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asteroshearts · 11 months ago

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My Type

Oh no! Nanami's wife is just Itadori's type!

Or the story of how, upon meeting Nanami's wife, Itadori just can't take his eyes off her.

Nanami x Reader

Tags: this story was referenced here, but can be read completely alone, she/her pronouns, discussions of body types, Itadori's a bit of a pervert here (but he doesn't actually see anything!! Nanami, however, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)), typical anime flashing

Hey Ken: How are you feeling?

You: Like shit My fever got worse after you left

Hey Ken: I'll be home soon. Please take ibuprofen, drink lots of water, and rest as much as you can. I'm finishing up now.

You: I just checked our cabinet We ran out of Bufferin UGHHHH I feel terrible I fucking told Daiki from accounting that he should go home if he was coughing but he said it was fine AND COUGHED IN MY FACE And now look at me

Hey Ken: We're out? I'll pick some up on my way home while I grab our other groceries. Please wait for me until then. Take a nap if you can. You're just going to get more exhausted thinking of the idiots in your office.

You: I looked online, delivery is going to take over an hour I'm getting dizzier I don't want to wait I'm going to go to the Matsukiyo near us to get it myself

Hey Ken: What?

Hey Ken: Don't go. I'll pick it up.

Hey Ken: Darling. Read my messages.

Hey Ken: Pick up the phone.

(10) Missed Calls

Several moments ago…

Itadori already thought that today got off to a weird start.

To begin with, it wasn't Ijichi in the driver's seat to pick him up today, but Nanamin. It also wasn't the Jujutsu Tech standard vehicle, but a nice, sleek, and expensive Porsche.

"W-Woah! Nanamin!" Itadori called then. Eyes wide and bright at the polished paint that glistened in the heavy sunlight. "Nice ride!" he said giddily, running his fingers across the aerodynamic doors. Popping his head up toward Nanami's window, he said, "This must've cost you a fortune!" And he thought that Gojo-sensei spent crazily.

"It was a gift," Nanami flatly said. The boy gaped at him like a fish. But who would just give away a car like this? They had to be really close — or maybe he had saved some rich guy and he thanked Nanamin by giving him a brand new car! The boy's eyes shone. Maybe one day he could get a nice gift like — "Get in." The doors unlocked.

"Hiya, Ijichi-san! Must be nice not driving for once, huh?" While marveling at the car's clean interior, he hopped into the back seat, feeling the leather under his hands and the cool blast of the AC hit his sweaty hair after being in the summer sun.

"Good morning, Itadori-kun," the dark-haired man said with a nervous smile. The car rumbled beneath them as Nanami turned the engine back on. "Nanami-san is surely giving me a nice change of pace — "

"Our duties will not change," Nanami stated, turning the wheel. "Ijichi-san is still required to do his job, as well as you, Itadori-kun. Don't get distracted." The pink-haired boy pouted in the backseat. "It just so happens that I have urgent errands to run after this, so time is of the essence."

Turning into an alleyway, Nanami smoothly hit the brakes and put the car into park. "Let's go."

Luckily for him, the curse was a low-level one mostly used for teaching Itadori the ropes, and the two of them managed to exorcise it in record time. For someone who was just thrust into the world of curses several weeks ago, he was doing well. As well as anyone could in his situation.

The boy was still a bumbling newbie, but he had a good head on his shoulders and was a strong opponent for most curses that they dealt with on a daily basis. Lips twitching into a frown, the blond thought that if Gojo didn't poison the youth's mind, surely Yuji would continue having a nice and mature head on his shoulders.

Nanami had to drop Ijichi off at his next assignment, but other than that, all he needed was to drop Itadori off at the college and then he could return to his sick wife. Paperwork still needed to be done, but luckily he could finish that at a later time. Unfortunately, last night you had a major headache and showed signs of an upcoming sickness this morning.

He had just barely convinced you to not do remote work and just take the day off to rest instead. However, as he checked on his messages with you, he found out that you were insisting on double — no, triple mask to go to the pharmacy yourself. All while you had a 37.5-degree fever.

He tried to call you once, thrice, and all of them were left for voicemail.

Cursing inwardly, Nanami leaned his head back on the headrest. Normally, the blond man was the arbiter of restraint and level-headed thinking, but all of that went out the door at the mere thought of his sickly wife dragging herself out in the street to get some medication. Why did you have to be so stubborn?

"My apologies, Itadori-kun." Nanami pushed up his glasses. "I need to take a detour before I drop you off at your dorm. I apologize for the inconvenience."

The boy blinked owlishly. "Oh that's alri — GH!"

Without another word, Nanami quickly turned left, jolting the teen to the side from the momentum, increasing the speed of his vehicle, and raced down the streets.

Within five minutes, Itadori felt like a dog left in the car as his "owner" raced into the nearest grocery store to grab medication, vegetables, and grains for the upcoming, proverbial storm. Even as the cashier tried their hardest to ignore the intense stare of the tall blond man before them, every second that ticked by as they scanned his purchase felt like hours.

As soon as he nearly threw his money on the tray and took all of the grocery bags under his toned arms, Nanami was off again, shifting into drive and ignoring the speed limit all the way back home.

Nanami could've nearly run into his apartment's chain-link garage doors if it had lifted any slower, allowing him access to his own underground parking before he landed in his designated parking spot within three seconds.

Racing out the car, he took all of the grocery bags over one muscular arm and was prepared to run off until he remembered he had a teen in the backseat.

"Itadori-kun," he said hurriedly. "Can you — " The man stopped himself short.

He originally planned to tell the boy to wait for him in the car, but caught sight of the boy's skin gleaming with sweat, reflecting one of the garage's low lights. Summer was brutal right now, with insane humidity that made Itadori's hair damp as if he had just taken a dunk in water. Even though the parking garage was cooler than it was outside, it was still unbearably hot, not to mention cruel, if he had forced the teen to just sit here and deal with it. Itadori had already waited in the hot car when he went out to grab groceries, and although he rolled the windows down, suddenly Nanami remembered all of the articles of puppies and toddlers dying in the back of cars during the summer.

Sighing, the man pushed his glasses up. "Behave yourself. Come with me."

"Ken?" Eyes wide, you held the door open. Keys were lifted up in the air in the man's hands, but you had beat him to the chase and opened the door before he managed to get the key in the keyhole. "Oh! I didn't know that you were bringing a guest." Stepping back quickly, you realized another person was standing behind your husband. "If I had known, I would've worn a surgeon mask!" Alert, you said. "Hold on, I'll go grab one right now — !"

"No need. We'll make this fast." He was about to take a step forward, but then realized that the student hadn't moved an inch ever since you opened the door. "Itadori-kun?"

As still as a statue, pink slowly rose from the boy's neck all the way up to the tips of his ears. He couldn't rip his gaze from you for even a second. Although your hair wasn't done and your face was covered, he could tell just how beautiful you were.

Furthermore, you looked just like the pin-up models he had in his room — you were just his type! Your little chemise barely ended at the middle of your thigh, and although everything important was covered up, it left little to the imagination with how the fabric hugged your waist and hips. As you held the door open for them and leaned forward, the loose triangle top of your nightgown was teasing him with the exposed curves and valleys of your chest.

You were too hot!

"Itadori-kun," Nanami repeated, irritated.

Way too hot for Nanamin!

"Nanamin! You didn't tell me that you were married!" Eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets, Itadori almost thought they had gotten the wrong apartment when you had just opened the door. While his mentor was an attractive man, it was like a mountain and a molehill to the teenager. Not to mention that this strict and serious ex-salaryman was hitched! To a babe no less!

Certainly, you didn't marry for personality!

He couldn't imagine what your daily life was like while Nanamin talked about doing the bare minimum and never smiled.

Raising an eyebrow, Nanami followed Itadori's stare to your state of dress. You weren't even wearing your indoor slippers, and you were absolutely breathtaking even if you had a dark clay mask over your face. He wasn't an idiot, and he could feel his blood vessels pumping harshly. Trying to remind himself with mantras of how Itadori was just a stupid, hormonal teenager, and you could dress how you wanted, and that he especially couldn't beat up Itadori. Pinching his nose bridge, the man couldn't even look at the boy. "My personal life and my work life are completely separate. I wouldn't anno — !"

"But you don't even wear a wedding ring!" Itadori insisted.

"Why would I wear my rings when my daily job involves fighting and getting messy?" Nanami rhetorically asked, stepping through your door with all the groceries in one go. "Wedding and engagement rings are investments, and I'd be damned if I lose my rings and be forced to inflate the wedding ring industry any more than I already have."

Grinning, you beamed at Itadori. Only you really know how seriously Nanami took the "three month's salary on rings" tradition, especially on his sorcerer's salary. "Now you know, Itadori-kun! If you catch him committing adultery while he's out without his ring, you'll shank him for me, right?" Placing both of your hands on your husband's waist, you laughed when you playfully tried to shake him. Of course, that didn't do much. Your man continued to stand there like a stone statue, as if you tried to rock a brick wall while he remained wholly unamused.

From your weak roughhousing, all that managed to do was drop your spaghetti strap from your shoulder. With your dress threatening to slip, Nanami sighed and quickly stood in front of you, blocking your body from Itadori's gaze. He carefully and slowly pulled your shoulder strap back up your body before you managed to flash the poor teen. When you looked up, his brown eyes met with yours.

Gently rubbing your bare shoulder with his large hand, he asked, "I thought you said you were going to Matsukiyo?"

"I was," you rasped out, voice raw from all the coughing you did. "But then I took one step outside and it was too damn hot." Laughing weakly, you said, "I slunk back like a vampire the second the humidity hit me."

The man sighed deeply, and his shoulders dropped in relief and exhaustion. While he ran around like a chicken with its head cut off from worry, he was glad that you ended up not going out after all.

"Why didn't you pick up my calls?" he said deeply, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear.

"I was making okayu with kombu," you explained. "Sorry," you said genuinely, "that's all I managed to make for our dinner today."

"I'm upset that you cooked in the first place," Nanami scolded. "You should be resting. I said I'd take care of it. Why were you in the kitchen when the hot fumes could make your fever even worse?" Turning away from his nagging, you pouted.

"I'm hungry though…" you mumbled, far too much like a spoiled child, and Nanami was sure, in some way, that you were spoiled, of his making too. He always prioritized you and let you have your way. "And I already ate the miyeok guk you made."

"You could've ordered delivery," the man countered.

"Nothing interested me there."

Inhaling deeply once more, Nanami tried to calm the upcoming headache he felt. There was no point in arguing with you, not when you were coughing and sick like this. "Stay here. I'm going to whip up a bowl of okayu to have with your medicine," the man ordered before he picked up a blanket you had draped over one of your couches and wrapped you in it like a burrito. When you opened your mouth, your husband only sternly repeated, "Stay."

Playfully rolling your eyes when he left to go to the kitchen, you puffed out your cheeks in mock irritation. Closing the door to your apartment so the AC couldn't escape anymore, you turned to the teen who was standing awkwardly in your home.

"Aw I'm sorry," you said, voice sounding like sandpaper again. "You know, Kento's kinda strict, but I assure you he's a good man," you said gently. "Thank you so much for taking care of him."

"M-Me?" Itadori sputtered. "I'm not the one taking care of him! He takes care of me! Um…" The boy grew demure when he realized he had no way to address you.

"Oh," you realized you didn't introduce yourself. "I apologize! I totally forgot! I know you since Ken talks about you and Ino all the time, but I didn't realize you didn't know me!"

Itadori gasped. "He talks about me?!"

"Of course! All good things!" you assured. "Even though Kento seems like a meanie, he's a genuine person and wouldn't exaggerate, so he wouldn't praise you unless he absolutely meant it." You knew that this was the teen that hosted Sukuna, the King of Curses. It was a heavy burden for someone who wasn't even an adult yet, and your heart grew heavy at the thought of this boy's fate.

"Before I forget…" Quickly, you ran to your bathroom and cleaned off your clay face mask before you returned with your bare face wet and a cloth Pompompurin headband keeping your hair out of the way. "I need to introduce myself."

Now Itadori was sure that you two were married with the way you introduced yourself nearly identically to your husband. With your back straight and shoulders squared, hands flat, and arms straight at your side, you closed your eyes and bowed.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Itadori-kun." You acquired your business card out of thin air and held it out for the boy. "My name is Nanami [Name], and I'm a senior project manager at Yurukawa Corp. If you or your friends ever get tired of exorcising curses and want to look into engineering, you can ask me!"

Huh?

It was too silent.

When you rose and looked up, you realized that your husband had suddenly materialized out of nowhere. Standing in between you and Itadori, your husband's stern expression could freeze hell over as he stared down at Itadori with a frown, arm outstretched and his hand held up — right where Itadori's eyes would've seen your cleavage when you bent over to bow.

"Itadori-kun."

"Y-Yes!"

"We are going. Now."

The car was completely silent the entire way to the dorm rooms. Quickly shifting the car into park, Itadori jumped at the sudden stop.

No one said a word. The entire ride felt like the air was heavy enough to drown in.

"Itadori-kun." Nanami's eyes were hidden by the reflection in his glasses.

"…Yes?" the boy squeaked out, pressing his index fingers together.

"Never ogle my wife again."

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leonw4nter · 8 months ago

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Silver Screen

RE2R!Leon x F!Reader modern AU (The 300 followers special!)

You walk into the room, an iPad opened to the latest installment of the fanfiction series you’ve been following for quite some time carried in the nook of your arm and salted caramel boba tea in the other. Setting the sugary drink on the table beside your spot on the couch, you temporarily put your iPad down to get into a comfortable position in the small pillow and blanket nest you’ve made for yourself. With a pleased sigh and an excited grin, you take a long sip of the beverage before finally picking the iPad up and have the coziest time of your life.

You were having a solid few hours of the coziest time of your life until you heard some soft sniffling coming from somewhere in the living room along with the faint pads of feet against the wooden floorboards. You look up, your eyes finally focused on something else other than pixels that formed words on a bright screen. There, you see him: your roommate Leon whose face is in his hands, ears red, and what seems to be muffled crying– no, sobbing as he walks around in circles.

Concerned for your friend and roommate, you get up from your place and walk up to him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You place a hand on his broad back, patting and gently stroking it back and forth. Leon finally lifts his head up, wiping off his tears with the sleeve of his dark green sweatshirt.

“This author was not playing around, ended up crying.” is all he said which prompted you to try and hold back a giggle. So he’s been reading fics too, you think to yourself.

“Can I read it?” you ask, to which he nods and fishes his phone out from the pocket of his plaid pajama pants.

“Lemme find it real quick,” he responds. He’s still sniffling, the waterline of his eyes occasionally brimming with a new batch of salty tears before he blinks them away. He finally finds the fic he’s been reading, handing you his phone while he walks over to the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water to stop hiccuping.

“You sure you’re fine?” you call out before you read.

“Yeah! Fic was just really… it was just something!”

You start reading the fic, your eyes trailing on the words on the screen. The words seemed familiar so you guessed that Leon had stumbled on a fic you’ve read before. Wrong! It was your fic, a fic you finished updating around last night. No wonder it was too familiar. You stared at the phone in your hand with wide eyes like a deer in headlights, a child caught with a jar of sweets in her hands when she shouldn’t have been eating sugary things. Your gaze drifted to Leon in the kitchen, who was still somehow trying to control his breathing while chugging down water like his life depended on it. He didn’t seem to notice the sudden drain of color in your face so you continue to scroll down, checking if he left any likes or reblogs or comments on your work. Another bombshell dropped: he’s the top reader of your work and the one that’s been keyboard smashing in the comments, along with the… soulful, emotional reblogs. His account is the one that’s religiously kept up with whatever you post, whether it be new fics or just random vents. BiohazardBard, the sweet account who comments nice stuff like “Don’t worry about us, take some time for yourself! U got this!!” and reblogs with tags like “UEIXGOFQWV CRIED SO HARD U DONT EVEN KNOW IEWBRXXR”on angst fanfiction is your roommate and also your crush.

You stand there in silence, mouth ajar as you continue to stare blankly into his phone, unable to process the fact that he’s aware of your online persona but he doesn’t know that it’s you. You exit the app and turn his phone off, walking over to him in the kitchen and give him pats to his shoulder to really make sure that he’s okay. If he’s calmed down then you’re not– internally, that is.

“That fic uh… it truly was something,” you sympathetically say. “Guessed that the part where uh- she leaves him was the one that got the water works going.”

“Oh um nope, it’s the part where things were slowly spiraling down. Got anxious for them then just full-on bawled when shit hit the fan,” he explains with a sheepish smile. “This fic is just bars, I love it so much actually– Might print a copy of this to take to work when I can’t be on my phone.”

To have your fics reblogged and your account be compared to the unburned version of the Library of Alexandria is one thing but to hear your number one dedicated reader say that to your face? After a breakdown? Nothing will ever top that and he doesn’t even know he just ugly-cried in front of the author he keeps up with.

“Imagine someone coming up to the front desk to be like: “hi someone stole my bike” or something and they call you over and their resident cop is just red as hell and all slobbery,” you joke.

“Shut up! I’ll try not to cry, I’m going to build immunity,” he half-jokes before taking another gulp of water.

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You lay awake at night, staring into the dark nothingness of your room. Your feelings are all convoluted– joy, fear, embarrassment, amusement, excitement– and it’s hard to pinpoint what is ruling over you. Finding out that the man whom you’ve been hinting your feelings for is obsessed with your writing? In complete adoration with the products of your mind and skill? Hopefully he doesn’t suss out on your more romantic and sappy fics, inspired by real-life events you experienced with him (with more romantic and glittery bits). It doesn’t take even a minute to decide that you’ll be keeping this secret from him in order to not make anything weird between you two. Leon already seemed embarrassed after having been caught sobbing like that by a mere set of pixels on screen so you decided that this would be best for both of you. Unable to sleep due to the combined combination of boba tea and adrenaline, you sit up and reach for your phone because reading a fic or two before bed doesn’t hurt, right?

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It’s been a few days after the little “incident” and Leon’s been more open with showing you some fics he enjoys, occasionally giving his own reviews and recommendations for you. He’s still the same guy that keyboards smashes on your comments and on his reblogs, which makes you giggle since you know who’s been sending you that. He finally came home from a long day of work only to do some more work outside of office hours, catching up on reports that some absent cops left behind and was handed over to him. Making himself a cup of coffee, he stretches his arms and hands before typing away on his dingy laptop for the next 3 hours. A few hours later, you hear some giggling coming from him so you bring your head up and spot his head once again buried in his hand, ears red but from giggling this time. He swings his legs, accidentally nudging the leg of a chair so he yelps a bit, which tugs a little chuckle from you. His ears pick up on the jolly noise coming from you, his face glowing when he sees you smile (or are you just seeing things?). He asks for you to come over to him and points at something on the screen of his laptop.

“Thought you wanted uninterrupted time for work,” you ask.

