#errand boy in this case

[crazysnakey]

Something something about the Third Doctor and the fate of Tantalus. You're trapped in one place. Everything you want, that you once took for granted is right there in front of you, you can see it you can reach for it but you can never have it. You will never attain it on your own. Your fate is dependent on the mercy or cruelty of others and you hate it and you rage against it but you can’t do anything, your defiance is treated like nothing but a childish tantrum but you refuse to beg, you won’t get that desperate no matter how long you’re trapped here, no matter how low you’re brought down. You stand among humans and you look human but you’re not, you’re an animal in a cage with them and you’re the only one who can see the bars. Gnawing and hacking at them to no avail. And yet all you can do is wait and hope and try and fail in an endless loop until an outside force interferes to free you from your prison. The carrot and the stick. How does it feel to be on the receiving end?

[cosmicheartz]

giggles as i think about the absolute bullshit Narinder goes through post usurp in my canon

[erismourn]

i feel like someone put my body through a meat grinder

[sixeyesonathiel]

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[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: noncon, nsfw, morally grey reader

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about your loser colleague… He’s the nerdiest guy, and he’s got the biggest, fattest crush on you—and it makes him utterly blind to all your tricks and how you manipulate him to do your work around the office like your own personal errand boy.

You’re not mean. You swear it! You’re not mean—you know it’s wrong of you to enjoy and abuse his attention like this without any intention of ever reciprocating it! Of course, you know it’s awful of you to string him along, never telling him you’re not into him like that, that he’s wasting his time on you, that he should move on. You’re a nice girl! You promise! Of course, if he were to actually confess, you’d tell him the truth at once! You’d let him down easy. But as it stands right now, he hasn’t asked—and so it’s innocent—both his unworded crush and your unspoken flattery. Sure, it might be a little narcissistic, but it’s not a crime for a girl to bask in attention!

Do you lead him on? Mh… well… not exactly. You’re being nice, is all. Sure, some might call what you do flirting back, but you act that way with plenty of people, not just him. If he reads into it, that’s on him. Right?

Okay, fine, so you’re a little mean. So what? Is it really so wrong of you to play with him just a little bit? No. Or… at least not entirely. Think about it—in a way, you’re making his day with your little tricks. How you return his long longing stares with your own lingering looks and coy smiles—taking him outside with you to smoke during your break, talking to him in giggles over small inside jokes you’ve developed between just the two of you, applying your lipgloss all exaggeratingly as they do in the movies, borrowing his jacket when it gets too cold for you in your inappropriate tops, squeezing your arms tightly over your chest, making your tits squish up to meet him and his shameful leer.

Truly, adults shouldn't act this way—but you just can’t help yourself!

And it’s not as if he isn’t equally guilty! Looking at you like that! It’s not as if you don’t know exactly what perverted little thoughts go tumbling through his head—picturing you naked in compromising positions, probably playing with your image like a toy doll, dressing you up in kinky clothes to fit all his dirty fantasies, making you say all sorts of vile things for him.

You’re both awful! So it’s fine. A quid pro quo, as they call it. A tit for tat if you’re nasty.

And honestly, a nerdy guy like him should know better. A pretty girl like you—popular and a sweetheart, to top it all off—he can’t seriously believe he has an actual chance, can he? Of course not—that would make him delusional. You’re not torturing him. In any case, he’s torturing himself!

And you seriously think he might just keep it up forever.

But you might be going too far this time—laying it on too thick—stretching him too thin—asking him to drive you home after an office party, giggling and all but moaning all your words in the passenger seat next to him, wearing nothing but a short little black slip, no bra, no nothing except for a pair of strappy little heals. 

“Oh! What a night—these shoes are killing me!” you sigh while taking them both off as he drives. Even in your drunk state, you can see the way his hands tighten around the wheel and how he shifts all uncomfortably in his seat, breathing thickly—it makes you smile.

You throw your head back in relief once they’re both off—chest jutting forth as you rub your thighs together. And he swallows thickly—jaw clenched so tight, he couldn’t say anything even if he had anything to say. But you know he doesn’t—you, with your milky skin on display, have rendered him speechless. 

Your smile curls at the corners, and you know it’s cruel, but you have absolutely no idea how to reel it in anymore. He makes you feel like an untouchable goddess being worshipped—makes you want to laugh as he bows his head in the dirt and prays to you with all he has.

Oh, the poor boy, you’ve got him wound so tightly around your little finger—you don’t even know how to release him anymore. You’re both in way too deep, it’s getting hard for either of you to think clearly anymore.

“I’ll follow you in—just to make sure you get to bed safely,” he offers once stopping outside your place. And lost to the wine in your bloodstream, you haven’t the slightest little hang-up over how he knows your address without having asked.

Completely oblivious, you keep floating on cloud nine, smiling while murmuring, “What a nice guy~ How ‘bout you carry me up the steps as well—” 

You’d meant it as a tease, but he takes it in all manners of seriousness, rounding the car, opening your door, and then scooping you up before your bare feet even have the chance of meeting the pavement below—but you don’t complain.

Only cheering, “Oh~” 

It’s surprising, maybe even a little bit impressive. He’s tall, but he looks more lean than anything—like an overgrown boy—a far cry from a rugged man of strength, but here he is, acting just so, carrying you like a princess—with ease, you might add. But you suppose it’s been hard for you to tell his true build from beneath those big, cozy sweaters he always wears. Resting on it now, you can tell his chest is actually quite firm.

“I didn’t know you were so strong~" You keep flirting, paying no mind to how his hands grope into your exposed skin—you can allow him that much. Otherwise, feeling too swept up in your own feminine guiles—aroused by your sheer seductiveness—hot and bothered and thinking you’re going to touch yourself to yourself tonight and laugh about how you have the poor office loser waiting on you, hands and knees.

You find your keys in your clutch and unlock the door from the cradle of his arms—before you’re carried inside like a queen, all the way to your bedroom, where he lays you down gently on your bed. 

You sigh happily at the soft, nice embrace—feeling successful while melting into the cakey mattress—all but ready to find your vibe and ride the high.  That is, until feeling a certain pair of hands start undressing you.

“Hey—what’re you doing?” you jolt, gripping your dress in a panic—looking shock-eyed into his round ones.

“Just making you comfortable,” he says softly, looking a little bit like a kicked pup—making your nerves return calm. 

Oh, of course, he is—you can’t blame a guy for trying. However, there are limits to what’s allowed in this little game of yours. And you think that’s crossing one.

“Thanks, but…” You chuckle—faking being shy while batting your lashes. “That wouldn’t be appropriate. You see—” Voice sultry as you admit, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

How you have the gall to keep teasing him is beyond you, and so you keep blaming it all on liquid courage—otherwise, certain the devil is making you do it.

“Thanks for taking me home, though.”

You smile before turning to rest on your side, facing away from where he stands by your bedside with hope in his poor eyes—oh, you almost feel bad—if only your well-fed ego weren’t already making you feel on top of the world. 

“You can leave the key beneath the welcome matt. Drive safely. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Eyes closed in bliss while grinning from ear to ear, you’ve come to terms with your terrible nature and have found the perfect way of sleeping at night despite it. Your poor colleague, so hopelessly infatuated with you and such a sucker for it—making you relive your mean girl queen bee school days all over again.

It’s the drink! You swear! It makes you feel all types of demonic—wanting to play with your favorite toy—see just how far you can take it before making him break. But, as always, one should be careful what one wishes for.

“You know…” A dark voice occupies your bedroom. From behind you. You’d thought he’d left already—gone out to his car to beat his blue-balled cock to his fantasy of you, but no. 

“Playing hard to get is one thing…” he continues. “Being a stuck-up bitch is another.”

You try to whip around, but it’s too late by then.

“You’ve had your fun with me. It’s time I have my fun with you.”

Nothing could have prepared you for his sudden change—the moment when all your teasing and tricks finally made him snap! 

He’s on top of your back. Straddling you—a heavy hand in your hair, pushing your face back down into the soft mattress below, while the other hand picks your dress up, pulling over your butt and leaving it exposed.

“Hey! What are you—” You try to make him calm down—to stop—but it’s as though nothing you say has any impact—or, no—instead, it has the complete opposite effect of what you want.

A sharp feeling blossoms across your ass cheek. It takes a moment before you realize he’d hit you—spanked you.

His grip on your hair tightens, pulls your face up to meet him where he leans down to your ear—voice venom-laced and shy of unhinged, “You’ve enjoyed yourself tonight, haven’t you? Teasing and toying with me—thinking I’ll just sit back and take it.”

His hand digs between your thighs—slipping through despite how you mend them shut—now dragging his fingers through your puffy slit, forcing two inside your tightly needy hole, uncaring to the cry it reaps from you.

“I’m the one who made your pussy wet like this, so it’s only right I have my way with it.”

♡ BNHA – Deku, Shoto, Shigaraki, Shinso ♡ JJK – Nanami, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ – Kageyama ♡ CSM – Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Isagi ♡ WB – Sakura, Suo

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[xjulixred45x]

Imagine an adult Yuu who arrived at Twisted Wonderland PREGNANT.

This could be considered part of the Yuu! Parent variables (?). Perhaps the poor woman was returning from an early ultrasound (at 2 or 3 months old) when the black carriage hit her, scaring her to death upon her appearance in TWST. She must have thought she was about to be sacrificed to a cult.

I can definitely imagine the Squad characters being much more understanding/soft of this Yuu, especially Ace and Deuce. Ace wouldn't be so malicious at the beginning of the game (I'd like to believe that not even he would be capable of laughing in the face of a pregnant woman), and instead feels obvious guilt because Crowley has entrusted her with a mediocre job.

Deuce, my sweet boy, will set off all his alarm bells. He's the most outraged that the headmaster is forcing a pregnant woman to work ALONE, and if his dorm leader hadn't been so strict in the beginning, he definitely wouldn't let Yuu sleep in a dorm that's falling apart. Has Crowley gone crazy? Does he have no shred of decency?!

Grim probably thought at first that Yuu had eaten her baby, haha, and had to receive the wonderful "birds and the bees" lecture (much to Ace's amusement at Grim's horrified reactions). Let's just say Grim now insists on standing sentry in case Yuu decides to do anything too "dangerous for the baby" (humans are fragile even with magic; he has to take care of his minion!).

Jack, bless him, also tries to help make the ramshackle dorm safer alongside Epel, whether by removing the most rotten parts of the structure, helping clean, assisting with Yuu's errands, etc. Especially when she starts showing more of her bump.

GOD, IMAGINE THE DORM LEADERS!

Riddle was probably the only one who didn't realize Yuu was pregnant until the events of the Savanaclaw episode. And when he found out he almost seriously hurt a PREGNANT WOMAN? Trey and Cater practically had to keep him from banging his head against a wall for half an hour out of embarrassment and shame. He also drafted a LONG apology for Yuu, which was delivered with a giant strawberry cake (and one of those exaggerated bows I KNOW Riddle would do).

Thanks to his mom (for once in his life), Riddle is the most knowledgeable about useful pregnancy stuff! Whenever Yuu goes to Heartslabyul, she has access to calcium- and iron-rich meals (prepared by Trey), and teas that boost her immune system and combat morning sickness. Riddle is careful not to give her things like black tea or rosemary tea, knowing they could have negative effects (if it were up to Riddle, Yuu probably wouldn't walk unaided).

Leona is much more respectful to a female Yuu, we know that, but I don't think he has the energy to be rude, or be especially , well, Leona, to a PREGNANT woman. This ends up bringing out a side of Leona no one thought existed: an almost delicate side. Sure, he's still lazy and sarcastic, but he doesn't say no to Yuu when she asks for help with something, whether it's bringing something to her dorm or dealing with a difficult situation. he dosent even COMPLAIN. what did he do to the real Leona??

We all know Crowley doesn't give Yuu and Grim enough money to live comfortably, let alone considering they could soon have a new member on ramshakle. Yuu is now surprised to find extra money in the dorm after certain visits. Not that he'll admit it, but it makes everyone feel more at ease.

Again, I want to believe Azul wouldn't be capable of leaving a pregnant woman homeless, at the very least he offered her a place to stay in Octavinelle. It turns out the twins (especially Floyd) quickly took a liking to Yuu.

A cute scenario I came up with, when Yuu already has a prominent baby bump, is that she tries to joke with the Leechs that the nickname "shrimpy" doesn't suit her anymore, and that maybe they should change it to "whaley."

AND FLOYD IS LIKE, "Why are you saying that, Koebi-chan? :( Is someone calling you that? Come on, tell me :)"

I think the Octavinelle folks genuinely don't know how human pregnancy works, so they're surprisingly gentle and caring with Yuu (even when the baby is born, I can see Monster Lounge having a kids' menu for them).

Kalim, my god, Jamil is going to have to stop him from giving Yuu a completely equipped nursery for both her and the baby. Ironically, the one who's the most normal about pregnancy (the guy has 30 younger siblings, so he KNOWS about these things) and genuinely knows some home tricks that helped his mother when she was pregnant.

offers to organize a baby shower/gender reveal party! The bad thing is that it ends up being a whole festival with all of Scarabia participating. But hey, it's the thought that counts.

There's no way Yuu, who's already 6-7 months along, will wear the school uniform simply for comfort, so if you need help finding comfortable AND cute clothes, Vil will gladly help! Obviously, he's not as strict or harsh with Yuu due to the circumstances, but he still wants the best for her. Who knows, maybe they can pick out some clothes for the baby in advance.

Idia is afraid to get close to Yuu, not only because of social anxiety, but because of the thought that he might "ruin" the baby in some way. He needs a lot of support from Ortho and Yuu to even allow himself to have normal physical contact with Yuu, and just as he does, the baby kicks. Idia's heart is gone (everyone wants to feel the kicks now, especially Ace, Floyd, and Malleus).

They probably use some STYX or Ortho equipment for some of the baby checks, and he even gives an approximate due date, which feels bittersweet. Even if everyone does their best, Yuu still hoped to have his baby at home, but he doesn't complain when the boys do all this for them. It feels like Home.

Malleus is another who doesn't fully understand human pregnancy and is incredibly intrigued. It doesn't help that Lilia's answers to his questions are even more confusing, so he ends up going straight to the source of his intrigue, Yuu. Malleus is completely mesmerized the first time he hears the baby's heartbeat, completely fascinated by what human life is like compared to fairies/dragons.

That said, he proceeds to "scold" the baby when it kicks Yuu for "hurting its mother," not quite understanding the concept, but he has the spirit. Malleus is very scared of the idea of childbirth once he's educated on it (WHERE will the baby come out? HOW!?) and will probably try to improve his healing magic SOLELY because of that.

All I can say is that if the baby is born in Twisted Wonderland, they'll have a wide array of adoptive siblings, father figures, babysitters, and weird and eccentric uncles who will take very good care of them and its mother. So you can rest easy.

__________

(ESPAÑOL)

Imagínate una Yuu adulta que llego a Twisted Wonderland estando EMBARAZADA

Esto podría considerarse parte de las variables de Yuu! Parent(?)Talvez la pobre mujer estaba regresando de un ultrasonido de los primeros meses (2 o 3 meses) cuando el carruaje negro le paso por encima, dándole un susto de muerte cuando apareció en TWST. La pobre mujer debio pensar que estaba a punto de ser sacrificada a un culto.

