#he got her coffee from the nurse’s lounge

[secondstar-acorn]

I’m on s1 ep10 of Gilmore Girls and I’m losing my fucking mind over how in love with Lorelai Luke is

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Crew Headcanon

Game Night: Hot Seat

Summary: What if the chef (you) hosted the Hot Seat game with the crew?

Pairings: Tulpar Crew x Reader

Day 156

One slow-ass day aboard the Tulpar, someone (probably you, possibly not) decided to shake things up. Enter: “The Hot Seat.”

Daisuke’s brilliant chaos brain kicks in: “Alright, everyone’s asses to the lounge!”

And by everyone, he means EVERYONE. Even poor Swansea, who, you can tell, was plotting your murder silently after his naptime was unashamedly snatched from him

Anyway! You explain the rules, yada-yada:

Take turns sitting in “The Seat” (a janky old pilot chair Jimmy swears is still operational—it’s not. It’s begging for retirement or a dignified death).

Everyone gets to throw questions at the victim-- I mean, participant.

Answer honestly or take a shot of Daisuke’s “mystery juice” (an ungodly concoction of random spices and liquid in the kitchen he found while he was cleaning - punishment by Swansea). He claims it's edible but aside from the glowing toxic green color, something's moving in the juice. Even Anya’s armed with antibiotics, just in case

Round 1: The Captain

Curly starts the game with the intention to stay honest and transparent, the way a captain should (hiswordsnotmine.) He takes a seat with the click of his cowboy boots, "I’ve got nothing to hide. Ask away!"

Question 1: "What’s the dumbest decision you’ve made as our captain?"

Curly's grin falters a bit before answering, "Okay, fine. There was this one time I insisted on manually navigating the Tulpar to impress someone... in my defense, those maps were outdated! And the the che-- I mean that someone was impressed… I think?"

Maybe it was the lighting, but you swear his forehead's starting to get shiny

Question 2: "What’s the real reason you became a captain?"

Caught off guard, Curly clears his throat, his composure slipping. "To lead. To inspire."

Jimmy raises an eyebrow. "C’mon, that’s the PR answer!"

"And… maybe I thought the uniform looked cool. Okay? Next question!"

Yeah no, his forehead was really reflecting light

Final Question: "Have you ever used your rank to get out of trouble?"

Curly’s face turns redder than a warning light, but he still holds his ground. "I… may have politely reminded a customs officer of my rank when they tried to confiscate my coffee stash. It wasn’t a bribe or anything!"

Curly is visibly flustered but still holding onto his Captain pride. "You’re all insufferable," he mutters, FINALLY wiping his sweaty forehead (it was dripping large drops atp). But when no one’s looking, you catch the smile tugging at his lips

Round 2: The Nurse

Anya walks in like she’s ready for surgery. Clipboard in hand, questions already prepped because no one’s catching her off guard

Question 1: "What’s the dumbest injury you’ve treated on this crew?"

Without missing a beat: “Someone tried to impress their crush, slipped on a banana peel, and sprained their wrist and their ego. I won't name names, they know who they are...”

Everyone looks at Jimmy

Question 2: "What’s the most non-standard thing in your med kit?"

“Glitter band-aids.”

"What!? But I never saw one of 'em on anyone."

"That's cause I secretly covered yours with normal bandaids, Swans."

Last Question: "Anya, what’s your guilty pleasure when you’re not in nurse mode? Something you’d never admit..."

In Anya's boyscout-ready clipboard of questions, that's one question that short-circuited her brain

"Uh, what do you mean by... guilty pleasure? I mean, I... definitely... DEFINITELY don’t spend my free time watching those... really bad reality shows, you know, like 90 Day Fiancé or The Kardashians... that’s just... so not me...heh..."

She pauses, realizing she’s digging herself deeper.

"And I definitely don’t have a secret stash of junk food next to me when I do... uh, when I watch those shows... because that would be... unhealthy... right?"

Her clipboard went straight at her face when you all snickered. The flustered nurse was something you weren't prepared to take in, but hey, you weren't complaining ;)

"It’s just for stress relief, okay?! It’s... it's not a habit or anything!"

Round 3: The Co-pilot

Jimmy struts up: attach all cocky gestures a man with an empire-rise-tall ego would do “Bring it. I’m unshakeable.”

First Question: "Do you have feelings for Y/N?"

Without missing a beat, Jimmy reaches for the juice… but instead of a shot, he downs the ENTIRE GLASS

Five minutes later: “I can feel it. IT’S REARRANGING MY PERSONALITY! That FUCKING JUICE is a CRIME to HUMANITY."

Ten minutes later: Trying his best to smile smugly despite the involuntary and random tremors that's hitting him every 5 seconds

Every time you look at him, he avoids eye contact

“It’s the juice, not me.”

Question 2: "If you had to kick someone off the crew, who’s it gonna be?"

“Oh, easy. Daisuke.”

Daisuke protests loudly, but Jimmy shrugs. “That juice deserves jail time.”

Jimmy spends the rest of the game poorly walking at a fine line between bravado and damage control, especially when anyone mentions you or the juice

Round 4: The Mechanic

Swansea reluctantly takes the seat, grumbling about how this whole game is a waste of time

"Just get this over with."

Question 1: "What do you think of Y/N’s cooking?"

He grunts. “Edible. Most of the time.”

“THAT’S THE NICEST THING YOU’VE EVER SAID ABOUT ME!”

“Y'right.”

Question 2: "Why do you always act like you don’t care?"

He scowls. "Because I don’t. Next question." But as the game goes on, his shoulders visibly relaxed, even had him smile when Daisuke roasted the co-pilot

When you teased him for enjoying the game, he went back at that grumpy (he thought it was intimidating, it wasn't) crossed-arms pose

"It's not the game. Yer all just idiots. Just like watching dogs catchin' their tails"

"Yeah and the Nile is a river."

Last Question: "Any sentimental moments with the crew?"

He clears his throat. "Sentimental, huh? Don’t think I’m the type to get all teary-eyed over people... but I’ll tell you, the day that Cap here, couldn’t even fix a damn lightbulb without asking me for help, well, that was... something. Made me feel like I still had some purpose 'round here."

He pauses for a second, almost looking like he was about to say more but after seeing all your expecting faces, the man just grunts and shakes his head

"That’s all yer gettin’ outta me. Don’t go thinkin’ I’m some softie."

All your mouths were collecting flies. That's the most emotional you could make Swansea be

Round 5: The Intern

Daisuke practically cartwheels to the chair... big mistake

Question 1: "Most immature thing you’ve done?"

“Immature? Me? NEVER.”

*Silence, t'was so silent that you could actually hear crickets despite free-floating in space*

“Okay, FINE. I might’ve accidentally stepped on the boss's face one night when I was aboutta pee. BUT I DIDN’T MEAN TO!”

"Oh, that explains the fishy smell. My bad Swans, thought it was your hair."

"Look who's talkin', as if I'm the one bathin' once a month."

Yeah, Jimmy's ego couldn't have been more trampled at this point

Question 2: "Most childish crew member?"

Rubs his hand like he's planning a complicated bank heist

"Easy... Jimmy. Why? Well, let me think… maybe it’s because the guy DRANK a juice just to dodge A QUESTION, might I add, that wasn’t even that BAD."

Daisuke crossed his arms and pouts like a disappointed girlfriend

"AND instead of owning up like a MAN, he KICKS ME outta the crew just for the heavenly potion I MADE. Yeah, Real mature, Jimmy."

Last Question: "Whose advice would you take: Swansea or Y/N?"

"Okay, this is seriously like one of those Resident Evil game choices, y’know? Like, who do you pick? Swansea’s all grumpy wisdom, and he’s got the whole... ‘I’ve seen it all’ vibe. I mean, boss is like the living manual for everything that can go wrong."

He glances over at you and grinned wider

"But then there’s Y/N, who’s always level-headed and knows when to just... chill and have fun. And your advice, like, it always has a twist of realness to it, right? You’re like... I don’t know, the sage with a spoon!... Or a butcher knife?"

Daisuke looks up at both of you, his expression is pure puppy-like distress.

"See? This is hard... I mean life and death situation hard."

"Well, the kid’s in trouble now. What’re you gonna do, Daisuke? Take the safe advice, or follow the one with sugar-coated truth?" Swansea bumps your side

"Ha! Mine's got pure truth and a sugary sweet with it, that's different, Swans."

Last Round: The Chef

Finally, you get forced into the seat (more like physically dragged by the men while screaming bloody murder) and everyone goes HARD on you

"What’s the weirdest thing you’ve fed us without telling us?"

"Weird is subjective, right? So if I thought the ingredient was normal, meh, does it still count as weird? Asking for a chef ;)"

"Are you the one who broke the coffee machine?"

"I mean, define ‘broke.’ If we’re being technical, it still turns on. It just, you know, sprays coffee sideways. That’s not broken, just... quirky."

"Do you actually like Curly's speeches, or are you just polite?"

You grinned

"Ah, well, they’re definitely… memorable. You know, it’s impressive how cap can make freighter maintenance sound like a call to arms. Like, one sec you’re zoning out, then next, you’re ready to fight a full Jedi council… for better fuel efficiency."

Who's the worst cook in all the Tulpar?

"Daisuke. Had the rare talent to almost burn the kitchen down, no, the whole Tulpar from just... boiling water. WATER!"

You succesfully dodged them all until you broke when Swansea narrows his eyes and growls:

"What happened to my tools last week?"

Visibly sweating but desperately clawing on the the little control you have left

"Swansea, listen… Those tools have been through a lot. They’ve seen things. I’ve seen things. The point is, they’ve served their purpose bravely. Now, about that wrench…"

At this point, You crumbled under Swansea’s intense dad stare and admit to using the wrench as a garlic crusher

The lounge area was filled with everyone laughing and whooping, and your reign of dodging questions comes to a dramatic (and pathetically hilarious end) after receiving a 20 push-up punishment from Swansea

a/n: second sem's been throwing me around like a ragdoll and it's been like two weeks... but yknow what, lemme make it a challenge. send some headcanon ideas cause all i can do is write at this point, not think :,)

[luveline]

Hi jade, I have a hurt/comfort request for Steve, maybe reader was there with the party for all the vecna stuff and maybe gets hurt, afterwards Steve taking care of her and staying w her in the hospital and stuff? Love your writing!

thank you for requesting <3 fem!reader

“Did you know there’s like, a concessions stand?” 

You moan at the pain between your shoulders, turning onto your arm. Steve lounges in the chair beside you with a paper plate of donuts on his chest. His legs are kicked up on your bed. He’s taken his shoes off, at least. 

“Free donuts, coffee, they even had flapjacks.” 

“Steve, I think you have to pay for those.” 

He puts the plate on your bed. “Well, they can’t send you to jail.” 

“‘Cos my back’s broken?” 

“‘Cos you’re too pretty for prison.” Steve sits up properly. “You need help?” 

He moves the donuts again onto your nightstand and hooks you under the arms to ease you into a sitting position. You’re back isn’t broken, for the record, but you fell funny coming out of the gate a few days ago and you haven’t bounced back yet. Worse, you've got an infected burn on your hand, wrist and arm from your Molotov cocktail. It’s out of commission, as are you while they pump antibiotics into the crook of your elbow. Steve’s careful not to tug your IV. 

You gasp, the twinge in your back turning to flame. “I know,” Steve murmurs, shockingly sincere, “I’m sorry. You’re not supposed to lie down all the time, or it won’t get better.” 

“I know.” 

“Yeah, of course you do. You know everything.” 

Insult or compliment, you’re unsure. What you do know is that Steve’s come to see you every day since you were checked in, he’s the one who checked you in, and he’s taken good care of you so far. He’s not even your boyfriend, you thought he liked Nancy— but he’s rubbing his hands down your shoulders and looking you in your face despite the horror he’s sure to be witnessing. Bruised eye, greasy nose, hair thankfully clean but completely untouched otherwise. 

“Better?” he asks, cupping your cheek. 

Is he gonna kiss me? you think. You glance down at his lips, then back up. Steve doesn’t notice or doesn’t mention it, his fingers drawing a gentle path behind your ear as his thumb aligns with your jaw. 

“Hey, don’t cry.” 

You shake your head. “No, I’m not.”

“Sorry, you just looked so sad for a second.” He laughs wryly. Though you don’t feel like he’s making fun of you, he teases, “Cheer up. What have you got to be so sad about?” 

“You keep harassing me.” 

“Oh, that’s how it is!” He tips his head back. “Nurse! I’d like to report a thief!” 

You gasp, laugh, and attempt to cover his mouth as strikes of pain nibble up your spine. “Steve, don’t–” He catches your hands to stop you from silencing him, but he doesn’t shout again, holding your hands together in his lap, smiling smugly and affectionately at once. He has nice eyes that are almost almond in shape and a lovely light brown. They glow in the slither of light that sneaks its way through the blinds, raw amber, stomach-achingly pretty. 

You can’t look at him for too long. You defer to your hands scrunched up in the sheets instead. 

“I did pay for the donuts, by the way. I’m just messing with you.” 

You try to laugh. “Why doesn't that surprise me?” 

“You act like I’m such a jerk,” he says fondly, pulling you in for a cautious hug. He’s tender when he needs to be, you’d never have thought it of him, how sweetly and softly he rubs your back, how he murmurs near your ear. “Do you need more meds? I’m sure they can get you another dose of the good stuff if you pretend your gummy arm is aching.” 

“Thanks, Steve, but I’m fine.” 

He hums. “Think I can get them to let me stay the night?” 

“Steve, I’m really okay.” 

“It’s not about you, I just don’t wanna go home,” he lies poorly, “they don’t have donuts at home–”

His hand leaves your back. “Are you eating over my shoulder?” you ask. 

He hugs you tighter with the remaining arm. “What? No.” 

You feel sprinkles falling down your back and ignore it for now. He’ll have to help you out of bed in a few minutes anyways. He can sort it out then. For now, you lean into his chest and close your eyes tight. 

“I’ll sleep better in the chair by your bed,” he promises. 

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 13

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*The gif is what I picture Josh wearing w/ a pair of black Nike shorts and some slides* (in the first part)

~ Friday Night ~

“I’m gonna take ’em upstairs,” Josh whispered to Kiyana just as the credit to COCO started rolling. Kiyana stretched and looked over to her left, where both of her boys were knocked out, leaning on Josh. Kairo thankfully went down at his usual bedtime. Kaiden and Kamari, on the other hand, put up the biggest fight to stay up later with their dad. 

They had almost made it through both movies when their eyes started to droop. Kamari doesn’t play about his sleep. The second he feels Mr. Sandman knocking at his door, he welcomes him with open arms. Kaiden, on the other hand, didn’t want to miss a moment with his dad. He had fallen asleep 15 minutes into the first movie, but when Josh tried to carry him up the steps, Kaiden woke up, protesting that he wasn’t sleeping and he wanted to stay with his dad. 

Kiyana let out a deep sigh when Josh disappeared up the steps with both of their sons—this whole day had been extremely awkward for her. It had only been about four weeks since they signed the papers, and here they were, about to go out on a date tomorrow night. She loved Josh, and nothing would ever change that, but Josh had hurt her badly, and she was terrified of letting him back into her heart. 

Standing up, she started cleaning up the living room, gathering the trash from the snacks the boys and Josh had devoured and taking it into the kitchen. While she was in the kitchen, she decided to pour herself a glass of wine. She went to grab Josh a Diet Coke from the fridge, popped it open, got him a cup of ice, and brought it into the living room for him, placing it on a coaster on the coffee table. 

She continued to tidy up, and by the time Josh came back downstairs, she was done lounging on the couch and catching up on the newest episode of Love Island. Josh plopped down next to Kiyana. He glanced at her, her features illuminated by the TV’s light. Just being this close to her again made him realize how badly he fucked up. She would always be his Key. But, before she was that, she was THEE Kiyana Jackson. Before she had become this powerhouse of a woman, the best mother to his kids, an excellent cook, and a bomb-ass nurse, she was the girl that scared the fuck outta him. He couldn’t even hold a full conversation with her back then because his brain would short circuit; knees weak, arms heavy, butterflies in an all-out war games match in his stomach. The girl that his classmates convinced him he’d never have a chance with because she was leaps and bounds above his league, and he had fucked it up being a dumbass, proving them right.

“You good?” Kiyana asked him with a slight laugh, and he nodded, feeling his cheeks heat up at being caught staring. 

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat. Kiyana grabbed the remote, paused the TV, and turned her attention to him. 

“Josh.” 