“I’m on a break, I think I deserve it,” he confidently says. “Anyways, take a look at this. Starting from here until here.”

You expected that you’d see another fic of yours but it was from another account’s instead, which disappointed you a slight bit but not that you minded too much. You finished reading the lines, the corners of your lips tugged skyward with a subtle splash of baby pink tinting your cheeks.

“Damn, that’s sweet,” you comment. “Gosh, I want what they have.”

“Me too. Like, hey God I’m still here ya know! I’ve seen what you’ve done for others!” Leon adds on.

Um, hey Leon! I’m literally right here! Do you need glasses? I’m right beside you!

Since you two were having a nice moment sharing fics and fic lines, you decided to show Leon some lines from fics you love.

“Take a look at this one,” you say as you hand him your iPad. “His description of her had me clawing at walls and biting my fist.”

Leon takes the gadget from your hands with care and places them beside his laptop, reading the lines. He reads in silence and it appears that he’s going over the line again and again.

“Who wrote this?” he asks.

“Uh, scottfree.”

“I don’t think I’m getting out of this scot-free,” Leon jokes. “Pun intended.”

“And why is that…?”

“Because I wrote that.”

You look at him in confusion, two neurons in your brain making a very, very, very slow connection in this moment.

“You’re scottfree?! And also BiohazardBard?!,” you exclaim. So he’s also scottfree, the writer whose lines you’ve screenshotted takes up about a third of all images on your phone. Amazing.

“How do you know I’m BiohazardBard?!?!,” he exclaims even louder as he gets up from his seat.

“Because um– the fic you cried over some days ago is mine! And I saw your account name and profile and I found out that you’re one of my loyal readers!”

He looks like he’s ready to wither away into nothing, become dust and probably get sucked in a vacuum cleaner.

“God that’s embarrassing,” he quietly mumbles. “Tell me: is that fic the first fic you’ve read from me? My other account, I mean– the one where I post fics.”

“Scottfree? Um, no… I’ve read like– quite a lot, actually.”

He stares blankly at you, unsure on how to absorb the information dumped on him. He’s only got a half-asleep half of a brain cell now since the rest of them were allocated on getting those papers done with the other half of the remaining brain cell, which he thinks is now gone.

“While we’re at this, um. You must know that the descriptions I write for the love interests are usually what I wished I could say to you or how I’d describe you. When he’s telling her how magical it is to be around her presence? I’ve daydreamed one too many times about really saying that you,” he quietly confides in you. “If I want to write another story, I hope I could write it alongside you.”

They really weren’t playing with slow-burn romance where both of them are too shy to confess their feelings. It’s happening to me right now! I’m in the confession part of the story!

“I guess it’s a writer thing for writers to include parts of someone they like in their works because I did the same thing for my works, actually. If I wanna come up with a real sweet line, I just think about you and I wish that I’d say these to you. Maybe I’ll wish that whatever I write the love interest to say, I’ll hear you say them to me too and uh… manifesting is real I guess, I dunno,” you awkwardly laugh. “Guess the feeling’s mutual, huh.”

“Yeah. Wow, this is… this is amazing. Real amazing,” Leon softly says.

“Mhm.”

“So…”

“So… what now…?”

“I guess this makes as mutuals in terms of accounts and feelings," the blond grins.

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runningfrom2am · 1 year ago

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big reputation - (r.c)

summary: Rafe drives you and your hardly conscious friend home from a party.

This can be read as a stand-alone but it's technically a part two to getaway car

pairing: rafe x reader

wc: 3k

tags/warnings: mean!kook!reader, bullying i guess?, highschool!au, swearing, drinking, emetophobia warning, smut (its implied nothing actually graphic happens)

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Loud music shakes the floor of the beach house you're in, filling your ears with Taylor Swift's 'End Game'. One of your favorites. You smile leaning over the railing of the loft, the world spinning as you talk to a giggly Bella, forgetting every sentence the second it leaves your lips.

"Bells, I just love you so much. Have I ever told you that before?" You say, cutting off your friend as she talks.

"Aww, I love you too. So, so much." She replies, throwing her arms around you as you both stumble and fall against the railing.

"Woah! Careful ladies." You hear a male voice close to you and a hand on your back.

"Hi! Quinton, oh my god." Bella giggles before you can identify him, pulling him into what is now a group hug.

"Had too much to drink tonight, huh?" The boy asks and you both furiously shake your heads.

"No! We would never." You say, stopping the head shake as it makes you dizzy.

"Just the good kind of drunk then? I'm glad to hear it." He laughs, dropping his arm from Bella's shoulder and leaning onto you still. You reach up and place your hand on his arm as it falls over your body.

"Yeah! It's so good. It's been too long since we've had a good party, you know?" Bella says, smiling between the two of you.

"Literally! I missed being drunk." You giggle.

"Me too, you're so funny when you're drunk," Quinton says, patting your shoulder.

"I like to think I'm funny all the time." You say, raising an eyebrow as you turn to look up at him.

"Well, duh, just a different kind of funny. More carefree." He explains. "Less... uptight, you know?"

"Oh please." You roll your eyes. "You pretty much have to be uptight to even get into Kook Academy. Bells is an outlier." You laugh.

"So true, actually." Quinton agrees.

Before you can reply, Bella speaks up and proves her right. "I'm gonna go get another drink, I think. Do you want one? Or a water? Actually, yeah I'll get you a water, Y/N/N. It'll be good for you. Yeah." Bella rambles on, quickly tapping you on the shoulder and pointing at you before heading unsteadily toward the stairs. "I'll be right back!" She shouts over the music as she gets farther away.

"Thank you, Bells!" You call after her.

"Come with me," Quinton says, leaning down to speak in your ear, then placing a kiss on your neck.

Shivers run down your back even in your drunken state, looking down the stairs and seeing Bella stopped at the bottom talking to some girls. "I should probably wait here for Bells." You reply, in contrast to you leaning your head to the side to give him more access to your skin.

"She'll be at least ten minutes. Come on." He whispers, dropping his arm from your shoulder and grabbing your wrist, leading you away from the railing and back to a somehow unoccupied bedroom. You suppose she'll be fine, she's got those girls with her and you'll find her in just a few minutes.

Downstairs, Bella stumbles into the kitchen, looking around for an empty cup, and checking all the plastic red cups littered across the countertops. "Bella!" She hears her name and turns.

"Hey! Topper! How are you?" She slurs, immediately walking up to him and giving him a hug.

"Wow, you've had a few, haven't you?" He laughs, patting her back and then pulling away.

"How could you tell?" She giggles.

"Just a guess." He shrugs. "Hey! We're about to start up a game of Chandelier- you want to tap in? We're gonna team up on Kelce, at the very least it'll be a funny watch." Topper says, laughing through the end of his statement.

"Yeah, for sure!" Bella nods, then looks down at the cups in her hands. "Oh, well, I need to get Y/N some water first. Do you think I have time?"

"She'll be fine for a few minutes, you know her." He insists. "If you don't want to drink anymore, someone else will drink for you I'm sure."

Bella thinks about it for a second and nods. She knows you're as independent as they come, but she still does worry about you. She dismisses the thought, remembering you're with Quinton and would probably like some time alone with him anyways. "Okay, sure. Sounds like fun." She agrees, following Topper out to the patio where the game table is placed.

"Hey Bella, you gonna play?" Rafe asks her as she takes her place at the table, squeezing in between Kelce and Topper.

"Yeah! I've never played this before so I'll have to learn as I go but you guys might need some patience for me." She giggles out, not really standing steady on her feet as it is.

Rafe raises his eyebrows and nods, looking at her a little surprised. "Right, yeah." He gives Topper a look, suggesting it may not be the best idea for her to play. "Hey, Bella, where's Y/N?" He asks, leaning over the table a little as the boys work on filling up all the cups with various drinks they had on hand.

"Oh! Uh, she's upstairs." Bella answers, smiling and leaning in a little bit. "With Quin. I figured I'd give them some alone time." She giggles, winking at him.

"Oh, gotcha. Cool." Rafe finds himself looking up towards the windows on the second floor, not sure what he was expecting or even wanting to see.

"Yeah, I'm excited for her! I think she's really into him. Well, that's what she says. She never seems interested when I want to talk about it, though. She does have some issues so I think it could be about that. Sorry, no. I shouldn't say that- I mean, I just worry about her because of some stuff that's happened to her and I definitely shouldn't be telling any of you this so I'm gonna stop talking right now." Bella rambles on, slowly trailing off toward the end of her sentence.

"No you're fine- we won't tell anyone," Topper says, shaking his head. "Who hasn't had a sprinkle of trauma in their lives, you know?"

"Let's just play," Rafe says, quickly polishing off what's left in his can before tossing it over his shoulder. "Me and you start, Top. That way Bells can see how it's done."

It's been about half an hour since Bella left to go get your drinks, and part of you feels guilty for disappearing on her. Realistically, though, you know she doesn't mind finding someone else to talk to for a bit while you're sitting on the ensuite bathroom counter with Quinton's head between your thighs. She's got tons of friends- and god knows she'll love to hear about it later.

Your head is leaning back against the mirror, eyes closed and all you can hear is your own heavy breathing and the music shaking the walls from downstairs. That's until you think you hear someone calling your name, then a hand on the bedroom door handle which is in full view of the open bathroom door. Why did you not lock it? You shove Quinton's head away as quickly as you can, just in time to push your skirt down before the door swings open.

"Y/N-" It's Rafe, and he freezes for just a moment, clearly processing what he almost walked in on as Quinton stands up, wiping his mouth on his shirt which he just picked up off the floor.

"Hey, Rafe- what's up?" He asks casually, pulling the fabric back over his head. As you stare at the boy, stunned and red in the face.

"Uh- I need Y/N. Something happened." He explains vaguely, grabbing your arm and pulling you from the room.

"Jesus Christ, Rafe! What the fuck?" You say once you're out of earshot, letting him pull you down the stairs.

"It's Bella, she keeps asking for you. She's like, super fucked up." Rafe huffs, pulling you out onto the patio.

"Okay yeah, aren't we all?" You scoff and he shakes his head. You take one look at your friend, laid out on the grass on the back lawn and quickly run over to her, kneeling by her side.

"Hey, Bells? You alright, babe?" You say, a sympathetic smile on your face. She absolutely does not look good.

"No..." She groans, opening her eyes to look up at you. "Can we go home?" She asks, and you quickly nod.

"Of course. Uh... yes. Do you think you're gonna be sick? Will you be fine if I call an Uber?" You ask.

Rafe is quickly kneeling next to you. "I got some water, here, Bella, let's get you up." He says, and you both help her slowly sit up, then he hands her the cup.

He leans in close to your ear to talk to you so she doesn't hear. "She puked all over the table- she's probably done for now but she's gotta get home."

You wince and look back up on the patio where Kelce and Topper are throwing cups into a garbage bag and dousing the surface with any cleaner they could find under the sink and covering it in paper towels. "Yikes." You chuckle, turning to look back at him.

"Yeah, it was not pretty." He laughs a little, shaking his head. "Do you guys have a DD?" He asks.

"No, we were going to Uber- but I don't know if they'll let us in." You sigh, sitting back on your heels.

"No, no. 'm fine, guys. I take it back. I wanna stay." Bella insists, handing you the almost empty cup.

"Well, I think I'm ready to go home, babe. That okay?" You smile at her and she nods.

"Of course! Yeah, let's go home." You giggle at how quickly she changed her mind.

"I think I can drive," Rafe says, looking between the two of you. You hesitate, thinking it over. "I haven't had much. I was going to drive myself anyways. Do you trust me?"

You find yourself nodding. He seems sober enough for you. "Yeah, okay. Rafe is going to take us home." You turn to your friend, patting her leg.

"Oh! Thank you, Rafe. You're so sweet." She slurs, reaching forward and placing her hand on his cheek.

He laughs, shaking his head. "That's a new one for sure. Come on. Let's get you home."

You both help her up, letting her drape her arms over both of your shoulders and holding her waist as you walk out to the street, towards where Rafe says he parked. Luckily he didn't take the bike, he was thinking he'd probably have to drive Topper and Kelce too.

He watches you as you talk to Bella quietly, giggling to yourselves. "Oh god, wait! Y/N I'm so sorry- you were with Quinton!" Bella says suddenly, now loud enough for Rafe to hear. "I hope I didn't ruin anything- oh god..."

"No, no. Bells, it's fine." You insist, shaking your head. "It wasn't good anyways." You shrug, making Rafe choke on his laughter.

"What? Why?" Bella gasps, looking over at you. "Was he-"

"Uh-" You laugh nervously cutting her off as you briefly make eye contact with Rafe over her head. "I'll tell you about it later, okay?"

"No, please- share with the group," Rafe says, raising an eyebrow at you.

You roll your eyes. "I'm not gonna 'share with the group', let's just say, I'm over him now and I'd like to thank you both for getting me out of there."

The two of them laugh at that, and Bella tries to lean in to whisper to you. "You'll still tell me the details later though, right?" She says, trying to be quiet but it was still loud enough for Rafe to hear.

"Yeah, yeah of course." You giggle, making eye contact with him again.

"Uh, this is us," Rafe says, digging in his pocket for his keys to unlock the vehicle. He opens the back door, and you both help Bella in. "Okay, not to be that asshole, but Bella; if you have to puke, now is the time because I really don't want it to stink in here." He says as you buckle her in. She nods and gives a thumbs-up.

"I'm good. I promise."

"Okay, Bells, if you think that you're going to puke while we're moving, say something, okay? We can pull over or roll down your window or something." You tell her and she nods again.

You hop in the passenger seat and Rafe jogs around to the driver's side, climbing in and starting it up. You drive in the direction of Bella's house, putting on any Taylor Swift he had on his phone at her every request- not that you minded. It was mostly Reputation, which was fine by you since that was your favorite as well.

Luckily, you make it to Bella's without a hitch, jumping out to go enter the gate code to be let onto the property. You quickly jump back in and Rafe pulls up the long driveway to her house.

"Rafe! Here, hold on- how much do you want?" Bella asks, digging through the bag on her lap.

"Don't pay me." Rafe laughs, shaking his head.

"Okay, well, I guess I'm just going to accidentally leave this fifty back here where you can't reach it. Oopsies." She laughs, tucking it in the back seat and wrapping her arm around you again as she pretty much falls out of the car.

"Yeah, whatever Bella." Rafe chuckles, shaking his head. "Hey, Y/N, are you staying here? Or do you need a ride home?" Rafe asks as you're about to shut the door.

"Uh, I think I'll go home if you're okay to wait a couple minutes while I get her to bed?" You ask and he nods.

"I'll be here." He assures you and you thank him before shutting the door, helping Bella up to her house, and entering the code to get in.

"Wait, wait, tell me about Quinton!" Bella whispers once you're inside as you help her upstairs to her room.

"I'll tell you tomorrow- we'll debrief at brunch, yeah?" You laugh, shutting the door to her room behind you.

"Okay, okay." Bella sighs, flopping down on her bed as you grab her a makeup wipe and some pajamas from her drawer. "You know what I've been thinking?"

"Hm?" You hum in response, placing the pajamas on the bed and sitting down next to her, holding her chin as she sits up so you can gently wipe off her makeup for her.

"I think you and Rafe are like, the same person. You have a lot in common! You're both the oldest of three, you both are a little bit mean, but like in a fun way, and you have virtually the exact same sense of humor." She says and you laugh, shaking your head. "If you're over Quinton now, like you said, maybe- I don't know, just a pitch, maybe you should consider all your options. That's all I'm saying."

"Bella, come on. Rafe is... Rafe." You laugh, carefully wiping her lashes.

"Yeah, and you are you. And I'm me. And you're kind of friends, so like- what's the harm? Also, I can see it in the way he looks at you." She says, eyes still closed. "Besides, I've heard it's big."

"Bella!" You laugh, your cheeks burning as you sigh. "I've heard that too." You admit.

"Okay! You can get us evidence and give me all the tea. Neither of you are the relationship type either so there's no pressure." She explains. "But also, like, I really don't think a relationship would be bad for you. Or him. If you are as similar as I think you are. Also, you kind of went on a date the other week! Like, come on. You get on so well."

You smile to yourself and shake your head, getting up to throw out the dirty wipe. "I've got to go, Rafe is waiting." You giggle and she nods, laying back down. "Hey, put your pajamas on before you pass out. Okay? I'll see you in the morning." You head back to the door.

"Go get your man, Y/N/N. I love you." Bella yawns, already half asleep.

"Love you too. I'll call you in the morning." You whisper, stepping out and closing the door softly behind you, careful not to wake her parents.

You sneak outside, running over to the car where Rafe is still waiting, looking at his phone when you jump in.

"She good?" He asks as you close the door.

"Yeah, passed out instantly." You chuckle, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Sweet. Yeah." He agrees, sensing a shift in tension. He starts the car and you start back down the driveway, getting back out onto the road after closing the gate behind you.

"So, did you tell her about Quinton?" Rafe laughs.

"No, that's a breakfast conversation for sure." You chuckle.

"A breakfast conversation? Really? Why do you have to put other people through that?"

You shrug in response. "Because I don't give a shit if anyone knows."

"That guy is a dick, you know that right?" Rafe says suddenly, and you look over at him as he stares at the road.

"Well, yeah, but we're kind of friends so..." You reply defensively.

"He's not worth your time. I know him pretty well, and just like, don't bother." Rafe says, glancing over at you for a second.

"Maybe I'm not worth his time." You reply.

"Nah. You can do so much better. And it wouldn't be hard." Rafe insists.

"Thanks." You say hesitantly. You've never been the best at accepting compliments, but Bella has told you to work on it, so when in doubt, just say thanks.

Luckily you don't live far from Bella, so you pull up to your house in just a few minutes. You open the door, grab your bag off the floor by your feet, and going to shut the door. You've been sitting on what Bella said, really just marinating in the thought of you and Rafe together. No harm in trying, right?

"Aren't you coming in?" It comes out more passive-aggressively than you intended when what you meant to ask was if he would like to come in, but that's just not how your mind works sometimes. His head snaps up at this, and he's already undoing his seatbelt.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure." He agrees quickly, turning off the car.

part one

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shesmyboot · 1 year ago

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Personal Matter: Chapter 3

*Gif belongs to its rightful owner, it is not mine*

Pairing: Matthew Casey x reader

Summary: You and Matt go on your first official date

Words: 754

Warnings: blood, pregnancy, Author chooses to not use additional warnings out of fear of spoilers, if you would like warnings, please DM and I will be happy to help you out

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You looked around the dark restaurant as Matt raised his hand and stood up. As you walked towards him, his smile lit up the room.

“Hey,” he said, pulling out your chair, “how was your first off shift day?”

“Good, good. Had a nap,” you chuckled, “how was the construction gig?”

“Good. Little girl helped me pick out the colours of her new bedroom furniture before I left.”

