty time for Logan to take the girls and book it to where ever else they could go.
Would it absolutely DESTROY his heart to abandon wade like this and leave most of their supplies? Yes. But he knows wade would never forgive himself if he turned one of the girls. Never in a million years.
This was far proven when gabby wandered too far from the cabin and wade tackled another zombie meer seconds before gabby was bit.
Imagine being a 13 year old girl watching your papa go APE SHIT on a fellow zombie, ripping him apart, dismembering him, throwing his organs as far as he could, shaking their leg around like a street dog does to a turkey leg.
And when he realizes, he stops and just stares at Gabs, covered in blood and ooze, blinking, hoping she wouldn't be scared only to smile widely and say "Wwwooah... That's so cool!! Ah man that guy STINKS!! Now you need a bath!"
Only for Wade to realize that Gabs is conditioned to such brutal murder as long as she doesn't have a connection. She was devastated to hear about puppins and has asked Logan multiple times if they could go find her and keep her.
"No honey, she bit wade almost instantly."
"But shes just a scared puppy! Shes probably hungry!"
"Sigh... gabs I already have too many mouths to feed. Please.. I just... we can't. I need to make sure you're fed. Not a dog..."
"But shes-"
And by now, Logans upset. "I said NO! Now that's enough. I would If we could, alright? Now please...go play."
Because that day he not only did he loose his dog. He lost part of his husband too..
I dont CARE that it's November 9th and "Halloweens over" ITS MY BIRTHDAY MONTH ILL POST IF I WANT TOO
Anyway.
Thinking about apocolpse au.
Wade getting bitten by a zombie, Logan freaking out, Wade dying, and him coming back (Again)
"Didn't you just die?? I literally fucking burried you!!"
And wades like:
"Of course. Man, God REALLY hates you dosn't he?"
And he's bassically the same person except just saying, "Rahhah har ran re" (translation: I think the devil doesn't want me either)
"What?? Oh for fucks sake... tell me you're kidding.."
"Rah?" đ¤
"Great so now you stink more and you can't talk. Fucking lovely."
"Mmmmh..." 𼺠(would you still love me if I was a zombie?)
"*sighs, blushes and grumbles how insane this is and how much of a bad idea this is* Fine! Come on...."
"Raah!!" đ
And sometimes his limbs fall off because I think it would be funny if you just saw him stop, turn around, pick up his arm and shove it back into place like a dislocated shoulder. (Marvel Magic)
But its very obvious that Wade is still consious and so logan leads him around, puts a leash on him, ties him up when he goes to sleep the first few nights so wade dosn't eat him, sometimes luring him with a piece of his thigh or telling him he'll feed him soon to make him behave.
The only thing about this resource wise is that it seems Wade is a bottomless pit, not ever able to get enough. It's like all the nutrients just pass right through him, so he can't get fed meals daily, but Logan will share at least one bite of his food. It makes Wade so happy and way more "wade like" than zombie.
Logan has learned that the hungrier Wade gets the worse it would be, snapping at logan a few times.
"Grr-"
"Aye! That's enough outta ya"
"GggRah!"
"Hey!! I said no! Bad! Bad wade!"
"Mmmh??"
"Bad!!"
"Mmh....rahah.."
"I forgive you. But stop trying to bite me. I feed you, don't I? I hold your hand and tell you that I love you?"
Wade is actually extremely friendly for a zombie (duh) and still yaps at logan except its nonsense. Logan tries hard to understand him and talk back.
He holds his hand sometimes, even lays next to him only to scold him if he gets too bitey. This is hard because wade already had a biting issue and seeing as he practically ate anything or anybody now it was more difficult.
"...aahh-"
"Wade- No."
"Ggr.. raahh"
"Wade! No! Bad."
"Mmmh..."
"Ill feed you tomarrow. Don't bite me mkay? You wanna hurt me?"
He shakes his head like a dog shaking off from a bath, or that ate a bee.
"Then don't bite me."
"Mmh? Mrah?"
"No. No kisses right now. Im still not even sure if thats safe.."
"Mmmh...𼺠ahrrah?"
"No, not even a tiny one."
"Mm...đ"
Until Logan grunts and pecks his hand. "There. Happy?"
"đââď¸mh"
"Good."
Honestly Logan felt bad, pitited him. No matter what food he ate it wasnt enough substance to sustain him and sometimes Logan would wake up to find him eating a different zombie that made the mistake of trying to eat Logan.