“C’mere,” he whispered, opening his arms for her. “Please,” he added in a hushed tone when Kiyana didn’t move. She bit her lip and looked at him, contemplating whether she should move closer to him. Sighing, she nodded and scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder as he closed his arms around her. The second she scooted into his arms, it was like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. 

Josh fully relaxed on the couch and closed his eyes. This is what he was missing. The arguing, fighting, and cheating were not what he and Kiyana were about. Their being at odds felt so foreign, and it was mostly his fault. 

“What the hell is this show even about?” Josh asked after a couple of minutes had passed. Kiyana laughed and turned her head so she could look at him. 

“It’s about finding love.” She whispered as her eyes dropped down to his lips.  Josh leaned in slowly, his heart pounding as he closed the distance between them. Josh deepened the kiss, letting out a low moan as Kiyana shifted her position and was now straddling him, with her legs on either side of his hips. Josh’s hands roamed down Kiyana’s back before finally resting on her ass, firmly squeezing it while pulling her closer to him. 

Josh’s phone started to go off, making the both of them groan in displeasure. “Fuck..” Josh groaned, throwing his back against the couch. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, breathing heavily as he read the text message he just received. Kiyana arched her eyebrow as he ran his hand through his hair. 

“What?” 

Josh bit his lip as he looked at her. “Don’t be mad.” He whispered. “But I’ll be right back.” Josh saw the look of disappointment and doubt in her eyes, and he immediately cupped her face and tried to ease her worries. “Don’t do that. I promise it ain’t about no bitch. I’m forever about you. I just got something I gotta handle.”  Kiyana rolled her eyes and removed herself from his lap, settling back on the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. “Key,” Josh called out softly, cupping her chin and turning her face so she could look at him. “Trust me, I’ll be right back.” Kiyana narrowed her eyes but eventually nodded her head.  

“Fine. I guess I’ll see you when you come back.” Josh smiled and pecked her lips. 

“30 minutes tops.” 

“Mmhm,”  Kiyana hummed, and Josh couldn’t blame her for her suspicion. He had been disloyal and ruined their relationship. But this was something he couldn’t tell her because she would definitely try to keep him in the house. Josh sighed and stood from the couch. He bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Be right back, Key.” She nodded and pressed play on the remote, continuing her show while he walked over to the key hook and grabbed his car keys. Kiyana let him keep his truck in the garage while he was on the road because someone broke into it the last time he left it at his apartment. 

As Josh walked into the garage,  he knew that no matter how much he reassured Kiyana, there was a lingering doubt in her mind—a scar from past betrayals. Settling into the driver’s seat, he pulled out his phone and re-read the text message he had received. 

Ms Deb(key’s co-worker): Dr. Daniels gets off in 10 min. Do what you want with that information… oh and he drives a black infinity w/ blacked out windows. Plate: DRDAN.  Ms Deb(key’s co-worker): delete this thread… and treat my girl right! 

Josh smiled at the later message and started his car before backing out of the garage and driving towards the hospital. 

Elijah smiled as he made his way out of the hospital. He had a pretty good day: three successful surgeries, and his wife came and surprised him with lunch with his children. That smile was quickly wiped off his face the closer he got to his car. 

“What the fuck do you want?” Elijah seethed, eyeing Josh up and down. 

Josh smirked and pushed himself off of Elijah’s car. “I told ya’ bitch ass I was gonna catch you again, didn’t I?” Josh sneered as he walked into Eli’s personal space. Elijah gulped as he looked around. Josh had a good 20 pounds of muscle on Eli, and to be completely honest, Eli didn’t want to walk around with another black eye. 

Eli held his hand up and took a step back from Josh. “I don’t have time for this,” Elijah said, trying to steady his voice despite the nerves tightening in his chest. “You need to leave.”

“I ain’t going nowhere.” 

“Look—” Tired of hearing Elijah’s voice, Josh lunged at him, landing a right hook on Eli’s jaw and knocking him to the ground.  

“Yeahhh,” Josh cackled, clapping his hands together. “Getcho’ ass up. You wanna put your hands on women? Come put ya hands on me!” Elijah staggered to his feet, his fists clenched in anger as he lunged at Josh, who quickly ducked it and tackled him to the ground. There was nobody here to stop Josh this time. Josh threw punch after punch, getting all his anger out on this low life. 

“Alright, Alright. Enough..” Josh felt someone grab the back of his shirt, trying to stop him from punching Elijah. “You got him, relax.” 

Josh stopped swinging, his chest heaving with the adrenaline and fury, and looked down at Elijah, who looked like he was one punch away from a permanent coma. Elijah’s face was a swollen mess, eyes barely open, and he lay motionless, save for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. 

Josh felt his shirt being tugged again, and he let the person move him off Elijah. 

“Damn,” Josh looked, and it was the security guard who broke up their fight last time. “He’s lucky you beat his ass in front of the hospital.” The security guy joked, cracking a smile while holding his hand out for Josh to shake. “Main Event Jey Uso, nice to meet you man.” 

Josh’s eyes widened. “Hey Uce-” 

“I already paused the cameras; as soon as I get back to my desk, I’ll delete the footage. I hate women beaters. I lost my mom that way.” Josh’s expression softened, and he shook the guy’s hand. “I’m happy your ex has someone who sticks up for her. If only my mom had someone.” 

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that—” Josh paused, as he didn’t know this guy’s name. 

“Adrian, and hey, it’s cool. You did what you had to do. But uh. You might wanna get outta here. I gotta call this in.” Adrian finished off, holding the walkie-talkie up, and Josh nodded. He glanced down at Elijah, who was starting to move, before giving Adrian a nod, jogging back over to his truck, and leaving. 

Kiyana sat up and looked towards the entryway to the living room when she heard the front door open and close. She knew it was way past thirty minutes because she had watched two more episodes of Love Island. She heard him set the house alarm before he started walking towards the living room. 

“You said thirty minutes.” She muttered before her eyes widened as he walked closer to her and she saw how red and bruised his knuckles were. “Dude, what the fuck?! What did you do?” 

“What I had to.” 

“Josh -” 

“He put his hand on you! He could not get away with that shit Key. I did what I had to do.” Kiyana sighed and gently grabbed his hand, leading him up the stairs and to her bedroom. 

“Sit,” She said, pointing to the bed and Josh quickly obliged. Kiyana then walked into the ensuite bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit before walking back over to Josh and grabbing his hands. 

“You mad huh?” Josh asked, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched Kiyana clean off his knuckles. Kiyana didn’t respond immediately, her gaze focused on cleaning his knuckles. 

“I’m not mad. Just wish you would have told me. Would have loved to get a couple kicks in.” She looked up meeting Josh's eyes and chuckled at the shocked look on his face. “What? I was in shock when he actually grabbed me and he walked away before I could actually T off on his ass.” She said as she stood up and climbed into bed.  Josh stood up as well. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“Shoot, next time I’ll let you know then.” He said as he started walking towards the door. 

“Woah! Where are you going?” She asked and he stopped. 

“Was going to the guest room.” He said as more of a question and Kiyana started shaking her head and patted the spot next to her. “Fo’real?” Josh asked, a big ass smile coming onto his face as Kiyana nodded her head. He practically rips his shirt over his head before he throws himself onto the bed next to her, his heart swelling in his chest as he hears her giggle. It has been forever since he’s been the one to make her giggle. 

~ Saturday Afternoon ~

“So you really thinking about giving him another chance?” Kiyana sighed and set down her make-up brush before meeting her mother's eyes in her vanity mirror. 

“Yes,” Kiyana replied softly, her fingers absentmindedly adjusting the brushes in front of her. “Mom -” Kiyana started but Imani held her hand up, stopping her. 

“No, You’re gonna listen to what I have to say, Kiyana Marie.” Kiyana shut her mouth and turned her body so her side was leaning against the back of the vanity chair.  “That man” her mother continued, her voice dripping with disdain,  “Has done so much damage to you. Cheating on you while you were carrying this little angel.” Kiyana rolled her eyes at her mom’s dramatics.  “I was here Key, I seen what his infidelity did to your confidence. I saw the way you frowned at your body when you walked past the mirror and now he gets a second chance for what? To do it all over again.” 

Kiyana felt her shoulders sag as he mother’s words sunk in. “So you think I’m being stupid?” 

“No baby girl. I don’t think you’re being stupid. I just want you to not rush back into this with Josh. I know y’all still love each other and you had to stay in contact with the kids but still remember to put yourself first. Don’t just get back with him because you know Kaiden and Kamari are going to be happy.” 

“I am putting myself first Mom. It’s not just about my sons being happy it’s about me being happy as well. Yes, Josh fu- messed up but everyone deserves a second chance. Isn’t that what you told me? After Dad cheated on you, you stayed. You told me that everyone deserves a second chance.” Imani’s eyes lowered to the floor as Kiyana continued. “Dad has two kids on you and you still stayed. Josh cheated and had no kids. And I tried to move on, but I love Josh and can’t change that.” 

“I just want the best for you Kiyana. And you’re right, I did forgive your father but I don’t want you to be like me. But I understand that you are a grown woman and you need to make these decisions for yourself.” 

“Why are you making it seem like I’m making a mistake?” Kiyana asked, getting irritated with her mother. 

“I’m just saying. You need to learn for yourself. I’m not the only one who thinks this either. Kenyatta feels the same.” Kiyana snorted and turned back around so she could face her vanity again. 

“You mean the serial cheater? He cheated on every girl he was ever with Mom - you know what.” Kiyana paused and took a deep breath. “I’m gonna get dressed now you can go.” 

Imani scoffed “Kiyana” she called out, as Kiyana stood and walked into her walk-in closet. Kiyana rolled her eyes as she came back out with her dress in her hand, hanging off the hanger. “I just don’t want to see you hurt again,” Imani said, to which Kiyana ignored. Imani sighed, picked Kairo up off the bed, and left the room, shutting the door behind her. 

As the door clicked shut, Kiyana took a deep breath and tried to steady her racing thoughts. The sound of her mother’s voice still echoed in her mind, a mix of concern and frustration. She slipped her dress on, trying to focus on the soft fabric against her skin rather than the knot in her stomach.

~ Saturday Night ~

“You can do this,” Kiyana whispered to herself. Her mom had just yelled up the steps, telling her Josh was there. Kiyana could hear her kids going crazy after not seeing him all day. “It’s just Josh. You been on plenty of dates with Josh before.”  Taking a deep breath, Kiyana smoothed down her hair and checked her reflection in the mirror one last time before walking out of her bedroom and walking down the steps to meet Josh. 

She felt herself blush as he let out a low “Damn.” before clearing his throat and walking over to meet her at the bottom of the stairs. “You look beautiful, Key. Doesn’t she look beautiful?” He then asked his sons and they nodded their heads. 

“You look very pretty Mama,” Kaiden said and Kiyana smiled and him, bending down to press a kiss on his head, 

“Thank you, Bean” She then turned to Josh. “You look nice too.” Josh’s cheeks heated up at her compliment. 

“You ready to go?” He asked and she nodded.

“Be good for grandma.” She said to her kids, giving them a quick hug before stepping out the door with Josh. The short walk to his truck was silent. Josh opened the passenger door for her and grabbed her hand, helping her into the truck. 

“You ready to go?” He asked and she nodded.

“Be good for grandma.” She said to her kids, giving them a quick hug before stepping out the door with Josh. The short walk to his truck was silent. Josh opened the passenger door for her and grabbed her hand, helping her into the truck. 

 Kiyana stole glances at Josh as he drove, admiring the way the streetlights illuminated his profile, casting shadows across his chiseled features. At a red light, Josh reached across the console and gently grabbed her hand lacing their fingers together. Kiyana’s heart skipped a beat as Josh’s fingers intertwined with hers. The warmth of his touch sent a thrill up her arm. She glanced at him, catching a glimpse of the soft smile playing on his lips.

“I’m happy you agreed to this date,” Josh muttered, breaking the silence in the car. Kiyana bit the inside of her lip and she looked over at him. 

 "I'm glad too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Josh smiled and started driving again as the light turned green, the butterflies in his belly intensifying as he felt her squeeze his hand.

“Thank you,” Kiyana smiled at Josh as he pulled out her chair for her. The restaurant he picked was nice and cozy. It was one that neither of them had been at before. He wanted to choose a new restaurant so they could make new memories and weren’t plagued by old ones. 

As Josh settled in his seat across from her, he felt like the luckiest SOB in that restaurant. The second he and Kiyana had walked in, all eyes turned toward her. She had turned so many heads, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at one couple, when the woman reached over and plucked her boyfriend or husband on his forehead when he wouldn’t stop staring at Key. 

“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” The waiter came over and set the free bread down on their table. Kiyana ordered a white while while Josh decided to order a water with a lemon. He wanted to stay sober for the conversation he knew they were going to have. 

As the waiter left, Kiyana took a deep breath and looked directly into Josh’s eyes. The dim candlelight cast a soft glow on her face. “I um- I know we agreed to try to move on, but I think we need to talk about everything first.” She said and Josh nodded. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath. “What happened? What made you.” She paused as if she couldn’t bear to say it. “What made you cheat on me?” 

The waitress quickly set their drink down and left as she heard Kiyana’s question. The waitress figured they could wait to eat. 

“Oh god,” Josh whispered, sitting up straighter in his chair. “I don’t know if she told you, but I talked to Samara about this already,” Josh stated to which Kiyana nodded. 

“She told me a little. She also told me to just hear you out.” 

“I- I honestly never meant for anything to go that far. Before this conversation continues, I need you to know that. I need you to know that I will forever beat myself up for doing that to you.” When Kiyana nodded he continued. “I just wanted to vent Key. I just wanted someone to talk to about what I was going through without being told to think about your feelings. And yes it was selfish of me but nobody cared about how I felt. God, it’s so fucking selfish but I just wanted someone to talk to and it went too far.” He finished, not breaking eye contact so she knew how serious he was being. 

“But four months Joshua? You were going on the road fucking her then coming back and fucking me.” 

Joshua looked down, his hands trembling slightly. He knew he had hurt Kiyana deeply, and the guilt weighed heavily on him. “I fucked up Key, I fucked up so damn bad.” He looked back up at her. “But I’m willing to do anything and everything to prove my love and loyalty to you again. I already talked to my boss and a couple of the higher-ups. She been harassing me n’shit and I filed some paperwork against her. She can’t come near me or she’ll be fired.” 

Kiyana felt her face scrunch up at what he said. “So y’all were still messing around?”  

Josh started shaking his head ‘no’ immediately. “Hell no. I stopped messing with her around the time I told you about the affair.” 

Kiyana narrowed her eyes as she looked at him, trying to see how sincere he was being with his words. After knowing him for almost twenty-four years, she knew when he was lying and right now he wasn’t. He was telling her the truth. 

“So what about you telling her that you were gonna divorce me for her.” 

“I never said that.” He answered immediately. “I told you back then that I never said that. That was some dumbshit she said and Joe must’ve overheard her.” 

Kiyana went to ask her next question but was interrupted by the waitress. “Sorry, but um- would y’all like to order now?” Josh and Kiyana broke eye contact to look at the waitress. Josh let out a deep sigh a nodded before ordering a steak meal for himself while Kiyana ordered a pasta dish. The waitress hurried up and scurried away.  Kiyana looked back at Josh and asked her next question. 

“Do you regret it?”  

“Of course I do.” Josh's voice was filled with regret as he met Kiyana's gaze, his eyes reflecting the pain he had caused her. “Do you regret sleeping with Joe?” He asked, just as she took a sip of her wine. Kiyana’s eyes widened as she heard his question. Did she regret sleeping with Joe? 

“I don’t regret it.” She finally said, swallowing a lump in her throat as Josh’s jaw clenched. “You hurt me badly Joshua. Like, I was hurt and confused and he was there. It wasn’t about getting back at you because he’s your cousin. It was,” She paused as she tried to find the right words. “It was you had your fun, so why couldn’t I.”  

Taking a moment to compose himself, Josh locked eyes with Kiyana, his gaze intense yet vulnerable. “I understand” He whispered. He reached across the table grasping her hand in his. “I want us to move past all of this. Do you want there to be an us? Do you want to move past this?” 

Kiyana squeezed Josh's hand tightly, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside her. After everything they had been through, the hurt and betrayal, she knew that a decision needed to be made. She took a deep breath and met Josh's gaze. “Yes, I want there to be an us again. I want us to be able to move on from this.” 

Josh's eyes softened, relief washing over his face as he heard Kiyana's words. “Deadass?” 

Kiyana chuckled, nodding her head. “I’m being so deadass right now.” 