“Oh, speaking of kids, I booked a doctor’s appointment for me and the baby.”

“When is it?”

“Tomorrow. I know it’s soon, but it was the only time they had. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to or if you’re busy.”

“Do you want me to come?”

“I’d love for you to come.”

“Then I’ll make it work.”

The waiter interrupted your conversation to order drinks.

“Water for me, thank you,” you smiled.

“Water works for me too.”

As the waiter left to grab your waters, you leaned across the table to Matt.

“You could’ve ordered a drink, y’know?” You laughed.

“Severide wants to meet for a beer after at Molly’s. I don’t know if you’re up for it, you’re welcome to come, but I figure I’ll abstain in solidarity with you,” he chuckled.

“I’ll be okay if you have a drink while we’re having dinner, Matt.”

The rest of your dinner was like every other dinner out you’d ever been on, but it didn’t feel like a first date. It felt weirdly comfortable and safe, but that’s could just be because you had already skipped the dating part and went straight to the bedroom part.

At the end of the night, Matt walked you out of the restaurant.

“Did you drive or Uber?” He asked, standing on the sidewalk beside his truck parked out front.

“Uber, I didn’t want to drive,” you laughed, “why?”

“I know I made plans with Kelly, but wanna come back to my place instead?”

You smiled and hopped in his passenger seat as he drove you to his apartment.

“Ever been here before?” He asked, unlocking the door to his place.

“No, but it’s nice. I like your place.”

He grabbed your hands and held them in his,“I’d like it to be our place.”

“Matt? Are you sure?”

“We’re going to be a family in like 8 very short months. I’ve got 2 bedrooms, one for the baby, one for us. Great view, close to work. What do you think?”

“Matt, I- I don’t know what to say.”

“Does that mean you’ll move in?”

“Yes, I’ll move in.”

Matt was ecstatic. You leaned in to kiss him and you knew it was where you were meant to be.

“Wanna see the baby’s room?” He asked.

You smiled and he led you towards the small bedroom next to his.

“Here,” he pointed, “the crib can go here. A rocking chair here, changing table over here.”

You were silent, looking around the room and the plans Matt had made in his head.

“What do you think? Is it too much too soon?” He asked, worried he’d come on too strong.

“Matt, I love it,” you smiled.

You hugged him and he leaned in for a kiss.

“Stay the night?” He asked, pulling back for a moment.

You kissed him and he pulled off your coat.

“Hell yeah.”

——

You woke up to the birds chirping outside his window. The sun shined through as he rubbed your thigh to fully wake you up.

“Good morning,” he hummed.

“Good morning,” you stretched, “your bed is warm.”

“Warmer when you’re in it.”

His smile made you feel the safest you’d ever felt.

“What time is it?” You asked.

He checked his phone, “10. Why?”

You sprung out of bed, throwing your clothes back on.

“Where you going?” He laughed.

“Appointment is in an hour. I have to get home and change.”

He got up, finding the clothes he wore last night and putting them on.

“I’ll take you back to your place and then we’ll go to the appointment. Don’t rush, I’ve got you.”

“Thank you Matt.”

“Breakfast on the way?”

“After. Let’s go for pancakes,” you smiled.

“Pancakes? You got it.”

——

“We’re gonna be late,” Matt tapped the dash as traffic came to a halt.

“Matt,” you winced.

“What’s wrong?”

“Something doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?”

“The baby,” you started shifting in your seat.

“Do you want to go to the hospital?”

“We can’t go anywhere right now, we’re stuck in traffic.”

“Babe…” he said worriedly, “you’re bleeding.”

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 1 year ago

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Salvation Chapter 3: Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: Reader is walking home one evening and gets attacked in an alleyway... until the Devil of Hell's Kitchen himself comes to her rescue. After passing out during the ordeal, she wakes up in the apartment of one Matthew Murdock, a kind and handsome lawyer who treats her injuries. As she and Matt get to know each other and grow closer, will someone from Reader's past tear their happiness apart?

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Attempted Sexual Assault, Past Domestic Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping (Y'all, seriously, please mind the tags)

Word Count: ~31k total

A/N: None.

Y/N hummed to herself as she bustled around her kitchen.

She and Matt had been on several more dates over the past month that they had known each other -- attending a special performance of the NY Symphony in Central Park, taking in a poetry reading at a local bookstore, and having a quick breakfast together at one of the local diners before Matt had to go to work. After a particularly harrowing week for both of them -- Matt having just wrapped up a long and frustrating case and Y/N having had several deadlines on projects for different clients, one of whom was being difficult -- she had suggested that Matt come over for dinner and a quiet night in, to which he had readily agreed.

She set the squash casserole she had made into the oven to bake and set the timer, then moved to her refrigerator to check on dessert. She knew that Matt liked cheesecake, so she had modified a no-bake recipe she had found online.

Luckily it appeared to be set, so she left it alone and proceeded to load the dishes she had used to mix her casserole together into the dishwasher.

She had just finished when there was a knock on her door. "Just a second!" she called out.

She wiped her hands on a dishtowel and walked to the front door. "Hey, Matt," she greeted as she opened it. "Come on in."

Matt stepped over the threshold and gave her a warm hug. "Hi, Y/N."

Y/N lingered in his embrace, tucking her face into his neck. After a few moments she stepped back and took his hand. "Here, let me give you the tour. You can leave your cane by the door if you want."

She had learned that Matt wasn't totally blind but instead saw 'a world on fire', as he had described it, and therefore was able to get acclimated to new surroundings fairly easily as long as he was able to figure out the layout of whatever space he was in. "Right here on the right is the bathroom, and down the hall here on the left is the living room. Kitchen and dining area are straight across from it to the right, and if you keep going straight you'll hit the staircase going upstairs to the 3rd floor, which are the bedrooms and my office."

Matt nodded. "Got it."

She led him into the living room. "Dinner should be ready in just a few minutes. Would you like something to drink while we wait? I've got beer, wine, water, juice, soda…"

Matt nodded. "Water is fine. Thanks."

"Okay. If you want to have a seat I'll go get it. You're right on the side of the sofa, just mind the coffee table."

Y/N walked into the kitchen and checked on the casserole, taking the aluminum foil off of the pan and switching the oven to broil to brown the top before grabbing two bottles of water from her refrigerator.

Matt looked over in her direction as she walked back into the living room. "Dinner smells amazing," he said with a smile.

"Thanks." Y/N handed Matt one of the bottles of water as she sat next to him on the sofa. "So, how was your week?"

"Long, but I'm glad we wrapped that case up. How was yours?"

"Same. Had a particularly difficult copywriting client, but I finally managed to finish up the project I was doing for them to their satisfaction." Y/N shrugged. "Won't be doing another one though, even if they asked me to."

She took a sip of her water. "So do you have to go to court often?"

Matt shook his head. "No, not unless we're working a criminal case or if civil negotiations break down, which really doesn't happen all that often. Most of the time people are happy to avoid having to go to trial, which is why all those big corporations are always so eager to settle."

Y/N nodded in understanding. "Congrats on the win, by the way."

"Thanks."

Y/N's oven timer beeped. "That'll be dinner."

Matt followed her into the kitchen. "Need help with anything?"

"Um, yeah, actually. The drawer right in front of you is where I keep my utensils. Can you grab a couple of forks then get the bottle of wine I have breathing on the counter behind you and to the right?"

Matt nodded. "Sure."

Y/N fixed them each a serving then set their plates down on the table and poured them each a glass of wine. "I'm glad we're getting to do this," she admitted as Matt sat across from her. "I've missed seeing you this week."

A broad smile spread on Matt's face. "I've missed you too."

They each took a bite of their food. "Wow, this is excellent," Matt said.

"It was my mom's recipe," Y/N explained. "I was a bit of a picky eater as a young kid, so it was her way of sneaking vegetables into my diet until I started eating them on their own."

She laughed. "Imagine my surprise when I found out that my mom's 'baked rice dressing' frequently had squash or broccoli in it, or was made with cauliflower instead of rice altogether."

Matt grinned. "That's actually pretty clever."

They continued talking about their respective weeks while they ate, Matt filling Y/N in on the specifics he could share about his case and Y/N telling him more about the client from Hell.

"They wanted me to ghostwrite an article for a magazine publication," she explained as they finished eating, "which I usually just charge a flat rate for since something like that normally only takes me an hour or so, but they just gave me a broad topic to write about then proceeded to reject every version of the article I submitted because it 'wasn't what they asked for'."

She shook her head. "I finally asked them what it was exactly that they wanted, which turned out to be nowhere even near the original topic they gave me."

Matt grimaced. "Geez, I'm sorry about that."

"Yeah, and that's exactly why I won't be doing another job for them again." Y/N stood. "Anyway, enough about that. I made a no-bake cheesecake for dessert, so let me take care of these dishes and I'll get us each a piece."

Matt stood as well. "Here, I can help with those."

Y/N shook her head. "Oh, no, I've got them. I'm just putting them in the dishwasher. You can get the cheesecake out of the refrigerator and pour us another glass of wine though if you want. I have some Riesling in the door on the second shelf."

Matt nodded. "Okay."

Y/N set the plates in the dishwasher and gave their wine glasses a quick rinse while Matt got the wine and cheesecake out and set them on Y/N's kitchen island.

Y/N set the wine glasses in front of Matt before cutting them each a slice of cheesecake. "I was thinking that we could take these into the living room if you want."

Matt nodded. "Yeah, that sounds great. I'll bring the wine, you grab the cheesecake?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

Y/N led him back to the living room and set the plates down before walking over to her record player. "How about some music?"

Matt set the wine bottle and glasses down on the coffee table and picked up one of the slices of cheesecake. "That sounds nice."

Y/N selected a record and put it on to softly play in the background.

Matt tilted his head. "What is that? It sounds vaguely familiar."

"It's the soundtrack to the 2005 film version of Pride and Prejudice ," Y/N replied as she took a seat next to Matt.

Matt nodded. "I think Foggy had that movie playing one day while I was over there. He was trying to impress this librarian who was a huge Jane Austen fan so he read all of her books, then watched every film adaptation he could get his hands on so he could actually understand them."

Y/N laughed. "Let me guess… that didn't work."

Matt shook his head with a grin. "He wound up even more confused than ever and just gave up."

"Aww. So he never asked her out?"

"Oh no, he did. They went on a couple of dates but ultimately decided it wasn't going to work. I think she actually wound up moving to England or something shortly after."

He grinned. "That wasn't the first time he'd done something like that to impress a girl though. He took Punjabi in college because the girl he was crushing on was also in the class."

Y/N laughed. "Have you ever done anything like that?"

Matt shook his head. "It's never really been necessary. Being blind has its own set of perks."

Y/N laughed. "Like what, getting to ask women to help you cross the street?"

"Things like that, or getting close so they can describe things to me like I'm also hard of hearing." A small smirk appeared on Matt's face. "Or having them hold my arm to guide me while I'm walking them home."

Y/N grinned and shook her head. "Smooth, Murdock. Real smooth."

"It worked, didn't it?"

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah, I guess it did."

"Well, then." Matt took a bite of his cheesecake. "Oh, wow."

Y/N couldn't help but smile. "Is that a good 'wow' or a bad 'wow'? Because I hear that New Yorkers are serious about both their pizza and their cheesecake."

"Definitely a good wow." Matt took another bite. "Mmm."

Y/N took a bite of her own piece. It had definitely been a good idea to cut back on the sugar and substitute actual vanilla bean rather than use vanilla extract as the recipe had called for. "I kind of tweaked the recipe, so I wasn't 100% sure it was going to turn out okay. In hindsight I probably shouldn't have experimented since I was planning on actually serving it to someone, especially someone I actually like ."

"So…" Matt said, a small smirk appearing on his face. "You do like me."

Y/N laughed lightly even as her face heated. "Of course I like you, you dork. I wouldn't agree to keep seeing you if I didn't."

Matt grinned. "Good, because I like you too."

He paused. "This is probably going to sound really strange, but can I feel your face? It helps me more accurately picture what you look like."

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." Y/N turned to face him. "What do you need me to do?"

"Just hold still and let me know if I'm making you feel uncomfortable. I have to get pretty close to you." Matt scooted closer and tentatively reached out towards her. "May I?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, go ahead."

Matt began with her forehead, trailing his fingertips over her hairline, then feeling his way down her temples and along her jawline.

Y/N couldn't help but wonder if Matt would be as gentle tracing other parts of her. Heat flooded through her. Chill out, Y/N.

Matt paused, his head tilting to the side. "You're blushing. Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Y/N reassured him. "You can keep going."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm. Yeah, I'm sure."

Matt continued mapping Y/N's face, swiping his thumbs across her cheeks, on the sides of and down the bridge of her nose, and eventually across her lips.

"You're beautiful," he breathed.

Y/N's face heated. "You know that just from tracing the contours of my face?"

Matt shook his head with a laugh. "I know this sounds like a line but I already knew it. This just helped me fill in the blanks."

Y/N's face heated again. "And how did you know that?"

Matt looked adorably embarrassed. "The day you came into the office to return my coat… After you left I might have asked Foggy to describe what you look like."

Y/N grinned. "Wanted to know if you needed to make an excuse to cancel?"

Matt chuckled and shook his head again. "To me physical appearance is the least important trait in a woman -- for obvious reasons -- but Foggy said you were 'hot' so I have to admit I was curious."

"How do you know he didn't lie about what I look like?" Y/N laughed to herself and shook her head. "Oh wait, that's right. You're a good lawyer."

Matt grinned. "Now you've got it."

Y/N bit her lip. "Can I try something now? There's something I've been curious about."

Matt nodded. "Sure."

Y/N reached up and gently carded her fingers through the hair at Matt's temples, then grasped the sides of his glasses.

She paused, waiting to see if Matt would stop her, but when he didn't she removed his glasses from his face, revealing his chocolate brown eyes to her for the first time.

She sucked in a breath. "Your eyes are beautiful. Why do you hide them?"

Matt turned his head away. "The unfocused staring thing tends to freak people out."

"Not me."

Matt's brow furrowed as he turned his attention back to her. "It doesn't bother you?"

Y/N shook her head and smoothed Matt's eyebrows with her thumbs, keeping his gaze on her. "You never have to hide your eyes from me, Matt."

Matt's face filled with emotion. "Y/N…"

Y/N took a deep breath. "Can I… can I try something else?"

Matt nodded. "Anything ."

Y/N slid her hands down his face, cupping his cheeks in her palms before gently pressing her lips to his.

She leaned back slightly, Matt's breath still ghosting on her lips. "I've been wanting to do that since the first time you dropped me off at my doorstep," she confessed softly.

"Me too," Matt whispered in reply. "I'd like to do it again, if you don't mind."

Y/N's heart fluttered. "Please."

Matt guided her lips back to his, kissing her more firmly.

Y/N melted into him, reaching up and tangling her fingers into his hair while his hands slid down to her waist. They kissed unhurriedly, taking their time exploring each other's mouths, eventually slowing the kiss down until they were barely pressing their lips together.

Matt nuzzled Y/N's nose with his and gave her one final kiss before leaning back.

Y/N let out a content sigh. "Wow."

Matt huffed out a laugh. "My thoughts exactly."

Y/N ran her fingers through Matt's hair, trying to fix it. "Sorry, I messed up your hair."

Matt shrugged. "It's okay, sweetheart. I don't mind."

Y/N grinned. "Sweetheart?"

Matt blushed. "Sorry, that just came out."

"No, it's okay, I don't mind. I like it."

Matt smiled. "So 'sweetheart' is an acceptable term of endearment?"

Y/N nodded. "Definitely."

She took a deep breath. "Actually, you can pretty much call me anything you want, just please don't call me 'babe'. It's what Colin used to call me and it still makes my skin crawl."

Matt nodded in understanding. "Got it. What about 'baby' though?"

Y/N shrugged. "Yeah, that one's alright."

"'Honey'?"

"Yep, that one's good too."

Matt grinned. "'Pookie'?"

Y/N laughed at Matt's teasing tone. "Ok, that's stretching it a bit."

Matt took her hand in his, his expression once again becoming more serious. "What about 'my girlfriend'? Can I call you that?"

Y/N's heart fluttered. They hadn't been dating very long, but she definitely felt the spark between them and could see herself with Matt long-term. "Yeah, I think that's acceptable… As long as I can call you 'my boyfriend'."

Matt nodded, a beautiful smile on his handsome face. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot, actually."

Y/N's wall clock chimed with the time.

Matt sighed. "I should get going though. It's getting late."

Y/N nodded. "Okay, let me walk you out."

She picked up Matt's glasses and handed them to him. "Here are your glasses back."

"Thanks."

They both stood and headed over to the front door.

Matt put his glasses on and picked up his cane, then cupped Y/N's cheek in his hand and gave her a slow, sweet kiss. "I'll call you when I get home?"

Y/N nodded, butterflies flitting around her stomach in the best possible way. "Okay."

"Good night, sweetheart."

Y/N smiled. "Good night, Matt."

She waited until he had gotten down the steps, smiling as she shut and locked the door behind him.

I could definitely get used to this.

#lotmf writes #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock x yn #Salvation Masterlist

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ashtonisvibing · 1 year ago

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"Fuck me before I die"

Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos

Alternate Universe: Normalcy AU

Ship(s): Schneeplebro (Platonic/Implied Sexual)

Character(s): Henrik von Schneeplestein, Chase Brody

Warning(s): Alcohol abuse, mentioned depression, talks of suicide, smoking mention, vomiting

Originally Published: Oct. 26, 2023

Word Count: 3,283

Author's Notes:

so, you read the tags (i hope). you know that this is a very heavy one. and if you didn't, i'm saying it right here and now: this is a very heavy one. i'm pretty sure the dead dove tag applies to this one, so i'm using it. if there's any other tags i should use, as always let me know (still don't fully know what tags are available on here)

this is exploring chase and henrik's relationship to each other a little, even though it's during an extremely hard moment in chase's life. but hey, aren't the hardships the best times to explore characters and how they interact? : )

small and quick german phrases will be in german, but if there's any instance where henrik speaks a full sentence in german it'll be indicated by these [ ] brackets, just to make it easier to understand him.

pronoun check:

henrik: he/him

chase: he/him, they/them

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The Normalcy AU MAsterpost

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The nearly freezing rain beat against Chase's skin and made his clothes stick in the most uncomfortable way. He could barely see through the water dripping from his bangs, but in his drunken state he didn't care. He didn't care about anything, really. He could feel the effects of the whiskey he downed not that long ago but it didn't cure his numbness. Seeing his brother, Jackie, earlier didn't help. And he knew whom he was going to see now wouldn't, either. But that was his plan, wasn't it? Ever since Stacy came by to let him know.

"Chase, what the hell...? What...?"

"What..? Jus'... Tryna drink an' forget... An' all that..."

"Did you forget that you were supposed to take the kids today?"