Definitivamente puedo ver a los personajes del Squad mucho mas suaves con esta Yuu, especialmente Ace y Deuce. Ace no sería tan malicioso al principio del juego (digo, quiero creer que incluso el no seria capaz de reírse en la cara de una mujer embarazada) y más bien siente una obvia lastima de que Crowley le haya metido en un trabajo mediocre.

Deuce, mi dulce niño, le disparan todas las alarmas. Es el más obviamente indignado de que el director haga trabajar a una mujer embarazada SOLA, y definitivamente si su líder de dormitorio no fuera tan estricto al principio, no dejaría que Yuu durmiera en un dormitorio que se cae a pedazos ¿¡que acaso Crowley perdió la cabeza, no tiene el mínimo de decencia?!

Grim probablemente al principio pensó que Yuu se había comido a su bebe lol, y le tuvieron que dar la maravillosa charla de las “aves y las abejas” (para diversión de Ace por las reacciones horrorizadas de Grim). Solo digamos que ahora Grim insiste en actuar como centinela en caso de que Yuu se le ocurra hacer algo demasiado “peligroso para él bebe” (los humanos son frágiles aun si magia ¡tiene que cuidar a su secuaz!).

Jack, bendito sea, también trata de ayudar en hacer el dormitorio destartalado mas seguro junto a Epel, ya sea quitando las partes mas podridas de la estructura, ayudando a limpiar, ayudar con los mandados de Yuu, etc. Especialmente cuando empieza a mostrar mas la panza de embarazada.

DIOS, IMAGINENSE LOS LIDERES DE DORMITORIO.

Riddle probablemente fue el único que no llego a darse cuenta que Yuu estaba embarazada hasta los eventos del capítulo de Savanaclaw ¿y cuando se enteró que casi lastimo gravemente a una MUJER EMBARAZADA? Trey y Cater tuvieron que físicamente detenerlo de que se golpeara la cabeza contra la pared por media hora por la vergüenza, también redacto un documento LARGUISIMO de disculpa a Yuu, que fue entregado con una gran tarta de fresa (y una de esas reverencias exageradas que SE que Riddle haría).

¡Gracias a su madre (por una vez en la vida), Riddle es el que sabe más de cosas útiles para el embarazo! Cada vez que Yuu va Heartslabyul, tienen acceso a comidas nutritivas en calcio y hierro (hechas por Trey), Tés beneficiosos para el sistema inmune y para combatir las náuseas matutinas, aparte de que Riddle es cuidadoso de no dar cosas como Te negro o romero, sabiendo que podrían tener malos efectos (si fuera por Riddle, Yuu probablemente no caminaría sin ayuda).

Leona es bastante más respetuoso con una Yuu mujer, eso lo sabemos, pero no creo que tenga la energía para ser grosero o especialmente, bueno, Leona, con una mujer EMBARAZADA. Esto termina sacando un lado que nadie creía que existía de Leona, un lado casi delicado. Claro, sigue siendo perezoso y sarcástico, pero no le dice que no a Yuu cuando le pide ayuda en algo, ya sea llevar algo a su dormitorio o con una situación difícil.

Todos sabemos que Crowley no da ni de lejos el dinero suficiente para que Yuu y Grim vivan bien, mucho menos pensando que PODRIAN TENER UN NUEVO INTEGRANTE PRONTO, por lo que Yuu ahora se sorprende después de ciertas visitas, aparece algo de dinero extra en el dormitorio. No es como que lo vaya a admitir, pero todos están más tranquilos de esa forma.

De nuevo, quiero creer que Azul no sería capaz de dejar sin hogar a una mujer embarazada, aunque sea le ofrecería una estancia en Octaville, ya que, además, resulta que los gemelos (especialmente Floyd) se encariñaron con Yuu muy rápido.

Un escenario lindo que se me ocurrió, ya cuando Yuu tiene una panza de embarazada prominente, es que ella trata de bromear con los Leech de que el apodo “camarón” ya no le queda bien, y que a lo mejor tendrían que cambiarlo a “ballena”

Y FLOYD ESTA COMO “¿Por qué dices eso Koebi-chan?  ¿alguien te está diciendo asi? Vaaaamos, dímelo ”

Creo que genuinamente los de Octaville no saben muy bien cómo funciona el embarazo terrestre, por lo que son sorprendentemente gentiles y cuidadosos con Yuu (incluso cuando nace el bebe, puedo ver el Monstre Louge teniendo un menú infantil para ellos).

Kalim, dios mio, Jamil tendrá que detenerlo de regalarle a Yuu absolutamente toda una guardería completamente equipada tanto para ella como para el bebe. Irónicamente el que es el mas normal al respecto del embarazo (el man tiene 30 hermanos menores, el SABE de estas cosas) y genuinamente sabe algunos trucos caseros que le sirvieron a su madre cuando ella estaba embarazada.

¡ofrece organizar un baby shower/ fiesta de revelación de genero! Lo malo es que termina siendo todo un festival en el que participa todo Scarabia. Pero hey, la intención es lo que cuenta.

No hay forma en la que estando ya en los 6-7 meses Yuu use el uniforme de la escuela por simple cuestión de comodidad, por lo que si necesitan ayuda en encontrar ropa cómoda Y bonita ¡Vil le ayudara con gusto! Obviamente no es tan estricto ni duro con Yuu debido a las circunstancias, pero sigue queriendo lo mejor para ella. Quien sabe, talvez puedan elegir algo de ropa para él bebe de adelantado.

Idia tiene miedo de acercarse a Yuu, no solo por la ansiedad social, sino por la idea de que podría “arruinar” al bebe de alguna forma. Necesita mucho apoyo de Ortho y Yuu para siquiera permitirse tener contacto físico con Yuu de forma normal, y justo cuando lo hace, el bebe patea. A Iidia se le salió el alma del cuerpo (ahora todos quieren sentir las pataditas, sobretodo Ace, Floyd y Malleus).

Probablemente usan algo de equipo de STYX o Ortho para algunos controles del bebe, incluso el da una fecha aproximada de nacimiento, lo cual da una sensación agridulce. Aun si todos hacen su mejor esfuerzo, Yuu esperaba poder tener a su bebe en casa, pero no se queja cuando los chicos hacen todo esto por ellos.

Malleus es otro que no entiende el embarazo humano completamente y esta increíblemente intrigado, no ayuda que as respuestas de Lilia a sus preguntas son aún más confusas, por lo que termina lleno a la fuente de su intriga, Yuu. Malleus se queda completamente hipnotizado la primera vez que escucha los latidos del bebe, totalmente fascinado por cómo es la vida humana en comparación a las hadas/dragones.

Eso sí, procede a “reprender” al bebe cuando patea a Yuu por “lastimar a su madre”, no entendiendo bien el concepto, pero tiene el espíritu. A Malleus le asusta mucho la idea del parto una vez que se educa al respecto (¿Qué el bebe saldrá DE DONDE? ¡¿COMO!?) y probablemente trate de mejorar en magia curativa UNICAMENTE por eso.

Solo puedo decir que si el bebe nace en Twisted Wonderland, tendrá un vasto abanico de hermanos adoptivos, figuras paternas, niñeros, tíos raros y extravagantes que lo cuidaran muy bien a él y su madre. Así que pueden estar tranquilos.

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[soapcloth]

CW: soap x reader, brief mentions of past bullying, religious soap, pushy soap - dividers @/cafekitsune

The mortifying case of Soap having been one of your childhood bullies.

You spot him for the first time in years when he tugs open the door to the corner store just down the street from your parent's house—blissfully unaware of your presence as you duck away behind an aisle in hopes he won't spot you.

Despite being years older, its impossible not to recognize his face.

Last time you checked he had fucked off into the military. Why was he back in town at the same time you were? He never had been before.

Grabbing the last thing your mom needed, you wait until he's preoccupied at the fridge to sneak over to the till, ignoring the odd look from the cashier—of course John's grabbing the same old drink he used to make you steal for him. You can still remember the taunting bark of his laughter when you would sniffle and sob after delivering the beverage, absolutely sure you were going to spend the night in a jail cell if they caught you.

Bastard.

Placing the change on the counter you nod and hastily take your leave, about ready to cry tears of joy once you've made it out the shop door.

It's hard to believe he still has that much of a grip on your psyche all these years later.

Heavy breath billows from your lips as you take the crumbling road back to your parent's place, plastic bag smacking against your hip with each step—always the errand runner around here.

Even if the entire world shifted on its axis, you'd still wager that this town would manage to stay as is.

Three more days until you could go home—your real home; the spot on earth you had carved out for yourself, miles away from this unfathomably deep pit. Your scratchy childhood sheets give you a new found sense of appreciation for the set you had bought for yourself shortly after moving out; soft and well-loved atop your real bed, awaiting your return.

A large hand clamps down on your shoulder.

"Christ! Almost missed ye!" John coughs out, panting from his mad dash to catch up to you.

"Me?" you sputter out, spinning towards the towering man as you calm your racing heart.

The new angle gives you a clear look at the angry scar healing on the side of his head.

He beams, pupils a little out of sorts as he drags you in under a thick bicep. His scent is distinctly more man than you recall and his arms remind you of the sturdy branches belonging to a tree; limbs bigger than the ones you remember reaching for you when he used to chase you around the woods—you had thought them impossibly large then... what were they feeding him in the military?

"O'course! Who else but ye? That f'yer Mum?" he asks, grabbing your bag and taking a brief, distracted peek.

You don't get a chance to reply as switches his attention, nudging his nose into the top of your head to practically inhale your hair. he rumbles happily. "Thought I'd ne'er see ye' again."

you forcefully dig your heels into the gravel and wiggle out of his grip.

"Why would you want to see me? Don't you hate me?" you spit, frowning as you snatch your bag back.

You watch confusion eat away at him for a second before his thin lips press into a frown that mirrors your own, dark lashes trembling a bit as he glares a hole through you.

"Hate ye? Ye think ah hate ye?"

You weren't going to do this—not with the boy that had gleefully isolated you from everyone in your age range during the most important social years of your early life.

"Yer daft!" he suddenly laughs, slipping back into his jovial grin. "-Gave me a fright there for a second!" he pulls you back into him with embarrassing ease and begins to walk again, knuckles grinding into your head before he grabs the bag from you, a satisfied chuckle leaving his lips. "Cannae believe ye thought ah hated ye—Had the biggest crush oan ye,"

No.

"-Thought ah was makin' it obvious!"

No—not this.

"Ah was a jealous wee git, detested ye hangin' out with yer pals. Likely made a right fool o'maself." he rubs at your arm with his large, bear-like palm and sighs contentedly. "No matter, Ah'm no a teenager anymore. How long ye in town for?"

you tug your gaze away from the tight-fitting grey hoodie straining pathetically over his muscles, letting it land on your shoes. he notices your reluctance and laughs, giving you a squeeze

"-God gave me a second chance, ahm no lettin' ye slip away—Full steam oan till we’re wed this time, alright?"

[whorelaud]

OFF LIMITS – rafe cameron ¡ (03)

social media & irl AU !

pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch content sexual jokes, rafe being a sweetheart( & an idiot) !

NAVIGATION. series masterlist | 02 ¡ 03 ¡ 04

The past week was beyond perfect, you knew something bad was occuring, whether you liked it or not. Unlike what you had in mind, the trip was fun, with you and Sarah attached at the hip, doing everything you missed out on for the past two years.

You partied a decent amount, had a lot of dates and dinners, with Rafe and Ryan third wheeling, of course. And that's besides the beach errands you ran at least twice a day. However, that all came crashing down when you got your period, falling into a state of apathy the moment you discovered you were on it. 

It was bearable at first, you still hung out with the rest, sunbathing while they surfed, sat to the side when they cooked, but your cramps had other plans, ruining your day when you no longer could tolerate the pain, leading to no good. You locked yourself in your room, isolating yourself from everyone else, immediately brushing off their attempts to allure you out.

It was that bad, even Sarah chose to keep her distance, giving you space, fully aware of your mood swings when it came to dealing with your period cramps. The blonde did everything in her power to keep you comfortable, only reaching out to you when it was necessary, and to that, you were grateful, because Ryan on the other hand, was behaving like a total bitch. 

And well, Rafe was sweet. He was clueless, yet, he knew you were feeling under the weather, offering to take over your tasks when Rysn forced you to do chores. You had to keep reminiscing over the fact that this was a mere joke, and that he’s off limits, hence he’s your brother’s best friend. 

But how could you? Rafe was an angel, everything you looked for in a guy, and while it’s only been a bit over a week since you’ve met him, the subtle gazes you exchanged did nothing but create a giddy mess out of you. 

You forced yourself out of bed, body drenched with sweat due to the thick hoodie hugging your figure. You approached the bathroom, with the intent of freshening up, eternally grateful it was connected to your room. 

With a groan, you reached for the wood cabinets, unlatching them with a swift movement. You reached for the container of spare pads you had brought, heart sinking to your stomach when nothing came within your reach, indicating you were out. That only added to your pent up frustration, letting out a cry as you tossed the box in the trash. 

Those were supposed to last you a week, yet, here you were, out on the second day of your period. Usually, your cycle wasn’t on the heavy side, that it completely went past your mind to bring more, just in case it was one of those days. 

Your parents were nowhere in sight when you called out for them, implying that they weren’t home. You had no choice but to reach out to Ryan, contemplating whether it was a good idea with how whiny he was, a good chance he’ll probably refuse.

Therefore, it was no surprise when you knocked and called out his name, receiving no response in return. You rolled your eyes, erupting through the door, instantly regretting the gesture as you came to a halt, spotting none other than Rafe on Ryan’s bed, with your brother nowhere in sight. 

Rafe was accompanied with his phone, laying flat on his chest, his bare back glowing under the sunlight peeking through the window blinds. You grew flustered to the sight, forcing your eyes away from the latter when he perked up, conscious of your presence mere inches away.

A low hum bubbled out of Rafe’s throat, stretching his arms over his head as he tossed his phone to the side, now facing in your direction. He flashed you a tight-lipped smile, seeking his shirt with his gaze, not wanting to put you in an awkward situation with the state he was in. 

Right, he was shirtless, it was rude of you to come in without knocking, especially now, as your gaze burned holes through his skin, too hazed to pull your eyes away from his broad torso. How could you, when his chest was out on display, the view inviting, so there, it left you no choice but to stare?

“Sorry,” you muttered through a breath, clenching the hem of your hoodie in between your fingers. “I didn’t know you’d be in here, I thought Ryan was ignorin’ me.” 

“It’s okay,” Rafe reassured, throwing his shirt over his head. “Ryan’s not here, he’s been gone since this morning.” 

“Right,” you nodded, his absence skipping over your head. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

“Do you need anything?” Rafe interrupted your plan of exiting, causing your hand to halt around the doorknob. 

“It’s nothing,” you brushed off his concerns with a polite smile, “Jus’ wanted to grab a few things, since the fridge is empty.” 

“Okay,” Rafe shot back, springing out of his seat. “Let’s go.” 

“Wait, what?” Your eyes slightly widened, taken aback by his suggestion. 

“Do you not want to go?” He playfully poked back, strolling past you, your eyes following his figure, landing where he stood against the railing. “I’ll take you.” 