You ever wake up in the morning, lose your zombie boyfriend, call for him only to walk outside and see him knawing on some poor chaps arm like a happy puppy who found a chicken leg? Logan has. Many times. And he wishes his phone would charge so he could take a picture of it but unfortunately theres no electricity in the post apocalypse world.
This being said Logan is like- THE perfect guy for apocalypse au because he can smell everything and hear anyone before they even get to you, he has better wilderness survival skills then anyone I know and he'll never NOT have a weapon on him because of his claws. The only downside is that he's tired easily, needs a lot of food, and would lowkey be withdrawing from his tabccao and alchool, therefore very moody.
"Stupid fucking apocalypse having to happen when im fucking alive!! Why can't I just NOT live through ONE major historical event! Is that too fucking much to ask? One damn decade where everything is fine and dandy and- WADE! Get your ass away from that!! It's radioactive!! For fucks sake!"
"Rahahrah?"
"NO!! You can not become Spiderman! That's not how that works!"
"Aawr..đ"
The whole thing is they're on a quest to find Laura and Gabby, because when everything went to shit, they were on a cabin trip and now Logans brain is itching because he dosn't know where his babies are and its driving him insane. Once he finds them, they're gonna shack up somewhere with food and animals to hunt, and hes gonna make a little shed outside for Wade to sleep because he'll kill him if he bites one of the girls.
He dosnt care that much about himself really and he hates himself deep down for not being able to trust wade anymore but even wade dosnt trust wade, sometimes wandering off on purpose, staying about 30 feet away from him at all times, growling and giving Logan that glazed over look of unconsiousness. The only good thing about this, though, is after he removes himself from the idea of hurting Logan (because if logaj were to become infected - HA! Your all fucked. Utterly fucked. The whole humanoid species would go extinct because he'd kill anything that moved) he feels more trusting of him and it's not uncommon for them to hug after either. Afterall Wade- Some how???- is still wade and is very affectionate and sensitive when its not returned.
This whole thing also makes him think worse about himself, kicking reflective objects or staring at himself in a shop window in utter shock and disgust with a face of 'thats me..?' While logans raiding the place for supplies.
Did you know zombies can cry? Well, Wade could. Not a lot, only able to get a bit of liquid from dehydration, but sometimes Logan will catch him just... sitting there.. crying. Upset with himself for being bit. Upset with himself for trying to bite logan all the time. Upset at how ugly he is. Upset that he's starving all the time. Upset that he can't even talk to anyone, and Logan just has to guess what he's saying 90% of the time. Bro is literally
When they DO find Laura and Gabby, the girls are doing great. Laura was going to blow wades head off until Gabby ran in the shot, hugging him instantly, only to be ripped away.
"Of course my dad is the weirdo married to a zombie." Laura grunts, but is secrelty happy that wade is still 'alive'
Gabby, being as young as she is, thinks it's so SICK that her dad is a zombie now, giggling when he talks to her and holding his hand. She's not allowed near him for long, and not at all by herself, but Gabby bassically becomes Wades number one supporter, defending him when he messes up and snaps at laura.
"He's just hungry!! He's not bad! It's not bad to be hungry!" She'll say. "You wouldn't kill me if I was hungry.." she tells her bigger, more survival oriented sister whos suggested putting wade out of his misery, for his own sake. "I tried that... he found me again 3 days later." Logan tells her with a pang in his chest. It had taken everything in him to kill him the first time, and sobbed himself to sleep the next 2 days. By the third when he noticed Wade following him from a distance he couldn't believe it.
Not even the apocalypse could keep them away from each other..
#zombie au#laura kinney#gabby kinney#mary puppins#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool#deadpool 3#wolverine#deadclaws
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In the Middle of the Night...
Pairing â Yoon Jeonghan x afab!Reader
Summary â One year after the snap your life finally is going back to normal again and with insomnia and nightmares plagueing your sleep, you do things you usually wouldn't. Thankfully a little spider is ready to swoop in...
Genre â angst, a hint of fluff, SpidermanAu
Warnings â Depression, mentions of ED, mentions of suicide, alcoholism, guns, mentions of kidnapping, sexuall assault, panic attacks, tell me if i missed sumn
Word Count â 2.8k
Rating â NSFW
A/N â Spidey!Hannie is here my babes, wifes and loves! @tusswrites @tomodachiii @svtiddiess @welcometomyoasis @diamonddaze01
Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by Šsoo0hee on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!