"... Figured you- you wouldn't want me seein' the kids.. Cuz'a the beer an' shit.."

"I just... I thought that maybe you had tried getting help, like I asked.."

He still held the whiskey bottle he'd bought in his hand. He threw his head back as the glass opening touched his lips, hoping for even just a drop of the burning liquid. He didn't want to think about this morning. He didn't want to think at all. He wanted to forget everything for a little while. Forget how much he had screwed his life up in a few years. If only he had actually grown up, had tried a little harder. If only...

The burning neon light signing "Emergency Room" stung his eyes, needing him to shield himself by pulling his hat down further. He was finally here, now all he had to do was wait. So he sat against one of the pillars and did just that. Waited. Despite the sign on the wall telling him he wasn't allowed to smoke he still tried to find his cigarette pack in any of his pockets. When he realized he didn't have it he silently cursed. He could've sworn he picked some up with the whiskey. Next best thing was to just chew on his hoodie string and try not to think.

Don't think, don't think, don't think, don't think, DON'T THI-

"Chase...?"

Chase was jolted out of his thoughts by a voice. He looked up and saw whom he wanted to see. Henrik, an old friend of his. They hadn't seen each other in... Chase couldn't remember. Henrik went to medical school and that took up his time. Then his wife got pregnant and that took up his time. Then his wife gave birth prematurely and died, leaving Hen as a single father in med school. Then Chase's divorce that made him want to...

They just hadn't seen each other in a while.

Chase did his best to stand up, but he nearly tripped over his own two feet doing so. The only thing that kept him from tasting rain water and concrete was Henrik catching him.

"Gah- Verdammte Hölle, Chase, are you-" And then Henrik took a sniff, and the strong smell of whiskey wafting from Chase nearly caused him to turn away. "You've been drinking again."

"Man.. Really putting that brain to good-" Chase was interrupted by a hiccup. "Good use.." He could barely stand up properly as he chuckled a little. He didn't even realize he had left the bottle in its paper bag on the ground. "Got nothin' better t'do these days..." What else could he do? The only thing that kept him from spiraling was the burning syrup going down his throat and making his mind fuzzy. And when that fuzz went away, down some more. An endless cycle that he didn't see the point of breaking now.

"Wha's the point in.. In getting help..? Won't fix my shit life.."

"Yeah, because once you get help and back on your feet then you'll be the one to fix your life. And it's not like you'll have to do it alone."

"Pfft, no one's gonna help me.. No one gives a shit 'bout some... Some sad asshole..."

"Chase, that isn't true! You've got Jackie and your parents, you've got me-"

"I don't got you anymore... Fucked that up, i's all I do, remember..?"

"Chase..."

"- Chase!"

Chase was snapped out of his thoughts by a different voice yelling his name. He hadn't even realized he had sunk right back into his thoughts, but he was thankful that he'd been snapped out of it. "So- Sorry... Lots'a thoughts as always..."

Henrik let out a sigh as he looked around for Chase's car, although realizing just how drunk the other was made him grateful he didn't seem to see it anywhere. It meant he didn't drive all the way here while drinking. He didn't even really care what brought Chase to the hospital tonight, whatever the reason he needed to be brought home. Or maybe to Jackie so that he didn't keep drinking. "Alright, I'm driving you... Somewhere. Probably to your brother, I do not trust you to be alone." The doctor helped his friend to his side and wrapped the other's arm around his shoulders, his own arm wrapping tightly around his waist as they walked to keep him upright. "I could try and clear your apartment of any alcohol you have and you would possibly have some stashed in a secret cabinet."

"Want you t'come home with me..." Chase mumbled out as he watched his feet sway and stumble across the parking lot concrete. It didn't even feel like he was walking at this point, like Henrik was just pulling him along and he was pretending to walk. "Have a night of fun... Like we used to 'fore we met Stacy an' Maria..."

Henrik nearly dropped Chase at that suggestion. He knew perfectly well what "a night of fun" meant. Before the pair had met their now ex wives they fooled around together. A lot. It basically became routine for them to go home together for a hard fuck whenever they met up. Hen nearly considered it before he shook his head a little. "Chase you are far too drunk for that, you probably don't even know what you are ta-"

"Had this idea since this morning... Wasn't drunk then..." Chase knew if he told the truth Henrik wouldn't come back with him. He chuckled a little as he looked up at his friend, and the doctor was able to see just how shitty the other looked. He was soaked and pale and probably freezing, and judging by the huge dark circles under his eyes- and just how sunken they looked- he'd been getting barely any sleep lately. Hell, there's a chance he didn't let himself sleep, simply having his body force himself to pass out for even a few hours of rest. He was in horrible shape. "C'mon, jus' one last night... An' then I won't bother you again.."

That sentence... Concerned Henrik. He didn't want to think about what that could imply. It could simply just be that Chase wouldn't ask for any more favors. But...

"Alright, fine." Hen didn't want his friend to be alone tonight. He didn't know what could happen if he simply took Chase home and left him there. And taking him to Jackie maybe wouldn't be any better. Maybe being a doctor gave him a bit of a savior complex but he just had a feeling that he needed to be with his friend tonight. And if that included a quick fuck with a drunk man, then he could suck it up and deal. "But we are going to your apartment, I am not letting Robbie hear us." All the doctor got was a hum in response as he helped Chase into the passenger side of the car, getting in on the driver's side and pulling his phone out.

Chase didn't understand a word that Henrik was saying while speaking to... Whoever. It was all in german. Probably one of Hen's parents, telling them he wouldn't be home tonight. He didn't really care much as he watched water droplets fall from his hat and onto his lap. His hand gripped at... Nothing. "Shit, left my- My drink back there.." He tried to get out of the car but Henrik was quick to place an arm over his chest, giving a glare as he continued talking. Okay, he wasn't getting out of the car any time soon apparently. But he really needed that drink.

It took a few more seconds before the doctor put his phone away, replacing it with his car keys. "So long as I am with you you will not be having any alcohol." The engine revved to life once the keys were turned and they were off to Chase's apartment. Thankfully Henrik remembered the way there from the hospital. "I will keep you distracted all night if I have to."

Chase let out a snort and a chuckle. "Don't think my ass can handle that much dick.. Or are you gonna let me play with you tonight..?" His speech was getting less slurred now. That was good, it meant he was slowly getting sober. Henrik couldn't help his little chuckle at the other's words. He missed his friend's dirty humor, sometimes.

"Whatever you need me to do so you will stay away from the bottle."

Thankfully Henrik managed to keep the conversation going the entire half an hour they were driving. It never gave Chase a chance to go back into his head and think too much. The doctor knew that was the last thing his friend needed right now, was to think about anything else but the present moment. And it was nice to just... Talk. About anything and everything that came to their minds, about a new movie one of them saw recently or what they had to eat last night. He needed to reach out to Chase more often, even if it was just to talk on the phone for a few minutes. Maybe that could help the other get just a little better as well.

It took several minutes to get Chase out of the car and up the stairs to his apartment. It didn't help that he nearly tripped right back down the stairs a couple of times. But soon they were inside, and Henrik was immediately hit with the horribly strong smell of various alcohols, as well as the state of the apartment. Glass bottles, cans, and take out containers littered every surface area. Dishes that probably hadn't been used in weeks were stacked on the kitchen counter.

"[Jesus Christ, Chase, how are you living like this...?]" Henrik spoke under his breath as he looked around the disheveled apartment. All he got was a groan in response. Chase was barely hanging on to the doctor, his head hung low and tangled hair covering his growing pale face.

"Doc, I don'... Feel so good..." He mumbled before his body lurched forward with a retch. The doctor was snapped out of his shock over his surroundings and was quick to lead Chase to the nearby sink so he could vomit any contents that were in his stomach. This certainly wasn't the first time Henrik had seen someone puke their guts out, he'd become desensitized to it thanks to working in the medical field. So he was able to look over what was in the vomit, disappointed that it was purely liquid. Maybe he just hadn't eaten in the past few hours, but knowing his friend's mental state...

Henrik turned the faucet on to wash away the rest of the vomit, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to help clean Chase's mouth. "Alright, because of that we are not having sex tonight.. I'm assuming you have not eaten at all today, so I am going to order us some take out and we will watch movies together." The other man let out a small groan as he shook his head, letting out a few coughs to make sure everything was out of his system.

"Uh-uh... Gotta stick with the plan..." Chase chuckled a little as he moved his hair out of his face. "Gonna be the last chance you'll ever have t'fuck me, man..."

Henrik could feel a pit form in his stomach at that sentence. In other circumstances, that sentence could be taken as a good thing. Chase could be seeing someone else, or he was moving across the country. Anything else would make sense in a different situation. But here? While his friend was hunched over the sink, his life seemingly becoming more of a mess? The doctor could hear his heart in his ears from how hard it was beating. "What do you mean by that, Chase..?"

"Gonna off myself t'night.." Chase hummed a little as he stared into the sink drain. The dark hole at the bottom of the silver dish felt like it was growing more and more and soon it would just swallow him whole. "Had a whole plan and everything.. Go hang with Jackie for a while, then bring you back here to get-" He heaved a little before he went back to talking. "-get my brains fucked out. Or fuck your brains out, either was cool.. And then I'd be gone..! Once less screw up in the world..."

It felt like Henrik's heart completely stopped. He knew it hadn't, he knew what a heart stopping was actually supposed to feel like. His heart was still technically beating, but in the moment it seemingly just... Stopped. The entire world around him stopped as Chase's words sunk in. He made this entire plan, one last day of fun with the ones closest to him, and then...

Henrik felt like he was going to puke.

How did any of them not notice how far gone this man had become?

"Chase... What..." The doctor ran a hand through his hair in any attempt to stabilize himself, to keep himself as calm as he could be right now. He needed to be calm for Chase. "Why did you never say anything..? If you are feeling that low one of us could have helped you. Is it money that is the issue? I can cover any therapy bills that you may ne-"

"Stacy took the kids." Henrik was interrupted by his friend's low voice. His stare into the sink was so intense he could have set it on fire by now. "Caught me drunk this morning. I was supposed to take the kids but... C'mon, they don't wanna be around their sad dad." Chase finally looked up at the doctor. His dark blue eyes, once holding so much spark and excitement... They truly looked dead. Completely dull. "So she took 'em. Something about... I dunno, doing it for my own good?" He let out a snorted chuckle. "Lot'a good that did, huh..."

"Chase, you can't keep doing this! You're gonna drink yourself to death!"

"Isn't that what everything wants? Finally, the dead beat's actually dead... Don't gotta watch 'im spiral anymore..."

"....... I'm taking the kids back to my place. You're not allowed to see them until you get some sort of help."

"Wh-"

"Those kids love you to fucking death, Chase! You seriously think they want their own father dead?! I just-..."

"Stace..."

"... I know how much they mean to you. That's why I'm doing this. Get sober, get help, anything. Just... Stop drinking yourself into a hole. If you won't do that for all your friends, maybe even your own brother, then do it for them. Give them their dad back. Please..."

Chase was snapped back into reality by Henrik shaking his shoulder and calling out his name. He looked up at the doctor... And he didn't expect the expression he'd see. The other's face was pale, tears already starting to fall down his face. What was he crying for? "Hey, doc, what's with the long fa-" He was immediately cut off as arms pulled him into a tight yet shaky hug. Oh, this... He hadn't felt one of these in a while. Sure, of course Jackie gave him hugs. But... This one was so emotional. Henrik held him like he might vanish right then and there if he let go. Chase needed to take a few moments before his own arms wrapped just as tightly around his friend, nuzzling his face into the crook of the other's neck. The doctor's hand ran itself through the other's hair.

"Chase, ki-" Henrik needed to take a pause at that word. "Killing yourself is not the answer to losing your kids... You should be trying to get better..." The other man gave a dry, hollow chuckle in response.

"I... I don't think I can, doc..." He pulled his face away as his own tears started to form. He didn't want to start crying on his friend. "What the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Just quit cold turkey? I mean- Fuck, how long would it even take..?? What if Stacy's never happy with my progress or whatever.."

"Please, do you really think she would do that to you..?" One of the doctor's hands reached up to gently cup Chase's cheek, earning a tired sigh from the other man as he leaned into the touch. "She knows just how much you love your children.. She is taking them away because she thinks they are the only thing that will get you to recover. The rest of us have tried everything we could, and that has not worked. What else is there to do..? Because there is not a single chance that we are just going to leave you to die. We will all help you in any way we can. Just please, try to get better..."

Sometimes you don't realize how badly you need someone to hit you with reality until it happens to you. Chase wanted so badly to ignore Henrik's words. To keep telling both of them that he wasn't deserving of anyone's help, that at this point he was far too gone. That he should just be rotting six feet below by now. But he wanted to get better so bad. He didn't want to keep laying on the couch drinking until he passed out, and have the cycle just keep repeating. He wanted to see his friend and family again. He wanted to see his kids laugh and smile, he wanted to crack jokes, he wanted to look at the world and not see grays.

He wanted to get better.

Chase only gave a noise in response as he leaned more into Henrik's arms. At this point he was just so tired that he could barely do anything else, only limply wrapping his own arms around the doctor for any sort of closeness. That's what he needed so badly right now. Just to be close to someone that apparently cared about him. He was glad that that person was Henrik right now. And they just stood there next to the sink for what seemed like hours, even if it had only been mere minutes. Just standing there in each other's arms and taking in the air around them. There were so many things that both of them wanted to say, but after Henrik's words the silence was needed so much more. And in all honesty, both of them just needed some rest, even if it was simply sitting down together.

"Hey doc...?" Chase spoke up after another minute, his voice just barely loud enough for Henrik to hear him.

"Hm...?"

"You mentioned take out... Could we get pizza...? Haven't eaten all day..."

Henrik couldn't help his small chuckle as he nodded, leaving a small kiss on the other's head. "Sure... Does pepperoni sound good...?"

"Sounds amazing right now..."

#ashton is writing #normalcy au #jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye au #henrik von schneeplestein #chase brody #alcohol addiction #tw sui talk #vomiting #ask to tag #cuz i have no idea how to tag this over here-#anyways heavy ass fic for henrik and chase you're welcome guys-#kinda rushed the ending a little cuz i was out of ideas by the end

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s0lemnhypn0s · 11 months ago

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So like, I'm insane, so let me share some songs I think are very Crochawk

-Smooth by Santana

"And if you said this life ain't good enough // I would give my world to lift you up // I could change my life to better suit your mood // Because you're so smooth // And it's just like the ocean under the moon // Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you // You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah // Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it"

-Your body, my temple by Will Wood

"Amen, I'm only a man // Howling at your face in the moon // Hot damn! But no holy man, kneeling in the stained-glass tomb // As all hell breaks loose, as all hells always do // Oh, what the hell can I do // To have a little more heaven with you? // Hot damn, you are a part of my plan // Cataclysmic Catechism catch-22 // Your body, my temple, baby // Your body, my temple // So, when the cattle fall dead and the waters run red // I'll be your lamb's blood on the wall // God isn't dead, but that's exactly what I've been dreading // After all the meek inherited fuck all // If you help those who help themselves // My superstitions, your visage, my visions // Your body, my temple, baby // Your body, my temple"

-Sex dwarf by Soft cell

"Isn't it nice, sugar and spice // Luring disco dollies to a life of vice // I can make a film and make you my star // You'd be a natural the way you are // I would like you on a long black leash // I would parade you down the High Street // You've got the attraction // You've got the pulling power // Walk my little doggie, walk my little sex dwarf (here doggie, doggie!) // We can make a scene, we'll be a team // Making the headlines sounds like a dream // When we hit the floor you just watch them move aside // We will take them for a ride of rides"

-Paralyzer by Finger eleven

"I hold out for one more drink, before I think // I'm lookin' too desperately // But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home // If one thing really means one // This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks // That would be cool with me // Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place // Or your place or my place // Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you // I wanna make you move because you're standin' still // If your body matches what your eyes can do // You'll probably move right through me on my way to you"

-To err is human so don't be one by Will wood

"Mm, I could take your life, if you're done with it, sweetheart // You still picking at that? only ate the good parts // Hey, whatever works, I'm a cheap date (Check please!) // Falling off the bone, I'm awful glad we met // We only ever notice what's in front of us // Read over my shoulder, breathing down my neck // Are we on the same page yet, I'm getting old here! // Come on don't you get it? What the heck? // Oh, I could drink your blood if you let me, baby // Drain you o' your love until you hate me // Yes, to err is human, so don't be one // This was a mistake, I'll take my leave // But, before I go, let me know if you see // A little black bag with a toe tag please // If you don't hate me, then reanimate me // Prove it to me baby, lightning in my veins // These instincts I've managed to stave mean // Monsters must be people too, so oh geez! // Oh, I could drink your blood if you let me, baby // Drain you o' your love until you hate me // I will drink your blood 'till your lips turn blue // Drain you o' your love, if you want me to"

-GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVERBOY BY QUEEN

"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things // We can do the tango, just for two // I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings // Be your Valentino, just for you // Ooh, love, ooh, lover boy // What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy // Set my alarm, turn on my charm // That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy // Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster) // (Ooh-ooh) can you feel my love heat? (Ooh-ooh) // Come on and sit on my hot seat of love // And tell me how do you feel, right after all // I'd like for you and I to go romancing // Say the word, your wish is my command"

"Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine // (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) precisely // I will pay the bill, you taste the wine // Driving back in style, in my saloon, will do quite nicely // Just take me back to yours, that will be fine // Come on and get it // Ooh, love (there he goes again) // Ooh, lover boy (he's my good old-fashioned lover boy, ooh) // What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy // Everything's all right, just hold on tight // That's because I'm a good old-(fashioned, fashioned) lover boy"

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Hello! I thought I should just post a pinned for my blog so y'all get to know me a bit better, so here it is :]

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My name is Vivi, I'm non-binary and use they/them pronouns! I'm also asexual polyamorous panromantic and I live in Asia, Singapore 🇸🇬 (Please use tone tags!)

I'm in way too many fandoms, have way too many interests, and like way too many things.

However, some fixations I have currently are: Charlie Slimecicle, D&D, Just Roll With It, Shadows over Welde, Overwatch 2, Doctor Who, SMii7Y, Gravity Falls, Sanders Sides, The Umbrella Academy 1, 2, & 3, Good Omens, Owengejuice, Rats SMP, Ranboo, Generation Loss, and {more will be added eventually!!}

Aaand some of my current most favourite characters/people are: Gillion Tidestrider (JRWI Riptide), Charlie Slimecicle (cc) & any character Charlie makes, Zephrael (SoW), Klaus Hargreeves (TUA), Junkrat (OW2), 11th, 10th, & 14th Doctors (DW), Sans (UT), Deviant Connor (DBH), Loki (Loki), David Tennant (actor), Robert Sheehan (actor), Stanford Pines (GF), Virgil (SS), Michael Reeves (cc), and {more will be added eventually!!}

(Go check all of them out, they're all awesome! /nf)

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*I don't have any specific favourite genre of music, I mostly listen to anything that interests me :P

Some games I like to play are Overwatch 2, Minecraft, ROBLOX (only the good games), and some others but I forgot :|

And my favourite movies are The Wild Robot, Turning Red, The Greatest Showman, The LEGO Movie, Inside Out 1 & 2, and C⚉raline

Feel free to reach out and ask me anything you'd like, remember to drink some water and have a good day! :D

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy the rest of my posts :]

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xieyouji-xiegushi · 1 year ago

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Just What I Needed (Chapter 3)

Cross-posting my fics while AO3 is down! This is a multi-chapter fic; please check out the contents page for additional tags, overall CWs and other chapters before reading!