“You don’t have to!” You instantly refused, hands waving in front of your chest. “I’ll just wait until he’s back, it’s no big deal–”

“Don’t be stubborn,” Rafe chimed back, his footsteps echoing through your ears, observing as he walked down the stairs. He looked over his shoulder, merely to glimpse in your direction. “I’ll wait for you downstairs, come down when you’re ready.” 

Rafe left you no choice but to do as he said, throwing on a decent outfit before heading downstaits, and making your way outside. The latter already had the engine started, his door slightly open, with the hum of the radio playing in the background. He perked up when you approached the car, tossing his phone in the cup holder. Rafe watched as you got in, quickly clicking your seatbelt on, so you don’t delay your leave any longer. 

The drive to the grocery store stretched with comfortable silence, atmosphere heavy with tension you both chose not to address, letting it seep through the whole ride. You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding, exiting the car as soon as Rafe was parked. 

Rafe followed in your steps, attempting to catch up with you through the somewhat cramped space. It was a good grocery run, quick yet filled with chaos, as Rafe stacked the cart with unnecessary things that you knew would go unnoticed, only getting acknowledged once they’re past the due date. 

Despite your desperate need for pads; the whole purpose of this errand, your embarrassment took over everytime you circled around the aisle, eyeing it while you tried to come up with a good excuse for you to grab them, feighing the boy’s presence, who was growing suspicious because of how anxious you were. 

Rafe could only handle so much, halting when you hit your third round in the ‘hygiene care aisle’, the gesture earning a puzzled expression out of you. You turned in the boy’s direction, breath knocking out of your chest when you caught him observing the various type of pads displayed on the shelves.

“Which one do you want?” He questioned, hand landing on a random brand, one you’ve never heard of before. “This one?” ‘

He knew. The realization made your cheeks flush with heat, feeling it crawl past your neck, and settle across your face, your bewildered expression failing to hide your embarrassment. Usually, you were very vocal about your needs, you don’t get why it was hard to voice out what you wanted, especially in Rafe’s presence. 

Whether it’s you being nervous, or embarrassed, either way frustrated you, making you even more confused than you already were. 

“What?” You choked out, tensning from where you stood. 

“Do you not use that one?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowing with confusion. He clicked his teeth, observing each one, until he pointed at another brand. “How about this one? I heard it’s a good brand.”

“You heard?” You repeated, your voice filled with disbelief. “I– listen, Rafe, I don’t need them, let’s jus’ leave.” 

“Who are you fooling here?” He scoffed, slightly teasing with his tone. “You clearly need them, this is the third time we’ve come through this section, it can’t be for no reason.”

You hated that he was right, his statement making you even more flustered, creating a mess out of you in front of him. You cleared your throat, striving to come up with an excuse that will get you out of this situation, merely to result with nothing in return. 

“It’s not for me,” shit, “Sarah said she needed pads, it’s not something I could bring up, since you insisted on tagging along.”

“Mhm,” Rafe hummed, a knowing smile tugging at his lips, not convinced by your explanation. “Now tell me, which one do you use?” 

“I’m serious!” You exclaimed, abashed by his teasing. 

“Sorry, I mean, which one does Sarah use?” He corrected, chest swelling with pride with his words were getting to you, affecting you whole as you stumbled to mutter a coherent sentence out. “Now hurry, we don’t have all day.” 

“Oh, shush.” You rolled your eyes, suppressing the smile forming on your lips. “Don’t rush me.”

You paused for a second, snorting when you noticed him reaching for his phone, for the mere purpose of searching the brand he has in hand, his curiosity getting the best of him. You snatched it from his hold, placing it back on the shelf, the action earning a puzzled look out of the boy. 

“What was that for?” He started, voice so soft, that you almost felt guilty for interfering. 

“It’s not a good brand,” you reasoned, reaching for the one you always used. “This one is, though.” 

“Yeah?” Rafe questioned, his lips smudging with a cocky grin. “Does Sarah use it?” 

“She does,” you choked out, tossing the box of pads in the cart, completely avoiding Rafe’s gaze. “Let’s leave before it gets dark outside.” 

Rafe made sure to grab a few more boxes from the brand you had chosen, throwing them in the cart along with the other stuff you brought. You both stood in line, having gotten everything you wanted, merely needing to check out, and then you’d be ready to go.

There wasn’t plenty of people in front of you, relieved once you eventually reached your turn. Rafe was kind enough to do all the heavy work, handing the stuff for the cashier to check them out, insisting you let him do it when you offered a helping hand. 

The lady assisting you grinned, catching sight of all the chocolate bars and essentials displayed in front of her, mind travelling elsewhere at the sight of you two. Rafe stood next to you once he was done, flashing the lady a polite smile, one she swiftly returned. 

“You’re quite the gentleman, aren’t you?” She started, her voice earning your attention, as well as Rafe’s, whose knuckles hovered over yours, the fraction sending shivers down your spine. “Taking care of your girlfriend while she’s ill; not a lot of men do that.”

Her words made you stop in your tracks, the assumptions causing your eyes to widen with shock. Your lips parted to speak, striving to correct the lady, action falling short when Rafe beat you to it, the words he mumbled next causing your breath to hitch. 

“Aren’t I the sweetest?” He cooed, slinging his arm around your shoulder, then applying enough pressure to bring you close to his chest, now fully tangled in his hold. “Isn’t that right, girlfriend?” 

“What the hell are you doing?” You whispered through gritted teeth, just loud enough for Rafe to hear you. 

He cocked his head to the side, flashing you a look that almost melted you in the spot, his attempt to get you to go along with the bit totally working, even if it was a low blow. You stiffened under his touch, turning back to the lady, who was admiring you two with so much endearment, you felt guilty confronting her about the situation. 

This is not something your brother’s best friend should do; pretend you’re his girlfriend out in public, well aware Ryan would be against it. Hell, if Ryan was there, Rafe would be knocked out on the floor, as you were painfully aware of how protective your brother truly was, especially when it came to his friends. 

You’ve had a few of his friends hit on you, and that, it didn’t end quite well, with him cutting them off the moment they crossed the line. You didn’t want that to happen with Rafe, knowing how much Ryan cherished their friendship. Therefore, you didn’t wanna come in between them, ruin the last ounce of hope Ryan was holding onto, even if your emotions got in the way. 

The sensation of Rafe’s arm sliding down your waist pulled you out of your head, tensing under the boy when his hand landed just above your hip, his breath fanning over the sliver of skin around your neck not being of much help. And when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did, with the latter leaning forward, and placing a chaste peck to your temple. 

His lips burned against your flesh, skin hot on yours, that the moment he withdrew from the touch, you felt the world stop around you, mind too hazy to comprehend the gesture. You stole a glance over your shoulder, instantly fixing your gaze back on the lady when you caught him already staring at you, not failing to hide the smug smile spread across his face. 

A sigh of relief escaped your throat when Rafe reached for his wallet, the action creating somewhat of a distance between you two, one you desperately seeked. He handed the lady his card, humming to himself as he punched in his code number, clicking his teeth when it went through, verifying he was done. 

“Have a great day.” The lady mumbled, handing Rafe the receipt, with the boy contently accepting it. 

“You too,” He forced a smile across his face, pausing before he continued his sentence. “She’s actually my sister, by the way.” 

The lady was taken aback by his response, pausing in her spot. She watched Rafe strolling away, turning back to you, as you were just as shocked as she was, frozen where you stood. 

“Let’s go, girlfriend.” He tugs your wrist, instantly interwhing your fingers with his. 

The walk to the car was silence, the warmness of Rafe’s hand radiating heat through your flesh, the sensation accompanying your head, along with what just happened, the situation shocking you to your core. You felt guilty for the butterflies seeping through your stomach, aware that Rafe was messing around, and that this was nothing you should contemplate about, as he was nothing more than your brother’s best friend. 

Rafe let go of your hand, walking around the car, and opening the trunk to throw the stuff inside. He handled them with ease, putting the cart back in the parking area, making sure to be quick with his action. By the time he was back, you were already inside the car, holding back until he took your side to speak. 

“What the fuck was that?” You muttered, watching as Rafe started the car, attention fixing on the rearview mirror while he drove out of the parking lot, the hand stretching out to the passenger seat doing things to you. 

“What?” He chuckled, manspreading as he adjusted himself into a more comfortable position. 

“First, you pretend I’m your girlfriend,” you frowned, a look of disbelief displayed on your face. “Then you proceed to tell her I’m your sister?!”

“C’mon,” he stifled out a laugh, grinning from ear to ear. “You have to admit, it was funny.” 

“It wasn’t!” You snorted, rolling your eyes as you relaxed back in your seat, focusing your attention on the road.

“It replaced the frown on your face,” he reasoned, “You can’t tell me it didn’t work.” 

That was alone to have you melting, shutting you up right in the spot. The next few minutes filled with silence, background music echoing through your ears as you leaned your head against the window, enjoying the ride back with the dim darkness seeping through. 

And you were so close to falling asleep, your plan going interrupted when Rafe approached the Airnbnb, parking the car in the drive through once you were there. You sat up, an exhausted sigh bubbling out of your throat as you stretched your arms over your head. 

Rafe grabbed the bags from the trunk, catching up with you once he retrieved everything. You swiftly unlocked the door for him, the gesture earning a grateful smile out of the boy. 

“Did you have fun, girlfriend?” Rafe teased, head turning in your direction. 

“Oh my god, shut up!” Your pupils dilated with disbelief, taken aback by his question. “Can you not? What if someone hears you?” 

“Hear what?” 

A familiar voice erupted through your ears, causing you to freeze in your spot. You leisurely turned in the noise’s direction, immediately catching sight of Ryan, who was seated around the table, with food splattered in front of him. 

Your throat instantly ran dry, caught off guard by your brother’s presence, mere inches away from where you stood. Your gaze shifted to Rafe as he came in view, walking past you to approach Ryan. 

He put the bags on the counter, dabbing Ryan up before he made himself comfortable next to the latter. Ryan whined with complaints, grumbling when Rafe stole a fry from his plate, protesting to the latter eating his food. 

“Guess what,” Rafe muffled, swallowing down the food in his mouth. He pointed in your direction, Ryan’s gaze following his finger, until it landed on you. “I took my girlfriend grocery shopping.” 

Ryan almost choked on the food he stuffed in his mouth, swiftly turning his head in Rafe’s direction, nearly breaking his neck with the gesture. His eyebrows furrowed with annoyance, growing irritated by the smug expression spread across his best friend’s face. 

As for you, you were just as shocked as Ryan was, not expecting Rafe to mention the situation so casually, not in front of Ryan, that’s for sure. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” Ryan barely managed to speak. 

“What?” Rafe tilted his head to the side, gaze shifting back to you. “She’s my girl.” 

“Fuck off, Rafe.” Ryan defensively shot back, “Are you fucking messing with me?” 

“He is,” you beat Rafe to responding, afraid something might break out if the latter continued teasing your brother any further. “The lady assumed he was my boyfriend, and he will not shut up about it.” 

That earns a giggle out of Rafe, far too amused to acknowledge the fuming boy from beside him, slightly less mad at the explanation you offered him.

They spent the next few minutes bickering, with you technically third wheeling on the side. Rolling your eyes, you took your leave, making sure to grab the bag of pads before you strolled up the stairs, with the intentions of approaching Sarah’s room. 

Fortunately, her door was slightly ajjared, the sight of Sarah sprawled across the bed filling the majority of your view. You knocked on the door, peaking your head through to earn the girl’s attention, successfully doing so as she glanced over, gasping when she spotted you. 

“Bug!” She chimed, her excitement a silent invitation for you to enter. 

“Hi,” you flashed  her a smile, instantly embracing the girl in a hug once she was within your reach. “I missed you.” 

“Me too,” she muttered, face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. “Where were you?! ‘Haven’t seen you all day.”

“I went grocery shopping with Rafe.” You casually responded, your answer earning a scuff out of Sarah. 

“I knew it!” She pulled back, rolling her eyes with a hint of annoyance. “Is that why you both randomly disappeared?” 

“I guess,” you pursed your lips into a thin line, suppressing the smile forming on your lips. “It was an emergency, he insisted on taking me, though I was planning on going with Ryan.” 

Sarah nodded with understandment, eyes trailing to the bag in your hand, instantly catching on to what you meant. 

“I did lie, though.” You confessed, nose scrunching with shame. 

“About what?” Sarah chuckled, perking with interest. 

“I said they were for you,” your eyes forced shut, “I’m sorry, okay? He put me in the spot, that was the only thing I could come up with!” 

“No, that’s–” Sarah’s sentence was interrupted by the burst of giggles erupting out of her throat, unable to contain her laughter for any longer. “That’s totally valid.”

“Why are you laughing, then?!” You chimed in on her laughter, lightly slapping her shoulder. 

“I’m telling you Bug,” Sarah started, suppressing her chuckles. “He’s not buying that.” 

“You’re making it worse!” You groaned into your hands, falling back on her bed, now faced with the ceiling. “I can’t even face him, you should see the stunt he pulled on me in the store.” 

“Oh, that doesn’t sound good…” she trailed off, waiting for you to continue. 

“Well, we were checking out, then this cashier said he was a gentleman, blah blah blah, she assumed I was his girlfriend, and he sort of went along with it?” You explained, face flushing with heat as you reminisced back on the memory, recalling the feeling of his lips brushing over your temple. “He was acting like an idiot, going all ‘aren’t I the sweetest, girlfriend?’ The lady totally believed it! And guess what, Sarah?!”

“What?!” Sarah almost gasped, curiosity getting the best of her. 

“He fucking kissed me!”

At that, an audible gasp escaped Sarah’s throat, shock displaying across her face as her hand came up to cover her parted mouth. 

“No fucking way!” She whisper-yelled, repeatedly slapping your arm with excitement. “Was it on like– you know–”

“No!” You clarified, growing flustered due to her assumption. “He kissed my temple, barely even a kiss, but it still happened.”

“You know, I was so invested, I forgot he was my brother.” Sarah mumbled, her statement easing the awkward tension seeping through. “That’s crazy– I mean, not to be weird or anything, but Rafe’s never this touchy with anyone, he sucks at showing affection, especially in public.” 

“Don’t say that,” you started, feeling your pulse quicken over her words. “I’m barely holding back as is.” 

“Shut up!” Sarah scoffed, “But I’m serious, I’ve received a lot of complaints from his past girlfriends about that, I’m surprised he’d pull something like this, with you, of all people.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be against this?!” You rolled your eyes, covering how flustered you were with fake annoyance. “Why are you encouraging it?”

“I mean, it’s not like I can stop you two from liking each other,” she cocked her head to the side, voice tinted with hope. “Besides, I’ll be happy with any decision that you make, as long as you don’t get hurt, of course!” 

“Sarah,” your lips formed into a pout, not expecting her supportive words, though they drove you over the edge, with the forming crush sparkling through your heart. “Stop, why are you so sweet?” 

“Oh, come on, I've always been sweet to you.” She cooed, cupping your face with her hands. “Now stop acting sappy, and go freshen up so we can watch a movie.” 

“Fine!” You mumbled, chuckling when Sarah pecked your forehead, the sensation like feathers on your skin. “That tickles!” 

“It’s a goodbye’s kiss!” She exclaimed, joining in on your giggles. “I know you’ll take long to shower.”

“I’ll be fast.” You replied, getting up from Sarah’s bed, the gesture earning groans of protest from the girl. 