“I swear on my life, you won’t regret this Key. Imma do everything I can to prove that I love you and I want you.” 

As they sat there holding hands, a wave of relief washed over both Kiyana and Josh. The weight of their past mistakes and the pain they had caused each other seemed to lighten ever so slightly. They both knew that rebuilding their relationship would not be easy, but they were willing to try. 

“Are you staying here tonight?” Kiyana whispered as she and Josh walked to the front door of her house. 

“If you want me to,” Josh replied and Kiyana nodded, grabbing his hand and leading him into the house. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her ass. Loving the way it swayed as she walked. She kept a firm grasp on his hand as she set the house alarm and walked up the steps. Both of them peeked into their kids' rooms to make sure they were tucking in and sleeping. 

Josh’s heart was beating extremely fast as Kiyana led him into her room.  Kiyana turned to face Josh, her eyes almost black with lust. She closed the distance between them, her body pressing flush against his, and Without a word, she reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his face down to hers and kissing him. Kiyana moaned softly into the kiss, her body trembling with need. She broke away, panting lightly, her eyes locked on Josh's.

“You sure?” He asked and instead of giving him an answer, Kiyana undid the back of her dress and let it fall down her body. Josh watched as the dress fell to her feet, leaving her in just her white lace thong. 

“I’m sure” She whispered before capturing his lips again in a searing kiss. 

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Work Wife - Six

Masterlist

Summary: Working as a Secretary at Miller & Sons Construction, you fall hopelessly in love with the eldest son Joel. What you don’t realise is that Joel’s completely in love with you too. What will it take for the two of you to realise whats’s right in front of you?

Pairing: Young Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to give any so the plot isn’t spoiled. This fic is 18+ (sorry this took a while… had a poorly baby to deal with! Hope it was worth the wait ♥️)

Series Masterlist - One Two Three Four Five

You sat with Sarah perched on your lap, the 9-month-old clapping as you sang along to Barney. The little girl was obsessed with the Giant Purple dinosaur, grunting and wriggling whenever he graced the TV.

She did not like Bananas in Pajamas or Elmo, finding them all rather alarming. Her face would crumple and she’d cry inconsolably until it was turned off and Barney was turned on.

“Not that damn dinosaur again baby girl.” Joel chuckled as he walked into the lounge “Haven’t you seen this episode before?”

“Probably.” You chuckled as you kissed the baby’s crown, humming at the feel of her settling against you.

“You okay, baby?” Joel asked and you smiled and nodded.

“Yeah… yeah I am.”

…

4 months earlier…

You hadn’t moved from your couch in days. Joel and his mum had been taking turns to take care of you, making sure you ate, bathed… breathed. You were a shell of your former self and Joel was losing his mind with worry.

He didn’t talk about Sarah with you. Didn’t bring her by despite your mum telling him it might help. He was just too terrified of losing you that he kept that side of his life away from you. Not knowing how you might react.

“Here.” He said softly as he placed some food on the table opposite you “Mum’s famous pumpkin soup and I got the sourdough bread you like. Drowned in butter just how you love it.”

“Thank you.” You whisper, allowing him to help you sit up and then gratefully accept the tray that he hands you. “You don’t have to keep coming here.” You say after taking a few bites of the delicious food he’d given you “Sarah needs you more than I do.”

“Mum’s with Sarah.” He says sweetly as he sits himself down beside you and digs into his portion of food.

“But she needs her dad.” You argued, “You should make the most of every moment with her.”

“Pip-“

“I don’t need your pity, Miller!”

“Pip, we’re worried about you!” He sighed “I’m not here because I pity you… I’m here because I love you and I swore to you that we’d get through this together.” He paused a while, scraping a hand over his face as turned to look at you.

“I’ll be okay, Joel.” You squeaked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Yes, you will be." He agreed as he continued to eat his food "But in order for you to be okay... You need to eat." He finished, motioning at your bowl of food.

You didn't argue then. Returning to eating your food together in silence whilst the TV continued to play in the background. You truly, appreciated the help Joel and his mum were giving you. You knew that you weren't taking very good care of yourself. You didn't have the drive to do much more than wallow.

"How is Sarah?" You asked a little while later, your hands shaking a little as you placed your tray down.

"She's good." Joel answered with a smile "She's started to fake cough for attention which is hilarious. Keeps givin' mum a heart attack."

This brought a chuckle out of you and Joel tried not to look too excited about it. He hadn't heard you laugh in what felt like forever. You had a whistful smile on your face and it gave Joel hope.

"If you want to bring her here that would be okay." You said softly, and Joel gave you a sweet smile as he nodded.

"Thanks, Pip."

...

It was two weeks later that Joel finally brought Sarah around to see you. He had been anxious about how you would react to seeing her and so had decided to leave it a little longer before he did. You were sitting on the couch nursing a mug of coffee when he let himself in, Sarah's head whipping around as she took in her surroundings with her large brown eyes. Eyes she'd definitely inherited from her dad.

"Knock knock." Joel called out and you looked up and smiled at him, your eyes growing round and filling with tears as you saw Sarah in his arms.

Joel instantly started to panic when he noted the tears begin to trail down your cheeks but then you were at his side in an instant and pulling Sarah from his arms.

"Oh baby girl, I've missed you." You sobbed as you placed a long kiss on the crown of her head.

"I'll go make us more coffee." Joel said then, knowing you probably wanted some time alone with the baby.

You nodded, smiled at him then carried Sarah to the couch so you could sit. You rested her on your knee, grinning even harder when she gave you the sweetest little gummy smile.

"Look at you." You choked as you took her in "You've gotten so big."

Sarah screeched in delight and you let out a wet chuckle, knocking another few tears loose.

"God you're so beautiful." You uttered as you stroked Sarah's plump cheek with your thumb.

"Yeah, not quite sure how that happened." Joel chuckled and you rolled your eyes at him.

"Well her mum was gorgeous for a start." You grumbled, eliciting a smirk from Joel "But she looks so much like you."

"Poor kid."

"You're very handsome Joel." You stated so nonchalantly and Joel's cheeks heated at the compliment.

"Schucks." He chuckled, trying to wave off the compliment.

"What shall we do today?" You asked and Joel gave you a look of surprise before looking at Sarah who was happily snoozing on you.

"Well, what would you like to do?" He asked sweetly and you hummed as you thought about it for a moment.

"Did you take Sarah to the aquarium in the end?" You asked and Joel shook his head.

"No, I... I wanted to do that with you so it didn't feel right." His answer made your heart swell and you smiled sweetly at him.

"Okay. Then I say let's go to the aquarium today."

"Perfect!"

.

"You ready to see some fishies, Sarah Sue?"

Joel grinned at the silly nickname you had given his daughter.

"Do you want me to take her?" Joel asked and you shook your head.

"Nah I'm good. You stick to snapping the pictures, Daddy." You finished, winking at him.

Joel's length twitched in his jeans at your statement. He nodded, hoping the dim light of the aquarium hid his burning cheeks. He threw Sarah's baby bag into the pram and pulled out his camera.

Sarah was instantly taken with the fish. Giggling and smiling at the creatures as they flitted around their tanks. She would screech at the bubbles and grin at the sharks as they swam overhead when you walked through the glass tunnel and you smiled brighter than Joel had seen you in months. He took so many pictures of the two of you as you walked through the aquarium, grinning at how mystified Sarah looked as she watched a giant sea turtle swim overhead.

"Hey, want me to snap a picture of you and her together?"

"Oh, it's okay." Joel said nervously but you rolled your eyes and walked to his side.

"Here..." You said handing him the baby then taking the camera you took a few steps back and looked through the viewfinder to square up the shot "Say fishies." You grinned as you snapped a few photos.

"Thanks." Joel said as he handed Sarah back to you and grabbed the camera.

"You're welcome, Miller."

By the time you got to the end of the aquarium, Sarah was out for the count in her pram. Joel suggested lunch and you dragged him to an English pub you'd been wanting to try since Simon had mentioned it a few months ago.

"That burger looks incredible." You stated when Joel's food was placed in front of him and he nodded in agreement before eying up yours.

"Your chicken burger looks pretty damn good too."

You both took a bite of your food and hummed as the delicious flavours assaulted your senses.

"Good?" You both asked in unison before chuckling together.

"Wanna try some?" You asked and Joel nodded, leaning forward so he could take a bite.

You watched him as he did, thinking it was the most sensual thing you'd seen in months then chuckled when a little garlic mayo dribbled onto his chin. Quickly swiped it with your finger, you jumped when he grabbed your hand and wrapped his lips around the digit.

"That's good." He said and you came back to your senses, nodding in agreement "Wanna try some of mine?"

"Definitely."

You leaned towards him, biting into the juicy burger he held in front of you and hummed at the different flavours that hit you. Leaning back, Joel chuckles and you look at him with wide eyes as he leans toward you.

"Got a little something..." He trails off, cupping the back of your neck and pulling you towards him.

You get so caught up in his eyes that you don't see what's about to happen, but the moment his lips touch yours the trance is broken and you're pulling away.

"Don't." You say as you pull yourself out of his grasp and shuffle along the bench seat you're sitting on "Don't do that."

"I'm sorry I..." He's instantly panicking, his eyes wild as his eyes started to fill with tears "Shit... I completely misread this." He choked "Fuck..."

"Joel." You said but he continued to ramble and continued to panic. Sarah chose that moment to wake from her nap and scream bloody murder.

"Fuck." He growled as he pulled a premade bottle of formula from her cool bag.

"Let me sort it, Joel."

"It's fine." He said "Can you watch Sarah please." he pleaded before getting up and running to the bar.

His hands shook as he waited for the bartender to bring the hot water he requested. His heart felt like it was trying to pound its way out of his chest. Why had he thought kissing you was a good idea? He had got so caught up in the moment that he had just gone for it and now you probably hated him.

How the hell was he going to get himself out of this mess?

When he made it back to the table, you’d managed to calm Sarah down and you were singing to her sweetly as you rocked her from side to side. He watched you a moment with his daughter and his heart crumbled to dust. He couldn't lose you. If keeping you meant forcing himself to fall out of love with you then that's what he'd do.

It was for the best.

When he sat back down again you looked at him and opened your mouth to speak but his eyes morphed into those of a sad puppy and you stopped yourself.

"Can we just please forget it happened." Joel pleaded and your heart sank a little but you nodded.

"Sure."

You knew your reaction had hurt him but you just weren't ready yet. Your heart was still bleeding for the baby you had hoped to raise with him and the life you'd dreamed of sharing with him. You wanted to open yourself to him and today was the first time you'd felt at peace in what felt like a lifetime but you didn't want to skip any steps.

Joel handed you the bottle after checking the temperature on his wrist and you started to feed the ravenous Sarah, smiling sweetly at her as she watched you whilst she fed.

"Today's been wonderful." You said, breaking the tense silence "Thank you for this Joel." You finished as you looked at him and smiled.

"You're welcome Pip."

...

Joel smiled at you as he brought over your usual morning coffee. You had been back at work a week and each day you seemed to be a little brighter.

"How is my favourite secretary this morning?" He asked and you chuckled as you graciously took your coffee from him.

"She is good." You replied honestly and he grinned at you.

Not a word had been said about the incident at the pub and though it hurt you both not to discuss it, neither of you wanted to hurt the other. So the subject had been pushed to the side and forgotten. Or so each of you thought.

"I have a favour to ask you." Your eyebrow quirked at this but you said nothing as you waited for him to elaborate.

"Could you watch Sarah for a few hours this evening?"

Your interest was piqued.

"Hot date?" You asked, trying your best to sound unaffected by the idea.

"Yeah." He answered and your heart sank "With a 70-year-old woman and her son." He continued and you felt your lungs fill with air again "Guy's looking to do a huge refurb that includes a granny annexe extension. Dad was supposed to go but it's his and Ma's anniversary so he's asked me to go instead."

"That's huge Joel!" You gushed and he nodded as a smile crossed his lips.

"If I can win the contract it will be a really great payout."

"You will knock 'em dead." You said with a surety that made his heart skip a beat.

"So is that a yes?"

"You know I love an excuse to spend quality time with my girl."

"You're a life, saver." He said, leaning down to peck your cheek "Thank you."

You blushed, touching your cheek and remembering how his lips felt against it. You watched as he walked away, ducking into his office and grabbing the phone as it started to ring.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer."

Simon speaking beside you made you jump and you looked at him with an expression similar to a dear in headlights.

"I don't know what you mean." You replied, trying to brush his statement off.

"Oh come on hun..." He chuckled, leaning against your desk "I see the way you guys look at each other."

"We're friends."

"Friends who are in love with each other."

"Simon." You pleaded but he carried on.

"I know for a fact that he told you he loved you so what's the issue?"

"How?"

"How what?" He asked and you growled in frustration.

"How do you know that?"

Simon looked at his hands a moment before answering.

"He told me." He confessed and your brows drew together.

"When Sarah was sick, I went over to the hospital to see him and the baby." Simon's expression grew sad "His mum came and told him to get out for a bit. Clear his head so we went for a drink... six in his case."

You could see where this was going but you let Simon continue.

"He was heartbroken. Telling me how he'd confessed how he felt and you'd told him that you were no good for each other, which is bullshit by the way."

"We worked through that."

"Okay... so why aren't you guys together?"

"It's complicated." You answered.

No one knew why you'd been off work for a month and you weren't sure you wanted to share it around the office.

"How can it be?" He pushed "You love each other. So just be together... Something happen?"

"Simon please stop pushing this." You pleaded "It's between Joel and I."

"Look... I care about you both and I want you to be happy. And y'all are both happiest when you're together. So whatever it is that you or he did... fix it."

"I lost a baby." You said suddenly and Simon’s expression started to resemble that of a fish out of water "I got pregnant but I lost it."

"Was it...?"

"Joel's?" Simon nodded and you shook your head "No, the guy I had the arrangement with... was his."

"Shit, Pip I'm so sorry."

"I would appreciate it if you kept it to yourself." You asked and Simon nodded "Joel and Mr and Mrs Miller know but that's it."

"I won't tell anyone I swear."

"Thanks, Si." You sighed “But that’s why we aren’t together… I need some time”

Simon didn’t need to say anything. He understood and his heart broke for you. So instead he gave your hand a squeeze and left.

...

You always knew when Joel had arrived in the office. The air seemed to change and your heart always raced as you waited for him to give you your morning coffee.

"Morning, Pip." Joel said sweetly as he placed your coffee down in its usual spot.

"Morning Joel..." You trailed off when your eyes locked with the young woman beside him.

"Oh... How rude of me." Joel chuckled "Pip this is Anna. She's our new trainee accountant."

"Oh?"

"Did I not tell you she was starting?" He asked and you shook your head.

"Shit, sorry Pip it must have slipped my mind. Sarah's had a cold so a little sleep-deprived." He chuckled "Do you mind giving her the tour? I have a call with the cement supplier in five minutes."

"Sure." You replied, trying to smile sweetly at him.

"He seems nice." Anna said and you nodded your agreement as you watched him leave.

"Yeah, he's great." You replied as you got to your feet, grabbing your coffee and taking it with you.

You started the tour by showing her the two meeting rooms, then moving on to the bathrooms, and offices, introducing her to the few people that were in the office and not on one of the sites. You finished off with the kitchen area, showing her how the utilities worked and where to find the communal coffee and tea.

"Any questions?"

"Just one." Anna replied as she smiled at you

“Shoot.”

"Joel."

"What about him?"

"He single?" She asked and your stomach twisted.

"I think so... why?"

"Just curious." She gave you a sly grin "I wanna climb him like a tree."

"He has a baby." You stated but she just shrugged.

"Make's him hotter in my opinion." She replied, grinning like the cat that got the cream "You and him involved?"

"No... No, we're just friends." You replied and she seemed to smile even wider.

"So he's fair game?" She asked and you fought hard not to cry.

"I guess so."

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you should have known something was going to happen when he showed up at your door at two in the morning.