You knew that it wasn't a good idea to leave your apartment at ass o'clock in the morning, if it could even be called that already. Most citizens of Seoul were dead asleep at this hour.
Most, but not you. Not when the nightmares of losing your loved ones were still plaguing you to this day. Making it impossible to sleep even now, 5 years later and with everyone who had vanished with the snap coming back again.
5 years of surviving as what you had done could not be called living.
You remembered the screams on the street of people vanishing into dust or of those who had to watch those they loved disappear. You could still feel how the hand you were holding was suddenly gone and you turned around just to witness the horrified look of your baby sister as she to turned to dust.
You felt your throat hurting as you screamed terrified just like half of the earths population and only when things had settled a bit where you able to drag yourself home feeling numb and like you had no joy left in your body just to find everyone gone.
Only your mother was left behind, sobbing in the ruins that had once been the living room of your familys home. They were all gone. Your father, brother, sister and even your beloved cat. It was only you and your mother left. Until the day you came home from your job only weeks later to find that she had left you too.
The blood on the kitchen floor had already started do dry as it seemed to cover every single tile it could reach. The missing knife on the counters cooking block and the metallic smell hanging in the air had burned itself into your memory.
Alone, mourning the disappearance of your family and your missing best friend Jeonghan you fell into a hole that swallowed you and held onto your being with sharp claws.
5 years of missing different puzzle pieces of yourself that left you wondering if you would ever be okay again.
Inclined to ignore the knock on your new apartments door you stayed on the couch with your cloths looking like they had been worn for weeks, which at that point was probably true and you desperately needing a shower and proper meal. But the knocking had been insistent and annoyed you threw your blanket to the floor, almost tripping over multiple take out boxes as you marched over to the door. The peephole was covered from the outside so you were unable to see who it was.
Growling out a curse that got stuck in your throat as soon as you saw who had been covering the peephole with his finger.
Jeonghan, still slightly out of it after having been brought back and having been explained what had happened had immediately went to your old home just to find a creepy stranger who looked like he had been nursing on one whiskey bottle after the other. Determined to find you again to see if you were okay, it had taken him a few days do find you and when he finally did, all he could think about was you. From his friends he already knew that you hadn't vanished after the snap just like they had warned him about the state he might find you in, yet when the door opened Jeonghan felt like he had been punched in the guts.
His best friend, the person he'd do anything for, looked like an empty shell of e person she used to be. It was obvious that the last years have not been kind to you and it took everything in him not do cry for the happy girl you used to be. The light in your eyes was gone, your hair a giant mess and even underneath the hoodie you were wearing, a hoodie he was 100% sure had once been his, he could see that you had drastically lost weight.
Jeonghan had barely caught the door as you slammed it shut or at least tried to before running to hide in the bathroom. He listened to the hysteric crying for maximum 2 seconds before breaking down the door after having heard the shattering of a mirror, scooping you into his arms as you begged for the hallucinations to finally stop torturing your mind.
He didn't mind the blood spilling from your bare knees as you sat in between the mirror shards littering the ground as he fought against you while you fought against him and the demons you were seeing in your terror and only when he forced your face to look at him did you finally give in, finally believing him when he promised that it really was him and not your mind playing tricks on you.
God, just how many times had you seen him when in reality he had still been gone?
Until you had calmed down, hours had gone by when you had passed out from exhaustion right into his arms and for you to get better it had taken much longer.
That was 1 year ago and so far, things were going ok. Telling your family about the tragedy that happened while they were gone had put a strain on all of them and while everyone was trying to live with this new reality, distance had grown larger then you thought possible. But they were back, and that was enough for you.
Now though, you were suffering another night of insomnia so you had grabbed your phone and started your journey to Jeonghans place.
Seoul at 3 am was not your favorite place and walking past dark alleyways gave you slight serial killer movie vibes. Tightening your hold on your phone you dialed Jeonghans number, hoping you wouldn't wake him up.
"Hello there, sunshine! Why are you awake?" your friends far to awake voice rang through the speaker.
"You know, I could ask you the same thing." You countered and earned a huff from the other.
"Yahh, at least I'm in bed unlike a certain someone, right?" he answered just as the honking of a car was much closer on his side of the line then it could be if he was in bed.
"Didn't know that your bed is out on the streets now..." you called him bluff. "I'll be at your place in 15, you know."