You barely managed to escape Sarah’s grip, walking back to your room. A hint of confusion washed over your voice, noticing the way your door cracked half way through, when you could’ve sworn you shut it before you left. 

The frown on your face was instantly replaced with a smile as you caught sight of the snacks spread across your bed, along with a heating pad on the side, the familiar chocolate bars unveiling the identity of the person who sprawled these out for you. 

Your eyebrows curled at the sight of the cyan pink sticky note just above the heating pad, growing intrigued as you reached out to grab it, the smile on your face spreading into a foolish grin once you read what was written on it. 

I know it’s not much, but I hope you feel better, girlfriend ;) - r

Your heart skipped a beat at the note, feeling heat crawl past your neck, until it settled on your face. It wouldn't hurt to thank him for this, right? It’s not like you were making a move on him, your action a mere return for his act of kindness, nothing more. 

So you did, slightly hesitating as you exited your room, with the purpose of searching for Rafe. You followed the distant voice echoing through your ears, the sound growing louder the closer you approached the narrowed hallway. 

He must’ve been downstairs, along with Ryan, in the same position you left them in, probably still arguing over something absurd. The thought brought a smile to your lips, instantly fading once their words filled the echo of your ears. While you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you were somewhat glad that you did, Rafe’s next statement making your heart sink to your stomach, panic settling through your chest. 

“–Not! Relax Ryan,” Rafe argued, his voice slightly muffled. “I’m not gonna date your sister.” 

Oh. 

Oh.

“Don’t fuck with me, Rafe.” Ryan shot back, pent up frustration visible through his tone. “I told you already, my sister is off limits, don’t make me do something I’ll regret.” 

Rafe nodded, face twisting into something serious, replacing the teasing grin he had on his face. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he replied, “She’s like Sarah to me, and you know that.” 

Humilation couldn’t describe how you felt in the moment, his statement like a punch to your stomach. A wave of emotions rushed through your insides, ones you couldn’t even concentrate into words. 

That should’ve been expected, however, it hurt hearing it out loud, from Rafe of all people. 

a/n hi!! i hope you enjoyed it heheeh i promise i have soething planned out theyre not going too fast

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[cameronsbabydoll]

no cause scc!reader probably when her kids are older she starts like a cute etsy business and her kids help her and she’s so proud of herself and scc!rafe sees it and he sorta takes over trying to get people to invest and she’s just like “rafe is an etsy business”… here’s how it goes (ib: @rafeslittlepup)

she’s just trying to make her little handmade things—hair bows, custom recipe cards, vintage-inspired aprons—and she’s so proud of it, shipping them off in pink bubble mailers with dried flower confetti and hand-written thank you notes. it’s her soft little world, her cute side thing now that the house is quieter and the kids are older.

she’s working out of the sunroom, tea steaming beside her, favorite candle lit, typing out Etsy captions like:

“perfect for slow mornings 🌸 handmade with love 💌”

and the kids help her take pictures, package orders, even run the post office errands. her daughter helps her with aesthetic reels, her eldest son built her a little website (“just in case it blows up, mom”), and the baby boy makes stickers that say “made with love by mom.”

but then scc!rafe finds out it’s doing numbers.

and suddenly he’s pacing in the living room shirtless with glasses on, saying things like:

“you know if we brand this right we could scale. licensing deals, bulk production—baby, you’re sitting on a goldmine.”

and she’s just like 🧍‍♀️ sipping her iced matcha like

“rafe. it’s an etsy shop.”

and he doesn’t get it.

he’s running numbers, calling his lawyer, half-joking about putting it under a shell corp. meanwhile she’s just trying to make crochet mug sleeves for fall 😭

but deep down?? he’s so proud of her.

he orders from her shop using a fake name just to leave 5-star reviews.

he makes their daughter wear the bows out in public.

he gets a little shelf made for her “office” and calls it “headquarters.”

and when she hits her 1,000th sale he buys her 1,000 flowers and says,

“not bad for a housewife.”

with a smirk.

but then kisses her forehead like she just closed a million-dollar deal.

[lemonmaid]

A snip i need to get out of my head before bed. (Warnings pregnant reader, not proofed read, I'm so fucking tired)

Poly 141 x pregnant reader.

When you told the boys that you were pregnant, many many emotions but not one was negative towards you.

Johnny was excited, immediately thinking of names and happy that they almost have enough people for a football team (john thinks rugby would be a better sport but who is asking).

Simon who is immediately nervous due to his own family issues, he knows therapy can help with this but he'll be damn if he is ever like his father.

Kyle who is immediately thinking why it is important to know who the father is, even if he isn't the bio dad he is still gonna buy the proper hair products just in case.

John who is already crying, he is a big papa bear now and he couldn't be more happy.

Over the course of your pregnancy, the boys are literally waiting hand and foot for you.

Simon refuses to let you do anything on your own. You want to help with the nursery? No sit down and rest. You need to bend down and grab something you dropped? Nah call him even if he is at work.

John is up your ass about you doing exercises and taking your prenatal vitamins. He wakes you up at eight in the morning to do a light work out for your core muscle then makes you wind down for bed by 9 pm.

Johnny is always ready to make a snack run, even if John is against it, hell he even got back up emergency snacks in the car. Even though you all share an Alaskan king bed, reach over and shove him awake so he can do a quick errand.

Kyle is always with you when you are shopping, 100% he will agree with you on any clothing for the baby, you want the cutest expensive baby towel that is good for eczema? No problem. You think we should do cloth diapers? You're absolutely right, save nature.

When you have to get a body pillow/pregnancy pillow to support your stomach the boys are upset that they can't cuddle you without the pillow being in the way (or the little shit kicks them and it hurts you).

The boys love, LOVE it when you wear tight shirts, I mean look at that adorable bump and Jesus christ your breast have gotten so big.

Speaking of breast, Johnny is always looking at you like a kicked dog when you don't let him "help" you pump.

Please tell them when something hurts. Because these boys take everything too serious. When you started having braksion hicks, they were so paranoid. It got to a point where when you were in labor you didn't tell them untill they were 5 minutes apart. Which freaked them out, rushing you to the hospital.

The boys are 100% supportive of your birth plan, they really are.

But as soon as the contractions hit and they see your pained expression, they are immediately second guessing.

John is bluntly telling you to take the epidural.

Simon is rubbing your back telling you that there is no reward for having a natural birth.

But, you progress, practicing your breathing exercises, you've been training for this moment. You decided to bounce and roll on the yoga ball that was offered in the room, it help with the pressure.

Johnny is the one who has been trying to sneak you food, happy wife (or partner) happy life. But Kyle is nagging him how you cannot have food when you are close to labor (you're only 2 cm and it's been four hours).

Simon is encouraging you to sleep and rest, when you obviously can't Johnny is helping you recheck the diaper bag for the tenth time that night.

Kyle who is walking with you up and down the hall, purposely walking down the hall with the window where you can see the other newborns.

John who is now having panic attack, 'oh god I'm going to be a father'.

When it's finally time to start pushing, one of the nurses tries pushing out the others, thinking that John is the father. It wasn't untill your midwife told them to leave them be and that they can stay.

Simon and John who are holding your hands as you pushed, Johnny is playing with your hair to help distract you from the pain and Kyle is wiping your forehead.

When everyone hears the sharp cry that echoes in the room, the gasp is heard, when the newborn is placed on your chest, they can't help but shed a tear.

Simon and Johnny are telling you that you did an amazing job. Kyle is kissing your head, comforting your cries, John is watching the nurses every move with the newborn.

They all couldn't be more happier.

[cherie-doll]

LADS: They Take Care Of You After A Mission

༻ Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb ༺

₊˚✧ Xavier has medicine not for himself but for you in case you ever need it when you come back. He checks you over for injuries probably as soon as you pull away from a hug. Even if you try to wave him off saying you're not even hurt he still insists on checking for any injuries you could've missed. Silent while you're getting your rest, he will not make any noise at all to minimize the interruptions that could wake you up. He also gets jealous if you spend your following days off with other people, he'll use the excuse that you're supposed to be resting after potentially straining your body too much. Forget even sleeping in your own bed or apartment, he has you in his room instead. He insists on it since he can keep an eye on you, after all, hunters have to look out for one another right?

₊ ೀ Zayne won't admit it but people at his workplace; nurses and other doctors will notice how anxious he gets when you're not responding to his messages or calls. Everyone is worried thinking he's got some delicate surgery he's got to perform but no turns out he just hasn't heard back from some hunter he deeply cares about for some reason. When you finally do come back he'll be very upset if you don't come to see him right away. Not only because he is your doctor and he has to make sure you're alright but also just because. Like you two eat together nearly everyday why wouldn't you check in with him first? He might have to force his role as your doctor since you clearly aren't taking your health seriously. And as he tends to you, giving you a full checkup he's thinking about how grateful he is that you weren't hurt.

༄༢ུ࿓ Rafayel probably couldn't even focus on painting while you were gone. He made a few strokes with his brush and that was about it. The moment you came home felt like relief to him. He will not let go and will be extremely clingy which is rather unfortunate to your exhausted body. But he takes good care of you. He'll recharge your energy right away so you already feel better after a couple of days when normally you'd be knocked out for at least a week. And when you want to go away to rest in your own apartment and maybe not come out in like a week, he'll get very upset you're thinking about leaving his studio in the first place. Seriously?! You don't see each other for idk he can't count but you think one afternoon is enough for him to be satisfied from seeing you and let go? You're funny haha, please stay with him. please stay with him. please stay with him.

ᨳ᭬ Sylus doesn't see why you keep letting them overwork you when you could just switch to him; he would treat you better so much better. Whatever, he'll still let you rest before wanting to meet up because that usually leads to some very... interesting dates (flashbacks to all the times you've had to pull out a gun mid-date to take some enemies out). Also, he occupies himself when his favorite kitten is away. Despite your fatigue, you still open your phone to try and reach out to him, but if he's busy he'll send Luke and Kieran on errands to drop you stuff off, which he can and will go overboard with. Someone like you ought to get everything they need and his errand boys have to see that you're not left missing anything. Just because he's caught up in some business doesn't mean you have to be neglected. And you better be making sure you clear your schedule ahead of time because trust he will be making up his lack of time spent with you.

❦ Caleb knows exactly when you're home, matter of fact, he's right there waiting as soon as you unlock the door to receive you with open arms. He scares you because you don't remember giving him access to your apartment so how'd he get in? At the time you were more concerned about reaching your soft bed in time to crash. You don't even need to use your head to think anymore because he knows what you're thinking right now. You must be tired, right? So he already has your room cleaned and prepared, or he's also set up a place for you on the couch if that's what you prefer. If you're hungry he's willing to cook anything you want if he doesn't already have some five start meal warmed up on the stove ready to be served. You sure are lucky to have someone like him to automatically knows what you like, dislike and what you need in that exact moment. Surely, it's no coincidence how much he knows about you?

[duskbornraven]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

This took forever because my stupid brain fought me the entire month and a half I have been working on this, and he wouldn't shut the hell up.

Paring: Jack Abbot x f!Reader

Contents: mdni plot with smut, female reader, Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, general teasing, age gap, jealousy, a lot of just emotions in general, female reader and body descriptions, established relationships, No beta I refuse to leave the hill

Summary: Weddings are long and complicated affairs, and they often bring up a lot of emotions even when you're not the one getting married. Part 2 of this

Word Count: 10k

As the date of the wedding actually drew closer the more you couldn’t wait for it to be over. You were more than excited to go but it was still a lot for Jack, both in time management and emotionally. You saw it in the little ways, finding him asleep on the couch more than actually in bed, the signs of his pacing in the carpet, the way he seemed to cling to you when you were home. It was like you were the only solid thing in an ocean of thoughts. The way he kissed you felt more passionate, more like he was trying to swallow a piece of you to take with him. 

You went out of your way to make time for him when he was going to be home. Took little steps to make sure you saw him at least for an hour or two every day. Once you even took a personal day on his day off to just lay on the couch with him, head in his lap watching TV with his hand in your hair, the other propping open the book he had desperately been trying to finish for the last three months. 

It was one of the better days that you had both had in a long time. Not really even talking, just being allowed to co-exist in the same space as each other for more than an afternoon was more than either of you had gotten in what felt like a lifetime. 

It was a return to the cozy domestic life that had settled into the walls in your time together. If he was being honest, living with you was better than he had dared to hope. You brought life into the place and he had been missing it for too long. Even when he missed seeing you in the mornings before you got out the door, Jack could still find you in spilled coffee or warm sheets when he finally decided to try to get some sleep. 

You were the constant in his life that he missed most when you traveled. When family or work pulled you away it was like the world got just a little colder again. Sometimes translated into an extra therapy appointment before going home. But you always brought the warmth of the sunrise with you when the door swung open on your return. A little reminder that there was comfort in the day too, it just so happened that it only came in the shape of you. 

The past few weeks had been a limbo between the two ends of the spectrum. You were both home but he had to leave you more than he wanted. Slept longer when he did sleep, the struggles of working in medicine meant leaning on people who had more regular hours. Or in this case piecemealing together jobs for your groomsmen who also, mostly, worked in medicine. Jack was one of the lucky few who wasn’t at work during the day and he could help handle some of the day to day during the week. It just meant that he got home later in the day, which also meant missing you entirely when he did. It also meant that when you had errands to run at night you were long gone by the time he was forcing himself out of bed. 

The best example as the wedding creeped closer was dress shopping, something you had put off longer than you should have in all honesty. The idea had brought a new level of realness to being Jack’s wedding date. Even so more than actually attending the rehearsal dinner the weekend before. Now, standing here going through and trying to decide what would work best was stressing you more than you could have predicted. You had the brilliant idea to make a point of not showing Jack what you were wearing.The idea of something to surprise him with had seemed like fair revenge for all the photos of him you had received, looking obscenely handsome out with the wedding party. Adding insult to injury he got home long after you had passed out in bed, meaning frustrations were exceptionally high. Now here you were standing in the changing room absolutely torn on what to pick, you had narrowed it down to two choices. 

Either the safe bet or the one you had fallen in love with the second you tried it on. It was like it was made for you but it was a little too perfect for a wedding, at least that was the fear. You agonized over it, almost to the point of going against your promise to yourself and sending Jack a picture. You managed to hold strong not to actually send the photos though you did cave and ask him how safe you should play it, that you had something you liked and something you loved. It took him no time to reply. 

Go with your gut. Nobody there will hate you for looking good. 

Would be helpful if I could see it though. 

You didn’t even entertain that last text with a response. He could wait, he had been trying to get you to show him the dress since you made up your mind to specifically not show him. But you did take his advice, leaving with the one that felt like you. The one at the very least would get Jack's approval. Which was really half the battle you were already fighting in your head. 

It would be one thing if it was just an old military friend or someone from the hospital that was getting married. But life couldn't ever be simple. It had to be someone who followed him to the hospital after the army. An old, old friend who was probably inviting all sorts of fun and important people from Jack's life. 

Which also meant this wedding would be a lot of their first impressions of you. So no pressure at all, just the people who knew him best about to meet you for the first time in one big social setting, while he was also probably going to be at least a little busy throughout the night. No pressure at all. 

No matter how many times Jack told you that it would be fine it was a big deal. Probably the biggest deal of your relationship so far. It also, as Jack pointed out over dinner last night, meant that you would have to answer how you met, probably over and over again. The idea was daunting but with the difference in ages, careers and even work schedules it was probably going to come up. 