Title: Just What I Needed (Chapter 3)

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: E

Ship: Destiel

Chapter 3 CWs: none

Summary: All Sam and Dean have to their names right now is $200, a '67 Chevy Impala, and a lead.

Dean dropped Sam off outside the library. Sam waved, wishing him a good date and reminding him to be careful. Dean was relaxed. He’d managed to wash his hair under a standpipe at the gas station earlier, and he had one of his last clean shirts on. He knew he didn’t exactly look his best, but at least Castiel probably wouldn’t be able to guess that he was effectively homeless.

He parked two blocks away from the Cheesecake Factory at precisely 6.45, giving him enough time to walk the rest of the way. He didn’t like to park right outside in case his jilted date tried to follow him. It wouldn’t do to have some angry guy memorising his plates. He walked briskly, not because he was cold, but actually a little excited. He tried to contain himself, but it was a long time since he’d been on anything that had even the semblance of a real date. He might have been out here scamming older guys for food, but they were out to get something for themselves too. He just didn’t usually give it to them.

Reminding himself that, no matter how pleasant the target, this was still just a scam, Dean hurried inside. Castiel was waiting just inside of the door. He smiled when he saw Dean.

“Aaron, I presume?”

“That’s me. Shall we grab a table?”

“Yes, we should.”

After they were situated, with two glasses of water and their food on the way, Castiel decided it was time to start the conversation.

“I hope this is okay. The restaurant, I mean. I never feel comfortable at expensive places.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. I get that.” Dean did get it. He was all about quantity over quality, especially recently.

“Good,” Castiel responded, before falling silent. Dean waited for a couple of minutes, but there was no follow-up. Odd. Maybe Castiel was nervous. Okay, Dean could work with that.

“So, uh, do you come here often?”

Dean kicked himself internally. Why was that the thing that came out of his mouth? If he’d had a brain, he’d be dangerous.

“No, I do not frequent the Cheesecake Factory. I mainly eat at home,” Castiel answered the question, apparently taking it at face value. He looked down at his drink. More silence. Dean began to feel a bit awkward. The conversation just wasn’t flowing the way it had seemed to earlier. It was… weird.

“Hey, uh, are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. Sorry. My people skills are… rusty. I mainly talk to computers. I haven’t been on a proper date since… well, I can’t remember, actually. I’ve forgotten what to do.”

Dean laughed gently. That made two of them.

“Well, you were pretty conversational earlier. Just stick with that.”

“Oh. That. Texting is easier than face to face interactions. And the questions thing – I, uh, saw that on stackexchange. I’m nowhere near that smooth in real life.”

Well, that made sense. Dean felt just the smallest twinge of disappointment, but he shelved it. If the date was bad, he wouldn’t feel guilty for cutting out early.

“I think, this is the part where I ask you to tell me about yourself, is it not?” Castiel continued. “How long have you been in town?”

“Just a few days. You’re local?”

“Yep, born and bred. You here for long?”

“Not sure yet. Probably not. We move around a lot.”

“We?”

Damn. Dean usually went out of his way to avoid giving any personal information to his dates. Castiel was more observant than he was used to. Most of the guys he went out with just wanted to talk about themselves. Oh well, he supposed he could give a few details, as long as they weren’t identifying.

“Yeah, I’m with my family. My Dad, and my kid brother.”

“Your dad? How old did you say you were again?”

“I didn’t, but I’m 24.” Dean lied. Really, he was 20, but a lot of guys were put off by that, and the ones that weren’t tended to be trouble. “Family business. I help out and take care of Sammy.”

“That sounds pleasant. I haven’t seen my brothers for a long time. They’re not… the best people.”

Oh. Okay. Awkward, and a little oversharing. Castiel wasn’t really what Dean had expected, but, somehow, he found that he didn’t mind. It was honestly just nice to meet someone who liked to listen as much as talk.

“Sorry to hear that, man. Having a brother… it’s awesome. Sammy’s the greatest kid. Does good in school, everyone likes him, you know. Never gets in trouble. Give him some apple pie and he’s happy as Larry.”

Dean lit up when he was talking about Sam, and Castiel noticed, smiling at him softly. It was a kind smile. It made Dean feel warm. Not many people looked at him like that these days.

“What’s the family business?”

“Oh, you know. Contracting. Short jobs, different cities, that sort of thing. We mostly live on the road.”

“Sounds interesting. Tiring, I imagine, but it must feel… freeing.” If Castiel had noticed how Dean had deflected the question, he didn’t comment. “I’m chained to a desk most days, I’m afraid. Not a very exciting life.”

“Well, thank god you met me,” Dean quipped, before his curiosity got the better of him. “Actually, if this is your first date in a while… why did you ask me out?”

“I don’t know. I hadn’t even opened Grindr in, oh, must’ve been months. Today I just decided to check it out, see what’s out there, and there you were, right at the top. I didn’t know you’d just come into town. But it seems, I don’t know, serendipitous.”

As he said this, Castiel met Dean’s eyes, and held his gaze for the longest they had managed so far. Dean could tell that he was completely sincere. He almost found himself agreeing. Castiel’s eyes were truly striking. Dean felt like he was at risk of answering any question Castiel asked as long as he was looking into his eyes.

Their food arrived, and Castiel got to work on his quickly, with Dean taking it considerably slower. The conversation was moving more naturally now. They talked about Castiel’s job, which sounded just as boring as he claimed it was, their hobbies (Dean left several off the list), music, and a bit more about their families. Dean was careful not to give anything else away. Castiel didn’t go into much detail about his, either. What he did say made it sound pretty complicated. Dean could relate. Neither of them pried beyond what they were willing to share.

Dean almost jumped out of his chair when he felt his phone ring. He quickly checked his watch – how was it 8.30 already? He hadn’t been looking at the time at all. He supposed he had just been enjoying Castiel’s company.

“Sorry, I gotta take this.”

“No problem.”

Dean walked away from the table and answered the phone.

“Hi, Sammy.”

“Ready to go?”

Dean hesitated, glancing back at Castiel, who was still sitting at the table. God, he was good-looking. A tiny part of him wanted to stay.

“Dean? Come on, I’m hungry.”

“Right, right. Sorry. I’ll be right there.”

He hung up and returned to the table. No need for a fake frown; he actually felt bad about leaving. Castiel clearly didn’t go out much. Dean felt like he was wasting a rare opportunity for him.

“Castiel, I’m so sorry. I have to go. My Dad has to go to work, so I gotta go home and take care of Sammy. Sorry, I was supposed to have the night free.”

Castiel was silent for a few seconds, before turning his face towards Dean with an understanding expression.

“It’s okay. Here, let’s get your food packed up.” He motioned for a waiter to come to the table. “Could we get this food to go? And add an apple pie to that, and the bill, please.”

“Apple pie?”

“Sammy’s favourite, right?”

Dean was taken aback. Now he felt really guilty.

“Hey, Aaron, I had a great time tonight. Could I get your number?”

“What? Oh, right, of course.”

Dean had been asked this after a date before of course. This time, though, he gave Castiel his real number. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket as Castiel drop-called him.

“There, now you’ve got mine. Ah, and just in time,” he said, as the waiter returned with the food. He handed the bags to Dean, who accepted them gratefully. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Uh, sure. Thanks, Castiel. Be seeing you.”

“I hope so.”

Dean turned and half-ran out of the restaurant. Castiel would hopefully assume it was because he was rushing home, but really Dean just didn’t know how to respond. When he got back to the car, he pulled out his phone and saved Castiel’s number, grinning stupidly. Yeah, he was totally smitten.

He got back to the library at 8.55. Sam was waiting.

“You’re late.”

“Five minutes! And I got you pie.”

“What? How did you manage that?”

“The guy. He ordered it.”

Sam gave him a sidelong look. “And? How was it?”

“It was nice. He was nice.”

“That’s good. Shame you’re not gonna see him again.”

Dean felt a slight pang of sadness. “Right. Yeah. I’m not into second dates, anyway.”

There was a faint buzzing sound, which Dean realised had come from his phone. He opened it to check the notification. Grindr. He opened it, just to see what it was.

u into older

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Well, it was a bit soon after his last date, but maybe Dean could book in dinner for later in the week. It would give him one less thing to worry about.

i’m open

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Good start. Not shutting it down, but not looking like he was into it either. Dean had discovered that if he came on too strong, they didn’t feel as inclined to spend money on him.

u avail?

[location]

here

now

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Yikes.

buy a guy dinner first?

i’m free tomorrow

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no dinner

1 hr

p2p

200

u come or not?

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Dean wracked his brain. What was ‘p2p’, again? Drugs? No, drugs was ‘pnp’, or sometimes ‘pArty’. No, ‘p2p’ was… oh, right. Pay to play. 200. That must’ve meant $200. Damn.

Dean was under no illusion exactly what he would be doing for that $200. To be honest, he’d considered it before, sometime after they got down to their last $500. He just hadn’t really known how to actually, you know, find a job.

pics?

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[image]

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Well, one out of those three was not exclusively a dick pic. The guy was definitely older than Dean, but still only looked to be about early 50s. He wasn’t stunningly attractive or anything, but not bad. Dean made up his mind.

just got off work

can I shower at your place?

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sure

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be right there

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Dean looked over at Sam, who was working on his food.

“Hey, Sammy. I’ve gotta go, uh, take care of something. I’m gonna bring the car, so you just lock yourself in, alright? It won’t take long.”

“Where are you going? Hunting? Can I come?”

“No, and no. It’s just… a thing. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Okay, sure. Just be careful, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

Dean sped across town and parked two streets away from the location. He grabbed his phone, leaving the car keys with Sam. He reached the house and rang the doorbell, hopping nervously from one foot to the other. The man opened the door and looked him up and down.

“Hi. Come in.”

“Thanks.” Dean ducked inside, heading straight to the bathroom. In his haste, he missed the text that came through to his phone.

Hey, Aaron. Did you make it home okay?

- Castiel: 21.20

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pirateprincessblog · 3 years ago

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Hey loveee can you do a yunho smut if s/o teasing him all day secretly infront of the boys (like during a hang out or something) and then he snapped. Which yunho and s/o left the hang out early cuz he will be giving a ‘punishment’

Tease Me More 》 J. Yunho

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: swearing, public sex, teasing, praising, mention of voyeurism, biting kink, degradation, overstimulation, ddlg role-play (mentioned once or twice), squirting, oral (male receiving)

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut

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𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Yunho loves bringing you along when he goes out with his friends. He loves your energy, your humour and your personality. It's usually a peaceful ride wherever you go, but today a sixth friend decides to join, forcing you to sit on Yunho's lap for the rest of the ride. Lots of crowded lanes and a delayed arrival, your squirming due to the summer heat and Yunho not getting any release for almost a week mean bad(read: good) news for you.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Y'all know that video of Yunho spinning that CD in the album with his finger? Yeah. Also that video in one of their lives with that deep ass voice? Yeah.

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You knew Wooyoung and San were funny and loud. What you didn't know was they had this obsession with energy drinks and those mini bottled cocktails. It's a hot sunny day, and you've been in the car for thirty minutes and already had enough. They were already tipsy and a bit too much to handle. The beach was not too far away, but it was Saturday and lots of people were using their day off to cool off in the inviting sea. The AC in the car wasn't properly working, and your bare warm legs touching Yunho's as you sat on his lap only made you want to jump out of the window and crawl to the beach. Hongjoong peacefully drove his brand new Jeep, stopping once in a while at the traffic lights or letting people into the lane.

Your skin was sticking to your boyfriends, and every once in a while, you moved so you can peel yourself off of him. His hands rested on your waist, thumbs gently caressing your skin over the beach dress. He had his nose buried into your hair, enjoying the silky feeling of it and the smell of coconut. Yunho was drained, he had zero energy left from the hard training session the day before. He just wanted to lay on his watermelon floatie and doze off in the middle of the sea.

Yunho was imagining the cold drops of the salty water against his skin, and it was already a big relief. The AC blew warm air into his face, but Yunho was already at the beach. His hands are swinging from the floatie into the cool water, distancing him from the shore and into the peaceful deeper sea. He could taste the salt on his lips. His eyes burned with that weird sensation after diving into the water, and the smell of the sunscreen and the floatie took him back to his childhood. Away from the stage, away from the stares, and away from the judging mirror in the practice room.

Yunho was back in the car when he felt friction between his legs. You squirmed again, desperately trying to find an area that wasn't burning so you can sit. Your dress had climbed up, and your bottom was now clearly rubbing against him. Intentional or not, Yunho needed you to stop.

"Love-"

"I'm uncomfortable." You whine, squirming again.

"We'll be there soon." He sighs, then places his hands on your hips to prevent you from moving.

"But Yunho-"

Yunho then pulls a lock of your hair, then places his lips next to your ear. You almost moan at the sensation of your hair getting pulled, but he stops you by putting his hand over your mouth.

"Be good."

And two words were enough to make you calm down. The dominant energy Yunho kept emitting even in non-sexual situations made you feel... sexual.

Yunho let go of your face, then placed his hand at your lower stomach. He applied pressure every once in a while, giving it gentle massages in hopes to keep you patient. It wasn't the beach you were impatient about. It was Yunho. His scent was suddenly all over you, and his skin against yours now felt pleasing. Oh, how hot he was. He wore his black swimming shorts, a dark blue summer shirt, sunglasses, and your favorite, rings. His hair was messy and sweaty at his forehead, making him look additionally hot and fucked out. You want him. You want him so bad.

Your hand innocently lays on his thigh, giving it gentle squeezes. It then reaches behind your back in an attempt to fix the beach dress. Instead of that, you end up brushing your hand against him. You almost smile and sigh with satisfaction. He was ready. You just needed to get a hold of him. Your bottom rubbed up and down his clothed shaft, and you could feel his breathing slow down on your neck. His fingers teasingly rub the area just above your briefs. You're already deep in, but he will join you soon.

His fingers dip under the dress, his hot skin and cool rings finally touching you like you want to. He traces the area around your clit. Each circle is painfully slow, so slow that you want to cry out of pleasure. His fingers finally press on your clit, making your head fall back against his shoulder.

"Head up." He orders.

San was full of energy that needed to be unleashed, and both you and Yunho were thankful for that right now. He was enthusiastic about a game he had bought on Steam, and the rest of the group was carefully listening, leaving Yunho to do his little dirty job.

You bring your head back up, only to let it fall to the front. The pleasure felt so intense, you couldn't help yourself. You were already falling apart in his arms. Yunho wasn't having it with your disobedience. He pulls your hair again, making you whimper and look in front of you. San glances at your face, and Yunho pulls his hand back and pretends to sleep. Once San made sure you're okay, he goes on to talk about the amazing discount and why everyone should get that game. You're even starting to get invested into the conversation, until your boyfriend's hand reaches into your briefs again.

His fingers are spreading your lips apart, while his middle finger is giving maximum attention to your clit. The pace is driving you crazy. It's slow, gentle, and Yunho was surely going to do this for at least another thirty minutes. The beach was so far away now, even though you could see the sea over all of the lanes and cars.

Your hands are gripping his thighs, and you close your eyes in an attempt to focus on the upcoming orgasm. You're not proud of yourself, but you'll gladly take two right now. He pulls your hair again, this time leaving his hand in it and making your head turn towards the mirror at the front. His sunglasses are now resting on top of his head, and his eyes are piercing into yours through the mirror. You feel very hot, not just because of the weather. Yunho pulls his hand away, only to spread your legs a little more and pull your panties aside. He dips his fingers down, just to see how wet you are.

"Oh, you poor thing. You need a cock."

"Shut up," you warn, looking over at the boys to see if they're really that oblivious to what's happening.

"I know you get off to my dirty talk, don't try pretending it bothers you."

"I do, but now is not the time to—"

He inserts his fingers into you, thumb resting at your clit and rubbing it. You want to scream and cry from pleasure, but all you can do is rest your head on his chest and pretend to look through the window while you quietly moan in his ear.

"Keep your mouth shut if you want to cum."

You whimper as a response. That's all you're able to do right now anyway. His fingers curl inside of you, then slowly start moving in and out. Your dress is covering your bottom and his hand, so if any of them look over, Yunho can just pretend to caress your thighs and or stomach. He thought this through.

You feel him shuffle underneath you, his hand doing something in the back. He lifts you up for a moment, only to let you sink down on his cock.

"Oh—"

"Silence," he warns, grabbing your face and pressing his lips on yours.

He lets the dress fall over both of you, but doesn't remove his hand. He's toying with your clit, rubbing it up and down, then in circles, not once speeding up the pace. Your breathing is becoming difficult, and your heart is beating fast. Adrenaline is washing over your body, making you even hope that one of them is watching. It would be incredibly hot to watch someone get off to the sight of you and Yunho fucking and kissing. You pull away and bite down on your lip to hold back noises. Big mistake.

"Fuck, baby. You in a mood for biting?" Yunho puts his finger in front of your mouth, waiting for you to open up for him. You part your lips, gently taking in his finger between your teeth and biting down. "Good girl."

You only manage to look up into his eyes in the way you know will drive him crazy. Your big eyes and slightly scrunched eyebrows with a gentle pout that screams fuck me.

"You'll be the end of me," he whispers, then inserts another finger in your mouth.

Yunho doesn't move his cock. Instead, he just lets you sit there and occasionally gives your clit a few rubs. The intense eye contact is too much for you to handle. You remove his fingers from your mouth, then dive into his lips. The man doesn't mind at all. He cups your cheek, bringing your face and body closer to him. Yunho isn't really a rough kisser. He likes it gentle and deep. His tongue is passionately caressing yours, and he hates to admit it, but he could orgasm just from kissing and watching that fucked face of ours. He sucks your bottom lip, the the top one, then gently bites it.

"I fucking adore your lips," he whispers into your mouth. "So fucking sweet."

When Yunho starts swearing, you know he wants it bad. He pulls away, cupping your jaw with his hand and makes you look up at him once again. You're all red and puffy, lips plump and glistening because of him. He chuckles, then caresses your cheek with his ringed fingers to soothe it.

"You're gonna have to finish what you started, love."