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, established relationship (they’re exes), mentions of scars, a lil angst, profanity, takes place after re4 events but i don’t spoil anything major, reader folds immediately but who wouldn’t fold for leon, mentions of reader being a nurse, mentions of reader talking to someone—not dating but talking, slight jealous!leon, listen to can i by kehlani to get the mood of this one shot // smut warnings: missionary position, a lil bit of just the tipness…you’ll understand what i mean when you read it, spit usage, implied oral (f.receiving), clit play, fully clothed leon kinda idk man i thought the sight of him being fully clothed was hot in my head just walk with me it okay, body worship, implied marking kink, // word count: 2.6k, minors dni

A YAWN ESCAPED BY YOUR LIPS AS YOU LET YOUR SLIPPERS SLIDE ACROSS THE LIGHT WOODEN FLOORS. The sound of knocking on your apartment’s door jolting you out of sleep caused you to grumble all types of profanity words under your breath. You had finished a twelve-hour shift at your job and had the next day off—gladly you were spending that time catching up on sleep until the person behind your front door interrupted. You leaned forward to peel through the peephole, and you thought your eyes were deceiving you. You stepped back to rub the sleep out of your eyes to confirm that you weren’t dreaming that the man behind your front door was there. That this wasn’t you dreaming of him. Your eyes glance over at the clock that was on the coffee table in your living room, 2 A.M. 

You looked again, and his figure was still there. He looked different from the last time you saw him. Did he get bigger? Taller? Did his hair get longer? What was he doing here? Questions swirled around your mind until the knocking happened again. You inhaled sharply, reliving that when you opened the door, all the memories of him would slap you harshly. You’ll have to face him after the breakup that left you having dazed and confused sleepless nights. When you unlocked your door and opened it, the questions swirling around your head were answered.

Yes, he did get bigger, as if he’s been working out more. Yes, it did seem like he got taller. And his hair looked like it got longer to the point that it fell in his face just a little bit. But those eyes, those eyes weren’t the same from the last time you gazed upon them. They looked mature, yet could tell so many stories from what he’s been through the last time you saw them. 

“Leon, what are you doing here?” 

You haven’t seen him since he decided to break off the relationship. Quoting that it’ll only grow complicated due to what he does, as if you haven’t cleaned cuts and bruises on his body due to said job. You always wanted to tell him that you were all in and didn’t mind the possible dangers of dating him. 

“Can I come in?” His voice knocks you out of your thoughts, and you're staring at him as if he’s gone mad. 

However, it was two in the morning, and you didn’t want any complaints in the morning from neighbors. You stepped aside to let him in. When he stepped by you, his scent made your knees weak. Maybe it was because you hadn’t indulged in that scent in so long. There were days when you would smell just like him because you lounged in his spare RPD t-shirts or cuddled up next to him after a long shift at the hospital. Now it was like a temporary mist, just a mere memory of what you two had. You closed the door and locked it, your fingers tugging at the oversized t-shirt you wore—now feeling awkward that you haven’t slipped on sweats. 

“I know we left on a rather-“ 

“You broke up with me, and I couldn’t contact you afterward.” You interrupted. “Why are you here, Leon? To talk? To argue? To makeup? I don’t have time for this, you know.” You’re stepping further to close the gap between you two.

“To make up.” 

Those words shocked you, and now you were taking two steps back to glare at him in confusion. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you searched for the words to describe how you felt about that. 

“You’re insane.” You said. “You can’t just show up and expect us to just make up.”

“I didn’t expect it to be easy, Y/N.” Leon’s taking the two steps forward that you backed out of. “I know that you’re so stubborn that you’ll make me work for it. I’m shocked that you didn’t slam the door in my face.” 

“Stubborn?” You darkly chuckled and rolled your eyes at his words. “Leon, I’m talking to someone, and I think we will be serious soon.” 

Selfishly, you said those words to hurt him. You and this person had only been on one or two dates, and you weren’t even sure that you two would be serious. You just worked in the same hospital, but your two schedules were very rigorous—you weren’t even sure if the two of you could even work. But you had to admit; you said those words to hurt Leon. You wanted him to have that same heartbroken feeling of when he just left you and went radio silent on you. 

Leon’s jaw tightens at the sound of your words. Your words pierced his chest so harshly that it felt like it was tightening. His nails dig into the inside of his palms before he exhales sharply. The space between you two can’t get closed up, and you would take a step back until you felt the arm of your gray-colored sofa. 

“So, whatever nonsense you have to tell me—I’m sure it no longer matters because I’m serious with this person.” You broke the silence. 

Why did that sting your tongue so harshly? Was it because it was a lie? Maybe.  He didn’t need to know that because you didn’t want him to hurt you again. He didn’t even deserve to be in your presence anymore. But foolishly, here he was because you let him. You let him in your presence for what? Some petty lies to make him seethe with jealousy. 

Yes, Leon was jealous. You knew him so well that seeing the way his jaw locked showed that he was in deep thought about you and this person. You knew Leon was thinking of the thought of you smiling at this person with that same smitten smile you used to give him. You knew he’d think about how you’ll give this person the same lovesick stare you formally gave him. Gosh, the thought of you giving yourself to them sexually had the brown-haired man seeing red (but he wouldn’t admit that to you). 

“Are you really serious with them?” 

“Yes.” 

Liar. 

“Even if I do this?” 

You never expected to feel Leon’s lips again. The last time you felt the warmth of his lips—he was placing a kiss on the top of the temple and leaving you alone in the diner your first date was swearing that it was him and not you. So you wouldn’t say the feeling of his lips was foreign to you—he had kissed, licked, and sucked upon your bare body all before. But this just felt salacious. 

You only say that because of how quickly you grasp at the leather jacket he wore to bring him closer. Your body inching closer towards the sofa behind your body with each move of your lips on each other. During the brief moment of Leon breaking the kiss slowly, you could feel small pecks upon your kiss swollen kisses as if the brown-haired man didn’t want the kiss to end. From your toes that were covered in pastel pink colored fuzzy socks to the top of your head—your body felt hot. You were only covered in just a flimsy oversized t-shirt but felt like you were running a fever. And Leon took advantage of this and the overflowing tension that was closing in on the both of you as you were in the living room. His rugged hands that were stained with vices he committed while being away is tugging the shirt over your head without care. The piece of clothing decorating the floor was similar to the rug that was in the center of the living room. 

Leon’s chestnut-colored eyes are watching as your bare skin encrusts with goosebumps due to the cool air that circulates the apartment. His mouth waters the way your nipples harden as soon as you’re just exposed for him to see. With a shaky breath, you’re pushing yourself further onto the sofa and Leon took place in between the space of your plush thighs. You poorly attempted to use the sound of his belt being unbuckled and pants being pushed off frantically to silence your thoughts. Oh, we’re your thoughts playing ping pong at the moment. A mixture of ‘oh, this is such a bad idea’ and ‘it wouldn’t hurt to give him some while he looks so desperate for you’. You wanted to tell your thoughts to shut up so you can process that moment, but that was a bit too late when your blue-colored panties were being dragged down your thighs. Your pussy lips were painted with your slick and it took Leon so much restraint to not bury his face in between your thighs. 

He’s tugging himself out his bottoms, but not fully—just enough to tug his hardened cock out from his boxers and have it resting on your tummy. The weight of it causes you to swallow the nervous lump that formed in the back of your throat. But your pussy ached to feel it again. You wanted him to make you feel so good like he did before you broke up. He’s pushing your knees to your chest and one of your legs plops upon his shoulder as he’s making eye contact with you. You broke his eye contact to stare at the way your gold anklet dangled just a bit by his ear. You couldn’t dare look at Leon when you let him have you like this in a matter of minutes, completely folding to let him see you vulnerable like this when you swore to never let him back into the comfort of your life. 

“Look at me,” Leon’s fingers hook under your chin to guide you to look at him. “Are you serious with them? Even though you’re letting me do this?” His voice oozes with a teasing tone that you wanted to comment on. 

But instead, you’re watching as he’s brushing his pink-colored tip upon your wet folds. With the mixture of the precum encrusted on it and your slick—the wet sound of him massaging his tip between your folds made your stomach form knots. Not bad ones though, pleasurable ones that you had whimpering out for more as Leon’s brushed his tip upon your entrance teasingly. His free hand that wasn’t guiding his cock to tease you until you were soaked rubbed soothing curves on the leg that was prompted on his shoulder. 

“Please, Leon. Stop the teasin’,” You whither upon his grasp attempting to feel some friction of his cock being inside you. 

“Tell me what you want..” His voice trails off just like the fingertips that trailed down your chest. Tracing alongside your areola and down to your belly button. The tip of his cock rested just a bit inside of you and just that little motion was driving you insane. 

With a smug grin on his face, Leon’s barely putting in the effort to push his hips further inside you. He just had his tip resting inside you until he could feel your thighs quivering against his body. Instead of granting you what you want, he’s just indulging in the feeling of your pussy pulsing around his tip.  

With broken whimpers, you could only rasp out. “I want you.” 

Leon clicks his tongue before he’s peppering the inside of your ankle with kisses. With each kiss, you’re left breathless. When you look at him, it sees memories of your relationship being dumped upon you. The way he looked at you was the way he would look at you when you were together. So lovestruck. So smitten for just you. 

“Look at you,” Leon pulls his tip which was covered with slick out. He teasingly brushed it against your throbbing clit causing a chill to travel down your spine. “So beautiful.” 

“Please, Leon.” You begged, your waist moving just a bit below his grasp to feel for him. “I’m not serious with anyone. I haven’t been since we broke up.” 

And that’s what Leon wanted to hear. He brought his hand up to his mouth pooling a good amount of spit in his hand before letting it coat his cock with ease. You heard Leon let out a groan of desperation as he palmed himself right in front of you before sliding into you with ease. 

You couldn’t quite describe how you felt when you and Leon became whole. The feeling of his cock felt like something that you yearned for months. Your chest heaved at the feeling—at how well Leon felt inside of you. His hips pivot forward in a motion that makes your brain fuzz up. Your fingers grasp at his forearm digging into it as something to help you hold on. Your thighs spread apart so provocatively that you knew Mother Mary herself was clutching her heart. Your eyes that were squeezed shut fluttered open to make eye contact with Leon just as the sound of your thighs slapping against his clothed lower half. 

Without many words, he’s increasing his speed. With your leg hooked by his shoulder and your shiny golden anklet dangling carelessly with each thrust forward. Your whimpers were like music to Leon’s heated and red-shaded ears. His callous hands grasped at your waist to pin you in place even though you were already ever so trapped under his weight. You could feel the wetness below your bare bottom staining the sofa that many months ago—he helped pick out. With your mouth gasping apart, Leon leans down to place wet kisses on your gasping lips. Not exactly muffling your moans so you wouldn’t wake your neighbors but to just feel even closer to you. 

“Shit.” Leon breathes out as he tugs himself out of you before shoving himself back in to feel the warmth and tightness of your pussy again.

It was one thing you adored when Leon and yourself had sex. When he was about to come, he always ensured you came first. Even if he was on his last ounce of energy, he wasn’t afraid to let his fingers dance upon your throbbing clit to intensify the toe-curling orgasm that erupted in the pit of your stomach. That’s exactly what he did, he’s lifting his body off of you and wetting his index and middle finger. Without reluctance, he thumbs at your clit in a circular motion. 

“You’re so close, I can tell how you’re squirming and how much you soaked the sofa,” Leon says through breathy groans and subtle hushed profanity words.

Tears crystalized on your lash line as you whimpered out Leon’s name as if it was the only word you knew. The way he seemed to make your lower half body go through its own wave of fireworks—you were perfectly fine with only seeing him, only having him, and much more. His hips rock forward to fuck you through the orgasm that made your toes curl and your back arch off the softness of the plush sofa below your sweat-coated body. 

This wasn’t how you imagined the conversation to go, but if you were given the chance to turn back time to change the way it went—you wouldn’t.

You were seeing spots in the way your orgasm tugged you off cloud nine. Your pussy pulses around Leon’s cock as you feel the weight of his clothed body falls upon your frame. Your chest heaves upward and downward as you’re trying to regain your breath, soul, and thoughts. You could feel Leon kissing your heated skin that now was engraved with the scent of him. 

Oh, Leon Kennedy what you could do to a girl like you. He would always have your heart even if you tried your hardest to tug away.

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PLEEEAASEE WRITE A FULL THING ABOUT THIS OMGGGG 🙏

For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.

related to this, that reads, "sorry i got a huge wet spot on my boxers and started whining and whimpering and rutting against you while we were play fighting. ignore it. uhhh yeah it will happen again. sorry"

HELL YEAH, I will write that and I will write the fuck out of it!!

Pre-war setting, getting together, grinding, almost underage vibes? like this is post-high-school, so they're of age, but there's also discussion about feeling young, y'know?

Time doesn't feel real for Steve or Bucky right now. It's purgatory in the sticky, hot, barely-breathable-heat-clinging-to-your-throat summer after miraculously lasting through all of high school. They're supposed to be real adults now--they graduated, they're done, move on and be a part of the real world, why don't'cha, boys? They're supposed to be adults with jobs, saving up for their brides and eventual babies as the breadwinners. Men of their houses. Respectively.

Bucky is... well... he has the job part, not so much the savings part (in this economy?) or the gal who he's supposed to be going steady with, dreaming about wedding then knocking her up with his babies, as many as they can have. He's got gals, that ain't the problem, the problem is that none of 'em that he brings around ever last that long to think about rings.

All that said, if Bucky is nearly there, then Steve certainly isn't there at all. He ain't an adult yet. Not really. He doesn't look like an adult, for one, he's still short and scrawny, far from the strapping family man he's supposed to grow up and be. But, also, he has no job, he has no savings, he has no gals mooning after him. All he has is this one last short season of responsibility-less summer before it all gets serious.

So, Steve plans to savor this one last summer as much as he can. Meaning, a'course, while his Ma is out for her evening shift at the hospital and before Bucky has to high tail it out of the matchbox-sized Rogers' apartment to make it to work bright and early in the morning, here they are. Alone. Just two pals, lounging around and melting into the sofa with the oppressive Brooklyn summer heat. Trying and failing to stay cool, even with sheets over the windows to keep the light out.

It's just the two of them and their sleeveless undershirts and boxers, sweating through the fabric. And, like always, when it's just the two of them, it's devolved into reckless stupidity--

Boys will be boys.

They start out with Bucky reading one of his sci-fi books and chuckling to himself, sprawled out to ward off excessive heat, while Steve sketches quietly next to him, more curled up since the warmth does him more good than bad. They're shoulder to shoulder. Nothing weird. They've always been close. They grew up in each other's pockets, spending as much time at the other's crowded home as their own. But. Then, they're closer than close as they're rolling off the bed and onto the floor with two matching "oof"s of air being punched from their chests.

Nearly immediately from the commotion of landing in a heap of sweaty boys in the floor, the scuffed, beat-up coffee table of Steve's Ma's--she got it for free from one of the other nurses at work--has gotten shoved out of the way. Also, the thin carpet underneath their writhing, squirming bodies gets thrown ascew, shoved over chaotically, rolling up under itself. Steve finds himself sweating even more, really coating every inch of his skin as he fights to have the upper hand in their play wrestling match.

Rolled over and rolled around, Steve is currently on top and winning because his bony fucking elbows and sharp knees are merciless weapons that give him the advantage every now and again (just when he can manage to hit Bucky in the right spots). Not unscathed, Bucky's shirt has rolled up, showing off the whole band of his underwear and a slice of his pale stomach. There's a light dusting of hair leading down towards his crotch that Steve's not seen before. That, and new muscle definition creeping in from a mix of his labor-heavy, adult job and how there's never enough food to go around these days. It's just more proof that Bucky is an adult these days. Damn.

Steve ignores those curious parts of his best pal, though, 'cause they're laughing and chuckling and upping the ante to make each other giggle, gasping for air, more until... slowly, slowly, slowly, the humor of it dies down, turning into grunts of effort and breathless shit-talk that's all bark and no bite.

Steve ends up pinned, wiggles out of it, Bucky gets pushed back onto his side, but not all the way over, then Steve's back on his back, ultimately, though--

Steve gets situated on both of Bucky's legs and victoriously grins down at him, his hair hanging over his forehead, blonde and damp. He's won. He's just waiting for Bucky to say it now.

C'mon. Say it! Say it! Steve chants in his own head, too out of breath to shit talk at this juncture.

But Bucky just doesn't know when to give up (something they both have in common as cursed by one Sarah Rogers and another Winnie Barnes). So, the coffee table ends up shuddering from the impact of Bucky's hip when he tries to roll unsuccessfully and get Steve off of him. Steve snickers at him, knowing he's not hurt. Steve clings to Bucky's larger, more muscular, more adult-feeling (and looking) body to stay put. He isn't going down.

In retaliation, on his back, smiling like a goof, Bucky sticks his tongue out. Of course, Steve just does it back. But, not before internally debating if he has the breath or not to blow a raspberry on his exposed skin--it's what he deserves for being a squirmy little shit (nevermind that Steve uses the same tactic when he's the one who's pinned). He doesn't have the breath, though. So, he'll settle for sticking out his tongue.