There was a moment of silence on his side.
"Wait, you're outside? y/n! It's 3 am! That's so dangerous!" Jeonghan whisper yelled and you faltered a little in your steps, unsure if you should continue your way.
âSorry... I just couldn't sleep again and-"
You looked around yourself, suddenly feeling like you were being watched.
"Please, go home. Try for me! I'll be over in a bit but please go home!" His voice was urgent in a way you had never heard before. It made you nervous.
"I'm already at the sandwich place not that far and-" You were silenced when you rounded the corner, starring right into the barrel of a gun. The men in front of you, 3 in total were covered in black, guns ready to be used in their hands.
"Gimme the phone darling!" the one pointing his weapon at your face snapped. Fear took a hold of you and with shaking hands you did as told. Jeonghans paniked voice rang through the speaker, having heard what has been said on the other side.
"Not your night it seems like." One of the others cackled at your misery.
The third one grabbed your arm roughly, pulling you along into one of the alleyways while completely ignoring your struggles against his hold.
"No, please let me go! I didn't see anything and I-" you begged, voice wavering as you were pushed against a wall.
"Pull of your shirt."
No. No, this wasn't happening. Or was it?
Apparently you were taking to long.
"I said, take. It. Off!"
You whimpered and reached for the zipper of your jacket. The cold air making you shiver when you exposed yourself to the night and reached for the hem of your shirt. "Please don't do this. Let me go home and you can leave too and-" Pain shot through you as you got struck across the face by the gun.
"Shut up and lose the shirt, bitch."
âNow I do have to ask, is that a way to talk to a lady? Did your mother not teach you any respect!â
3 heads + yours flew around only to findâŚ
Nothing.
âUp here, pabo-ya.â
The heads flew up and came face to face with Seouls very own friendly neighbor hood spider.
He was hanging of the side of the building, head tilted to the side and web attached to the building.
âFuck off Spiderboy. This is our business and not yourâs.â the one with the gun growled annoyed and you could hear the sound of dissatisfaction when the hero jumped down to land on the ground.
âWe agree to disagree; is that the way to talk to a lady? Seriously guys, you are not exactly being gentlemen here.â The red masked guy taunted happily as he took two steps closer, causing the other 3 to build a barrier between you and him.
You frantically looked to the side, hoping to find something you could use to defend yourself while Spiderman distracted them enough for you to reach for the pipe laying not to far away. You probably would even have noticed if they werenât busy trying to scare the uninvited guest off.
The 3 gangsters were pissed, you could hear that even with having heard only half of what was being said and just when the first gun shot rang through the alley, you reached for the pipe you had eyed before.
The sound the metal made when it collided with the mans head that was closest to you would have on a normal day made you sick, but not now you only heaved as you watched him sink to the ground.
Spiderman, having taken down the gunner and now busy fending of the last one webbed his hands together, earning him a loud roar of anger which you silenced with another swing of your own weapon of choice.
You came face to face with the friendly neighborhood spider and for a moment you just stood there in silence until you could hear the sound of sirens in the distance.
The groans of the 3 taken down idiots filled the night and spiderman made quick business webbing everyone to the ground before shooting one up in the air to get ready to swing off; the other holding out to you for you to take.
âUnless you want to stay here to make a police report that the police of Seoul is to stupid to follow through with anyway, I can swing us out of here?â
Hesitant but cold you took it and suddenly he had is arm wrapped around your waist and held onto him for dear life while swinging through the night.
The wind tugged at your hair and clothes and you prayed to everyone who would listen that Spiderman wouldnât drop you. You werenât particularly keen on ending as human pancake on the asphalt.
Your feet hit the ground or more like a roof top. The rooftop of your best friends apartment building to be exact. Having spend countless of nights up here with him to chase the nightmares away just trying to feel his presence in the last 5 years right on this roof, you knew exactly where you were.
The question was just- no⌠this had to be a coincidence, for sureâŚ
âYou really shouldnât be out this late, itâs not safe for a lady like you.â Spiderman said and now that you had calmed a little after your adrenalin rush, something about the chiding tilt of his voice rang a bell in the back of your head.
âYeah, my friend told me as much⌠I was on my way to his place when iâ you know.â
The hero nodded knowingly. âYeah about thatâŚâ he stated calmly before suddenly ripping the mask of his head and your best friend long black hair fall in front of his face. âWhat the hell, sunshine?!â
What. The. Fuck????