"I didn't start anything," you act dumb and innocent.

"As if I don't know that my pretty girl is also a big tease. You always tease when you're not supposed to, and we both know where that brings you. Acting all confident and brave, but the moment you're alone with me, you turn into the biggest needy slut anyone has ever seen."

You lower your head to hide your smirk. It will only make your grave deeper. But Yunho isn't having it today. He yanks your hair again, this time keeping his hand there.

"I'm going to fuck you so good you'll forget where we are going."

This time you fail to hide your smile. He raises his eyebrow and laughs in disbelief.

"I forgot just how smart you are. You know what's coming, and you enjoy it, don't you?"

"Of course I do," you reply, then get closer so you can deliver your final teasing move: your tongue peeks out to lick his still red lips.

The car stops, and Hongjoong announces they have arrived. Yunho presses your head against his chest, then tells you to close your eyes. You can hear everyone exiting the car, but Yunho isn't moving.

"Yunho, let's go."

"You go, I'll have to wake her up first. You know how cranky she gets when she wakes up."

"Here are the keys then. If I don't find my car here when we get back, just know that for a short man, I have a lot of anger in me."

"I know that."

"Dickhead."

"Fuck off."

The doors are slammed shut, and Yunho still isn't moving. He's probably waiting for them to reach a certain distance before he can slam you down on his cock and make you beg for it. Just before you open your mouth to ask if they're gone, Yunho throws you on the seats so your ass is up. You moan at the sweet pain and the thoughts of what's coming next.

"You love being a toy, don't you? You love being thrown around, fucked like there's no tomorrow and degraded like a dirty whore?"

You don't answer. Yunho then pulls your hair one more time, enough so he is able to look into your eyes from that position. One thing Yunho absolutely adores is how quickly you turn vulnerable. He could do anything he wants to you, but he doesn't have much time. He'll have to settle for a quick fuck, maybe eating you out as a form of punishment for your behaviour. You can't stand overstimulation, and he knows that very well. He gladly uses that when you misbehave.

He yanks your briefs down to your knees, then flips your dress so that he can see what mess you made. He is satisfied with the amount of arousal there is between your legs. More than enough for him to slide in with no difficulty and giving you the best orgasm you ever had. Yunho then goes back to looking into your eyes. You notice how dark they've gotten due to his expanded pupils. He then places his hand on your neck, still keeping your head thrown back so he can look at you.

"I'm going to fuck you now." He announces, and you don't get a chance to answer. He slides in with force, hips colliding with your ass so harsh it echoes in the car.

"Fuck—" you yelp, hands reaching towards anything for support. You settle for holding onto the door.

He pulls out slowly, then forcefully goes in again. His stare is as hot as the air in the car. He looks absolutely delicious, and you want a taste of him as soon as possible. Your body is trembling from pleasure, but you still want more of him. You want all of him.

"Yunho—" you moan out, eyes rolling back each time he snaps his hips into yours.

"You wanted it. Now take it."

His other hand is holding onto your ass, every now and then delivering a spank. You're lucky you don't have to do anything. Otherwise you'd be zero help. You let loud and needy moans shamelessly travel to his ears, and you aren't even aware of just how risky the location for having sex is. Anyone could walk by and see you getting pounded by this incredibly skilled and handsome man.

"This is the last time you pull something like this in front of my friends, understood?"

When you moan instead of replying, Yunho spanks your ass again. You jolt to the front to get away from any more, but quickly go back to press your cheeks to his hips.

"Understood?"

"No promises," you choke out.

His hips stop, and you know you fucked up. Knowing him, he could just leave you like this and go to the beach like nothing happened. But Yunho is having too much fun to let go so soon. You see him lick his lips in an attempt to stop himself from smirking. Outside of all the dirty talk, he loves it when you're confident. He loves it when you're bratty. It means he can use you however he wants to as a form of punishment, and both of you will enjoy it. In conclusion, Yunho loves everything you do. From all the innocent lip bites to the fuck me gaze you like to give him while you're in public.

His tongue presses into the inside of his cheek. He takes a few moments to decide what to do with you. He could just bend you over outside on Hongjoong's freshly cleaned Jeep and fuck you so good you don't even need anything other than water and him. Yunho has time for that. For now, he decides to flip you over on your back and lift your leg over his shoulder. You're already spread out and ready for him.

"The only good thing you did today. Good girl."

You melt at his praise, hands reaching towards him and pulling him into a kiss. You feel his hot tip rubbing at your folds, but not yet entering. His tongue his carefully giving attention to your lips, tongue, neck, collarbones, until he reaches your breasts. He pinches your nipple. Once, then twice. He loves how your body responds to him. You're a trembling mess, and he isn't even inside you.

You whine, hands now reaching towards your folds to spread them open.

"You know the magic words, love."

"Daddy please."

"That's my girl."

And just like that, Yunho is thrusting into you with ease. Both of you are a sweaty mess, but neither of you let go of the other. Bodies and lips pressed together, Yunho enjoyed every single second in the car. His hands are holding onto your waist, occasionally slamming your body into his hips. You're a moaning mess, fingers grabbing at the fogged window behind you and hair sticking to your red face.

"Fuck, right there—" you moan out when he lifts your lower body from the seats and gains access to more area inside you. "You keep doing that and I'm going to squirt all over you and your friends car."

He chuckles at your warning. "Don't you worry about that. Just tell me when you're close."

It takes a few more hipthrusts and clit rubs to send you close to the edge. Fear is slowly starting to form inside you. You really don't want to ruin Hongjoong's car. He worked hard for it and was proudly showing it off.

"Yunho—"

"You close, love?"

"Yes, fuck yes."

The man looks through the windows, and once he makes sure nobody is around, he picks you up and turns you around so that your back is facing him. He opens the door, then sits on the edge of the seats with you on his lap. His cock is still deep inside you, hips not once stopping the movements. His fingers reach to your clit, now rubbing it faster and harder than before.

"Feel good?"

You aren't even moaning anymore. You're just a groaning and a whimpering mess. You're right there at the edge. Just takes a drop to spill the water from the glass. You throw your head back on his shoulder, fingers tangling into his hair and pulling it as you feel your body fall apart. The pleasure washes over your body and hits your lower stomach harsh. You're shaking, body still processing the intense orgasm. You feel liquid pour over your legs, and you hope nothing got inside. Yunho doesn't stop his movements. He's still rubbing you, overstimulating you so bad you want to cry.

"Stop, please," you beg.

"Do you really mean that?" He groans into your ear.

"No," you admit.

His hand is wet with your liquid and arousal, and he's gladly using it as a lube. Yunho is getting close. You know that because his dirty talk has come to a stop and his teeth are sinking into your shoulder.

"Fuck, baby— so pretty and tight for me—" He chokes out the last bits of his dirty talk.

You're at cloud nine, feeling more sweet pain than pleasure at this point.

"I'm cumming, where do—"

You get up, his cock slipping out of you. You drop on your knees, stick your tongue out and cup his base. He's mercilessly working on his shaft, not changing the rhythm. His chest is quickly rising and falling, and his sighs and groans are turning into true moans. You push his hands away, then take him in your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, then suck harshly on it. He almost loses his mind. He has to hold onto the seats and your head for support. Your hands are massaging the rest of his cock you can't fit, and just after a few moments, Yunho falls apart in your hands.

"Fuuuck," he moans out, hips unconsciously thrusting upwards to ride out his orgasm.

You swallow the liquid slowly, biting back a grimace at the taste. You don't want to ruin the moment. Besides, he was so good to you. Why not treat him?

He brings his head down, eyes looking deep into yours once again.

"You're doing this again, aren't you?"

"Of course I am, daddy."

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except for maybe you, and your simple smile

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Julie Floyd (OC)

Synopsis: Hangman's girlfriend makes sure Jake is taken care of during Payback’s bachelor party, and the morning after, he decides to return the favor

Warnings: 18+, minors please DNI – starts out pretty fluffy, then it does devolve into smut and swearing, the usual (i.e. explicit freceiving!oral and PiV sex)

Length: 6.7k

A/N: I'm considering writing a holiday fic with Julie, so wanted to start bringing her over from ao3. if this goes well, i might cross-post their meetcute, so lmk if y'all want more! tldr Julie Floyd is Bob's older sister; they meet during TGM when they both go to the infirmary to check in on Bob and Phoenix after the training crash.

tagging: @peakyrogers @wildbornsiren @fuckyeahhangman @laracrofted (ik you’ve already seen it but still), @princessofglitterland @callsignvalley @daggerspare-standingby @almostgenerallyalways @jadore-andor @bioodforbiood @blue-aconite @winterrebel04 @gigisimsonmars and if you're not on the list but want to be, or the inverse, let me know!

read on ao3 instead

Which meant she alone bore tribute to the judges’ poor rationale on the GBBO.

Julie’s favorite baker had produced 46 macarons, just short of the requisite four dozen, which would be a valid criticism except she had made four dozen, but had startled into crushing two of them when another contestant dropped his kitchen aid on his foot. And now Xiomara was being voted off, because Paul Hollywood couldn’t appreciate the absolute genius that was a flight of macarons inspired by Camille Saint-Saens’ Carnival of the Animals , even if she was two short of perfection.

Julie was pulled out of her brooding by the vibrating of her phone on the bedside table.

She checked the caller ID and sat up quickly, muting the TV as she answered the call.

“Natasha? Everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, babe, all good,” Natasha shouted into the phone, over the clamor of a noisy bar. “Your boyfriend’s getting sloppy drunk; we found him feeding quarters into a decorative payphone, trying to call you, so here he is.”

There was a shuffling sound, and Julie relaxed back into the pillows against the headboard. Natasha sounded perfectly sober, but Julie had heard stories about how she could drink any of the guys under the table, so her friend’s voice wasn’t a tell of how far gone the others could be.

“Julia,” she heard a moment later, Jake’s voice making her smile. He was the only one who used her full name, but she’d decided years ago that she didn’t mind.

Or maybe that was just the power of a Texan accent.

“Hey, Hangman,” Julie said into the phone. “You having fun?”

“Phoenix is bullying me,” he said, and she heard him grunt as Natasha presumably swatted at him, before he turned away from her. “I think she’s a cyborg or something, Jules; she’s downing shots like they’re water.”

Julie shook her head. “Just make sure you’re drinking water, yeah? Let’s do our level best to keep the hangover at bay.”

There was a loud sigh, so close that it shorted out the microphone. “You’re so good at that,” Jake said, and he sounded cross.

“At what?” Julie asked, trying her hardest to keep her amusement out of her voice.

“Taking care of me,” Jake said, his voice somehow still put out.

“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?”

“S’not,” Jake said, then he sniffed. “You’re just…very good.”

He was sweet when he was sentimental, like it snuck up on him. Jake was pretty good about compliments when he was sober, but it was always affirming to hear the guileless version when he was a little tipsy.

“I hear you’re pretty good too,” Julie reassured him, thinking that Jake was probably the only person she knew who could get away with having a catch phrase in real life.

“Course I am,” Jake responded immediately, then he paused as he thought it over. “But I’m good at things, you’re just decent. Like kind and shit.”

Julie smoothed the comforter, the white down feeling soft under her fingers, rippled around where her weight crumpled it. “We’re getting you there.”

Jake hummed a little, like he disagreed but didn’t want to say it. “I like when you say we’re a we.”

Julie pushed the wrinkles back the other way on the comforter. “We are, aren’t we?”

“I know, but I like it. It’s nice,” Jake paused. “I miss you.”

Julie stopped fidgeting with the comforter, surprised by the sweet longing in his voice. “Babe, you saw me like four hours ago,” she said gently.

“What happened to my feelings being valid?” Jake asked, candor replaced by petulance.

“They are, of course,” Julie amended quickly.

Jake huffed. “Well I miss you.”

“I’ll see you in a couple hours more, yeah?” Julie offered. “How’s that sound?”

“Good,” he said wistfully. “That sounds good. You’re so good, Julia, I mean it.”

Julie went back to the comforter. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she told him.

“See this is what I mean!” Jake said, annoyed again. “Just take the compliment, okay? It doesn’t have to be about me too.”

Julie tipped her head. “What happened to liking ‘we’?”

“Of course I like ‘we’,” Jake said, thinking. “I love you.”

Julie smiled. “I love you, too.”

“I love you too,” Jake said, and Julie could practically see everyone around him rolling their eyes.

“Alright, Seresin, you get back to having fun, okay?” she told him.

Jake sighed, like he was steeling himself for a daunting task.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Well, not okay, but I’ll try. The guys won’t let me play pool.”

“Bastards,” Julie said, loyally.

“It’s okay; the sticks are awful sharp, did you know? They are,” he said solemnly, and the background noise got louder as someone pulled his attention away from the phone. “Oh, hey, Fanboy. Yeah, it’s Julia. Now, wait–-”

There was a rustling sound on the other end, which Julie assumed was Mickey fighting the phone away from Jake. She waited for it to stop, and then a moment later heard the wizzo’s voice on the line.

“Julie, your boyfriend’s bringing this down,” Mickey complained. “At this rate, he’ll be tapping out in an hour.”

Julie didn’t think Mickey sounded 100% either, but she wasn’t about to say it.

“Do me a favor and keep him vertical,” she said instead, and she heard Mickey snort.

“Anything for my second favorite Floyd,” he rejoined.

Julie shook her head, reaching over to grab the binder inside the nightstand, flipping pages till she found room service.

“Alright, I’ll take the hint and sign off,” she told Mickey. “Have a reasonable amount of fun, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mickey said. “Here’s Phoenix.”

There was a shuffling as the phone was passed back, and Julie heard Natasha’s longsuffering sigh before she put the phone up to her ear.

“All the men I love are lightweights,” Natasha said. “What are we gonna do about that?”

Julie laughed quietly. “Are they lightweights, or are you superhuman, Nat?”

“Now you sound like Jake,” she said, and Julie could hear the grin on her friend's voice. “At this rate, we’ll be home before 2am. Call you if anything changes, but don’t wait up, okay?”

“Okay,” Julie agreed. “Make good choices.”

“Don’t I always,” Natasha said, and she hung up.

Julie put the phone back on the side table, a small smile on her face as she looked around the room.

That group was special. Some of them went back to their first pass through Top Gun, some of them had first met when they were trained by Captain Mitchell, but their friendship was sweet to get to witness. Julie knew Robbie was disappointed to miss out on this weekend, but he was needed at Lemoore and had negotiated for the week of Reuben’s wedding off.

Julie checked the amount of time left in the episode, then the finale, then took a quick break to order room service. If she was going to watch more minor atrocities be committed for the sake of British baking, it was going to be accompanied by hotel-made creme brulee.

----

Julie hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but between the sugar of the dessert and the soothing accents on her screen, she blinked awake in the bright lights of the room. There was something else too…

A moment later, she heard it again, the beeping of the room key reader, as it declined entry. Julie rolled off the bed pulling her sweatshirt over her thumbs and padding over to the door, to check the peephole.

It was nearly covered by brown hair and through the door, Julie could hear Jake muttering, coaching himself through opening the door.

The reader beeped again and Julie waited until she heard weight shift away from the door before opening it slowly.

Jake startled, hands coming out for balance as the hallway moved around him. He was weaving slightly, not enough for monumental concern, and Julie waited for him to gain his bearings and find her.

“Julia,” he grinned broadly, relieved. “I think our door is broken.”

Julie looked down to where he was pressing his credit card against the hotel room door, the reader determinedly showing red as it waited for the room key. “We’ll call the desk in the morning, get them to come check it out.”

“I guess,” Jake frowned, doubtful, then looked back up at her.

Julie held out a hand, opening the door further to pull him back into the room. Jake took her hand as he walked by her, but then he raised her arm over her head.

Julie let him lead her into a twirl, knowing they looked absolutely ridiculous in the hallway. She, barefoot in pajama shorts and a sweatshirt, Jake in a button down, jeans, and the cowboy boots he wore on principle when he was out of uniform. Smiling stupidly, moving gracelessly, but Jake looked pleased when she centered back on him, and so she was okay with it.

“Hey, darlin’,” he said, voice lower closer, proud of himself for the move.

“Sugar,” Julie teased, always amused when Jake’s Texan came out stronger when he was a little out of it.

She closed the door behind them, but Jake didn’t let go of her hand, pulling her back to him, their arms settling around each others’ waists. Jake was still weaving, but in context, it felt almost like dancing. Side to side between feet, stomachs and hips close together, quiet in the bright lights of the room. Julie tilted her head to rest her chin on Jake’s shoulder. He was just taller than her barefooted, and the boots helped a little, as they turned in a slow circle in the entryway.

“We should go line dancing,” Jake said, his voice rumbling through his chest. He was warm, his shoulders heavy and chest broad against her, and he felt soft, relaxed.

“In Chicago?” Julie asked, swaying along with him.

“In Chicago,” Jake scoffed. “Absolutely not.”

“Alright,” Julie agreed, trying not to laugh, “location to be determined at a later date. Want to take your boots off?”

Jake looked down, seemingly surprised to find them still on his feet.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, and dropped his arms immediately.

He moved over to an ottoman in the entryway, sitting widely and leaning down to pull off his boots. Julie stayed near the door, watching him.

For all his arrogance when she’d first met him, this version of him always seemed the closest to real. Honest and bumbling, dutifully following instructions, twirling her because he could, dancing because he wanted to. With his thighs spread and hands tugging at the leather, Julie thought she could see him a century ago, coming home to a ranch in Wyoming, after a cattle drive.

Of course, in that image, she’d have an apron instead of pajama shorts, and a kitchen instead of a nursing degree.

Jake lined his boots up carefully and looked back up at her.

“I smell like a bar,” he announced.

Julie pressed her lips together. “That does track, yes.”

“I’m gonna shower,” he said, nodding determinedly.

“Sounds good,” Julie said. She needed to get ready for bed anyway, so she could keep an eye on him.

“Don’t fall asleep without me, okay?”

Julie looked back at him at his simple request, worry clear on his face.

He was drunk enough that she hadn’t planned on leaving him unattended near a running tap, or pushing for anything other than sleep. But the sweetness in his ask settled over her, and she smiled softly.

She crossed over to him, cupping the side of his face with her hand. When he was on duty, Jake kept himself clean-shaven, but on weekends like this, or ends of weekends like this, he was a bit of a scratchy scruff going, and it was rough against her palm. One of Jake’s hands circled her wrist and he turned his head to press against the inside of it, waiting for her answer.

“Take a shower, Dallas,” she told him. “I’ll wait for you.”

He smiled, a simple thing that turned the corners of his mouth up slightly and he nodded. He pushed himself to his feet, weaving slightly before he regained his balance and started towards the bathroom.

Julie stopped by his suitcase to grab pajama pants and a Longhorns tshirt before following him. Her toiletries were already on the counter and she left Jake’s clothes on the commode. She brushed her teeth, keeping an eye on her boyfriend through the frosted glass of the shower doors, then washed her face. By the time she’d made it to the serum portion of her skincare routine, Jake was simply standing under the shower spray, water running over his body, his rote actions completed.