Even as he teases his friend, this wistfullness overtakes Steve--it's been a good summer. The heat is good for Steve's body, not for his asthma, but his joints and bones like it well enough it doesn't matter. He hasn't had a cold in ages. And, obviously, it has to have been a good season for him to be so enthusiastically wrangling Bucky like he is. Playfighting like this is peaceful. Fun. Super fun. Steve doesn't ever want to grow up if he has to give this up.

Crawling all over Bucky, gathering his wrists in both hands but then finding he can't do much else without his hands free, Steve gives them up and shoves at his shoulders instead, tickles his grossly sweaty armpits, exposed thanks to his tank-top, jabs his bared stomach, and gets all of his (light) weight centered on his hips to keep the other man down. He's got this. He's gonna keep him right here. He's stuck. Sucks to suck.

It's so fucking fun to wrestle like they are, but Steve can't help his competitive nature rising up inside him. He can't take shit unseriously. It's in his blood. He knows Bucky isn't using all his strength against him, but he knows that he's using enough. It's taking effort for them both to play fight like they are. Bucky's using a hell of a lot more force against Steve's bird-boned body than anyone else would ever dare. And Steve is relishing in it. He's fired the fuck up. He's gonna win. He's on top. He's gonna pin Bucky so good and jab him with bony knees and tickle him until he cries uncle.

Then, with the victory under his belt, he'll have ammo to hurl at Bucky for the rest of the summer, lording it over his head until he's frustrated enough that he challenges him to a second round. It'll be exactly as fun to wrestle that second time, too. So. There's nothing to lose. It's a perfect plan.

Steve is so focused. He's moving over top of Bucky, crawling everywhere, pushing, shoving, thinking about what he's gonna do next and where Bucky's weak spots are, how to exploit them, and sythesizing all this playful strategy when any and all of Steve's focus is shot to shit as--

A fractured whimper fills the heavy, hanging air between their barely-clad bodies. Loud and unable to be ignored.

Instantly, Steve stops in his tracks. Wiggling to stock still. At first, he's pretty sure he's hurt Bucky with a noise like that and so he fucking freezes. He didn't mean to do any actual damage! He doesn't want to actually hurt him! They were just rough housing and he got carried away. An apology is already spinning in his mind. But.

Oh.

Steve has stopped moving, leaving him with his thigh pushed up tight between Bucky's legs and, oh, that's Bucky's dick. Steve can feel it. It's hard as... as fuck.

It's harder than anything Steve's felt. Ever.

Still not moving, rooted in his place precarously on top of his best friend, Steve realizes that it's hot, too.

Hot and hard.

His dick.

And a new, completely different kind of heat wave washes stickily over Steve from the cheeks down. Dumbly, his mouth hangs open, he should apologize and skitter away, but he can't move; he's stuck, feeling his blood push through his veins, hotter and hotter with every rickety pump.

Bucky feels it, too. The new, fresh heat wave. It's plain to fucking see that he feels it too--with his hard, hot body and dick underneath him, close enough they're touching everywhere--he's sucked his pink, pink bottom lip between his white teeth, his eyes are squeezed shut, and his blush is a million times worse now than it was when he was just reading his book on the couch and suffering through the heat that way. He's painted in color and gloss, sweating through his undershirt now. Its thin, white fabric clings wetly to his heaving chest. Steve's throat makes a funny sound as he realizes that his friend's his nipples are hard and obvious through the fabric. Targets that beg to be hit. Beneath him, Bucky's so hot that he's nothing more than a melted puddle.

However, Bucky's frozen in time, too. It's like he's so, uh, aroused that he hasn't realized Steve's not still squirming on top of him, not still fighting, not still incidentally rubbing his leg up against his dick, making him get hard and harder, harder, making him whimper, making his sweat, making him--

Steve's brain stutters to even more of a hault--no thoughts whatsoever--as he follows the line of Bucky's body down with hungry eyes, shifting his weight enough to see, oh, there's wetness on Bucky's underwear, too.

It's not sweat.

Playfighting with Steve on top of him like this makes him leak.

The frozen-overheated moment shatters in slow motion with Bucky cracking open one dazed eye, the horror dawning on his face, realizing what he's done--the sound he's just made and the line he's just crossed involuntarily with his best pal. His lips start to shape a mornful, mortified apology. But, fuck it.

Steve lets all of his repressed, denied, wished-away wanting pour forward, and he moves forward, too, surging up against Bucky to press their lips together hard. Almost as blindingly, desperately hard as Bucky is against his lean thigh.

It's hungry and urgent and hotter than the weather outside. It's everything Steve was aching for. Wanting.

Needing.

As it turns out, Bucky's whimpering tastes sweeter than it sounds. And whaddya know, his sweat and wetness feels better than it looks, too.

Fuck.

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Love In Print│Bang Chan

Chapter Twenty Four: We Drink Our Feelings. Like Adults SS: 2 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 2K Content Warnings:

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Christmas Day feels like controlled chaos in Ayame's apartment. The tree in the corner twinkles with fairy lights, adorned with a mismatched collection of ornaments, most notably her beloved Smurf figurines, each perched proudly on the branches. Minho's cooking fills the air with the rich scent of spices, roasted meat, and warm bread, making everyone's mouths water.

Ayame sits cross-legged on the floor, her laptop propped open on the coffee table. Minho leans over her shoulder, squinting at the screen like he's the final boss of critique. Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jisung lounge on the couch, balancing plates piled high with food.

Hyunjin takes a massive bite of Minho's honey-glazed ham, moaning dramatically. "This is so fucking good. Minho, seriously, if the whole HR thing ever flops, you could run a five-star restaurant."

Minho doesn't even look up, his attention still on Ayame's laptop. "Shut up and eat, Twiggy. Ayame's got her big-ass board meeting, and we're making sure she walks in there like a goddamn queen."

"Why can't we eat and critique at the same time?" Hyunjin grumbles around another mouthful, his cheeks puffed like a chipmunk.

Seungmin, ever the deadpan observer, cuts in, "Because Minho lives to micromanage. It's his love language."

Jisung stabs a piece of mashed potato with unnecessary aggression, his scowl deepening. "I'm still fucking pissed about Chan. What kind of asshole plays the long con like that? If I see him, I swear, it's on sight."

Ayame shrugs, feigning nonchalance even though her chest tightens at the mention of Chan. "It doesn't matter. I've got this. He's just noise in the background."

Minho taps a few keys on the laptop, then leans back with an approving nod. "Aya, this is some next-level shit. You're going to annihilate that board. They'll be begging to give you the job."

Ayame raises an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a faint smile. "Does this mean you'll finally stop calling me pabo?"

Minho smirks, reaching over to flick her forehead. "Absolutely not. No matter how badass you get, you'll always be my dumbass. It's tradition."

Jisung slams his fork down with dramatic flair. "For the record, I went OFF on Chan in our group chat. I eviscerated him. Total scorched earth. He's probably still crying."

Hyunjin snickers, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Did you really, or did you send, like, two mildly angry texts and then chickened out?"

"I fucking went in," Jisung snaps, holding up his phone as proof. "Look at this shit! I called him a manipulative dick with more abs than sense."

Ayame snorts, reaching for her wine glass. "Thanks for defending my honour. You're truly the hero I didn't know I needed."

Jisung's eyes light up. "Does this mean I'm officially part of your collection of oppas? Minho, Hyunjin, Seungmin... and now me?"

Ayame pretends to think for a moment, then nods solemnly. "Welcome to the club, oppa."

Jisung fist-pumps the air, nearly sending his plate flying. "Yes! I've finally made it. This is the greatest Christmas gift of all time."

Minho snorts, leaning back against the couch with an air of smug satisfaction. He nudges Jisung's thigh with his socked foot, a teasing grin lighting up his face. "Look at that, jagi," he says, voice dripping with mock pride. "You, a Miroh troll, now officially one of us. What a fucking Christmas miracle."

Jisung clutches his chest dramatically, beaming. "Thank you, jagiya! I am honoured to be here, the chosen one, graced by the glorious presence of my Levanter colleagues."

Ayame groans from her spot on the floor, rubbing her temples like she's nursing a hangover. "Please, I am begging you both. You promised me no coupley shit today. Just one day. That's all I ask. That includes pet names"

Jisung gasps, his hand flying to his mouth like she just slapped him. He turns to Minho with exaggerated, wide-eyed horror. "Bad Minho! Bad, bad Minho! How dare you flaunt our unparalleled happiness in front of Ayame's shattered, fragile heart?! She's still piecing her poor, broken soul together after Chan stomped all over it!"

Ayame glares at him. "Wow, Jisung, you're such a fucking hero. Truly, a saint."

Minho chuckles, tossing a throw pillow at Jisung with casual precision. It hits Jisung square in the face, and Minho grins as he leans back. "You're impossible."

Jisung catches the pillow, clutching it like a shield. "I'm not impossible. I'm adorable. Ayame, back me up."

Ayame lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. "You're like a stray cat who keeps showing up at my door. I didn't ask for you, but now you're here, and I'm stuck with you."

Jisung's jaw drops, his hands clutching the pillow dramatically. "I can't believe you just said that! After everything we've been through! I defended your honour!"

Hyunjin snickers from the other end of the couch, popping a piece of ham into his mouth. "Yeah, Jisung, she really sounds like she's super grateful for you."

Seungmin doesn't even look up from his phone. "She's not."

Jisung groans, flopping back against the couch. "You're all terrible. Except Minho. Minho likes me."

Minho shrugs, not missing a beat. "Eh, you're alright."

Jisung sits up, clutching his heart in mock agony. "Traitor! Betrayed by my own jagiya!"

Ayame leans back against the coffee table, shaking her head. "God, you're all idiots. How did I end up stuck with you?"

Minho smirks, leaning over to refill her wine glass. "Fate, Maknae. Absolute fucking fate."

Jisung grins. "And because I'm adorable. Don't forget that part."

"Forget it? I'll get it engraved on your gravestone," Ayame shoots back, taking a sip of her wine as the room dissolves into laughter.

Once everyone finishes eating, Jisung leans back on the couch, balancing his plate precariously on his knee. He glances over at Minho, who's tidying up with a level of precision that could rival a drill sergeant. "Alright, now that I'm officially in the club, am I no longer a Miroh troll?"

Minho doesn't even look up from stacking plates into a perfect tower. "Oh, no. Unfortunately for you, Jisung, being a Miroh troll is permanent. It's in your DNA. You're doomed."

Seungmin smirks from his spot on the floor, his phone in one hand and a half-empty wine glass in the other. "Yeah, don't forget your roots. You might be a traitor now, but you'll always have troll blood."

Jisung groans, dropping his head dramatically against the back of the couch. "God, fine! But at least I'm a troll with taste."

"Debatable," Minho quips, not missing a beat.

Ayame chuckles as she collects glasses from around the room, her movements precise despite the wine she's consumed. "You didn't even have to be here today, you know. Chan's still your friend."

Jisung perks up at that, sitting up straighter as his face twists into mock indignation. "He was my friend. But now he's facing the ultimate punishment. My wrath. My silent treatment. It's brutal."

Hyunjin, draped across the armrest of the couch like a lounging cat in an expensive cologne ad, raises a perfectly arched brow. "You sure he's not gonna find that a blessing? I mean, peace and quiet for once? Sounds like a win."

Jisung gasps like Hyunjin just insulted his mother. "How dare you! My righteous fury is unmatched! The silent treatment is the most devastating punishment in my arsenal."

Hyunjin shrugs with infuriating laziness. "Sure, if you say so."

Jisung pouts for all of five seconds before his gaze lands on Ayame, who's crossing the room with a tray of empty glasses. He leans forward, his curiosity spilling out in his voice. "Okay, Ayame, real talk. What's with the Smurfs? I've been dying to ask since the first time I stepped into this museum of blue chaos you call an apartment."

Ayame freezes mid-step, a glass still in her hand. Her lips twitch as she debates how much to share. Finally, she sighs and sets the tray down. "When I was a kid, my eomma was always busy doing her lawyer shit. She'd leave me home alone a lot, so I'd just watch The Smurfs on repeat for hours. It was like having company, you know?"

Jisung's expression softens instantly. "Oh. Shit. That's actually kind of sad."

Ayame shrugs, trying to brush off the weight of the confession. "It's not that deep. It is what it is."

"Your eomma sounds cold," Jisung says.

Ayame snorts. "She's cold. She's efficient. Practical. Like a robot. With impeccable hair."

Seungmin sets his wine glass down, narrowing his eyes at her. "And you kept collecting smurfs because...?"

"They make me happy, okay?" Ayame replies, a slight edge to her voice. "They're nostalgic. Like a little reminder that I survived that shit."

Jisung nods solemnly. "Damn right. And now you've got an army of tiny blue allies. No one's gonna fuck with you."

"Except Chan," Hyunjin mutters under his breath and Seungmin slaps him upside the head.

Minho, sprawled out on the floor with his wine glass dangling from his fingers like he's in the middle of a Renaissance painting, glances at Jisung with mock exasperation. "You forgot to mention the fun part, Aya. Prepare to hear her tale of woe Jisung. Ayame's dad died in a car crash when he was leaving her and her eomma. Then her eomma tried to turn Ayame into a little corporate robot lawyer. Ayame, of course, had the audacity to think for herself, and now they barely talk."

"Jesus Christ, Minho," Ayame snaps, glaring at him, though there's more exasperation than actual anger. "Do you have to air all my trauma like it's a fun fact?"

Jisung's mouth drops open as he stares at her, looking genuinely horrified. "Uh, Ayame, have you, like, tried therapy? Like, professionally? With an actual licensed therapist?"

Ayame snorts, leaning back against the couch. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

Minho jumps in before Jisung can answer, gesturing dramatically at himself and then toward Ayame, Hyunjin, and Seungmin like they're a fucking art installation. "We don't do therapy."

Hyunjin raises his wine glass as though it's a prize-winning trophy. "Yeah, therapy is so... what's the word? Not slay of us."

Seungmin, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his wine glass balanced on one knee, doesn't miss a beat. "We drink our feelings. Like adults."

Jisung looks at them, utterly scandalized, his wide eyes darting between their faces like he's watching a car crash in slow motion. "Oh my god. That's- that's not normal. That's not fun. That's fucking alarming."

"Relax," Ayame says, rolling her eyes and gesturing vaguely at Jisung's wine glass. "You're drinking your feelings with us right now. Welcome to the club."

"No," Jisung says firmly, shaking his head as he gestures wildly. "No, this isn't a club. This is- This is mental illness. You guys are insane."

"You say insane," Hyunjin says, reclining dramatically against the couch cushions, "but we say mentally spicy."

"Mentally spicy?!" Jisung yells, his voice cracking slightly. "That's not even a fucking thing!"

"It is now," Seungmin deadpans, taking a slow sip of his wine. "Mentally spicy. Trademark it. Put it on a t-shirt."

Jisung throws his hands up, looking between them like he's debating running for the door. "I fucked Minho because he was the hot HR guy from Levanter, okay? I befriended all of you because I thought you were quirky, like fun weird. But no, you're not quirky! You're clinically fucking insane!"

Ayame doubles over, laughing so hard she nearly spills her wine. "Oh my god, Jisung, this is us. You're in too deep now. You can't leave."

"I don't know," Jisung mutters, narrowing his eyes at Minho. "I might just ghost you all."

"Good luck," Minho says with a devilish grin, leaning over to poke Jisung's knee. "I know where you live, and I've already got a key."

Jisung glares at him. "Why do you have a key to my apartment?"

"Because you let me stay over when I was drunk, remember?" Minho says innocently. "I made myself a copy. Very mentally spicy of me, don't you think?"

Hyunjin lifts his glass again, smirking. "To mentally spicy decisions."

Seungmin clinks his glass lazily against Hyunjin's. "To bad coping mechanisms."

Jisung groans, slumping back against the couch as Ayame raises her glass in mock triumph. "Welcome to the chaos, Jisung."

"I hate all of you," Jisung mutters, though the corners of his mouth twitch like he's fighting a smile.

"You love us," Ayame says, smirking as she takes another sip of her wine.

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We always hear about Connor’s POV on everything but what about the readers. What was the readers first thought when she met Connor? Does she go to her brother about her new onset crush?

Realizations and Revelations

Summary: Y/N begins to realize her feelings for Connor after her brothers tease her about the undeniable connection they see, leading to the thrilling and terrifying realization that she likes him more than just a friend.