Just another thing on the ever growing list that you would have to be a little worried about. But all that did little to stifle the excitement at the idea of walking around on the arm of your incredibly handsome doctor boyfriend. 

When the day finally rolled around Jack was up before you were, and had gotten more sleep than he had planned thanks to you. You had fallen asleep on his chest, something that was a rare occurrence even with normal schedules and usually meant that he got a decent night's sleep. The added weight and your steady breathing almost always put him to sleep, especially on cool nights when the windows were cracked just enough to chill the room. 

He extricated himself carefully from under you, doing his best not to let you flop face first onto the mattress. You did stir just a little, a muffled noise that he knew was probably meant to be his name escaped you against the bed, or maybe a curse considering the bleary glare you managed. Thankfully it wasn’t until he emerged from the shower that you were actually waking up, hair still a mess and blinking sleep from your eyes. 

“You’re up on time.” You yawned, kicking away the sheets, your bare legs exposed covered only by the too large shirt of the week you had stolen from him. Your tiny, sleepy smile meant that you hadn't missed the way he tracked the movement of his eyes trailing up your thighs. 

“Had to be.” He was rechecking the bag he had packed last night, triple checking he had everything he thought he would need. He leaned forward supported by the bed, pecking you lightly on the lips before straightening back up. “Looks pretty bad if I’m late. But I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” 

Another yawn and a nod as you stretched back out on the bed, basking in the warmth that still lingered. “I can’t wait.” came the half awake reply as he ducked out of the room. Lingering only for a second to watch you start to drift back off, head buried in his pillow and swaddled once again in blankets.

On reflection, wedding party photos had to be one of the most time consuming parts of the whole day. He was one of the first to be ready that morning, had been ready for weeks mentally and really didn’t see the point in dragging out getting dressed. So here he was, changed and half asleep while waiting for the rest of the party to get ready. It was especially wearing because all he could think about was you. Still probably relaxing at home while he waited to get melted in the sun. He was finally going to get to see what you had been teasing him about for the better part of two weeks. 

It hardly seemed fair that you got to see him getting ready and he had to wait what was starting to feel like an eternity to see you all dressed up. He was a pretty patient man but this staring at the end date in its face was starting to crack the facade. Jack had been good and hadn’t gone snooping for it since you had stashed it somewhere out of eyesight. Probably for the best, he would like to think his restraint would hold but there was some room for doubt there. 

He endured the hour or so before photos and the impending ceremony pacing and letting the rest of the wedding party suck him into idle small talk. When they were released he fell to the back of the group, already pushing his social battery for the afternoon and with a mountain of small talk to climb. 

Old memories bubbling beneath the surface mixing with new excitement and the general anxiety that came with being involved in a wedding. He pushed it all down, letting himself get dragged into the conversation with the bridal party yet again. The two groups had been separate for most of the weekend other than a brief meeting the weekend before for a rehearsal dinner. It was pretty natural that there would be a lot of small talk. But he wasn’t sure he would be able to handle talking about his job any more than he already had. Too many conversations about how hard it must be doing emergency medicine and what made him choose to stick with it, how had he landed on nights? He was also relieved that most of the shit talk about him dating so much younger had been reserved for the nights out with the groomsmen. You never seemed to mind nearly as much as he did but that was because you were a saint with twice his patience. 

He was more than happy to be pulled off to help carry one of the photographer’s bags to the car. Taking the moment to check his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that hour. Normally you texted him periodically even when you knew he was busy. Now it was radio silent and he was almost certain you were doing it on purpose, making him wait to see you in person. It wasn’t that he couldn’t wait, it was that the anticipation was starting to eat him alive. He went to shove the phone back into his pocket when it vibrated in his hand. Checking the screen he paused mid step for just a moment when your name appeared with an attached photo. Opening it revealed a photo of the outside of the venue. A small crowd forming in the afternoon sunlight. Another message followed shortly after. 

Can't wait, I'll see you soon! 

Slipping in the backseat of the car he took a breath, already feeling his body protesting the schedule change in addition to far too much standing still. It had been wishful thinking that he would get a picture this close to the start time. One of the things Jack begrudgingly admired most about you was that you could be so goddamn stubborn when you wanted to be. You had been holding strong for weeks on not even letting him get a hint of what you were wearing, there was no way you would break now.

The drive wasn't bad, sitting with the guys, listening to them talk idly. They all shared the same nervous energy that he could feel still bubbling beneath the surface. Pulling up to the actual venue he wasn’t surprised to see a packed parking lot, grateful that he had to be here early and landing a decent parking spot for the truck. It wasn’t massive but he liked making sure that he would actually fit in the spaces when he would be somewhere for more than a few hours. Something you had commented on when you first started dating, his unwillingness to be that asshole with the too big truck. 

Jack once again found himself in the thick of the wedding party, entering through the main doors of the resort like other guests. A sharp right had them taking the side hallway to the back rooms to wait for their procession to start. Which wouldn’t be too much longer he noted checking his watch. He had checked the small steam of guests but hadn’t managed to spot you through the crowd. 

In what felt like seconds he was lined up for the walk and couldn’t help feel that familiar nervous energy. The gentle chatter of the crowd echoed down the hallway. Arm linking with the maid of honor he took a steadied breath as the music cued them to walk. Focused solely on getting them to their spot at the altar, not daring to look away from the cameras trained on them as they marched forward. 

It wasn’t until he took his place that he took the chance to scan the crowd, trying to remember where you were supposed to be sitting. It was a damn good thing he had kept his eyes forward. Watching an old man trip over himself walking down the aisle because his beautiful girlfriend had smiled at him would have been a rough start to the processional. Jack locked eyes with you; he was certain that was what would have happened. Your smile growing impossibly wider at him. He didn’t blush easily, but he could feel his cheeks burning under the lights now. Heat creeping under his collar and fanning into the tips of his ears. 

How he had managed to land you was beyond comprehension. Sitting there outshining everyone else in the venue, if anyone noticed his blatant stare didn’t matter. What mattered was the tiny smile you gave him when your eyes met, the way the light caught your hair. The wait had been worth it, you were beyond anything words could describe. He was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to keep his hands to himself if you had shown him that at home. Which may have been a part of the reason you waited in hindsight, making sure it would be wearable tonight. He doubted it would make it through the evening. 

Fuck was he lucky. As far as he was concerned the luckiest man in that building today. The thought circled in his head, as unshakeable as his focus. The best part was you knew it too, he could see you fighting to keep a neutral expression the longer his gaze lingered. You were the only thing that mattered in the world at this moment, the only thing that had kept him afloat the past two weeks. He was only able to look away when you gave the tiniest jerk of your head, pointing out the fairly obvious fact that he needed to go back to facing towards the front before the bride started her walk. 

It was a beautiful ceremony. He had known it would be from the start, the couple was so grossly perfect for each other it was the sort of romance you saw in seasonal romantic comedies. Jack was very honored to be standing where he was but nothing in the world could have stopped him from stealing glances at you during the ceremony. Catching you fighting back tears more than once. Fighting down his own emotion more than he would admit during it all as well, mostly happy, some of that lingering bitter pain that refused to leave no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. 

When they were finally released to go mingle before food was served Jack wasted no time in finding you. Arm snaking easily around your waist, tugging you into him, enjoying the warmth that radiated from you. He pressed a kiss to your temple taking no small amount of satisfaction that your hand tightened on his sleeve at the touch. “You look, I mean stunning isn’t even the right word.” 

That got the rare radiant smile that reminded him briefly of man on wax wings flying far too close to the sun. He didn’t care if his wings melted so long as he was the one earning that smile. As long as he was the one lucky enough to take you home every night to the bed you had agreed to share. Your flustered thank you was drowned out by the conversation around you but he didn’t need to hear it to understand it. Getting to mingle, you under his arm was really all that mattered the rest of the night anyways. He would have to leave you here and there but right now he was all yours. 

“Wanna show you off while we have time, come on.” He steered you effortlessly through the crowd, head on a swivel before leading you to a small cluster of groomsmen you had met very briefly at the rehearsal last week and a few others that you had not met.

Introductions were short made and it was pretty clear before they even said it these were vets. They seemed to know everything about each other, they all carried some of the weight that Jack did that felt older than the hospital. Sometimes even older than Jack himself. The newer faces approached to either hug Jack or clap him on the shoulder. 

“God damn it's not fair man. Abbot always gets the pretty girls.” One of the new, well they were all new to you, newer faces sighed. Watching as Jack absently slid an arm from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you just a tiny bit closer. 

“I do not. Just the ones that matter.” You were vaguely aware that your face grew hot at that comment. 

“It's because he traded one uniform for the other. Chicks go crazy for the whole solider thing and this mother fucker went and started medicine on top of it.” Another voice cut in. 

“Ignore them.” The guy directly next to you added. Also not someone you recognized. “They were the same way when I introduced them to my wife.” He offered a hand, “Nick, I don't think I actually said hi earlier.” 

“Your wife is also too good looking to be with you Nicky.” The original guy cut in before returning to his own conversation. 

“Bunch of jealous mother fuckers.” Nick shook his head, “if you ever want a friend who’s been dealing with these jackals for a while I can introduce you to Em. She’s always looking for a new friend.”  

“I think I might need the back up.” You said it half joking, but a new friend was a new friend especially when it came to having another safe face at these functions. “Thanks.” 

Almost immediately your new ally in the circle was tapped on the shoulder by another new arrival and was pulled into a side conversation. You were just happy to watch Jack talk, he felt younger the way people always seemed to when catching up with people from their past. His motions are more animated, more quick to smile than when he was with hospital friends. 

The announcement for dinner rolled around and Jack’s attention was back on you, hand slipping into yours. Tugging your attention out of the back half of a story Nick had been telling about his job, something for the city if you were hearing him right over the overlapping chatter. 

“Keep an eye out man, rumor is the vulture might show. Can’t believe he made the list after all that.” Another one of the men you didn’t really recognize had spoken up, eyes flicking between the pair of you. 

“He knows better than to try shit with me, if he does show his face.” You raised an eyebrow and he just shook his head in response. 

You didn’t miss the way a nerve jumped in Jack’s jaw when he said it though. The way his eyes started the familiar detailed scanning of the crowd that was only reserved for late nights and possibly dangerous situations. 

When you landed at your table near the front with the wedding party he seemed to relax, pulling your seat out for you, hand on your shoulder while he settled into his own seat, making an effort not to sigh as weight came off his feet.  

As predicted the questions started pretty much as soon as the other women at the table got settled. You were the new face, the latest addition to the circle. It was nice though that it had just now come up, one ask one answer. 

It was all the usual questions, how did you meet? Is it hard dating a doctor? It was always fun comparing how your friends reacted compared to his. As much as you got eyebrow raises with his friends at the age difference it was never as bad as he got from yours. Until you made it so abundantly clear that you were the one chasing this poor man, almost from the moment you met him actually. It usually helped clear the air and it almost always got a little bit of a blush out of Jack, tonight being no exception. 

Dinner passed with small talk as the attention faded from you, Jack was more than happy to let you carry conversation. When plates were cleared music kicked in, slowly at first letting the room settle. The DJ stepping up and cueing the first dance. Which was as sweet, watching them whispering in each other’s ear, swaying together. 

When the floor opened other couples trickled out to the floor. Laughing as they passed you both by. You were engrossed in conversation still, pulled into a story Jack had heard at every get together since the army. He was more than happy to watch the other couples on the floor, steadily building his own nerve. He hadn’t actually thought about this part when he asked you to be his date. He probably should have considered it but more than anything just wanted the excuse to spend time with you. 

As luck had it, he didn't actually have to formally ask you; the DJ called for the couples to come to the floor for the final dance of the evening. You were on your feet first, taking him by the hand and leading the way with a small crowd. He could feel his pulse racing, the rush of adrenaline like it was a looming fight not a dance. 

When was the last time he had actually danced? Let someone in like this, seeing him clumsy and awkward. His relife that you also seemed less than confident out here. It would have felt wrong to not at least get you on the floor, let you feel special, beautiful. Because you were. 

The song was slow, not quite anything formal but slow enough. Your body flush with his letting him lead you in a slow dance, more rocking together than anything else. 

“Having a good night?” Your voice came from his shoulder. 

“With you? Always.” He swore he could hear your face heat against him, feel the smile tucked into his shirt collar. “Are you having a good night? I know it can be way too much when we all get together.” 

“Can’t complain so far.” Your hand squeezing his just a little tighter. 

The gentle sound of conversation from other couples mingled with the music. A pair off to the left had each other laughing hysterically, holding each other up more than anything else. Both already looking more than a little tipsy already. 

“Thank you for bringing me.” Your voice caught his attention again. His arm around your waist pulling you a little tighter in response.

“Wouldn’t want to bring anyone else.” Pressing a kiss against the back of your hand. “Glad you said yes. It would be miserable here alone.” 

You looked up at him as the song came to an end, arms circled his neck and lips met his. The kiss was short, just shy of chaste, but held all the warmth of something much deeper. Everything good about you, shared in one moment. 

Jack led you back to the table, arm around your waist, thumb idly tracing small circles against your hip as you waited for crowds to part while people took their places in between the floor and your seats. It wasn’t much later that speeches started, which had almost slipped his mind entirely despite weeks of memorization. He blamed you for his memory issues tonight, he was still catching himself staring when you weren’t looking, the off and on drinking probably wasn’t helping much either. 

Jack’s speech was one of the better ones in your own personal opinion. That didn’t mean that you understood the subtle interdepartmental hospital jabs or the calls back to the military. That didn’t matter, the speech wasn’t for you. It was for the very adorable couple sitting beside the mic stand. Your bias came entirely from the fact that it was so Jack, the jokes, the timing, the rare genuine smile at the end. It felt like something he agonized over, read and then re-read to make sure it was perfect. The type of memorization that he had you quiz him on on occasional rare studies he found. 

Speeches wrapped and Jack left you again, dragged off to another round of wedding photos with more of the family. You were hardly paying attention to the crowd around you. More than happy to wait where he had left you at the bar and people watch and take a minute of silence after dinner. You hadn't anticipated a slightly tipsy guest joining you. Standing a little too close for comfort. It was hard to miss the way his eyes lingered a little too long. Or the way he let his arm rest a little too long pressed against yours before apologizing when you pulled away. 

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be drinking alone.” The smile was too easy, too familiar already. 

“I’m not drinking alone.” You nodded towards the doors that lead outside. “Just waiting for him to get back.” 

“Well if he’s not here then you’re alone.” The glass slid closer to you. “Come on, one drink won’t kill you.” There was something almost charming in the way he looked at you, but a little too smooth, an act that had been mastered rather than something natural. 

You didn't miss the way he brushed the back of his hand against your arm when he leaned away, leaving the glass almost touching the back of your hand. Smiling all the while like you were sharing a moment. Those brown eyes never leaving your face, too confident that he could wear you down. 

“It probably won’t, this conversation might.” You, maybe mistakenly, took the drink. Positive that you had kept your eye on it the whole time and honestly a drink might help you get through this easier. You could just disappear into the crowd, but that meant it would be a pain to find Jack again. If you waited you would be annoyed but easy to spot if the guy was still hanging around. Despite his persistence so far nothing was screaming at you to run, annoying yes. Scary? Not even a little. 