“How we doing in there?” she asked, and Jake jumped.

“Uh, good,” he said, rolling his shoulders. “Good. Almost done.”

“Take your time,” Julie said reassuringly, leaning back against the countertop as she worked the serum in with a jade roller.

A couple minutes later, the tap turned off, and as Jake pulled the towel off the top of the shower door into the stall with him, Julie let herself out of the bathroom to give him some privacy. She kept the door cracked, of course, so she could hear if anything happened, but moved the creme brulee dishes and tray from the bedside table, clearing the area.

Jake was humming Jingle Bells as he brushed his teeth, a habit he normally kept inaudible, to get him to two minutes. Julie flipped off the overhead lights, leaving on the headboard light on Jake’s side as she turned down the covers. As she slipped under the comforter, she heard Jake opt up for the final “one horse open sleighhhh”.

A minute later, Jake stood silhouette in the bathroom light, pausing as he looked into the room. His hair was obviously towel dried, sticking straight up at the crown of his head, none of his normal styling methods implemented. It was an endearing effect, especially combined with the rumpled pajamas.

“Come over,” Julie said, flipping the edge of the comforter open. Thankfully, her nap earlier hadn’t been deep enough that she now didn’t want to sleep, but she was sure Jake was more tired than he was aware.

Jake flipped off the light and ambled over to the bed, dropping heavily into it.

“No, you come over,” he mumbled, holding open an arm.

Julie smiled to herself, rolling over towards him. “You’re not gonna get that light are you?” she asked.

“What light?”

When she looked up at him, Jake’s brow was wrinkled in confusion, and his eyes were very much closed. Julie lifted herself over him, flipping off the light before tucking herself back into his side.

“There ya go,” Jake said, sounding very pleased with himself for someone who didn’t do anything.

“There you go,” Julie repeated into his chest. Jake’s tshirt was a little damp from the humidity in the bathroom, but she could feel the warmth of him through it, and, relaxed like this, he felt so comfortable.

“Thanks for fixing the broken door,” Jake mumbled, craning his neck to press a kiss to the top of her forehead.

“Of course,” Julie whispered back. “Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah,” Jake said, breaking off in a yawn. “Drank water too, like you said.”

Julie patted his chest consolingly. “Well done, babe.”

“Thank you,” Jake yawned again. “Night, darlin’.”

Julie smiled in the darkness, knowing he couldn’t see. “Goodnight, sugar.”

Her eyes drifted shut as she heard Jake’s breathing even out, the steadiness of his heartbeat like a simple lullaby as sleep washed over them both.

-----

Sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting the room in a gentle warm light, and Julie blinked awake. She lay still for a moment, following the narrow beam of light from between where the two curtains almost met, a ray of sunlight across the bottom of the bed. She could feel Jake’s breath against her neck, uneven enough for her to know he was awake before she turned around to face him.

He let go of her as she rolled over, but his hand returned to her waist when she settled. His thumb stroked lightly underneath the hem of her sweatshirt, brushing a little half moon over her skin. Julie settled onto the pillow, their noses just a breath apart, and she couldn’t help but smile at him.

His green eyes were bright in the morning light, his mussed hair stuck up in an unkempt pattern, and Julie reached up to smooth it down. Jake’s eyes fluttered slightly when her nails met his scalp, and she ran her fingers through his hair to settle it,

“Hey,” Julie whispered.

“Hey,” Jake said back, his voice scratchy, and Julie smiled at the rough texture of it. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” Julie ran her hand down the back of his head, curling around the back of his neck. “I think we need to get better sheets for the apartment.”

Jake smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I knew splurging on the hotel was gonna cost me more than the weekend.”

“You and me both,” Julie sighed, stretching a little. “What about you–-did you sleep okay? How’re you feeling?”

Jake hummed. “Someone reminded me halfway through the night that I should be drinking water. Saved me a hell of a hangover, I think.”

Julie scratched lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. “She sounds like a genius.”

“Definitely that,” Jake agreed. “She also waited up to make sure I got in okay, and that I didn’t drown myself in the shower.”

“She should probably be nominated for sainthood,” Julie prompted, but then she couldn't keep up the charade. “I have a confession.”

“That’s thematic,” Jake said.

“I didn’t wait up for you, not at first. I fell asleep watching Great British Bakeoff, and woke up when the door kept beeping because you were trying to open it with your credit card instead of the room key”

Jake laughed, and Julie lifted herself off his chest to look at him.

God, he was handsome.

Such a classic, silly, word, but it fit him. Fit his charm and his ease, his straight teeth and stubborn chin, and how he’d just woken up and his hair was barely finger-combed, but he still looked like something gorgeous.

He calmed down, face pressed into the pillow across from her, and under her sweatshirt, his fingers stilled.

“Ah, Julia,” he said, his voice somehow still scratchy. “You can’t look at me like that.”

Julie rolled her eyes, pulling her hand away from his hair to press it over her eyes. “Take it up with your pretty face; it’s not my fault.”

She heard him laugh again, quieter this time, and then he pulled her hand away from her face. He didn’t let go of her wrist, circled by his fingers, and the hand on her waist pushed further under her sweatshirt, spreading over the skin there.

“Either way,” Jake said quietly, his eyes intent. “Thank you.”

Julie licked her lips. “For what?”

Jake’s eyes crinkled, but his mouth barely moved into a smile. “You answered when Phoenix called, and we yelled at you like lunatics in the middle of Clark Street. You got out of bed to let me in, and waited up after that, to make sure I was okay.”

Julie sighed, wishing Jake understood those weren’t monumental acts of kindness, as much as they were things people did when they cared. And he knew she cared, but he seemed to forget how much.

“That’s my job, honey,” Julie said softly.

Jake was still for a moment, and the lines around his eyes deepened before he leaned across the pillow to kiss her. Julie smiled at the first brush of his lips over hers, soft and careful, just quick appreciation. After a moment, he went to pull back, but Julie followed him. Jake’s hand tightened on her waist as her body pressed against his, and he kissed her slow and deep, until the world felt like maple syrup around them.

“Always taking care of me,” Jake murmured against her skin. His stubble scraped against her face as he nudged her chin up with his nose, tipping Julie’s head back. She swallowed heavily as he kissed her neck, a slow press of lips and a tease from his tongue before he moved on to a new spot. “I think it’s my turn now.”

“Tor what?” Julie asked, her voice sounding breathless, which Jake seemed to appreciate. He blew out a slow breath, cool air over a spot he’d just licked, and Julie shivered.

“To take care of you,” Jake said against her skin. His lips closed over her and Julie bit back a whine as she felt the pressure of his mouth and the carefulness of his words at her core.

“I told you it’s not like that,” Julie managed to say, carding her hands through his hair. When she pulled lightly, he sucked a little harder and Julie gasped.

Her hand fell from his hair to his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. She wanted his weight, more pressure, more of him, and when he let her lead him, she felt his chuckle through his chest. Jake shifted, obliging, his strong thighs on either side of hers, and the hand at her waistband moved over her stomach and down.

“I know,” Jake said soothingly, his fingers skimming across her hip bone, over her underwear. “But I want to anyway. Will you let me?”

Julie looked up at him, his broad shoulders and his tan skin, bright eyes and morning hair, and shook her head.

“Why’d you have to bring reciprocity into it?” she asked.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “So you’re saying you don’t want me to…” he trailed off as his fingers dipped below the hem of her Calvin Kleins. His hand brushed over smooth skin and dense hair before his broad palm settled warmly over her core. His thumb rubbed lightly over the inside of her thigh, but his palm settled, cupping her.

Julie’s hips canted up of their own volition, wanting more pressure, more friction. Jake didn’t move though, just stayed, waited, eyes laughing, as Julie willed her body to still.

“Need something, darlin’?” Jake teased.

Julie scowled at him. “Why do you have to be so smug about it?”

Jake shrugged lightly, his thumb continuing its maddening pattern inside her thigh. “Why do you have to be so principled about it?”

He rolled his hips slightly, pushing his hand more firmly against her, but still not moving beyond giving her more of his weight.

“Come on, Julia,” Jake whispered. He braced himself on his elbow before leaning down to kiss her, pulling away almost as soon as she rose to meet him. He kissed her jaw, her neck, and she felt his lips curl into a smile over his teeth as he pulled back again. Julie realized she was grinding up against the hand he was insisting on keeping still, and she pulled at his hair to bring him back to her mouth.

Jake inhaled sharply as he kissed her, his lips soft and hungry and Julie loved that she could feel his chest expanding with his breath as he moved over her. He pushed his torso off of her, their noses touching, their lips a breath away, and Jake’s eyes were dark as they traced over her face. His hand lifted, his thumb moving up to brush over her clit, and Julie jolted at the contact.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Jake murmured. He moved his thumb again, and Julie shuddered as he circled over her.

“Jake-–” she started, breaking off as he pulled back.

“Please,” he said, determinedly, and his middle finger traced along her slit. Julie gasped as he dragged his finger through the wetness there, and Jake groaned quietly. “Let me taste you here, Jules.”

How the hell was she supposed to say no to that?

Julie nodded mutely, rewarded by the nearly canine smile that Jake’s mouth curled into.

“Thank you, baby,” Jake breathed, leaning down to kiss her again before pushing himself off of her. He settled back on his thighs, kneeling around hers, and his hands smoothed down her sides before grabbing the waistband of her shorts and underwear.

“Lift,” he commanded quietly, and Julie lifted her hips off the bed so he could pull them off of her. “Good girl.”

Julie pressed her lips together, not even pretending that his praise didn’t affect her. They both knew it did, he loved that it did, and so it worked out pretty great all around.

Jake pressed her back to the bed with a hand over her stomach, fingers splayed and pressure steady. With his other hand, he reached for one of her knees, guiding it down towards the mattress, and Julie’s legs opened. Jake made a sound low in his throat, looking down at the apex of her thighs, and his hand on her stomach drifted down over her thigh to the same spot just above her knee.

“So pretty,” he said quietly, almost to himself, and Julie blushed. It wasn’t like she was bashful at this point in their relationship, but his frank appreciation still felt like it set her skin aflame. Jake slid off the end of the bed, his grip on her legs turning so he could grasp the back of her knees, and he pulled her sharply to the edge of the bed. He knelt then, his face so close to the core of her, and when he blew out a shaky breath, Julie felt it against her.

“Jake, please-–”

“No, baby,” Jake said, his voice quiet and steady. He pressed a slow kiss to one of her thighs, then the other, ignoring the place where she was aching for him. His mouth was soft and warm, his jaw scratchy from his beard, and he rubbed his chin against her thighs like he was getting comfortable. “You almost didn’t let me down here, and now you want to tell me how it goes? I don’t think that’s how it works.”

He was so close, she could practically feel his words against her skin, but he still didn’t touch her, the sweetest torture. Julie’s hips rose and Jake’s grip on her thighs tightened slightly, pressing her deeper into the mattress.

“Say please, angel,” he said quietly, and Julie felt his words past her skin, in her blood, her breath catching.

“Please, Jake,” she breathed, and he made a sound in the back of his throat, like a purr.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, and then he leaned into her.

God, his tongue.

Julie’s head fell back as he licked up her center, tongue flat and broad as he spread her with it. He made that low sound again, like approval and hunger, and he licked her. Slow like he wasn’t in a hurry, like he wanted to savor her, like he knew it would drive her crazy. He pulled back, teasing her with light kisses and Julie’s back bowed away from the bed when his tongue found her clit. He sunk into her, and she parted for him, succumbed, accepted and wanted and needed him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jake whispered against her skin, and Julie looked down at him when he pulled back. He brushed his thumb across his lower lip, “You taste damn good.”

He lowered that hand to her, teasing her opening, and Julie’s eyes fluttered touch at the lightness of that touch. As his mouth returned to her clit, his finger traced through her folds, soothing and searching.

“Jake,” Julie moaned as his mouth laved over her, “you feel so good, please, I need–-”

She broke off as he pressed his finger into her, sitting back on his heels to look at her. His eyes were dark and he lifted his chin, panting, watching her. Julie could see his chest rising as he steadied his breathing, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and, fuck, taste her while he looked down at her.

“I know,” Jake said, voice low. “I always know, don’t I?”

“Yes,” Julie whispered, and it was true. He eased another finger into her, slow and steady, stretching her gently.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Jake said, his accent thickening as he looked over her. “Open up for me.”

Julie shuddered when he moved his wrist, curling his fingers inside her. The stretch of him felt heavenly, grounding, and when his mouth returned to her clit, Julie whimpered.

Jake worshipped her with his mouth, worked her with his fingers, and she heard his breathing grow ragged again as he pleasured her. Pressure built in her core, low and pulsing, driven by the stroke of his fingers and the pull of his tongue and Julie felt her thighs start to tremble.

Jake pulled back, chest heaving, his breath warm against her.

“Fuck, sweetheart, it’s so pretty,” he murmured, his fingers pressing deeper into her and wringing a cry out of Julie. “That’s it, angel, look how well you’re taking me.”

Julie’s hips stuttered at his words, arching up into his hand as he worked her. No matter how far gone she was, Jake could always push her farther with his words, running over her like a caress, like velvet. His fingers brushed against a deep part of her and Julie’s back bowed off the bed as she cried out.

“Shit, Jake,” she moaned, reaching blindly for him. Her hand found his shoulder, and she traced up the curve of his neck, burying her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

Jake groaned when she pulled, and she felt the mattress shift as his hips jerked forward, unintentional. The motion sent a jolt of clarity through Julie’s pleasure-addled brain and she opened her eyes, looking down at the man on his knees between her legs.

“Babe,” she whispered, and Jake hummed, looking up at her. The vibration rocked through Julie, almost as devastating as his eyes, glittering and hungry, while his mouth was buried in her.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” he rumbled against her, and Julie’s thighs clenched at the gravel in his tone. She bit her lip, fighting off the rising waves, holding on to him.

It was good, so fucking good, but she wanted more, needed him closer, needed him with her.

“I want you to come with me, babe,” she said.

Jake grunted, but he didn’t move from between her legs, his tongue tracing over her, sucking hard enough to make Julie’s eyes snap shut as she shuddered.

“Jake,” she moaned, “I want it with you, I want to feel you–-”

Jake increased the pressure of his fingers, thrusting into her and cutting off her words. And Julie knew what he was doing, wanted to see her finish first, the stubborn man, and she’d be more upset about it if it didn’t feel like the best fucking thing.

Unfortunately for him, she was pretty stubborn, too.

She untangled her hand from his hair, reaching down to wrap around his wrist. His hand stilled and he looked up at her through the hair falling in his face; though her body was screaming in frustration, Julie’s heart warmed when his sweet eyes met hers.

“I need you, Jake,” she whispered, a different tactic. “So fucking bad, please.”

Jake shuddered, his shoulders tensing at her words and his hips jutted forward towards the bed.

“Jules, I want you to–-”

The distance he needed to speak was enough for Julie to wiggle out of his grip. She slid back, quickly, up the bed, reaching into the nightstand for a condom and tossing it back down the bed.

“And what I want,” she rolled over onto her stomach, heard Jake groan as she pushed back from the headboard, “is to come on your cock.”

“Jesus, Jules,” Jake muttered, a million things on his voice. She heard the foil tearing and Julie rocked back on her hips, aching, empty.

“Ah, sweetheart, I can see you from here,” Jake groaned. “Dripping for me, aren’t you?”

Julie looked over her shoulder, intending to say something provocative, but her words failed at the sight of him. In the time she’d been at the front of the bed, Jake had peeled off his tshirt and stepped out of his pajama pants. His legs were spread, strong thighs flexing as he rolled the condom over his length. He grunted when he reached the base, his hand pumping over himself once more, thick and hard.

Julie’s mouth actually watered.

“Come on, Lieutenant,” she breathed, swaying her hips. “Let’s have it.”

Jake licked his lips, fisting his cock once more, but he didn’t crawl up the bed. Instead, he walked around the side of it, step slow and cock hanging heavy. When he got up to the headboard, he reached across the bed, hand tracing down the side of Julie’s face before fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled and she turned to him as his mouth sought hers like he was starving. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue, whimpered as he thrust into her mouth. Her body hummed, still desperate from the denied high, and she moaned in relief when she felt Jake shifting to climb onto the bed.

His body was warm, taut with tension, and he let go of his grip on her hair to reach under her sweatshirt to palm her breasts. Julie gasped when his fingers found her nipples, smoothing over her as he groped her, graceless, perfect. They were past finesse, hungry for as much skin as possible, and she pressed backwards into him. Jake released her to pull off her sweatshirt, and guided her back down to the bed with a hand pressed to the small of her back. His body came down on top of her, delicious weight that made Julie want to combust, purr, dissolve into the bedding or into him. She moaned when she felt the outline of his dick against her thighs, and Jake smoothed her hair away from the side of her neck so he could suck on the skin there.

“You ready for me, angel?” he whispered into her neck and Julie whimpered, nodding quickly.

She needed him, could feel how desperately empty she was without him, and when he pressed his head against her center, Julie thought she might sob in relief.

He eased his cock into her.

It was impossibly slow, deep and inescapable, and Julie’s mouth hung open as Jake kept pushing. Refusing a rhythm, or friction beyond entrance, stretching and filling her and Julie didn’t realize he thighs were shaking until Jake pushed himself onto his elbows, reaching down with a wide hand to smooth over her legs, whispering as he pushed in.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he kissed her hair, the back of her neck, her shoulder. “Look at you, taking all of me, like this.”

“Jake,” Julie whispered, almost sobbed, heat coiling through her body. He was everywhere, over and around and in her, steady and strong and so fucking big and rocking home.

“I'm right here, sweetheart,” he whispered, jaw clenched tight as he waited for her body to adjust to him. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby, you feel perfect.”

Julie reveled in his touch, in his words, warm and dirty and perfect. She wanted more. She shifted her hips and Jake cursed as she moved, before his hands snaked down to grip her waist. He rolled his hips and he pressed deeper into her, pulling back before stroking into her, and pleasure threaded through both of them. Jake’s breath strained as he fucked into her, pulling her hips into him and driving impossibly deep.

He groaned her name, and Julie’s core clenched; this was what she’d wanted what she’d chased. Needed him this close, wanting her this bad, driving into her. She felt unmoored, starved, her fingers digging into the comforter as she pushed back to meet him, hips moving to the rhythm he set.

“Baby,” Jake choked, “you can’t...you feel...wait--”

He reached down for her hair again, pulling, and Julie pushed herself off the bed. He lifted her against his chest, sitting back on his thighs, thrusting up into her as he reached between her legs.

Julie cried when he brushed over her clit, his forearm banding across her chest, forging their bodies together like he was just as desperate for this closeness. He rutted up into her, rubbing and pressing and as Julie felt herself going boneless, Jake growled.