Y/N had always thought of Connor as just a friend—a brilliant, charming colleague who happened to get along with her brothers. It wasn’t unusual for them to share coffee breaks or for him to swing by with lunch when she had a packed schedule in maternity. They had an easy camaraderie, the kind that naturally blossomed over shared shifts and mutual respect. But somewhere along the line, something had shifted. She just hadn’t realized it yet.

The first hint came one afternoon when Connor had stopped by her ward unexpectedly. He was on a break from surgery and had brought her favorite tea.

“Thought you might need a pick-me-up,” he’d said with his usual warm smile.

Y/N had thanked him, her fingers brushing his as she accepted the cup. Her heart skipped a beat, but she brushed it off as being overly tired.

Her brothers, however, were not so oblivious.

“Connor’s been hanging around a lot lately,” Will noted one evening when they were sitting in Molly’s, nursing beers.

“Yeah,” Jay added with a smirk. “And Y/N doesn’t seem to mind.”

She rolled her eyes at them. “He’s a friend. We work together. It’s not a big deal.”

“Uh-huh,” Will said, unconvinced. “You sure? You practically light up when he walks into a room.”

Y/N scoffed, but their words stuck with her. Did she? She started paying more attention to herself when Connor was around.

It wasn’t long before she caught herself lingering in conversations with him, finding excuses to spend time together outside of work—grabbing lunch, attending medical conferences. She even started looking forward to the way his eyes would crinkle when he laughed or how he always made sure to hold the door open for her.

The realization hit her like a freight train one evening when she was watching him in the doctors’ lounge. He was explaining something to a fellow surgeon, his hands gesturing animatedly, that familiar spark of passion lighting up his face. She felt her stomach flutter.

“Oh no,” she muttered to herself.

Will had walked in at that exact moment. He caught the look on her face as she watched Connor and smirked knowingly.

“Oh yes,” he teased, sitting beside her. “Finally caught up with what we’ve all known for weeks?”

“I don’t—”

“Save it, Y/N,” Jay interrupted as he walked in behind Will. “You’ve got it bad.”

She glared at them, cheeks burning. “You’re both impossible.”

But they weren’t wrong.

The next time she saw Connor, she couldn’t ignore the feelings bubbling up anymore. He greeted her with his usual warmth, and she felt her resolve crumble.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, noticing her hesitation.

“I—yeah,” she stammered. “I’m good.”

But she wasn’t. Not really. Because the realization that she liked him—really liked him—was both thrilling and terrifying.

And if the way Connor looked at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention was any indication, she wasn’t alone in her feelings. Maybe her brothers weren’t so impossible after all.

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Army of Nurses

November 11th, 2023

The door clicked softly as Grace stepped inside, lugging a suitcase behind her. It had been a long flight, but the sight of her younger sister made every hour of travel worth it. Gemma was sitting on the couch, her arm still in a sling, but the familiar space of home seemed to help her settle into a more relaxed mood. Will had been there all morning, preparing breakfast and making sure she was comfortable—an unspoken promise to help her through the next few days. “Gem!” Grace called out from the hallway, a smile spreading across her face as she saw Gemma. “How’s the patient doing?”Gemma lifted her head, forcing a smile. “Better now that you’re here.”

Grace kicked off her shoes and walked over to her sister, kneeling down in front of her. “Hey, sis. I’m glad I could make it. How’s the arm feeling?”

“Eh, still hurts, but I’m surviving,” Gemma said, clearly not wanting to dwell on the pain. “The doctor says it should heal fine, just need to take it easy for a while.”

“Take it easy, huh?” Grace smirked, noticing the almost comically large stack of books, magazines, and snacks next to Gemma on the coffee table. “Looks like someone’s got a whole day of being pampered planned.”Gemma chuckled lightly. “I’m not complaining. Will’s been great, though. He even made me breakfast this morning.” Grace glanced over at Will, who was lounging nearby, scrolling through his phone, as he often did when he wasn’t actively taking care of Gemma. The way he was constantly checking on her without needing to be asked made Grace smile—she could see how much her brother cared for his younger sister. “Well, don’t get too used to it,” Grace teased, sitting next to Gemma and pulling her knees up to her chest. “I’m here to take over, okay?” Will looked up from his phone, his expression a mix of playful and resigned. “I know, I know. But can you blame me for making sure she gets everything she needs?”. Gemma rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth in her gaze. “I don’t mind it. It’s nice having someone take care of me for a change.”

“I thought you liked taking care of *everyone*,” Grace teased, nudging her sister. Gemma shrugged, biting back a grin. “Yeah, well, being the one who needs the help for once isn’t so bad.” Will stood up and walked into the kitchen. “Speaking of taking care of things… I’ll grab some snacks for you, Grace. You probably haven’t eaten in hours.” Grace waved him off with a smile. “You’re too much, Will. I’m fine.” “Yeah, but you’ll be happier with snacks,” he quipped, already opening the pantry. As Will busied himself in the kitchen, Gemma leaned back on the couch, her body still feeling the weight of the injury but comforted by her sister’s presence. She’d missed Grace—the two of them used to spend hours talking, laughing, and reminiscing. And now, even though she was hurt, it felt like things were starting to feel a little more normal again. “How was the flight?” Gemma asked, glancing over at Grace as she fiddled with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

“It was long,” Grace replied, rolling her eyes. “But I couldn’t wait to get here. How are you really doing? How’s Will been treating you?”Gemma smiled, her cheeks flushing just a little. “He’s been great… a little overboard on the pampering, but it’s nice. He’s just… I don’t know, always there when I need him. Even when I try to pretend I’m fine.” Grace’s expression softened. “Yeah, that’s Will. He doesn’t know how to stop looking after people. It’s like his thing. He’s always been like that.” Gemma nodded, grateful for how naturally Will had stepped up. But the weight of the injury, the time off the ice, and everything else had started to catch up with her. It wasn’t just the collarbone—there was a feeling of helplessness she wasn’t used to. Just then, Will walked back in with a plate of cookies and some iced tea, setting it down on the coffee table in front of Gemma. He noticed the slight shift in her demeanor and gave her a small, understanding look. “Everything okay?” he asked gently, leaning against the back of the couch. Gemma hesitated for a moment, her fingers picking at the edge of the blanket draped across her legs. “Yeah, just… tired,” she admitted. “And I don’t like being stuck at home for so long.” Grace immediately reached over and rubbed her sister’s shoulder. “You’re tough, Gem. You’ll get through this.” Will gave her a half-smile. “I’m sure she will. She always does.” Gemma shot both of them a grateful smile. “Thanks,” she said quietly. “I think I just needed a moment to think things through.” Will sat back down next to her, offering her a plate of cookies. “Well, now you’ve got the rest of the day to do that,” he said. “And if you need to talk, we’re both here, right?”

“Right,” Grace agreed, her smile warm and reassuring. “And you’ve got a whole army of people who care about you, even if it doesn’t feel that way sometimes.” Gemma let out a breath and reached for a cookie. The situation wasn’t ideal, but having Will and Grace here made all the difference. She wasn’t alone, not really. And as much as she didn’t like being sidelined, she knew her family would always have her back, through the tough moments and all.

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Oil At The Coffee Shop VII

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Steve’s Halloween party takes place, and things escalate between you and Eddie.

Word Count : 1.8k

Warnings : not proofread, swearing, alcohol, drunk reader, talks of the upside down and vecna, flufffyyyyyyyyy, first kiss 👀

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Halloween was here. Kids were running up and down the streets dressed as various ghouls and ghosts. You’d closed up shop early, the day had been busy, people adoring all of the sweet treats you’d had on offer.

You quickly shooed Max and El, telling them you’d see them at the party later on. Cleaning up as fast as you could, you headed up to your apartment to get ready for Steve’s party.

You’d decided to dress up as Daphne Blake from Scooby-Doo, one of your favourite characters. Climbing into your purple costume, you fought with it to zip up the back.

Pink tights covered your legs, a green ascot around your neck, along with purple shoes and headband. It looked great for a last minute costume.

It was now nearly hitting 8, so you had to be quick. Luckily you and the girls had already wrapped up the cakes for the party, so you could lock up, get in your car and go.

The drive to Steve didn’t take long, early enough so you didn’t seem rude. Walking in you headed straight to the kitchen, food and drinks were lay out.

“Hey! You made it!” Steve smiled, giving you a sideways hug. To nobody’s surprise, the boy dressed as Danny from Grease, slicking his hair back, dark jeans, vest and a leather jacket.

“Look at you Grease Lightning!” you exclaimed, putting down the snacks in hand. “And you! You ready to solve a mystery?”

“If the offer comes about of course,” I laugh.

“Ah babe these look great!”

“Thanks, where’s Robin, I need to tell her which ones have peanuts in.” He pointed towards the lounge. Sat on the couch was Robin and Vickie, dressed as Andie and Duckie from Pretty in Pink.

“Hey guys! You look great!”

“Jeepers! So do you,” Robin laughed.

“I just came to tell you, some of the sweets have peanuts in, they’re the little frankenstein looking ones.” She smiled, thanking you for the heads up.

The younger kids were dressed up as the Goonies, a great group costume. Nancy and Jonathan were Baby and Johnny from dirty dancing. You heard a familiar voice in the kitchen, Eddie was here.

Walking to greet him, you were taken aback. Okay in all honesty he looked the same as he normally did, but the addition of eyeliner and the taming of his wild curls was something else. “Woah Van Halen, look at you!” you grinned.

“Hey Sweetheart, you look fantastic,” he smiled down at your purple dress. “So do you.”

“Really? Think I look the same.”

“You always look great Eddie,” you smiled at him.

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The party was in full swing, Steve slapping away the younger kids hands whenever they went for alcohol. Scolding them. You on the other hand, were nursing your fifth or sixth drink of the night.

Feeling buzzed and very happy, it was fun. It was nice to have fun and feel normal. You loved the shop, but it’d been stressful. This was the time for you to relax, have a great time with your friends.

“You alright Sweetheart?” a voice came from beside you. “Eddie!” You exclaimed, as if you hadn’t seen the boy in weeks - it’d been about an hour since you last spoke.

“Hiya,” he gave you a crooked smile.

“Hi,” you matched his expression.

“Watcha got there?”

“Drink, it’s yummy. Wanna try?” you asked offering him your cup.

Accepting it from you, he took a sip, coughing slightly. “Who’s mixing your drinks?”

“Robs.”

“Jesus Christ,” he spoke, “Let’s get you some water.”

He put her drink in the skin and filled up a new glass with water. “Sip it okay?” he said, bringing it to your lips, taking small sips. “Good job.” You may have only had 5 or 6 drinks, but Robins pours meant you’d had about 15 or 16.

Watching Eddie intently as drank your water, “You okay?” he asked. Moving the cup from your mouth you nodded, “You’re real pretty Eds.”

His face flushed, “God Robs how much did you put in this?” he asked, more to himself than to anyone in particular. “You should wear eyeliner more often,” you spoke.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, looks real good on you.”

“I almost took my eye out.”

“I’ll do it for you next time, I’ll be real gentle,” you said, touching his cheek softly.

“Yeah okay, as long as I have two eyes by the end of it.”

“Promise,” your hands still touching him, sliding down to play with the curls at the base of his neck.

“What you doing there Sweetheart?”

“You’re just so pretty, curls are just so beautiful Eds.”

“You’re drunk Sweetheart.”

“It’s true though, so fucking beautiful.”

You looked at him in awe, eyes wide like a curious child. “We should get you home,” he said, taking your hand from his face. “But I wanna stay!” you whined.

“Sweetheart don’t you want to go and get comfy in bed?”

You hummed, “That does sound nice. Will you take me?”

“Course Sweetheart? Is your car here?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then, let’s say goodbye to everyone.”

Wrapping your arms around his, you walked to say a drunken goodbye to your friends. “You gonna be okay driving her home?” Steve asked. “Oh yeah, doubt she’ll be any trouble.”

“Okay man, I’ll see later. See you later,” he smiled, kissing your cheek. “Bye Stevie.”

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Eddie helped you into your car, walking round to the other side. “Can you do your belt?” he asked. You attempted, but your fingers didn’t want to work. “I’ve got it Sweetheart,” he said.

Leaning over you and grabbing you belt, you watched Eddie intently. Clicking it into place, he looked at you, not expecting you to be looking at him like that.

“What?” he asked, voice barely a whisper. You heart thumped, he deep chocolate eyes meeting yours. “Eds,” you spoke, hands reaching out to touch his face. “Sweetheart.”

You leant forward, pressing your lips to his gently. You heart warmed, your stomach swarmed with butterflies, all your mind could think was - Eddie Eddie Eddie.

Your hand played with his hair as you kissed him deeper, his own lips moving now. His hand came to your face, his rings cold against your flushed cheeks. You hummed, smiling against his mouth.

He pulled back slightly, “Sweet,” you kissed him again, which made him laugh. He pulled away fully this time, making you whine. “Sweetheart you’re drunk, we can’t do this.”

“Y-you don’t want to kiss me?”

“No! I mean yes! Yes I want to kiss you, but not when you’re drunk. If you want to kiss me when you’re sober we can do that.”

“You promise?” you asked, wide eyed.

“I promise.”

You leaned back in your seat, resting your head against it. Eddie started up the car, taking you home.

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“Hey, wake up,” Eddie shook your shoulders softly, making a groan come out of your mouth. “Come on Sweetheart, let’s get you into bed.”

Eddie had taken your keys when you were back at Steve’s, so he could drive and get you in. After parking in the side alley he helped you up the back staircase and into your apartment.

“Here we go,” Eddie as he pushed the door open. Although you and Eddie had become close, he hadn’t been in your apartment. Not many people had, only Max and El when you sent them up to grab things.

Eddie helped you through the door way, clicking the light on. The boxes full of your stuff was now gone, everything had its place - you still needed to paint some parts.

“Where do you keep your glasses and medication?” Eddie asked.

“Meds are in the bathroom cupboard and glasses are in there,” you motioned to a cupboard.

“Okay,” he filled up a glass and then went to find the bathroom. You sat on the couch, sighing in comfort, sliding your shoes off. You could fall asleep here, suddenly Eddie was in front of you, pills in one hand and water in the other.

“Here you go, you won’t have a headache in the morning.”

“Talking from experience?” you asked, teasingly, he squeezed at your nose lightly. “Take them.”

Without another word, you took the pills with the water, making Eddie smile. “Good job, let’s get you to bed now.” Holding out his hands to you, you took them, allowing him to lead you to the room.

Turning on your lamp, Eddie couldn’t help, but feel honoured to be in a space like yours. It was so you. Cosy, warm, inviting. Something Eddie could have lost if he hadn’t actually got to know you.

“Can you help me out of this?” you asked, you had fought with your zipper on the back of the dress earlier. Eddie walked up to you, carefully lifting your hair up. Taking the zipper into his hand and pulling it down.

Your bareback and bra was visible to him, making him gulp. His skin was rough on you, even-though he touched you as if you were made of glass. “There you go,” he spoke.

“Thank you.”

Holding your arm over your front, you walked to your cupboard to get a shirt and some shorts. “I’ll um … I’ll wait outside,” Eddie said, walking out of the room.

Swapping your clothes, you walk back to the door, to let Eddie in. “Hi,” you say softly.

“Hi Sweetheart.”

“Will you stay with me?” you asked him.

“I’ll stay on the couch, not the bed.”

You sigh, “Sweetheart, if you were sober, I would. I’ll stay on the couch. I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

“Okay, let me get you a blanket and pillow.”

Opening the chest at the end of your bed, you pulled out a nice plus blanket and the took extra pillows from your bed. “Here you go,” you smiled.

“Thank you,” he spoke as he took them from your hands. Leaning down he pressed his lips against your forehead. “If you wake up and you want to kiss me, you’re more than welcome too.”

“I’ll hold you to that offer.”

“Goodnight Sweetheart.”

“Goodnight Eddie.”

Once the door had closed, you lay down on your bed. Quickly getting comfy, and closing your eyes, you’d kissed Eddie. It was amazing.

Soon enough you fell to sleep, dreaming of his lips on yours.

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We’d kissed. She kissed me. I kissed her back.

What if she regretted it? What if she was so drunk she’d just forget?

It might be for the best that she forgot, she deserved so much more than Hawkins’ freak. The man who apparently summoned Satan to the town.

The man who was mentally and physically scarred from the ‘earthquakes’. You didn’t know the truth. Would you still think he was beautiful? Still want to kiss him?

She didn’t know about Chrissy, or Vecna, or what really happened to him and Max. She deserved to know. Even if she hated him after. She needed to know.