Mouth basically on the floor you stared in Jeonghans horrified face. It was funny. Shouldnât you be the one to feel like that upon finding out that your best friend was fucking Spiderman???
âWhat are you doing outside this late? Were you trying to get yourself killed? Do you know how scared I was when you called?â
But it made sense. His late nights. The fact that he brought you here. His voice.
âYou belong in bed! Not out on the streets at 3 fucking am!â
Jeonghan paced in front of you, hand furiously buried in his hair and tugging on it while you still stood frozen on the roof.
âGod I think my heart stopped for a moment because of it! Youâre going to be the reason I go bald early and I hope you know that I will make you pay for every single hair dye job I get because of it!â
Your mind slowly caught up with the situation even if it gave you a headache. You rubbed your temple with the tips of your fingers hoping to make the incoming pain go away before it really started while Jeonghan kept ranting to himself without looking at you.
âJeonghan.â
âAnd not even that but what if I hadnât come in time? Huh, what then?â
You tried again.
âJeonghan!â
Failing.
âYou could have been kidnapped, thrown in a ditch or what not!â
You inhaled deeply.
âOr, or you couldââ
âJEONGHAN!â
âWHAT?â
He whirled around to finally face you. Realizing the situation you were in his stressed look changed into something akin to surprise.
âYouââ you stopped talking to gather your thoughts. âAre so lucky I love you or I might have killed you for keeping this from me!â you spit out, livid about the entire situation. You felt betrayed.
Spider man had been around for years, save for the years after the snap. Did that mean that Jeonghan had lied to you about this since the beginning? I had to be, there was no other explanation other then-
FUCK!
The words that had left your mouth came back to you.
Youâre lucky I love you⌠Youâre lucky I love youâŚ
The words echoed back, taunting you like the kids on the playground.
âYou-â
âNOT THE POINT, YOON JEONGHAN!â You yelled out in panic.
âWe are talking about this!â
âRight after you tell me what all this is about?â You gestured wildly to his mask and suit.
The black webs on red of his spandex contrasted starkly even in the dark of the night and Jeonghan had the guts to look sheepish.
ây/n, I- itâs complicated okay. There was this incident a few years with a radioactive spider and now Iâm your friendly neighborhood spider. Please donât hit me?â
His words came out so fast that you had trouble following.
âStill considering on that.â You shrugged, hands crossed over your chest.
You always had a weakness for Jeonghans puppy eyes and this time, just like the countless times before, they made you melt like butter in the sun.
âI hate you so much right now.â You sighed and Jeonghan cracked a smile.
âNo, you donât. You looove-â
Glaring hard at his smug grin you stared at the ground when Jeonghan stepped closer. You shivered in the cold of the night and your best friend gently loosened the grip you had on upper arms, taking your hand into his.
âIâm sorry, sunshine. I should have told you. Maybe then things like tonight wouldnât have happenedâ He raised his free hand to your face, fingers trailing down the side of it and sending shivers down your spine. This time not because of the cold.
âYou were there, werenât you? Just like always.â You swallowed with a lump forming in your throat.
âBut I almost wasnât.â
Whispering into the night quiet enough so a normal person wouldnât have heard it. âYet you were, and now get me inside. Iâm still freezing and Iâm tired.â
Jeonghan laughed loudly, hurrying to pull you towards the door to get inside you followed willingly. You would definitely make him tell you about everything in the morning and god better be with him when you do cause it will be the day Yoon Jeonghan will regret not doing so in the beginning.
But for now, all you wanted was get some much needed sleep.