Admittedly you also didn’t know anyone else here that you were sure wouldn’t take the guy’s side. You were pretty sure the bartender was also keeping an eye on the situation from the glace she had spared you when he approached. Waiting and playing the cold indifferent card was winning out from the logical standpoint. So you moved a little further away and swirled the cup. Watching the mingling couples and praying that Jack would hurry the hell up. 

“Are you here with your boyfriend then?” Another casual lean too close across the cool bar top. 

“That is what I was hinting at.” You still wouldn’t meet his gaze, focusing on a group of women not too far away. 

“Is he a hospital or Army friend?” Pressing forward again, knowing you were almost out of bar to escape to. 

“Both actually.” You smiled at that, meeting his eye for the first time since he approached you. “I’m guessing you’re in the army camp.” 

“Naturally, Mark Taylor at your service.” He gave a slightly drunken salute, the smile a little more organic the more he drank, his eyes seemingly darker by the second. It did nothing to make him less gross, the charm still too manufactured. “Serving gave me skills in all things that matter, just an fyi.” 

Despite your attitude towards him Mark seemed hell bent on spending his time at the reception glued to your side, determined to keep the scrap of attention that you had given him. He was now regaling you with old tales of heroics that might have impressed anyone else in the room. He seemed fine, pushy and too much of a flirt, but not like an axe murderer. Your eyes broke from his the instant you caught the sound of the heavy doors opening again just audible over the crowd. 

Jack spotted you almost immediately where he had left you at the bar, further towards the edge and engrossed in a conversation with another man. Which, fair enough, he had been gone for the better part of the hour. He hadn’t expected you to sit in isolation, and had really doubted that nobody would approach you. It wasn’t until the crowd between you shifted and he got a good look as the man brushed a hand over yours while taking your empty glass. The one simple, intimate act lit a fire. The flicker of annoyance that got him pushing a little more aggressively through a suddenly too crowded room. 

When he was about halfway across the room it was easier to see that the man was pretty clearly a few drinks in. One arm used to support him against the solid wood, the other nursing a beer bottle. He was also too close, almost pressing up against you as he spoke. A strong enough breeze would have pushed your bodies together. You weren’t paying him any attention clearly scanning the crowd. The fire flickered steadily, that simmering anger below the surface. Until that supporting arm dipped boldly behind your back, pulling him towards you. Jack was through the crowd, stepping behind you as you pulled away from the other man. 

Anger turned to rage, turned to calm as his brain caught up. Not a stranger, not to him. Some asshole he had butted heads with for more years than he had cared to admit. Always turning up where he wasn’t wanted and pushing limits he really should know better than to be pressing. It looked like there was a vulture circling tonight. 

You overbalanced just a little, caught easily on Jack’s arm. The tension in his body was as plain as day, unwilling to look away from the perceived threat. But the weight of you against him broke that moment. Eyes finding yours and softening just a little as he searched them. 

“Been waiting for you.” Your voice was soft, a hand on the back of the neck pulling him in, letting the kiss speak for him for just a second. Possessive and demanding against you, pulling you impossibly closer, making his point. 

Kissing you was heaven, always had been, would be for as long as you let him keep doing it. This time especially was everything he needed that solid proof that he was the one supposed to be here. Maybe it was everything you needed too based on the way you gripped his shoulder, the reassurance that always came with his presence. He could tell you had been drinking, could taste the hint of the drink on your soft lips. He knew the same was probably true for you since  he could still feel the burn of whiskey in his throat.

When he pulled away he wasn’t surprised to see Taylor still watching, hand too tight on the glass in front of him. Those cold brown eyes unchanged after a lifetime out of the service. Jack also wasn’t surprised he had been after you, or that he wasn’t happy to see that it was him holding you. That you let him stand between the pair of you, a clear line in the sand. 

“Taylor.” Clipped and formal, disdain clear in his voice. 

“Abbot.” Equally as displeased as he scowled as Jack moved between you, blocking you mostly from sight. His back to you to face the other man fully, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulder. He wanted to touch you still, but also needed to be between the pair of you. 

“Been a long time.” His grip tightening on your shoulder, almost certainly risking a bruise, something he would make up to you later. 

“You got old.” The younger man scoffed, looking him over. 

“You haven’t changed, still circling where you’re not fucking wanted.” There was the old anger just under the surface like it always was when the pair of them were together. “Didn’t know you were going to be here, might not have come.” 

“Not surprised. There's a lot of things you seem to miss.” The other man was still looking at you and clearly directed his next question at you rather than the newest arrival. “This that boyfriend you mentioned?” 

“Amazing guess.” You tucked against Jack’s back more solidly, letting the warmth of him shelter you from the confrontation. 

“Shame that someone as pretty as you has such shit taste in men.” A scoff, the slamming of his drink and pushing the glass away. Eyes not leaving the pair of you, the way you clung to Jack. The tension that still coiled in Jack’s shoulders, the almost unblinking defiant glare. He caved, leaving his finished drink at the bar and disappearing into the crowd. Sparing you a backwards glance. 

“You good?” Jack had refocused on you. Eyes searching your own for the answer before you spoke, his hand cupping your jaw. 

“I’m a lot better now.” Your hand lingered on his arm feeling the tension leaving his body just a little, his attention refocusing on you. “Guy was persistent. Came over not long after you left. I wasn’t sure what it would take to get him to leave. He must have tried his whole playbook from the sound of it.” 

The simmer was back, the calm from the confrontation had faded but not the anger that the piece of shit had been there, had touched you. Had probably spent however long whispering the usual filth at you, trying to make you forget you weren’t here alone for however long you held his interest. 

He wasn’t aware that his jaw was locked, eyes almost unblinking as he watched the other man retreat through the crowd. His posture was too straight, like every muscle in his body had been drawn taught, a man ready for a fight even after the threat had passed. A man whose territory had been stepped on and the insult still lingered too bitter on this tongue. 

“Are you good?” Your voice snapping him out of the thoughts, didn’t dismiss them by any means but gave him the push to do something about it. 

“Will be.” His hand wrapped around your wrist, vice like, a solid tether to him while he led you wordlessless through the crowd. Effortless making a path through the sea of people, leading you to the stairwell in the far corner of the room. Pushing the doors open with more force than he intended. The noise almost immediately muffled by the cold brick of the stairwell. There was only one level below you, isolated and with some privacy in the corner under the steps. 

The door hadn’t fully closed on the level above you before your back met the solid stone of the wall behind you. His lips on yours, crushing you beneath him. His hand between your legs the faint scratch of nail against exposed skin before brushing against the thin cloth that separated you from his touch. The faintest scratch of his facial hair has his mouth broke from yours, moving deliberately along your jaw feeling the rush of heat across your skin at his touch. The jealous, clawing part of him finally quieted at your hands searching for purchase against him.

A desperate moan escaped you as fingers pushed aside the fabric, teasing before pressing a finger, then two into you. Lips and teeth trailing over whatever exposed skin he could reach as you writhed between him and the wall at your back. 

He hushed you, the sound muffled against your already too hot skin. Hands desperately scrambling for purchase against the fabric of his jacket. You were a wreck for him already, soaked and needy against his fingers. 

“All this for me? Or did that jackass get you this excited?” His voice thick as he spoke, pulling back to study your face. “Tell you how pretty you were? How good he'd make you feel?”

Any actual words you would have managed were replaced but a whine as he stilled, all but pulling away. Shades of brown eclipsing the green, pupils dilated. Studying your face, waiting for your answer, pulling a little further away from you, just enough for it to make the point. 

“You. All for you.” Your hips chased his retreating fingers, pleading, desperate. “Jack only you, please.” 

“Better be.” He pressed back into you, returning to the rhythm he had set. Free hand working his belt loose, watching you struggle to stay quiet. The way you arched against him when he curled his fingers just right. Earning him another muffled noise that might have been his name. 

It was impossible to ignore the way your desperate motions, the muffled whines fed the growing arousal pressing against you in the empty stairwell. The look in his eyes couldn’t even be deceived as hungry, starved was more accurate. A man who had gone days without a proper meal and had stumbled into a feast. 

“Been killing me seeing you in this.” His free hand teasing the material of the dress between his fingers. “Like it was made for you. Spent weeks making me wonder about it.” The drag of his thumb over your neglected clit, drinking in the way you fought to keep quiet, the way your breath stopped just for that split second. “Then I see some asshole practically begging to get you out of it. Doubt he would even know how to handle you.” 

A frantic shake of your head earned another circle. A pathetic noise escaped you and his hand clamped over your mouth, eyes watching the way yours seemed to grow impossibly more dilated. Something practically purring in his chest that he would have to dissect later. 

“Going to get us caught.” He rumbled against you. “That what you want? Let your new best friend find you like this?” 

Jack’s hand did little to muffle the desperate moans that you did very little to try to stop as the mounting pleasure coiled in your core. Another broken noise as his fingers worked instantly earned an appreciative growl as you clenched around his fingers, arching into him as much as you could. The building pleasure bringing tears to your eyes desperately searching his face. 

“I got you, let go for me.” Whispered against the shell of your ear, breath warm even against your too hot skin feeling that familiar tremble at your core. “You’re right there, I can feel it.” 

You didn’t need to be told twice, a muffled, broken noise as those eyes drank in your expression. Knees failing to hold your weight as your Orgasm ripped through you, falling into Jack’s solid frame. “There you go, there’s my girl.” His arm around you, keeping you upright. A kiss pressed into the side of your head. 

You were still in the weak and foggy state when the door pushed open on the level above you, the sound  of the party filling the space, echoing all around you. Bringing you back to the reality of the situation. There were at least fifty people just a floor above you, you had snuck off with one of the more important people in the wedding party. Of course someone would come looking for him. 

An echoing voice called down the stairs. “Hey Abbot, you down here?” 

“Yeah man, what’s up?” His voice was too even, way too controlled as he stood there holding you up with his fingers still inside you, watching you intently as your eyes cleared. A clear message to keep quiet reflected in them. 

“We need you for like five, maybe ten?” Came the echoing answer down the steps. “You good to come up?”

“Be right there.” The sound of the heavy metal door closing on the level above you and a pause before he stepped away, leaving you cold and empty. 

Heat rushing sight of him sucking his fingers clean before addressing you. “Meet you up there, give it a second.” A fleeting kiss, the taste of you lingering faintly. Those darkened eyes watching you for a minute longer before making his way back up the steps.

Jack knew he had probably been caught, had at least left the door open for speculation. It didn’t help that he had to wait an agonizing few minutes for the erection to at least start softening. It was a little hard to miss the way his dick pressed against the fabric of his pants. If he hadn’t been caught walking out hard would certainly raise a few questions. When it was finally clear to push his way back onto the main floor he found a small huddle of the other groomsmen. Walking to join them, hands in his pockets. 

If there was any suspicion here then they didn’t say anything to his face, which was a pretty good sign that he had been much less obvious than he had suspected he was. Or they were being nice, which was much less likely with the current company. They didn’t press against the excuse that he just wanted five minutes downstairs away from their dumb asses and the noise. 

The other guys just a little help getting the cars loaded for when the newlyweds took off.  It was pretty easy work and gave him time to actually go get himself cleaned up a little better. Catching Taylor watching him occasionally as he navigated the crowd, returning his glare with a smirk. 

By the time they were rounding up guests to leave you had managed to mingle and not draw any attention as far as you could tell. You had admittedly just latched yourself onto the group with the most friendly faces and hoped that Jack would find you eventually. 

“So we wind up having to bail him out of jail and half sneak him back on base with us.” You had landed yourself with a few of the people from dinner, most of the names lost somewhere in the ongoing list you had tried to remember. Currently you were in the middle of a story about the groom from back when they were all young and dumb. 

“And as luck had it, your very drunk friend wound up also being friends with the poor asshole at the gates that night, who maybe let you off lighter than he should have.” Hands in his pockets Jack had materialized once again, cutting through the group like a knife. “Who knew we’d be standing here watching him get married to that bartender.” 

His focus shifted to you a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “crazy what brings two people together sometimes.” He looked tired, not quite exhausted, the sort of heaviness you associated with a long day out rather than the drained man who sometimes returned from the hospital. 

The call to meet outside for the couple to leave was made, venue staff ushering the lingering guests out the back doors. The hall slowly emptying into the scenic night air, the lights of Pittsburgh proper admittedly made for a beautiful backdrop this far away. Guests formed a loose semicircle around where they had been directed. You, like the other guests around you, were focused solely on the couple as they exited from a separate set of doors. 

You missed the way Jack’s eyes had focused only on you. The way you craned your neck to get a better view. The way your face lit up again and cheered with the other guests. The way you brushed against him without even seeming to notice. The way your face lit up for the bridesmaid who caught the wedding bouquet, excitement for a total stranger radiating off of you. 

If the idea of marriage hadn’t already been spinning somewhere in his subconscious it certainly was now. It wasn’t hard at all to picture doing this again all of a sudden, but that also was because it was you. You had crashed into his life and dragged him back out of the dark, just a little. It wouldn’t be easy going through it again, just like moments leading up to today had been painful. But if it was with you, for you? It would be worth it. He forced himself to look forward when the crowd applauded again, the wheels still turning in the back of his mind, maybe picking up speed a little when you grinned over at him again. 

The pair of you weren’t the first ones to head back towards the main lobby but you were among the first. Only stopped by the occasional out of town friend wishing Jack a good night, offering a nice to meet you in your direction before slipping out into the night. The goodbyes were a little longer for those who, like you, who had rooms at the resort for the night. Not by much though as it was clear exhaustion was taking its toll. 

“Been waiting all fucking night to get you up here.” Arms pulling you against him once the door to your room shut. “Get to take this off you.” A hand trailed along the fabric still draping across you, tracking the zipper. The sound of the teeth parting the only noise in the room followed by the soft thud of the dress finally falling away from you. 

You slipped from his touch, shoes kicked by the door, bra discarded easily along the way, aware that he was trailing right behind you. Sinking onto the edge of the bed, looking up to catch the hunger in those eyes before pushing you back, the sheets cool against your already flush skin. His weight pinning you easily beneath him, kissing you like he may actually never get to again. His tongue danced so easily against yours as he re-mapped the roof of your mouth, like it had changed in the hours since he had last been able to kiss you like this. 

Your hands worked to undo his belt in the limited space between the press of his body, the hiss of the leather sliding through loops filling the room. The metal clinked against the floor a moment later joining the growing pile of discarded clothing. Jack reluctantly pulled away to finish stripping. Quickly at first, then slowing when he caught the glint in your eye, his own hunger mirrored in your blown pupils. Hands worked diligently, watching you grow more and more impatient, stepping out of reach when you tried to help.  

“I had to wait, you can wait.” He murmured, adding his shirt to the pile of clothing thrown behind him before settling on the bed to finish stripping. The leg came off, finally, but was left within reach. Wouldn’t want the damn thing getting in the way, didn’t plan to do much standing for a while either. 

He fell heavy back onto you, pulling you back into a heated kiss, the pull of your lower lip on his teeth. The heat of his skin radiated in the inches between you, there was something electric in that space, a distant rolling of thunder. Then a flash of lightning, pure electricity, as his hand reached to slide along your bare stomach and slowly inching lower. His eyes solely focused on yours as he boke for air. All the different shades of brown and green eclipsed by black, swallowed by the need that was threatening to eat him alive. 