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[ramshackle-ramblings]

Baby Panick!!

Chapter 3

First Previous

By the time they got to Ramshackle, Riddle was completely asleep, limp in Mouse's arms. Mouse carefully opened the door, letting Vaughn in.

"We can set them both up in my room," Mouse spoke quietly, not wanting to wake Riddle. "You can get Jade in the tub, I'm going to tuck Riddle in."

Vaughn nodded, catching the front door with his foot before slipping it closed quietly and following Mouse up the stairs to their room.

Alise looked up from the couch in the lounge when the door opened, her feet propped on the coffee table, and a book in her hands. She watched Mouse and the strange student go upstairs without making a sound.

But ...

Were they carrying babies?

Mouse pushed open their bedroom door, motioning to the bathroom before walking over to their bed. They gently set Riddle down on it as Vaughn entered the bathroom with Jade's help, though it was difficult to get a proper grip with all the blood and slime. The student unraveled Jade from him to place him in the tub, the elver almost fit in it.

"Where did you find babies?" Alise asked from the doorway.

Mouse gasped, covering their mouth quickly and turning to look at Alise. "Oh god... Alise, you scared me!"

Mouse kept their voice quiet, but their tone was scolding. Shaking their head, they walked over to talk to Alise without fear of waking Riddle. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

Alise shrugged. "I think that's the least important of the questions posed here today," she answered, slipping past Mouse to peer at the sleeping toddler.

Mouse made an unamused sound, shaking their head. "Don't wake him, he's been super stressed," they warned, following after Alise. "There was a potions accident with Riddle and Jade."

Alise cocked her head to the side. "This baby ... " she said quietly. "What kind of potions accident?"

"Uhm..." Mouse was silent, looking for the words to explain it. They looked over to Alise. "One that... turned Riddle and Jade into children?"

"So this ... " she waved her hand over the sleeping child, cuddling his magic pen like it was a stuffed animal. "This is Riddle? And Jade is in your bathtub?"

Mouse nodded, scratching the back of their neck nervously. "Y-yep..."

"Ah. Well. That's exciting," Alise said, a slow grin spreading across her face. "He's awful cute when he's sleeping, isn't he?"

"Alise," Mouse started, their tone stern. "Please... Try your best not to upset him further until we find a solution." The stern tone faded into that of genuine concern. "Vaughn mentioned that... That any added stress could be especially dangerous for them, specifically if it creates any blot. I don't..." Mouse cut themselves off, covering their mouth as they thought about Riddle's past. Not wanting to accidentally repeat any traumas from it.

Alise looked up at Mouse, and her grin faded. "I won't," she promised. "He must hate this."

"Hey, I'm gonna pop over to Sam's and see if he's got any snacks and toys. And baby clothes. It's a long shot, but ... " She shrugged. "He kind of seems to have everything?"

Mouse pulled Alise into a hug, leaning down to bury their nose into her hair. "Thank you, Alise. You're a good friend, even if Riddle fights you." They mumbled to her, letting her go and patting Alise's arm. "Sounds good... Try to get some for Jade too?"

Alise nodded. "He's sure to have something we can use as bath toys."

Mouse chuckled, shaking their head before turning towards the bathroom. "Just nothing snake shaped."

"Only if we don't want it last," she giggled.

Mouse snorted, slipping into the bathroom to see Jade splashing Vaughn aggressively. He had taken off his shirt to poke at the wounds.

"JES-" Mouse started, staring at the wounds on his arm. They had been expecting little pin-pricks, but these were gouges, some of them almost an inch long. His shoulder was the same.

"Yeaahhh... Deeper than I expected..."

Mouse huffed, quickly getting out the first aid kit. "I think you'll need to go to the nurse's."

"I think you're right," Vaughn said, watching as Mouse unpacked everything and simultaneously got their bottom half soaked by Jade. He presented his arm and shoulder to them.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Mouse scolded, getting out the antiseptic.

"It wasn't a concern-"

"Wasn't a concern!? Vaughn, you're gushing blood!"

Vaughn sighed, offering Mouse a shrug. "Alright, so it was a concern. Just not at the time..." He hissed when Mouse applied the cotton swabs to his wounds. "But it wouldn't have made sense to make a detour. I doubt Mr. Leech and Mr. Rosehearts would've wanted to be seen either."

Mouse grumbled in response, simply working on cleaning and dressing his wounds. They finished quickly, and Vaughn tested out the bandages before slipping on his blood stained shirt.

"Thank you, prefect Mouse." He smiled at them, before waving to Jade. "I'll be taking my leave now."

“And make sure you stop at the nurse's!" Mouse scolded, Vaughn just nodded as he turned to leave, being mindful of the doors due to a sleeping Riddle.

Mouse turned to look at Jade, sighing as they sat on the wet floor. "Are you happy?"

Jade nodded, offering Mouse a smile.

"Ooof course you are... Can I trust to leave you alone?"

He shook his head.

Mouse said nothing, unsuprised honestly.

He looked up at them, offering another smile.

"Are you going to splash me again?"

He nodded, before promptly doing so, soaking Mouse fully.

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[rom-e-o]

How do we think the boys reacted the first time they got a boner around their girls after getting into a relationship? Obviously, they're not school boys, they know how the biology behind it works. But still, they're involved with undeniably gorgeous women, one who was a socialite and model and one who is in her young prime with a cult following as a glamorous lounge singer. And they've both been pursued and used only for their looks and sex appeal. Without a doubt, there is reason to suspect some fear of this happening again is in the back of the girls' minds. And, while the boys have had lusty dreams and thoughts of these lovely ladies, absolutely, that's only a considerably small factor behind why they want to be with these amazing women. So does it stand to reason that the boys might be just a bit apprehensive when their arousal makes itself obviously known the first time?

Like with Wolf, I imagine he and Bess are in the middle of a heated makeout sesh when he inevitably starts getting uncomfy down there. He internally panics, not wanting to offend Bess and hopes she doesn't notice, silently willing the bloody thing to cool down (😂). But, of course, his body doesn't listen, because does it ever? And the next thing he knows Bess is straddling him and pushing even closer, maybe instinctively grinding against him a bit, and there's no doubt she feels him.

"Mm, Wolfy. Is that a roll of change leftover in your pocket or a critique of my kissing skills?"

And he just squeaks out like a pubescent boy: "I'm sorry! I'm so bloody sorry, Bess! I'm not expecting... anything from you! Not anything at all, I swear! Darling, I love you so, so bloody damn much, and I just want to be with you. N-Not like that! At least, not until you're ready. And if you're never ready, I don't care--I just want to be by your side. I-I'm not with you just to get sex; I just... this... m-my... i-it-"

"Has a mind of its own. I'm an l&d nurse and an aspiring midwife, Ebenezar; I'm well aware how the male anatomy works."

"Ha. O-Of course you are. I-I just wanted-"

She stops him with a kiss. "Shhhh. I know. Thank you for your courtesy and consideration. But it's okay. I'm not offended or wondering if your intentions are anything but honorable."

Of course, she wouldn't; she's so brilliantly understanding. "You must think me a bloody stupid idiot."

"Not really. Not a stupid one anyway. A bloody sweet idiot, though. I can't name any man I've ever encountered apologizing for getting an erection around me but you. Stuttering and sputtering like a 15-year-old boy who just got caught watching porn, no less."

"Haha. Yes. Not my most suave or articulate moment, I must say."

"Heeheehee. No. But, if I'm being honest, it was actually really adorable. And your little speech was actually quite gallant. I've never felt more cherished or respected."

"Mmm. You most amazing woman. I do not deserve you."

"... Wwwweeeeeelllllllll, don't say that just yet. Because it was so cute, I absolutely intend on telling Connie about your boner freak out."

"... Elizabeth Felicity Sullivan, you wouldn't dare."

"Watch me, big boy." And Bess darts off, grabbing her phone off the coffee table as she sprints, squealing, for the bathroom with Wolf hot on her trail, roaring playfully.

Ah, yes. The first introduction of their ‘second mate’ to their lovely ladies. 😂

Them being nervous is very understandable. They’re gentlemen, so they’re a little shy about it under any circumstances, but ESPECIALLY knowing the trauma their girlfriends have been through? They don’t want to blow it. Their minds are very aware of the nuance of the situation … but their bodies are that of red-blooded men, so yeah, they’ve got a mind of their own, haha.

Bess handled it so well! And Wolf, what an absolute sweetie for reassuring him that he is perfectly content to wait until she’s ready, IF she’s ever ready. He just wants to be with her. 🥹💕

And bonus points for dishing the gossip to Con, haha. Sorry, Wolf, girls tell each other everything.

I feel like Adonis would be very similar to Wolf in terms of being worried about it. We know he gets very turned on by dreams of Con, but in person? I’m imagining he goes OUT of his way to make sure their kisses are posed in such a way that his hips are angled very specifically. 😂

Connie … she’s older herself and has her own intimacy issues, so I think she goes into it all thinking that he may be similar. Lots of older gentlemen can have erectile dysfunction, and that sincerely doesn’t bother her in the slightest.

Then, cut to them getting handsy and making out, and they lose balance in the sofa, and he falls forward. She feels him, and is like, “Oh!”

He SCRAMBLES UP quickly, looking at her with wide eyes. “I’m sorry! I-I don’t mean for you to … that is … I-I’m sorry. I have no secret expectations, I assure you, I guess I’m just … ugh.”

While he’s blushing and moves to get up, her hands quickly cup his face and pull him back down.

“Honey, wait,” she says, smiling softly as she pulls him close. “Have you…been doing that this whole time? Every time we kiss?”

“I-erm…yes, I suppose.”

“Why?”

“B-Because … I don’t want to make you feel like an object. I love when we’re together in any capacity, and in don’t just … there’s a time and place. I didn’t want to ambush you with any ultimatums.”

She smiles. “Is there an ultimatum?”

“Certainly not,” he says, turning more to putty as her fingers caress his cheekbones. “I’m content to move at any pace, and frankly, being in your company at all is a pleasure. F-For me. I hope for you too.”

He’s so sweet, she thinks.

“Darling, the sound I made, I was just surprised,” she assures. “And also … quite impressed.”

And he goes FUCHSIA. “You were … what?”

“Knowing that you treat me so kindly, think of my feelings, and I can do that to you? Mm. I dare say I’m ever more fond of you, my considerate, wonderful, amazing Adonis of a man.”

“O-Oh.”

“Not to mention … my nicely-endowed Adonis too. Those statues and classical artwork pieces are accurate, I see. I’ll have to tell Bess next time we stroll the museum.”

“C-Connie!” 🥴

[roxannarambles]

Title: The Bloodmoon Graves (Part 7/7)

Summary: Nemona learns about the rumors of a fabled "Bloodmoon Beast" and decides they should all go for a camping trip out in the Timeless Woods to search for it. They end up finding a bit more than they bargained for.

(See Ch 1 for tags & other info)

Chapters: Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Epilogue

Fortunately for the exhausted group of travelers, their camp had not been disturbed since they left it. As tired as they all were, it was almost tempting to try to go back to sleep, but there was no telling if the Bloodmoon Beast would be able to take care of all the wolves– and whether it might decide to come after them once it was done. So after a short rest, they hastily packed up camp and left, hiking back into the Kitakami Wilds.

Once they were out of the woods, they pitched their tents again and tried to get some rest, Mabosstiff standing guard, just in case. The next morning, while eating breakfast (which was whatever was left of their food supplies), they debated whether they should go back into the woods to track down the rest of their missing supplies– their cell phones were the things they wanted most to find. Eventually they decided they would return later for them. For the time being, they hiked the rest of the way back to Mossui Town. The hike felt much, much longer on the return trip, and it was a relief when they finally rounded Apple Hills and spotted the buildings of the little town.

The first thing they did was hand their pokeballs off to the nurse. She was able to clean the awful mess off their pokeballs and get them back to normal, but the job did take her several hours and some helpers. In the meantime, the kids got a proper meal at the Community Center and then just crashed for most of the remainder of that day. They definitely needed the rest.

The following day, Juliana felt a hundred percent better, and it seemed Nemona did, too. After breakfast they took a walk to Loyalty Plaza and planned out their return trip to the Timeless Woods (they were going to fly on Juliana’s Corviknight, this time). When they returned to town they finally found Arven and Penny awake in the Community Center. 

“Heyyyy, there they are!” Nemona said, dropping down on the bench beside them. Juliana sat down too, saying,

“We thought maybe you guys were gonna sleep all day.”

“I wasn’t asleep. Just didn’t feel like leaving my room,” Arven answered curtly, sipping some coffee and petting the dog lounging by his feet. Juliana teased,

“Wait, seriously? Arven staying in his room all morning? That doesn’t sound right. You okay, Arven? Did this trip turn you into Penny?”

Nemona laughed a little. Penny had her nose in a laptop and barely had the energy to send them both a withering glare. Arven replied,

“I’m fine. Jeez, I can’t take it easy for one morning? We’re on vacation, aren’t we?”

Juliana shrugged,

“It’s more of a field trip, but sure.”

She leaned down and pet Mabosstiff for a few moments and then looked back to him. In a softer tone, she said,

“But . . . um, are you actually okay? I just wanted to make sure, after . . . well, everything.”

Nemona watched quietly, also looking concerned. Arven sipped his coffee and sighed. After a while, he said,

“Yeah. I won’t claim that was my favorite trip, but I’ll be fine. Mabosstiff and I have faced worse. And it’s gonna take a lot more than some pesky ghost types to turn us off from camping.”

He patted Mabosstiff’s head and the dog’s tail thumped the ground.

“Good,” Juliana said, smiling. He gave her a smile in return, small but genuine. 

“What about you, Penny?” Nemona asked, turning to her. 

“Yeah, no, I’m never stepping foot outside again,” Penny replied blandly. Arven snorted.

“Aw, Penny! Don’t say that . . . I know you didn’t have much fun, but it wasn’t all bad, right?”

Penny didn’t even hesitate to reply,

“Yeah it was. You trying to tell me there were parts of that you enjoyed?”

Nemona exchanged a look with Juliana, then answered confidently,

“Well, yeah! I mean, not the almost dying parts obviously, but, think about it. We got to see a brand-new pokemon nobody’s ever heard of before, and all those weird tar pits, and that’s pretty cool, right? It’s like we’re on the cutting-edge of discovery and stuff!”

“I think I’ll stay away from the cutting-edges, they’re a little too cutting.”

With an excited gleam in her eyes, Nemona added,

“Plus, we saw the Bloodmoon Beast! And it was every bit as awesome as we thought it’d be!!”

Juliana chimed in,

“Yeah, I think it finished off that entire hoard all by itself, it was unreal! I can’t believe we got to see that.” 

Penny shook her head, returning her focus to her laptop.

“I’m not saying I’m unhappy it saved our butts out there, but you two are still crazy. That is not something I want to get near again, not by choice.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you’re both not already back there trying to catch it,” Arven chuckled dryly. Nemona hesitated, looking thoughtful.

“Well . . . I dunno.”

They looked to her, waiting for her to continue. Eventually Nemona ventured,

“I kinda got the sense maybe the Beast was sorta . . . the guardian of the forest, in a way? He came in and saved us right when we needed it most. I don’t think he wants to hurt anyone, not really. Maybe he’s happy where he lives, and just wants to be left alone. Maybe . . .”

She smiled self-consciously,

“Maybe not every super strong pokemon needs to be caught?”

Arven’s phone made a little bleep and he checked it. Juliana could see the screen display:

carminesandiego: what the heck is this crap

Arven typed,

its the ursaluna we saw when we were camping in the timeless woods

carminesandiego: sure arven whatever you say

what? its true

carminesandiego: what did you do, strap a flashlight to your head and take a pic of yourself in the bathroom with the lights off

carminesandiego: cant see shit

“That’s actually a nice outlook, Nemona,” Penny said with a smile, 

“So I take it once you guys find the cell phones you’ll be leaving right away then?”

“Oh no, we’re still gonna try to find one of those ghost wolves to catch.”

Dismayed, Penny stared at them.

“What happened to letting sleeping dogs lie?”

Nemona shrugged, “I dunno. Those things were freaky, I gotta learn more about them.”

When Juliana and Nemona later returned to the Timeless Woods, they were able to recover their phones and a few other odds and ins that had been missing. They combed the forest thoroughly, searching for the strange tar pools they had seen a few nights ago. They also went back to the cave where Ogerpon had discovered the original tar pool.