âSo you lo-â
âI will hit you!â
#the diamond life network#k-library#k-labels#k-vanity#seventeen#yoon jeonghan#jeonghan#yoon jeonghan x reader#yoon jeonghan x you#yoon jeonghan x y/n#yoon jeonghan imagines#yoon jeonghan angst#seventeen x reader#seventeen x you#seventeen x y/n#seventeen imagines#seventeen angst#divider by cafekitsune
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folio thots anon here đ back with more thots but about matt this time
enemies to not friends but something hotter? ambiguous relationship
you bump into a guy in a ghostface mask (matt) at a halloween party that you didn't even want to go to, but were dragged to by your best friend. she's ditched you and now this guy almost knocks you over, but he's apologetic.Â
âyou scared me thereâ he says. you rebuttal that you didn't but he stands his ground. âno you look pretty scary. i'm terrified of hot women in a scary masks and fishnets.â and while you're definitely not dressed scary aside from a purge mask you borrowed from your roommate, you are dressed somewhat sexy in a black skirt and fishnets and now know this guy was checking you out.Â
a little back and forth flirting leads you back inside the house and any thoughts about ditching you had prior to this are gone.Â
he never takes the mask off and you don't either, but you start making jokes about not wanting ghostface to kill you which leads into a playful chase around the party.Â
before you know it you're alone in a room with him, your heart racing and thighs squeezing together because fuck you're actually turned on by this and fuck it, you do have a mask kink.Â
you don't even try to stop him when he approaches you, your hands already reaching out for him and undoing his belt before you fall to your knees and lift your mask up just enough to expose your mouth and take him.Â
only once he's hard and wet enough do you pop him free and stand back up for him to push you against the wall and take you, ripping your fishnets in the process.Â
it shouldn't be as hot as it is being fucked by someone you don't know, but holy shit why does that just make it even better to you.Â
and god he sounds so mean, calling you all sorts of degrading names; slut, whore, cockslut, even him calling you a good girl makes you clench and moan around him as he drives himself into you without mercy.Â
âyou like being fucked by some guy you don't know, huh? you like being a slut for my cock?â you're practically delirious as he says these things, and all you can answer with is yes, over and over until he finally pushes you over the edge.Â
when you finally come down from your high is when you see it, the lord of the rings shirt. you don't need to take the mask off to know who it is beneath, but you reach out and do so anyway. the smug look on his face makes you remove your own, ready to chew him out but he hits you with the: âi thought you knew it was me.âÂ
you didn't, or at least you think you didn't. in reality you'd know his voice anywhere, especially with the way it was growling in your ear, calling you the most degrading things imaginable. it's not that you hate matt, you just think he's an ass and yes, you've fantasied about hate fucking him but for it to actually happen is a whole different thing.Â
âif you tell anyone.â you threaten, but he's not scared of you, he's always snarking back and maybe that's why he gets under your skin so much. âwho am i going to tell?â
I absolutely LOVE enemies to lovers and hate fucking with Matt, that is my trope!!!!
You nailed this, because he WOULD be so mean to you, and calling you names and insulting you. And the fact that he knew it was you, but you didn't know it was him, but he got you all hot and bothered anyway??
He would be so smug about it, and teasing you all the time about how you were so pliant and begging him to fuck you.
#matt dierkes#matt dierkes fanfiction#matt dierkes fluff#matt dierkes smut#matt dierkes one shot#matt dierkes headcannon#matt dierkes fic#matt dierkes x reader#matt dierkes blurb#bad omens#bad omens imagine#bad omens fanfiction#bad omens smut#bad omens fluff#bad omens fic#bad omens one shot#bad omens headcanons#ask
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Even after he turns in his essay, he canât stop. Itâs not like heâs never written anything before, but those were the silly daydreams of a little boy with his head in the clouds, who dreamed of movie stars and damsels in distress. What heâs doing now is important. What heâs doing now is necessary.
On the third day in a row that heâs late to dinnerâso late that Soda has to reheat his plateâDarry says, âWhat you been writing about, Pony?â
âYeah,â Soda says, bringing the plate over and setting it down. âYouâre always still up when I try to go to bed. Iâve had to replace the batteries in your flashlight twice now. Are you writing another story?â
Pony shrugs. Suddenly, all the words that pour out of him so easily onto the page get lodged in the back of his throat.
How to describe it to them? The urgeâto not forget, to hold onto what was. To wring out the words and distill them into a watered-down version of his friends. Those measly words the only things left of Johnny Cade and Dallas Winston.
âHey, Ponyboy, whatâs wrong?â
Pony blinks, and Sodaâs blurry face peers at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Darry scoot his chair closer to the both of them. Both wear matching expressions of concern.
âI justââ He swallows past the lump in his throat. âI just want to remember them.â
His brothers donât say anything. So he keeps going.