Fingers once again finding their way against you, a satisfied noise escaping him when he felt just how much you needed him. Still needed more than the release that you had found downstairs, evidenced by the mess you had already made of your thighs. You could feel him twitch against your leg in response to your soft noise of pleasure. Helped wriggle out of your underwear when he tugged gently at the elastic.  

A shadow passing very briefly over his features. His weight disappears from you, only to feel yourself pulled to the edge of the bed. Hands pressing your thighs apart making room for him, kneeling in front of you. If there was a question forming it was swallowed by the moan that ripped out of you, the first experimental flick of his tongue, followed by something closer to a growl than anything else.

“Been too long.” The scratch of his beard against your things briefly as he trailed kisses along them. 

The heat of his breath against you then his tongue was on you, slowly deliberately. That desperate noise reverberated from him again as a desperate hand tangled in his hair. It didn’t take long for him to bring you to the edge. Devouring you like he would never get to again, like the way you moved against him, your hand tangled in his hair, all of it would disappear once he pulled away. 

But he did pull away to trace over your clit. Eyes locked onto yours, now focused solely on getting you to finish on his tongue. It was practiced as much as needly, savoring every second. Eyes shutting when he coaxed your release, his name falling from your lips over and over again, each iteration more desperate. Movements becoming lazy almost as he drank you in, only pulling away, chin glistening, when you gave a whine and an insistent tug of his hair.

His weight settling back against you heavily, the press of his painfully hard cock against your thigh, a hand trailing up your thigh, a finger followed quickly by another, stretching you open still. Another desperate sound from your lips as your hips rolled against the movement. 

“Still so needy.” It was a whisper, maybe not even meant to be said out loud. Words wouldn’t come to you, instead a whimper and a roll of your hips, arching against him, needing more. Not just inside you, but against you, needed to feel all of him against your skin. 

“Want more?” rasped against your ear, sending a humming jolt of electricity down your spine. The deliberate grind of his hard cock against your leg. “Want me, that it?” 

You nodded desperately, nails digging into his back. A keening whine escaping the back of your throat, fingers brushing perfectly against the spot that always sent fire through your veins. A teasing brush of his thumb over your clit, not enough, not nearly enough. 

“You can still talk, right? Use your words.” Another broken whine when his touch lessened and the need burned hotter, molten desire flowing through you. 

“Jack, please.” A gasping breath and when the only response you received was a raised eyebrow. “Please, I need you.” 

“I’m right here.” Teeth against the shell of your ear, another roll of his hips, “What more do you need?” 

Something between frustration and pleasure escaped you as the teasing touches became a practiced, patient circle that made you arch and squirm. Pleasure coiled below your gut, that familiar coil wound too tight, screaming to be let go. You still wanted, needed more, needed him inside you. He knew it, beneath the hunger and the want was that frustratingly smug confidence that he only seemed to get when he had you like this. 

“Fuck me. Please.” Shame long abandoned somewhere in the depths of those darkened hazel eyes.

He was off you, the absence of him making your suddenly too cold, too empty body arch, chasing after him. Only to be pressed back into the mattress a second later, the drag of his tip against you, thrusting shallowly against your ruined entrance, just shy of pushing into you. “All you had to say.” 

Before you could respond he was pushing into you, head falling into your shoulder. “Always so tight for me. Fuck.” 

He started slow, dragging himself almost all the way out before pushing back into you, inch by inch. Drinking in every reaction, the way your breath caught, the way your eyes widened. It had been too damn long since he had been able to have you like this, been able to have you like this. 

When he has his fill of the slow push into you and the soft breathy noises it pulled out of you in the quiet room he adjusted, pulling back as much as his position over you would allow. Your legs over those broad shoulders the next instant, pulled flush to let him press into you again. Blunt nails digging into the soft skin of your thighs his own groan mixing with whatever sinful noise escaped you. 

Head pressing almost too perfectly inside you, vision blurring as he set an unrelenting pace, head heavy, his breathing positively ragged. Your back curved, back off the mattress, his hands pulling you flush. Sweat running in thin trails across his arms, muscles flexed to keep you where he needed you. 

It wasn’t long before your feet met the starkly cold mattress, knees pressed into your own shoulders, arms falling either side of you to cage you. 

“Let me feel you, come on.” Another snap of his hips against yours. “Need to feel you come apart.” 

You were on the edge, white hot pleasure wound so tight it almost hurt. Your eyes screwed shut, head thrown back and trying to focus on the sensation. Until a too warm hand was pressed against your cheek. 

“Look at me.” Your eyes snapped open, matching his. Tears clouding your vision as pleasure built, watching him focused solely on you. “That’s it, so close, fuck- so close.” 

His hand fell away to help support his weight, his chest flush with yours, sweat sticking you together, ragged breaths fanning over your face, your neck, your shoulders as he kissed and sucked the exposed skin he could reach. 

The occasional scape of teeth as you fluttered around him, walls clenching, urging him deeper, faster. Whatever pace you had before had been abandoned for the desperate chase of release as the coiling tension snapped with earth shattering finality. There was nothing in the world but you, Jack and the bed cradling you in his embrace. Your voice broke, a string of oh fucks mingling with moans that could have been an attempt at his name, the syllables disrupted, ruined as thoroughly as you felt. 

You were lost in the fog when Jack came, his own voice failing him, buried as deep as he could be, letting your release rip his own from him. Letting himself fall heavily against you, soft kisses pressed against your sticky skin. His eyes falling closed as your heart hammered against his ribs, your arms pushed against him. He didn’t move, didn’t want to help you move him either, Jack was perfectly happy to lay here for the rest of the night. 

“Jack” You were laughing, god you had such a pretty laugh. “I have to get up at least.” 

“Give me a minute.” His face was still buried in the crook of your neck, doing his level best to drown in your scent. Warm and familiar and so inviting. He could stay here forever, softening inside you and pressed together. 

“Come on old man, I’ll help you get to the shower.” He pushed himself up with a groan. Sweaty skin feeling apart and he pulled out of you. grabbing the first piece of clothing he could find to help deal with the mess he had made of you.

“One of these days we’ll be prepared.” You took the offered clothing from his hand. “You’d think the military man would be ready for anything.” 

“If we start taking fire I’ll cover you.” He scoffed, getting himself to the edge of the bed. “Not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” 

“You started it this time.” Your protest was punctuated by the gentle creaks of the bed as you forced sore, shaking muscles to carry your weight. 

You weren’t far behind him though, sitting up carefully, considering you had to actually sleep in this bed after this. Slipping past him to get yourself a little more cleaned up and get the shower started, fully aware that you would take longer than he would to get presentable. 

Jack was watching the city lights on the edge of the bed when you finally emerged, half dressed and practically steaming from the heat of the shower. His head cocked when he heard you padding over the carpet behind him but he kept his eyes on the window. 

Only looking over at you when you settled yourself against him, hand tracing across his back. You didn’t say anything, knew him well enough to know he was thinking about something and just needed the quiet.

A slow breath, nervous even though he probably shouldn’t be, this wasn’t even top ten for most stressful moments in your relationship. But if he didn’t say it now he was worried there wouldn’t be another time. “I know I haven’t said it exactly, but” A pause, another deep breath, “you know that I love you right? Because I do. So much.” 

Silence, a yawning chasm that he was dangling over, hovering midair like a cartoon character before they realized the road had been stripped away from them. “Of course I know you do Jack. You don’t have to say it.” 

Your face lit up, tears in the corner of your eyes. The softest smile you had ever given him. “And I love you too.” The chasm closed, his feet back on solid ground, no  more fear of falling. 

He kissed you again, soft and slow, holding you to him, committing this to memory, willing this moment to be burned into his memory forever. When he pulled away your eyes were still misty, but also still so warm. Turning your attention back to the bathroom before glancing back at him. 

“You also failed to mention that we have that incredible bath by the way. We could fit like four of me in there” You pointed over his shoulder. 

“I didn’t think I needed to.” Eyebrow raising, fighting outright laughing at you. 

“Maybe we check that out before we go to bed?” There was a hint of that pleading tone, the one he would never admit made his resolve crumble. 

“Solid plan.” Feeling your weight dip off the bed followed by the sound of running water. The thought entered his mind that he was still probably the luckiest guy in the whole fucking building tonight. 

[starmaidengarden]

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 !

contexts: just some adorable headcanons about the Savanaclaw boys

— Leona : Ruggie : Jack : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. cute headcanons. pt2! Pic: Leo08ph on twt, dividers: uzmacchiato

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ He often pretends not to care, yet he always remembers the smallest details you mention, whether it's your favorite comfort food or the name of a book you love. When he's feeling relaxed in your presence, you'll notice the way his tail sways softly, a silent testament to his comfort with you.

⭑.ᐟ During lazy afternoons, he’ll let you nap beside him, content to drape his tail over you like a warm blanket. It's an unspoken sign of affection that he reserves only for you. His hair is off-limits to everyone else, but when you're around, he allows you to play with it. If you gently run your fingers through his hair while he dozes, you'll earn a soft purr in response, though he'll likely deny it if you bring it up later.

⭑.ᐟ Unknown to you, he keeps one of your hair ties or a small trinket tucked away in his coat pocket, where he often finds himself fidgeting with it during moments. Whenever someone annoys you, a low growl rumbles in his throat, an instinctive reaction to protect you. He has a skill for picking up on your emotions before you even have the chance to say them: “Oi. You going to tell me who pissed you off, or am I supposed to guess?”

⭑.ᐟ Despite his arrogance, which often keeps jealousy at bay, he’s fiercely protective when it comes to you. He has an unshakeable confidence that you’re with him, but he won’t hesitate to confront anyone who mistakenly thinks they have a chance with you.

⭑.ᐟ He’s not into PDA and prefers quiet dates in his room, enjoying each other's company. He’ll stay awake to spend time with you, but if you're tired, he’s fine with a nap. He might try to teach you chess, but he won’t let you win.

⭑.ᐟ You provide a balance in his life, challenging his aloof demeanor. You refuse to let him hide behind his “I don’t care” facade, he is a big softie we all know it. Instead of walking away as others might, you choose to stay, even during his more difficult moments. Your persistent presence chips away at his defenses and makes him fall for you faster than he ever expected.

Ruggie Bucchi ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ He sneakily brings you treats from the cafeteria, whispering with a cheeky grin, “Hey, don’t tell Leona, but I saved the last donut just for you.” It’s those little acts that make the moments feel special.

⭑.ᐟ When you’re feeling down, he has a talent for turning your frowns into laughter. He makes a game out of it, playfully overdoing his moves or jokingly trying to pull silly faces until you can't help but crack a smile.

⭑.ᐟ In a small gesture that means a lot, he keeps a photo of you tucked in his wallet, nestled next to a crumpled coupon and what seems like seventeen receipts. It’s a little glimpse into how he treasures the small moments you’ve shared.

⭑.ᐟ He’s always well-prepared, carrying extra hair ties, tissues, and an assortment of snacks just in case you might need something, jokingly declaring, “What, I’m just prepared for every situation!”

⭑.ᐟ Even when he’s running around town tackling little errands, he makes it an adventure. Picture him tossing you a soda while making a challenge out of drinking it without spilling a drop as you skip along. There’s a playful energy that fills the air, making the every day feel like a thrill.

⭑.ᐟ You often catch him whistling tunes while doing chores, a light-hearted soundtrack to the otherwise ordinary tasks.

⭑.ᐟ While he's quick to complain about the nice things he does for you—“Ugh, you owe me big time for this…”—he inevitably softens and helps you out anyway, even insisting, “Okay, move over, I’m carrying your stuff, too.” His gruff complaints are a gentle front for his support.

⭑.ᐟ He has a playful way of addressing you with nicknames like “your highness,” “boss,” and “my meal ticket,” each term laced with love and teasing.

⭑.ᐟ He may not get flustered easily, but when you compliment him sincerely or catch him off guard with a gesture of affection, it’s a sight to see. He freezes for just a beat, a look of surprise washing over his face, before breaking into a grin and burying his face in laughter, an endearing mix of bashfulness and delight.

Jack Howl ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Very respectful. Like, painfully respectful. He won’t make any moves until he is certain that you reciprocate his feelings—your comfort and consent are paramount to him. This deep-seated respect means that he often holds back, patiently gauging your reactions and emotions.

⭑.ᐟ He’s not one to seek out physical affection from just anyone; it has to be someone he feels truly close to. When it comes to those special people, though, he becomes a total softie, openly displaying his affection and warmth.

⭑.ᐟ When the weather turns and rain begins to fall, you can count on him to dash across campus, umbrella in hand, just to make sure you stay dry. His thoughtfulness shines bright in those moments, revealing his genuine care for you.

⭑.ᐟ He is the type of who notices when you have hair in your face and will move it aside. He wants to see your eyes and lips when you smile or laugh and likes to easily read your expressions. He finds it hard to do that if your face is covered by hair.

⭑.ᐟ If you ever want to train together, he’s all in. He’ll adjust his pace to match yours, ensuring you’re comfortable while pushing you to do your best. His encouraging words are a constant source of motivation, making the experience as enjoyable as it is rewarding.

⭑.ᐟ When he's jogging solo, he packs just the essentials: phone, headphones, water bottle, and timer. However, if you join him, he suddenly needs a first aid kit, a backpack full of snacks, a blanket, and a dozen other unnecessary items for a 30-minute jog.

[c4tluver02]

free movies

wc: 1.5k

summary: Normally Keith gives you a free movie just for being so pretty and kind. But what happens when he's gone and Steve's there?

cw: female anatomy, r has long hair, diva!reader barely but maybe?

a/n: so someone should send requests so im not only posting Steve in family video or in a pool........ i swear i acc have ideas guys!!!! Walk With Me.

The sun shining brightly through your window tells you it’s the perfect time to put on your shortest dress. It’s extremely hot out now that it's summer and wearing anything more than shorts and a tank top could kill you. It’s a nice dress that you can wear to run some errands like going to Family ideo, getting your car washed, maybe even a little sweet treat for all your hard work. It worked out perfectly. 

So when you walk into Family Video with your short dress and push up bra you expect to see Keith. Your sweetest smile is already on display, but there's no sign of him. Only two kids who look about your age stand behind the counter arguing so loudly that they didn't even hear the door open and close. Immediately dropping the smile you walk up to the counter and tap on the counter, hoping to get someone's attention. 

For Steve it wasn't even the sound of your nails on the ceramic surface but your perfume. It wrapped around him in a warm way, a hint of vanilla but not enough to suffocate him. He turned around to see where it was coming from and that's when he was met with you. In that pretty dress and, wow, your boobs look really good. You don’t look like you're trying too hard but it's obvious you're a little dressed up. 

“Is Keith in today?” You ask with a head tilt looking at the back door as if you're waiting for him to walk out of it. 

The two kids look at each other in surprise. No one ever asked for Keith, especially not a beautiful girl. Maybe you want to work here, Steve thinks. He really hopes that's the case then he could actually work up the courage to maybe ask you out? 

“Uh Keith hasn't been in for like a month. Now that the new arcade is up he barely comes around.” The girl with bangs says. Her name tag is a little scratched up. 

The boy however, Steve more like, he was silent as a mouse. Looking at you like he saw something otherworldly. 

“Oh..” You say. Trying to hide the little bit of disappointment you feel that your little tricks might no longer work. 

“Why do you need him anyways?” Steve asks. 