However, all signs of the tar pools and the ghostly wolves had vanished . . . without a trace. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bonus Content: Official Stats Sheet

Name: Oozing Bones - Ghost/Ground (Past Paradox Houndstone)

Abilities: Liquid Ooze/Sticky Hold/Prankster (Hidden)

Appearance:

(Dire Form) - A ghostly wolf (based on a Dire Wolf, Aenocyon dirus), around the size of a Mabosstiff. Its fur is pitch black, oily, and drips in some places. In a few spots, there are bare patches that expose bone beneath, including on the tail, by the ribs, and a leg. Its eyes are open eye sockets that are empty, but a flickering, ghostly purple light is inside them to act as pupils. It has very large fangs.  

(Desiccated Form) - Mostly a bare skeleton of a wolf, dripping in dark, sticky tar in many places. Its eyes still have the purple light.

Shiny Colors: Dark purple fur with orange lights for eyes

Stats:

Dire Form: HP (72), Attack (111), Defense (95), Spec Attack (55), Spec Defense (122), Speed (45), 500 total  

Desiccated Form: HP (72), Attack (130), Defense (37), Spec Attack (120), Spec Defense (122), Speed (19), 500 total

Learnset:

Start Moves: Lick, Tail Whip, Smog, Sand Attack, Destiny Bond

Lvl 1: Tackle, Growl, Tar Shot

Lvl 4: Mud Slap 

Lvl 8: Bite 

Lvl 13: Howl 

Lvl 16: Curse 

Lvl 20: Dig 

Lvl 25: Sand Tomb 

Lvl 28: Crunch 

Lvl 32: Echoed Voice 

Lvl 37: Shadow Bone 

Lvl 40: Shadow Sneak 

Lvl 44: Toxic 

Lvl 49: Phantom Force 

Lvl 52: Spikes 

Lvl 56: Bonemerang 

Evolution: Tar Ooze (Signature Move, changes forms between Dire and Desiccated, also drops foe’s speed 1 stage, Basepower 10/Ground move)

TM Movepool:

Mud Slap, Scary Face, Protect, Mud Shot, Confuse Ray, Bulldoze, Hex, Snarl, Night Shade, Endure, Sandstorm, Sand Tomb, Dig, Sleep Talk, Rest, Stomping Tantrum, Sludge Bomb, Shadow Ball, Substitute, Crunch, Phantom Force, Earth Power, Will-o-Wisp, Sand Tomb, Toxic, Spikes, Roar, Poltergeist, Toxic Spikes, Venoshock, Acid Spray, Fling, Rock Blast, Taunt, Imprison, Leech Life, Stealth Rock, Fire Spin, Fire Fang, Tera Blast

[sabrinajenre96]

Another day another prank...

Paring: Derek Shepherd x Sloan! Reader

Warning: This one-shot contains a series of pranks involving fake labor, exaggerated reactions, and a whole lot of chaos in the hospital. There will be some panic, laughter, and a hilarious series of events, especially towards the grand finale. Be prepared for a lot of dramatic moments, funny bets, and friends (and husbands) losing their minds. No one gets hurt in the making of this prank-filled story.

Grey Sloan Memorial was bustling with its usual hospital chaos. Nurses zipped around with clipboards, doctors shuffled through charts, and somewhere in the distance, a patient was calling for help because their coffee was too cold. In the midst of it all, the Reader—pregnant, bored, and armed with a mischievous glint in her eye—was ready to turn her mundane hospital day into a comedy show.

Pregnancy had been a rollercoaster for her. The cravings, the exhaustion, the endless doctor’s appointments—but today, she was going to have some fun. She had the perfect opportunity to prank everyone who dared to cross her path, and she wasn’t holding back.

Her first victim? Meredith Grey.

The Reader spotted her by the nurses' station, deep in conversation with a nurse. It was go time.

With a dramatic gasp, she clutched her stomach, doubling over as though struck by an invisible wave of pain. “Meredith! My water just broke!”

Meredith whipped around so fast she almost knocked over a coffee cup. “Wait, what? Are you—are you serious?”

“Yes! Yes, I swear! It’s happening!” The Reader shrieked, her eyes wide in exaggerated terror. “I don’t know what to do! It’s too early—oh my god, I—!”

Meredith’s face shifted from annoyance to full-on panic. “Oh my god, okay. Okay, don’t worry, we’ll get help. I’ll—oh god, I don’t even know where to take you—”

The Reader stood up straight, hands on her hips, and a grin spread across her face. “Gotcha!”

Meredith blinked a few times, her face going from white to red in a flash. “You are insane,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “I was about to call an entire team to deliver your baby in the hallway.”

The Reader snorted with laughter. “Gotta keep you on your toes, Mer.”

Next up was Cristina Yang—the woman who would literally never back down from anything. This would be a good test.

The Reader found her in the doctor’s lounge, flipping through patient files, looking completely unbothered by the chaos of the hospital.

She casually walked over, took a deep breath, and pressed her hand to her stomach. “Cristina… I think it’s really happening,” she said, her voice trembling with faux panic. “My water just broke.”

Cristina didn’t even look up. “Sure it did. You’re what, two months early? Not buying it.”

“I’m serious!” The Reader continued, her voice rising. “What do I do? I can’t believe this is happening right now!”

Cristina squinted at her for a moment, clearly trying to figure out if the Reader was messing with her. Finally, she sighed dramatically and got to her feet. “Alright, alright. Let’s go—"

The Reader let out a high-pitched laugh, holding up her hands. “Gotcha!”

Cristina froze mid-step, staring at the Reader as if she’d just grown a second head. “No. No way. I was about to get the damn Chief of Surgery down here, and now you’re telling me it was all a prank?”

The Reader shrugged, still grinning. “What can I say? I’ve got skills.”

Cristina just shook her head. “I’m never trusting you again.”

Alex Karev was her next target, and he was in the middle of yelling at some poor intern when she approached him. Perfect timing.

“Alex! My water just broke!” The Reader cried out, her voice laced with fake panic.

Alex froze mid-sentence. “What?! Are you serious? Are you—”

“Yes! Yes! It’s happening now! I don’t know what to do—!” She clutched her stomach like her life depended on it.

Alex, never one to handle situations calmly, immediately grabbed her by the arm. “Okay, okay, we’re getting you a room. Stay calm. Don’t panic.”

As Alex tried to hustle her toward the elevator, the Reader couldn’t keep it in any longer. She burst out laughing. “Gotcha!”

Alex’s face went from pure panic to utter disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, still recovering from the heart attack she almost gave him. “You seriously had me thinking I was going to have to deliver this kid in the hallway.”

The Reader just shrugged, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re welcome.”

Her next target? Callie Torres and Arizona Robbins—together. She spotted them walking down the hall, engrossed in a conversation about a patient, and immediately saw an opportunity.

“Callie! Arizona!” The Reader called out, her voice quivering in panic. “It’s happening! My water just broke!”

Callie immediately froze, her face going pale. “What? Are you—are you serious?”

Arizona’s eyes widened as she started looking around frantically for help. “What do we do? Where’s a room? Call someone—someone get a nurse!”

The Reader’s voice went higher as she gasped dramatically, clutching her belly. “I don’t know what to do! What if the baby comes now?!”

“Don’t worry!” Callie said, grabbing the Reader’s arm. “We’ll get you a bed, we’ll call for help, it’s all going to be fine—”

And then the Reader laughed, loud and proud. “Gotcha!”

Callie and Arizona stood stock-still, staring at her in stunned silence. “You’re insane,” Callie finally muttered, rolling her eyes. “I almost got the OR ready for you.”

Arizona smirked. “And I was about to take a three-minute break from the chaos of this hospital to deliver your kid.”

The Reader shrugged. “It’s the drama. Keeps everyone on their toes.”

Richard Webber and Jackson Avery were having a conversation by the break room when the Reader walked up to them, clutching her stomach and looking deeply concerned.

“Richard! Jackson!” She gasped. “It’s really happening! My water just broke!”

Jackson’s eyes widened, and Richard looked like he’d just seen a ghost. “Are you serious?” Jackson demanded.

“Yeah! I can’t believe it’s happening now!” The Reader continued, trying not to laugh at their panic.

Richard looked at Jackson. “We need to get her to a room. Now.”

Before they could react further, the Reader couldn’t hold it any longer. “Gotcha!”

Jackson blinked twice, clearly processing what just happened. “You’re a menace,” he muttered, though the corners of his mouth were twitching into a grin. “I almost called for the entire surgical team.”

Richard couldn’t help but chuckle. “I don’t know whether to be relieved or impressed.”

Owen Hunt was next. The Reader found him pacing near the nurse’s station, and she decided to hit him with full dramatic effect.

“Owen!” she cried out. “It’s really happening! My water just broke!”

Owen’s face immediately shifted from calm to absolute panic. “What?! What do you mean it’s happening now?”

“I don’t know! I’m freaking out!” The Reader added in a few sobs for extra drama. “Please, help me!”

Owen’s military precision kicked in immediately. “Okay, okay, let’s get you to a room. Don’t worry, I’m calling Bailey.”

But the Reader couldn’t help herself anymore. “Gotcha!”

Owen stared at her in stunned silence for a few seconds before sighing in resignation. “You know, I’ve seen a lot of things in this hospital, but that’s a new one.”

Miranda Bailey was in her office, and the Reader was ready to go all out for this one. She walked in, looking pale and breathing heavily.

“Bailey!” she cried, clutching her stomach. “My water just broke! I need help!”

Bailey immediately put her pen down and gave the Reader a look of disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I swear! It’s happening now!” The Reader gasped dramatically, leaning on Bailey’s desk for support. “I’m scared, Bailey! What do I do?”

Bailey stood up, not wasting a second. “We’re getting you to a bed, now. Don’t panic. I’m calling the team.”

And, just like that, the Reader let out a laugh that echoed through the office. “Gotcha!”

Bailey’s eyes widened, and she shook her head in utter disbelief. “I swear to god, you’re going to kill me one of these days.”

Now, onto Amelia Shepherd.

Amelia was in the middle of reviewing some patient notes in her office when the Reader walked in with that familiar look of mischief.

"Amelia!" she cried, holding her stomach. "It's really happening! My water just broke!"

Amelia looked up from her notes, the tiniest flicker of doubt crossing her face. “Uh, you’re really early for that, aren’t you?”

The Reader’s eyes widened. "I know! I don’t know what to do! Help me, Amelia!”

Amelia raised an eyebrow and stood up slowly. "You can’t be serious. You’re—what—five months along?"

The Reader looked at her helplessly, clutching her stomach and looking on the verge of tears. “I’m terrified! Amelia, please help me!”

Amelia shook her head, crossing her arms. “Alright, alright, we need to get you to a room and call Derek. Just—”

The Reader suddenly burst..

The Reader had pranked everyone at the hospital—her friends, her coworkers. But now, the grand finale had arrived. The moment she’d been waiting for. And who better to target than her husband, Derek Shepherd, and her brother, Mark Sloan? The two were inseparable, and if anyone could truly lose their minds, it was these two.

The lobby was buzzing with activity, and the Reader had set the stage. She made her way toward the entrance, where Derek and Mark were casually chatting, laughing about something ridiculous that had happened in the OR. They were so engrossed in their conversation, they didn’t see her coming.

She took a deep breath, placed a hand dramatically over her stomach, and waited for the perfect moment. Then, just as they looked over, she gasped and clutched her belly.

“Derek! Mark! Oh my god, it’s happening! My water just broke!”

The reaction was instant. Derek’s face went pale. “Wait, what?” His eyes darted from the Reader to the hallway, his brain clearly not processing the situation. “No… no way. You’re messing with me, right? You have to be.”

Mark’s eyes bulged as he glanced at Derek and then back to the Reader. “What?! Now? Right here? In the lobby?” His voice cracked. “No, no, no. This is too early. This can’t be happening.”

The Reader made a show of looking panicked, even though she was barely holding back laughter. “I don’t know what to do! My water just broke and we’re in the middle of the hospital, Derek! I’m not ready for this, I—”

Mark cut her off, already walking toward the elevator in a flurry of panic. “Okay, we need to get you upstairs, right now. Don’t worry, we’ll get you to a room, we’ll call the nurse, you’re gonna be fine. Everything will be fine, but we need to move now!”

Derek, still processing, whipped out his phone. “No, wait. Wait. We need a doctor. Stat. You can’t be—” He fumbled with his phone, looking frantically for someone to call. “We need a nurse! We’re not doing this alone, I—”

Mark was already halfway across the lobby, gesturing wildly at the elevator. “Derek, MOVE. We need to get her upstairs now, this baby’s coming fast!”

The Reader stepped back, watching their frantic scrambling with barely-contained amusement. They were acting like this was the end of the world.

As Derek continued to shout into his phone for a nurse, Mark was practically dragging the Reader toward the elevator. “Alright, no time to waste. Let’s go, come on!” he urged, almost lifting her off the ground.

Suddenly, the Reader couldn’t hold it in anymore. She held up her hands, still grinning. “Gotcha!”

For a full moment, Derek and Mark both froze, staring at her in complete confusion, their panic giving way to disbelief. Then it hit them.

“What—what do you mean, ‘gotcha’?” Derek was the first to recover, his voice a mix of frustration and embarrassment. “You’re telling me this was all a prank?!”

The Reader laughed hysterically, holding her stomach as she doubled over in giggles. “Yep! You guys totally bought it! Gotcha good!”

Mark just stared at her, his face going from frantic to exhausted in a second. “I thought I was going to have to deliver the baby in the lobby! Do you have any idea what you just put me through? I almost had a heart attack.”

“I thought I was going to have to call every doctor in this building and get a whole team in here,” Derek grumbled, still looking like he couldn’t believe it. “You’re—” He rubbed his face, still trying to process. “I’m gonna get you back for this. I swear to god.”

“Wait,” Mark said, glancing over at Derek with a raised eyebrow. “So, you didn’t see it coming, either? Not even after everything she did to us earlier?”

Derek shot him a look. “Clearly not, because I thought this was real! It’s her!” He gestured toward the Reader, who was still laughing. “She’s evil.”

The Reader, still chuckling, crossed her arms, giving Derek and Mark a smirk. “What can I say? I’m just keeping you both on your toes.”

The rest of the crew—Meredith, Cristina, Alex, Callie, Arizona, Richard, Jackson, Owen, and Miranda—all emerged from their hiding places, unable to contain their laughter anymore.

“Oh my god,” Owen said, shaking his head. “I honestly thought I’d seen it all in this hospital, but this is a new level.”

“How did you guys fall for this?” Meredith teased, shaking her head. “You’ve been working with her all this time, and you still didn’t see it?”

“Honestly,” Miranda added, wiping tears from her eyes, “I thought you guys would have figured it out by now. I mean, come on. She’s been pulling pranks all day!”

Amelia just stepped forward, smirking. “You guys deserve this. I can’t believe you didn’t see it coming.”

Derek and Mark both groaned, rubbing their faces. “I’m never trusting any of you again,” Derek muttered. “I’m going to start calling every pregnant woman I see a prankster.”

Mark shook his head. “We’ve been had... and I’m not happy about it.”

The Reader grinned. “Hey, I’m just here for the laughs. But don’t worry, Derek. I’m sure you’ll get your revenge one day.” She winked.

Mark turned to Derek and sighed. “You’ve got your work cut out for you, man.”

“Don’t worry,” Derek said, still shaking his head, “I’ll definitely get her back. She thinks she’s so clever.” He shot a look at the Reader. “But you are clever. I’ll give you that.”

The whole group laughed, knowing this would be a day they’d all remember for a long time.

---

The End.

[seeinghcsts]

closed starter: @paradislost !! location: thomas's place

it felt so . . . odd. almost foreign, to have eliza sitting on his couch. so foreign that he almost feared if he joined her on the worn fabric, she'd disappear up with the puff of dust that'd likely rise from the cushions. the place was worn down, well-lived in, but . . . it was entirely thomas. photography prints hung from clotheslines across the living room, old records neatly organized on a shelf with a vintage record player sat open atop it, lacrosse equipment stationed by the front door with flannels, jean jackets, and hoodies tossed like throw blankets on just about every surface there was. he moved into the kitchen nursing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, the ice balls he had placed in them clinking on the walls as he cleared his throat, tamed curls visible over the sofa she was lounged upon. clearing his throat, he opted to sit on the arm chair, setting down the vice and the glassware on the coffee table. ❛ not sure if you still drink it but uh, got the bottle for us a while back for whenever you decided to grace this shithole town with your presence again, ❜ thomas laughed, brushing a hand through his hair whilst the other gestured vaguely to what he had brought over from the kitchen.