âIâI canât let them just disappear. They were here. They were real. And now theyâre not. And I canât let what their tombstones say be the only thing people remember about them. They were more than just a date.â
Soda leans over and ruffles his hair. Itâs starting to grow out again finally, the natural dark roots beginning to peek through. âDonât worry about that, Pony. Youâll never forget them. None of us will.â
âYeah,â Darry agrees. âDallas and Johnny were family, and family donâtââ
âI canât remember what Momâs perfume smelled like,â Pony bursts out. âI donât remember what her high heels sounded like on the floor or the slight burning smell when she would curl her hair. And I try real hard to remember what it was like waking up and hearing Dad make coffee, but itâs gone. Theyâre fading. Like they were never actually here at all.â He clenches his fists, and thereâs still a faint ache in his wrist. âIâm not gonna let that happen to them.â
He doesnât tell them that sometimes at night, after Sodaâs fully asleep and snoring like some dang bear, he sneaks out of bed and into the closet where theyâve kept Johnnyâs clothes folded in a neat pile. Sometimes he holds them, brushing his fingers over the ripped jeans; sometimes he canât bear to sully them. Which doesnât even make sense because the shirtâs still got some of Johnnyâs blood on it so itâs plenty dirty already, but he still feels like heâll ruin it if he touches them too much or for too long.
Heâs broken out of his thoughts by arms wrapping around him. A moment later, another pair of arms joins the first. And then heâs clutching onto Sodaâs elbow and Darryâs forearm, and once again theyâre all holding each other.
He wonders what this scene would look like to an observer: three boys in a rundown kitchen with grime caked under their fingernails and wearing clothes that donât fit quite right. Unwanted tears escaping from tightly squeezed eyelids. A forgotten plate of food sitting on the table. No parents or friends anywhere to be seen.
He thinks they would see grief. And heartache and loneliness and pain. But maybe also hope. Maybe also love.
#AHHHH my first fanfic for this fandom#itâs 3 am but i couldnât stop thinking about this post#might transfer this to ao3 at some point but for now itâs a â¨tumblr exclusiveâ¨#my writing#fanfiction#this has gone through zero (0) editing#i wrote it and hit post#the outsiders#the outsiders musical#ponyboy curtis#dallas winston#darrel curtis#sodapop curtis#johnny cade#the outsiders fanfiction
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Season to Taste - 26/? WIP
Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.
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CHAPTER TWENTYSIX
               âYou cannot eat your weight in ice-cream. Itâll kill you.â
               âStronzata. Worse Iâll be is sick. I just thought that heâd maybe come hereâŚâ
               Vi lets out a sigh and drops onto the sofa beside him, forces him to shuffle over so she can snuggle into his side and she reaches for the spoon and takes a mouthful of ice-cream. He doesnât both protesting, heâs already gone through one tub and heâs already starting to feel sick, but itâs giving himself something else to focus on. He isnât heart broken so much as he is disappointed.
               âYou did say he wasnât the one.â
               âWell⌠no. But I still sort of hoped heâd maybe move here.â
               âAmerica might be home to you, but itâsâŚâ
               âYeah. Okay. Why would he want to uproot his entire life and leave his family behind.â
               âNot to mention not having a job here. And his English sucks.â
               âUgh. I know. I know okay? I was justâŚâ
               âA naĂŻve optimist?â
               âApparently.â
               âHmm. Well. You have the heart or a romantic at least, even if itâs the only Italian thing about you.â
               âFuck offâŚâ Bradley laughs, shoving into her and she grins back and he guesses sheâs done what she set out to achieve, and that was to cheer him up.
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               âFucks sake Leonardo, what did those onions do to you?â
               âNothing, Iâm justâŚâ
               âMissing your boo?â
               âFuck off Vi.â
               âThatâs not a no.â
               âIâm⌠wound a little tight. Yeah. Iâm missing him.â
               âMissing something, thatâs for sure,â one of the sous chef mutters and Bradley shoots her a glare and Vi snorts but continues in Italian.
               âYeah, no shit. Not just him but the sheer amount of sex you got used to while you were shacked up. Everyoneâs been getting it in the neck and have sent me to be the sacrificial lamb.â
               âWhat?â
               âYou know phone sex exists right?â
               âI canât ask him to have phone sex with me!â
               âWhy not? Itâs not like you two havenât had plenty of in person sex.â
               âHe hasnât raised it. I donât want toâŚâ
               âOh my god, how are both as idiotic as each other? Have you considered that heâs going to be just as horny as you?â
               âYeah, but itâs not like he can easily sneak off and jerk off whenever the mood strikes him!â
               âLike you can? Send him a series of messages or pictures so when he does have a moment, he can and then maybe heâll return the favor. Or you know. Be an adult and fucking talk about it. Cazzo!â
               Bradley looks down at the pulverized mess of onions. There is finely diced and then thereâs the slurry heâs created in front of him and he pulls a face and sets it aside. He can use it in a soup. Vi does have a point though and he guesses heâs going to need to see what steps he can put in place and maybe see Jake sooner than he thought.