You bite your lip, a little embarrassed to say the evil plan you've had. But Steve thinks the action alone made his pants a little tighter. 

“Well, I would kinda flirt with him for a free film.” You say with a wince.

Both of their eyes shot out wide like you had told them you found a million dollars. Realizing how bad it sounds you are quick to explain yourself further. 

“Fake flirt! It’s.. it’s all fake.” Now you're feeling silly for coming in here lookin like you're trying to impress someone and they think it's Keith. 

“I just, kinda, come in and wear cute stuff and say hi and he gives me free movies.” You explain.

Robin lets out a laugh, it’s crazy but good for you! Steve thinks a little differently but is intrigued nonetheless. 

“So you just fake laugh at his jokes and he falls for it?” Steve asks, surprised Keith would let anyone have a free movie. Maybe he was weaker than they thought. 

“Yeah pretty much. I mean it's just putting on a dress, saying he looks good in his vest, and I walk out with a free film.” You say simply. The routine feels fine to you but now that you've said it outloud it’s not feeling so great. 

“Well we can’t give you a free film but if you still want one feel free to look around!” Robin has her customer voice back on, probably done with you and your dumb tricks. 

“I mean I could give you a friend's discount?” Robin sighs as Steve suggests it. Of course what worked on Keith is working on Steve. 

“Really? You’d do that even though we just met?” You give him a smile but this time it’s real. Nothing like the fake ones you would flash at Keith. 

“Yeah I mean just a one time special. Just because you pulled one on Keith and I’ve been wanting to do that since I got the job.” Steve laughs. It’s such a pretty sound. The more you look at him you realize his hazel eyes and amazing smile. 

“That's really sweet of you. I promise the next time I show up I’ll look more normal. I just wanted a free movie.” You end it with a frown, sad you’ll have to start paying for a movie that you'll only use once. 

Steve hates the look of a frown on your face. Your brows dip and the look in your eyes could break his heart if it went on any longer. Robin decided to walk to the back of the store and actually do her job. If you can pull one on Keith you can for sure pull it on Steve she thinks. She's surprised he wasn't target number one. 

“Well for any consolation, you do look really nice.” He hopes it doesn't come out as bad as Keith would say it, he just wants it to soften the blow. It’s just a movie but Steve has this urge to fix your problem. One could even say he needs to see you leave with a smile that's real. 

“Thank you.” It comes out sheepishly. This routine of words feels all too familiar for the situation. Normally coming out harmless but counterfeit, now coming out with heated pink cheeks and a hand twirling your hair. 

“Do you have anything in mind for the movie you want?” Steve asks, ready to help you in any way. What wonderful customer service, right? 

“I actually asked Keith to hold a movie.” You say with your hands coming to cover your face quickly. 

“Oh, okay! What's the name it’s under?” He can tell this whole moment isn't how you normally present yourself but it's fun to watch you fall apart in front of him.  

“It’s actually under his name. Or he told me it would be. God the more I talk about it outloud I feel awful about using him.” You’re back to biting your lip. Eyes on the prize, Steve. 

“Nah, don't feel bad. He actually threatened to keep my check if I was late one more time so now I have something on him. He deserves it anyways.” Steve shrugs searching for the movie Keith hid away. 

“I didn't even flirt with him the first few times I came in. I was just polite and I guess he took it a certain way and I guess I didn't say otherwise.” You keep explaining but Steve already sees you as some angel brought down just for him. The fact that you’re feeling like it’s your fault he flirted with you in the first place already shows Steve that your heart is in the right place. 

“You make it sound like you broke his heart or something. You didn't do anything wrong.” Steve confirms and you nod your head in response. Ready to let the topic go, buy the movie, and leave. This whole thing has knocked your ego down a few levels, especially when doing it in front of someone as gorgeous as Steve. 

He scans the movie and you pay in silence. It isn't awkward but it isn't something you want to linger any longer than it already is. Another customer has come in and Robin is there to help. You wish you could have met them in different circumstances, one where your ass isnt almost out of your dress and the flush to your cheeks isn't permanent. But maybe that's not a you problem but simply something that happens when you're around Steve. 

He gives you a smile that makes you smile in return. Like seeing something so pretty you can't help but become instantly happy by seeing it. 

“So when you come back are you still gonna be looking for Keith?” Steve asks with a hint of playfulness in his voice. His hands are pushed against the counter to hold himself up and he has really nice hands. 

“Why would I when this Steve guy is so much better? He gives friends discounts y’know.” You say back and Steve could hear the purr in your voice. 

But to look like the little gravel did not completely rock his world he rolled his eyes as he laughed. Steve puts your dvd in a bag and you really didn't need one but Steve needs an excuse to see you for even just a second longer. 

“I think you might need to become friends with me to get that.” He’s still got your bag, not handing it back to you

You shrug your shoulders and sigh. “Then I guess i'll be here often.”

[jackce]

I was commissioned by a mysterious person to work on 6 Prussia themed months 🖤🤍🖤 First is February was inspired by Valentines day ofc, but the main focus is Prussia's dissolution 😭 (That's a funeral flower arrangement, he's a prisoner after WW II and has just been informed of his fate) I wrote an small one shot in case you want to read it, it's Prussia's POV (English first / Español al final):

FEBRUARY

— The celebration is not on time, true, but you still have to look presentable.

I didn't ask what was so special about celebrating Valentine's Day on the 25th, in the Soviet Union they don't even celebrate that date, they said it's because it is a capitalist invention, but if you ask me, I think it's because they don't understand what love is.

Is not like I wasn't curious while they cut my hair the way it was when I arrived, while they shaved my beard and handed me a suit that could barely hide the kilos I've lost. But I learned the hard way not to open my mouth too much, something that I'm sure everyone who knows me would have wanted impossible. Ivan is miraculous, I suppose.

— You'll receive the visit you've been waiting for, see? I'm not as bad as you think — Still, Russia seemed eager to pique my curiosity.

"He's playing with me," I tried to convince myself. But when I mentioned it to Ukraine after she brought the first decent meal in years to my cell, she reacted with joy.

— It's your brother for sure!

She doesn't know, but even though my heart twisted with joy, the hope was painful.

But two years had passed already... And even though Russia had played me in other ways, it was the first time he tried too hard to make me look presentable, as if he wanted to cover up the dealings he's been having with me. "You're the only person who has a villain role and who he can vent to," Belarus had excused him once.

I tried not to think, but I still couldn't get rid of that bad habit. I was going to show myself to someone, that was for sure. But who? Maybe it wouldn't be one of us... Maybe just a politician, or even some errand boy. But... What if it was West?

Surely my brother had been asking about me all these years, if there's one thing he has, it's that he's tireless. I'm sure he hasn't given up, I'm sure this little meeting is the fruit of his efforts, just a glance to know that I'm fine, that despite the division of my territory, that every day I'm more just a name... I'm fine.

— I'm fine, West —I murmured to the broken mirror they lent me, joining the theater that Ivan wanted so much to present. Despite everything, I didn't want to worry Ludwig... I didn't want him to see me with pity.

— Let’s go. —Russia in person came for me, and for the first time in a long time I left my cell without chains or ties to hinder me.

He took me to a dining room where three places were set, my heart tortured me again when I confirmed that it was a visit.

Ivan asked me to sit down while he went to get the guest, he knows well that I no longer try to escape, besides, I don't want to escape, not now that I'll see...

— West... —I got up as soon as I heard the door open.

But it was just Russia, his victorious smile.

“I'm so sorry, it seems he's had other more important matters... But don't worry, he sent you a present.” He was hiding something behind his back, but I could see the flowers from there.

I managed not to make any expression, neither anger, nor shame, nor sadness, I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing that his stab was accurate. Braginsky didn't wait for me to say anything and showed me the decoration of lilies and chrysanthemums. It was a wreath that followed the shape of a heart, a ribbon with my name crossed through the center...

I must have lost the ability to hide my emotions, because the smile of the man in front of me widened.

The funeral arrangement could only mean one thing...

... I'm not even a name anymore.

----

FEBRERO

— La celebración se atrasó un poco, sí, pero tienes que estar presentable. No pregunté qué tenía de especial celebrar San Valentín el 25. En la Unión Soviética ni siquiera celebran esa fecha, que por qué es un invento capitalista, pero si me lo preguntan creo que es por qué no entienden lo que es el amor. No era que no sintiera curiosidad mientras me cortaban el cabello a la manera en que lo tenía cuando llegué, mientras rasuraban mi barba y me entregaban un traje que poco podría disimular los kilos que he perdido. Pero aprendí por las malas a no abrir demasiado la boca, algo que seguro todos los que me conocen habrían creído imposible. Iván es milagroso, supongo. — Recibirás la visita que tanto esperabas ¿Ves? No soy tan malo como crees — Aun así Rusia parecía ansioso por pescar mi curiosidad. "Está jugando conmigo" intenté convencerme. Pero cuando se lo mencioné a Ucrania luego de que trajera a mi celda la primer comida decente en años, ella reaccionó con felicidad. — ¡Seguro que es tu hermano! Ella no lo sabe, pero aunque mi corazón se retorció por alegría, la esperanza fue dolorosa. Pero habían pasado ya dos años... Y aunque Rusia había jugado conmigo de otras formas, era la primera vez que se esforzaba demasiado por qué yo me viera presentable, como si quisiera tapar los tratos que ha estado teniendo conmigo. "Eres la única persona que tiene un papel de villano y con quién puede desahogarse", lo había excusado Bielorrusia una vez. Intenté no pensar, pero aún no lograba quitarme esa mala costumbre. Iba a mostrarme ante alguien, eso era seguro ¿Pero quién? Tal vez no fuera con uno de nosotros... Tal vez solo un político, o incluso algún recadero. Pero... ¿Y si si era West? Seguro que mi hermano había estado preguntando por mi todos estos años, si algo tiene él es que es incansable. Seguro que no se ha rendido, seguro que está pequeña reunión es fruto de sus esfuerzos, solo un vistazo para saber que estoy bien, que a pesar de la repartición de mi territorio, que cada día soy más sólo un nombre ... Estoy bien. — Estoy bien, West —Le murmuré al espejo roto que me prestaron, uniéndome al teatro que Iván tanto quería presentar. A pesar de todo, no quería preocupar a Ludwig... No quería que me viera con lastima. — Andando —Rusia en persona vino por mi, y por primera vez en mucho tiempo salí de mi celda sin cadenas o ataduras que me entorpecieran. Me llevó hasta un comedor donde estaban puestos tres lugares, mi corazón volvió a torturarme al confirmar que se trataba de una visita. Ivan me pidió que me sentara en lo que iba por el invitado, sabe bien que ya no intento escapar, además, no quiero escapar, no ahora que veré a... — West... —Me levanté en cuanto escuché que la puerta se abría. Pero solo era Rusia, su sonrisa victoriosa. — Lo siento mucho, parece que ha tenido otros asuntos más importantes ... Pero no te preocupes, te mando un regalo —Escondía algo tras su espalda, pero podía ver las flores desde allí. Conseguí no hacer ninguna expresión, ni rabia, ni vergüenza, ni tristeza, no iba a darle el gusto de saber que su puñal fue certero. Braginski no espero a que dijera nada y me mostró el adorno de lirios y crisantemos. Era una corona de flores que seguía la forma de un corazón, un listón con mi nombre atravesado al centro... Debí haber perdido la habilidad para ocultar mis emociones, por qué la sonrisa del hombre frente a mi se amplió. El arreglo fúnebre solo podía significar una cosa... ... Ya no soy ni siquiera un nombre.

[kxsagi]

Hello! Can I request bllk boys with a reader who has respiratory problems and always get tired so easily/can't do much physical activity? I struggle with it and it sucks running out of breath doing basic things 😭 (With Isagi, Sae, Rin, Yukimiya and Reo please 🙏)

“𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲”

a/n: i hope you are doing well! please remember that it doesn't define your worth at all love 🤍

also not sure if you need meds for this, but i added it just in case! 

title was inspired by the song easy by mac ayres highly recommenddd

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, yukimiya kenyu, mikage reo

isagi yoichi

isagi panics the first time he sees you really out of breath, like, full deer-in-headlights energy. 

once he learns more about your condition, he becomes so attentive. 

always walks at your pace, no matter how slow it is. 

“you okay?” is basically his catchphrase when you’re out together. 

offers you piggyback rides constantly (and not even in a joking way). 

turns basic errands into fun slow dates: grocery store run? “let’s stop for a break. snack time?” 

always has water, your meds (if you need any), and a mental map of benches nearby. 

if you're ever frustrated about your limits, he holds your face and says softly, “you’re not weak. you’re just built different, and i love you like this.” 

itoshi sae

sae’s quiet, but you know he’s always observing you. 

doesn’t comment much, but the way he subtly adjusts the thermostat, brings your bag to you, or puts your meds in your coat pocket before leaving the house, it’s love. 

the moment he notices you getting tired, he wraps an arm around you and leads you to the nearest bench or chair. 

“sit down. don’t argue.” 

won’t let you lift anything heavy. like, nothing. grocery bags? no. laundry basket? absolutely not. 

if someone says anything ignorant like “you don’t look sick,” sae will turn and go, “and you don’t look that stupid, but here we are.” 

he doesn’t baby you, but he makes sure you’re never made to feel lesser. 

the calm to your storm when you’re upset about it. 

itoshi rin

rin does not understand chronic exhaustion at first and lowkey feels helpless. 

but he learns fast. and once he understands, he becomes protective in a very lowkey way. 

always walks with you on the side with more shade, notices when you start breathing heavier and immediately slows down. 

gets real quiet when you say you feel useless or frustrated. not because he doesn’t care, but because he’s thinking hard about what to say to make it better. 

his version of comfort is: “you’re not a burden. if anyone says that again, they can talk to me.” 

starts doing light stretching with you just to keep you company, even if he could be training. 

lets you use his chest as your personal pillow when you’re tired (and you catch him softly smiling every time). 

makes you playlists for when you’re resting, all filled with songs that remind him of you. 

yukimiya kenyu

yuki relates to your struggles more than the others because of his eye condition. 

he understands what it’s like to have a body that doesn’t always cooperate. 

“you’re doing amazing,” he tells you even when you feel like you’ve done nothing. 

loves planning soft, cozy dates that don’t take up much energy: bookstores, art galleries, flower markets. 

will read aloud to you if you’re too tired to do it yourself. 

the king of soothing you when you feel bad about missing out on something. “just because your pace is different doesn’t mean you’re behind. you’re still moving forward, love.” 

always has tissues, lip balm, and your meds in his bag. 

his camera roll is filled with sleepy, bundled-up pics of you where he writes lil captions like “my sunshine” or “resting beauty.” 

mikage reo

reo, rich boy with a heart of gold, immediately goes into caretaker mode. 

offers to fund every comfort item you might want: fancy humidifiers, cute inhaler cases, memory foam shoes, everything. 

but more than that, he listens. like, really listens when you explain what it feels like. 

“you don’t have to do anything to impress me. if all we do today is lay around and breathe, that’s more than enough.” 

brings you flowers when you’re stuck at home. 

takes you on bougie slow strolls through gardens or museums because “we’re not here to rush.” 

gets very pouty when you push yourself too far and don’t tell him. “you promised you’d take it easy, dummy.” 

makes sure you never feel like a burden, always a priority, never a problem. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