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               Having Admiral Kerner know his name is unnerving, although it does wonders for his reputation, itâs not like heâs related to Jake at all. Plus those he considers sort-of friends are happy to share the baked goods Leo has taken to sending about every four to six weeks. Itâs after the second package that Jake takes the time to look up the 1986 Top Gun class with Nick Bradshaw, curious to know who else might be lurking in Leoâs past.
               Holy shit.
               The knowledge that Leo knows one admiral is surprising, but the idea he might know more is mind boggling. There are some absolute legends in this class and he wonders exactly how many have kept tabs on Leo. Clearly Admiral Kerner considers him some sort of family, but there are others, like Maverick Mitchell and Iceman Kazansky and Warlock Bates. Slider Kerner is right there and damn Jake wishes he could ask him how he got his callsign. Obviously Leo would much rather have his dad around, but he has people willing to step into the space left. He knows all about Leandro and Silvia, and Vi and all of Leoâs extended Italian family. He knows there is a godfather he doesnât talk to, and an Uncle Tom he does, although Leoâs only mentioned him once in passing, face twisted with something Jake couldnât place.
               Three admirals from one Top Gun class though, that seems disproportionally high, but he also guesses with the ages of everyone and their skill sets itâs maybe not uncommon. He thinks about Leoâs godfather, the person who pulled Leoâs USNA papers and sent him to fleeing to another continent. He frowns and wonders how you pull someoneâs papers, do you just have to be their legal guardian? Or was it a favor called into someone higher up in the chain of command. Leo hadnât said his godfather was in the service, but Jake is starting to suspect he might have been, even if he maybe isnât now and he studies the photo closely, wonders if any of the men in the photo are Leoâs godfather.
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               Itâs been a few months now and work is insane and he knows heâs wound up, but he also hasnât had the time, energy or, frankly, courage, to raise the idea of maybe sexting or sending slightly more risquĂŠ pictures. He knows his temper is shorter than usual, and heâs trying his utmost to keep it in check, although when heâs being filmed and they want the drama he lets it fly, glad to have the excuse. He ignores Viâs eyerolls and is apologetic when he snaps. He counting down in days now to when he will next see Jake, a trip to Japan where Jake will be having some shore leave and heâs doing his best to keep it a surprise but he cannot contain his excitement. Vi has worked her magic and heâs got four days of filming a guest spot on one of their cooking competition shows, after which heâll be able to see Jake for two days.
               Two days is nothing, not really. But it is still better than nothing and itâs definitely better than waiting another three months before Jakeâs deployment ends. Because Bradley knows Jake has other people in his life, that as much as he might like to monopolize all of his time when heâs not working, itâs not a realistic expectation to have. So he will work his ass off now so when Jake is on leave he too can be too. Sort of. Heâs not sure if heâll ever not be thinking about cooking.
               The sauce initiative has taken off, and heâs insisted on any profits that Maria was going to send his way are instead directed to the research around early onset dementia, which had made Maria call him a bastard, but heâs sure itâs because heâd maybe made her cry. He doesnât need the money though, and while his signature is on the bottles itâs definitely a joint operation, although they use a local commercial kitchen and small-scale bottling plant, there are definitely limited editions because Maria refuses to use any tomatoes not grown on their farm. Bradleyâs more than okay with that, as long as Jake continues getting his own supply.
               After his conversation with Maria a few weeks ago heâd found himself in a group chat with all of Jakeâs sisters, which has been a great source of childhood photos and stories, but also sharing news or anecdotes about their day-to-day lives and Bradley wonders what the hell he did to have yet another family just open themselves up and include him so effortlessly in their lives. Heâs well aware that theyâre doing it because of his relationship with Jake, but when a package arrives of pictures that Jakeâs nieces and nephews have drawn for him, a painting done by Olivia of Jake working picking tomatoes, handmade wooden utensils that Maria admits to making in her spare time⌠None of them had to do any of that and it makes him both grateful and also miss Jakeâs family almost as much as he misses Jake. Another reason why heâs happy to go and spend time with Jake at his home.
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