“So that’s what you needed, angel, huh?” he ground into her, holding her at the highest point, breath hot against her shoulder, “to get this cock so deep your body forgets how to do anything but take it?”

Julie writhed in his lap, his words and his body driving her higher and the room swam. She was melting, tightening, desire pulsing through her and he kept on.

“Fuck,” Julie cried, her head falling back over his shoulder. “Jake, babe, please, I’m so close…”

“I know, sweetheart,” Jake ground, kissing her neck. His tongue laved over her skin as he rocked the bed with his thrusts. “Give it to me, come on now.”

Julie moaned and Jake bit down lightly at her pulse point and she shattered. Her vision blurred as she shivered, trembling at the force of pleasure he wrung out of her. She felt tears leaking from the corners of her eyes from the force of it, beautiful and relentless and the hot pulses of it wracked her as she lay back on Jake’s chest.

“That’s it,” Jake breathed. “It’s so good, you’re so good, fuck, baby-–”

Jake’s thrusts sped up, his thighs slapping against hers as he chased his own release. He pumped into her frantically, still working a finger over her to coax her through her orgasm and Julie felt him jerk when she whimpered his name. He came with a shout as he thrust into her, choking on his breath and Julie felt him pulsing as he came hard. Her core was throbbing, aching and satisfied but she curled her hips, milking him, and Jake moaned as she pulled out his orgasm. His chest heaved under her, and they stayed locked together, trembling, working out their pleasure in each others’ bodies.

Julie came out of it first, slowly becoming aware of Jake’s hands smoothing over her thighs and around to the curve of her ass, soothing himself and her. She rolled her head off his shoulder, craning around to kiss his cheek.

“Well done, Dallas,” she whispered, and he chuckled warmly, nestling into the curve of her neck.

“Have I told you lately how perfect you are?” he mumbled into her neck.

Julie smiled softly; it did feel pretty perfect. “Not today,” she told him. “But I forgive you.”

Jake snorted, leaning back so they could stretch across the bed. Julie rolled over to face him fully, and Jake fixed her hair so she wasn’t lying on it, and then sighed as he relaxed into a pillow.

“Julia Floyd,” he said somberly, eyes closed and lips curled up into the most endearing smile. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Julie leaned across the pillow to kiss him. He caught his breath and she felt his thumb graze over her cheekbone before she pulled back.

Jake grinned, a smile like sunlight as his eyes crinkled. His hand curled up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, and he sighed, something deep and happy, a sound Julie wished she could always hear with him.

“Love you,” she whispered.

Jake smiled. “Love you more,” he said back.

It was a perpetual disagreement, but when he pushed out of bed to fetch her a warm washcloth and order room service of espresso and chocolate croissants, Julie found herself hoping that that was a disagreement they’d have for decades to come.

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pogueszn · 3 years ago

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summary: Trying to help him change was like watering a plastic plant

word count: 4.6K

pairing: Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader

warnings: canon Rafe things, ANGST, toxic relationships, mentions/implied/ drug use, manipulation, infidelity

a/n: i debated on posting this but i’m proud of my characterization of a mostly canon (with a smidge of fanon) Rafe and i’ve had friends of mine encourage me to post it. I don’t condone any of the events that happen in this story and if any of the tagged warnings effect you please do not read it.

Y/N AND RAFE WERE YOUNG WHEN they started this relationship.

Y/n was still on the edge of fifteen when Rafe kissed her for the first time. She could close her eyes and see it like it happened yesterday.

Y/n had always been shy, Rafe, on the other hand, was not and he ended up dragging her to a party at one of his teammate’s houses. She tried not to but she clung to him like the heat on a summer’s day. And somehow halfway through the night, the teens started a cliche game of truth or dare. Kelce dared Rafe to kiss the hottest girl in the room. And he kissed her.

Things hadn’t always been so complicated. They used to be better, kinder. Rafe was never so mean to her, she used to not be so naive. They used to talk about their differences instead of offering up a victory to the one who could scream the loudest. They used to genuinely love each other.

She hadn’t noticed when her Rafe slipped away, the change had been so subtle she hadn’t even realized he was slipping through her fingers until it was too late. He hadn’t always been so cruel, had he? Her head was pounding, questions swirling around her mind as Rafe slept soundly on her. His face squished into her chest as snores leak from his mouth and settle in her shirt. She runs a finger down his nose and over his cheekbones.

“When did things get so hard, huh?”

Topper’s house was flooded with people. Y/n hadn’t even wanted to be at this party. She would have much rather stay at home, under her covers with her boyfriend. But if there was a chance to get wasted, Rafe would be there.

He had left her in the kitchen over forty minutes ago. She fiddled with her half-empty cup before checking her watch. It was getting late, she had work in the morning. She threw the rest of her drink in the sink before she started pushing her way through the crowd. She had bumped into over a handful of people before she noticed Topper.

“Hey! Topper!” she shouted over the loud music, “have you seen Rafe?”

Topper chugged the rest of his drink before pointing to the patio,

“He’s out there! He’s a fucking beast! He just snorted like four lines and downed a beer in like twelve seconds!”

Her heart dropped.

He told her he stopped. That he was clean and he would continue to be, because “she was the only drug he needed.” When she found him he was red in the face, his pupils so wide his eyes were black. Rafe always scared her when she was high. As of recent, Y/n felt like she didn’t know who Rafe was but some days she’d look him in the eyes and know exactly who he was and wonder how she thought she didn’t. But when he was high, it was like she was looking at a completely different person. His eyes were empty and dark. It sent a chill up her spine.

“Baby! Where have you been?”

He closed the distance between, his clammy hands pulling at her waist, pressing sloppy kisses on her neck. Her hands come to his chest, pushing him away from her. He stumbled back, looking at her in confusion.

“You told me you stopped, Rafe,”

He let out a breath that sounded like a scoff as he avoids her eyes.

“Who told you that? Was it Top? Because he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about-”

“It doesn’t matter who told me, Rafe! The shit is still on your nose!”

Rafe rubs the powder off of his nose, clearing his throat.

“I’m just having some fun, Y/n. it’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not a big deal?”

“No! It’s not! I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, okay? I’m just trying - I’m just trying to have some fun, alright, I thought I had a girlfriend not a fucking therapist!”

The people on the patio were trying to pretend they weren’t listening, their eyes shifted back and forth as they awkwardly try to find something else to focus on. She doesn’t even really know why she was crying but Rafe was always making her cry.

“What, Y/n? What? Why are you crying?”

Y/n shook her head at him and raised her hand before turning on her heel and walking out. Rafe was quick to try and chase after her, but his heart was pounding. He’d be peaking soon. This was a waste.

He gave up looking for her in the crowd and tried to make it out of the door. She was halfway to her car by the time Rafe made it out front.

“Where are you going?”

“Home,” she said, “I’m going home, Rafe. I’m not doing this.”

“Oh, that’s rich!” he exclaimed, “you’re supposed to be my girlfriend, Y/n! I’m trying to spend time with you and you just want to leave-”

“Are you forgetting the fact that you were the one who ditched me?”

“So you’re just gonna leave me? I thought you loved me?”

Y/n slammed her hand on the top of her car, turning over her shoulder to face him,

“Don’t Rafe.”

“If you - if you loved me, you would stay.”

She sniffled, the sound tied a knot in Rafe’s stomach. He knows she loves him, she’s probably the only one who loves him.

“I’m so tired, Rafe. I really wanna go home.”

“Can I come with you? Please?”

The silence is suffocating. A cold sweat cover’s Rafe’s body. Maybe it was just the lines from before or maybe he was worried she would tell him no, and get in her car and drive away from him.

“Get in.”

RAFE HIT HIS PEAK ON THE RIDE HOME. Y/n had seen him high a handful of times before but it still made her sick to her stomach. She helped him into the house and let him get comfortable in her bed. He mumbled an ‘I’m sorry,’ into her chest as he fell asleep. Y/n struggled to fall asleep but when she did, she stayed asleep for the rest of the night. Dreaming of a time where the lines weren’t so blurred and when Rafe wasn’t so into drugs. When she knew what she was doing and what she wanted to do.

The sun had just started to peek over the horizon, pink and orange hues slipping in through Y/n’s curtains. Y/n felt movement under her head, she stirred before rubbing her eyes and shifting to lean on an elbow.

“Sorry, baby,” Rafe muttered.

“Are you leaving?”

Rafe made quick work of collecting his belongings and throwing on his clothes.

“Yeah, uh, Topper wants to go golfing.”

Rafe doesn’t give her time to question him before he places a kiss on her forehead, his large hand cradling the back of her head. He kisses her once, twice, three times on the mouth before he bids her one last goodbye. Y/n glances at the clock on the nightstand. 6:53. She still had time before she had to be up for work so she replaced Rafe’s body with his pillow and drifted back to sleep.

When Y/n didn’t hear from Rafe for the rest of the day, she thought it was a bit unusual. But she didn’t dwell on it. Rafe was always a late texter, taking several hours to respond to a message if he even responded at all. Maybe he spent the day with Topper and Kelce, maybe ended up going to a kegger in The Cut and causing some ruckus, or got too drunk at Topper’s and forgot to let her know. Long story short, she wasn’t that worried.

On the second day with no contact, Y/n started to become unsettled. She had tried texting him, calling him, had even stopped by the Cameron household to see if he was there and just avoiding her but she came back empty-handed.

The third day, her stomach had been in knots all night. Kelce and Topper claimed they hadn’t seen him, she couldn’t tell if they were lying, but they were of no help either way. Sarah was too busy with John B. Routledge to care about her brother going MIA, Wheezie hadn’t heard from him, and going to Ward would be the last resort. She would hold off talking to Mr. Cameron as long as she could. But if she didn’t hear from him by Thursday she would have to.

Y/n had barely slept a wink since Monday night, the only thing in her stomach was a sad protein bar and the large amount of coffee she had been drinking to keep herself moving. It was late, going on one o’clock. She had called Rafe again, for what seemed like the millionth time to no avail. At this point, she was expecting the sound of his voicemail, but what else could she do? She had no idea where he could be, his friends didn’t know where he was. What else was she supposed to do? Fear fell over her like a heated blanket on a hot day. She breathed in deeply through her nose before letting it fall out of her mouth in a shitty attempt to calm herself. Her fingers trembled around her nightshirt, the fabric creasing in her fist. Tears burned behind her eyelids - what was she supposed to do? Should she have already told his father? Was she being stupid for not telling anyone that Rafe was seemingly missing? What if he was hurt or something and she was just sitting on this information? What if-

Her mind stopped whirling at the sound of her door opening. And in sauntered the devil himself. Rafe slinked into her room, closing the door softly behind him.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

His clothes were dirty, a stubble forming on his face. His eyes were ringed with dark circles, his face looked slimmer since the last time she saw him. And that was only three days ago.

“Before you-”

“No! There is no ‘before you start’,” she tried her best to keep her voice as quiet as possible, very aware that her parents were asleep just down the hall, “you vanished. For three days, Rafe. I had no idea where you were, or if you were okay! I was worried sick about you!”

He nods,

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he said, crossing the room and reaching out for her, “I missed you so much, come here,”

She was angry - god she was so angry, but she had been so scared. So scared that something had happened to him, that someone might have hurt him, that she let him pull her into his chest. She let him wrap his arms around her shoulders, leaving a kiss on her head as one of his hands rubbed her back. She savored the safety she felt in his arms, letting her head rest against his sternum. He pulls away much sooner than Y/n wanted, his large hands resting on her shoulders,

“Listen, Y/n/n,” he sighs, “I’m in some real big trouble.”

Y/n stomach drops, her hands still resting on Rafe’s waist.

“What kind of trouble?”

Rafe breathes in deep, his fingers swiping at Y/n’s shoulders as he thinks of what to say.

“I - um...I owe Barry like a lot of money-”

She slips from his grasp, scoffing as she goes to sit on the edge of her bed again,

“So that’s where you’ve been?” she questions, “at Barry’s?”

He doesn’t answer, doesn’t nod. Just runs a hand down his sunken face as he glances back down at his feet.

“How much money do you owe him, Rafe?”

He was silent, twiddling his thumbs as he leaned on her desk. She asks him again, this time getting a response.

“Five thousand.”

“Jesus, Rafe!”

He pushes off of the desk,

“I know, I know, alright, I-I’m in some trouble and I need your help.”

She furrows her brows at him, her whole body twisting in confusion.

“And how do you expect me to help?”

She knows what he wants. It was obvious but she wanted him to ask. It was the least he could do if he wanted the money. The hard-earned money she had been saving since she was sixteen and got her first job. Her parents always had money and would throw a few hundred dollars at her if she ever needed it but this was her money. She made it by herself, earned it. It had been untouched for three years.

“I’ll pay you back, I swear, Y/n. On my life, I’ll pay you back.”

Y/n puts her head in her hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You know...you know how much I care about you. And - and if you came to me for help, I would do it. I would do anything for you.”

She looks up at him. He breaks her heart. He really does. He breaks her heart every day, whether he realizes it or not. He breaks her heart like a hobby and she lets him.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t help me.”

She lets out a shaky breath, biting her lips as she weighed her options. She closes her eyes, gulping.

“Y/n, please.”

“If I give this money to you,” she starts, “do you promise me this is the last time?”

“Yeah,” he says softly, avoiding her eyes, “yeah. I promise.”

“No, Rafe,” she replies, “I want you to look me in my eyes and promise me that this won’t happen again. No more drugs, no more Barry, no more disappearing, no more.”

He swallows thickly before he nods,

“I promise.”

She walks wordlessly to her desk, grabbing her checkbook and a spare pen. He wraps his arms around her waist, pressing rushed kisses on her neck and any other place he could get.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he rambles in between wet kisses, “I love you so much, thank you.”

She rips the check out. She slides the paper into his awaiting hand, half of her savings, and her pride a two in one deal.

IT HAD BEEN TWO WEEKS since Y/n lent Rafe the five grand. He had left again that night, cashed the check, and paid Barry the money he owed. Things were calming down between the two of them, and even though it was hard for Y/n to sacrifice half of her funds she would do it if it meant Rafe would be safe. And clean. Y/n spent her time with the seemingly sober Rafe, ready to commit to working on their relationship and getting back to who they were before.

But as of two days ago, Rafe had started to act differently. He was abrasive and secretive, keeping his phone on him at all times. Y/n wasn’t the type to go through his phone or look through the people he followed on Instagram. Y/n wasn’t the type to invade a person’s privacy but there was a sinking feeling in her gut. Was he using again? It ran so much deeper than Y/n distrusting him. This was fear that Rafe was getting himself in trouble again, digging himself into a hole that no one could get him out of. So she waited for him to take a shower. He had left his phone on the charger - an unusual thing for him to do as of recent. Maybe it had slipped his mind but Y/n took it as a sign.

Guilt bubbled in his stomach as she typed in his password. She takes a moment to look at his home screen, a picture of the both of them at midsummer’s last year, her back pressed against his front as his large hand rested on her waist. She smiles.

She clicks on his phone log first, scrolling through while she kept an ear out just in case the water stopped. There was nothing out of the normal, Kelce, Topper, Y/n/n, Y/n/n, Topper, a few randomly placed Dad’s or Wheezie’s, and a couple of calls to Dominoes. She let out a sigh of relief, her eyes slipping shut. Now she just had to check his texts. They didn’t differ too much from his call log besides the group chat with the boys and the sad ‘K’ he got from Sarah. She was just about to close his phone and go back to what she was doing - or maybe even slip into the shower with him - until she saw something that stuck out to her.

Dominoes

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What the fuck?

She clicks on it before being anxious was even a thought in her mind. She didn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t another girl’s nude pictures.

There was a ringing in her ears that drown out everything but the sound of her breathing. Although every bone in her body is screaming at her not to, she scrolls up. She’s sick to her stomach, she imagines her face is turning green as she continues reading through the text. Countless nude pictures had been exchanged between the both of them, raunchy paragraphs scattered in between. Y/n had decided she had seen enough after watching a small portion of a video Rafe had sent. Her hands shook with an emotion she could place. Somewhere between anger, disgust, and sorrow. She doesn’t bother closing his phone as she stomps into the bathroom, taking his phone with her. The bathroom was steamy and hot, Rafe’s silhouette outlined in the foggy glass. She rips the door open, angry tears clouding up her vision.

“Yo! What the fuck!” he shouts, wiping water from his lashes.

“Who the fuck is Dominoes?”

He gawks at her, confused,

“What - what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t play coy, Rafe! Who’s the girl you’ve been sending pictures of your dick to?”

“What?”

She groans loudly at him, she shoves the phone into his wet chest, not caring if any water got on his thousand-dollar phone.

“God, I can’t even look at you right now,” she says, “what the fuck, Rafe?!”

He’s trying to sputter out a response, anxious hands struggling to turn the water off.

“Y/n- just - just wait a second!” he shouts, nearly slipping on the tile as he grabs his boxers and pulls them on.

“Wait for what, Rafe?” she turns on her heel to look at him, hot tears are slipping down his cheeks, “for you to give me some bullshit excuse to get out of the fact that you’re cheating on me!?”

“I’m not cheating on you!”

“Rafe, what the fuck? You’re getting nudes from someone who isn’t me - you’re sending nudes to someone who isn’t me. You’re sexting someone who isn’t fucking me! That’s fucking cheating!”

His face was beet red, whether from the hot shower he was taking or the fact that he had been caught in a lie. Water is dripping onto her carpet as he raises his hands animatedly.

“I’m not cheating on you, okay? I never fucked her!”

“Oh! That’s grand, Rafe! You’re not cheating because you didn’t sleep with her! So what is the shit in your messages then huh? Book club?”

His cheeks puff out, breathing heavily as his eyebrows furrow, his fist clench at his sides.

“Well, maybe…” he begins, “if you put out more I wouldn’t have to talk to her.”

There were tears still streaking down her puffy cheeks but in one blink, her eyes dry. Her head twitches to the side,

“Are you serious?”

The switch in her tone was enough for Rafe to realize that he shouldn’t have said what he did. He licks his lips nervously, he goes to speak - to try and start damage control but she cuts him off, taking one step closer to him.

“If I put out more? I’m sorry, but I’ve been busy working extra shifts to get the five grand back in my bank account that I had to use to pay off your debt.”

He winces,

“I told you… that I was going to pay you back.”

“Oh, yeah because you’ve proved to be so reliable!” she exclaims, motioning to the phone that was abandoned on the bathroom sink.

“Don’t, Y/n. Don’t say that.”

He steps closer to her, his damp hands resting on the crook of her neck. He tries to lean his forehead against hers but she struggles against him.

“Get off of me,” she says softly.

“Y/n/n, please-”

“No! Don’t touch me!”

She pushes him away from her with such force it sends him stumbling.

“I think you should leave.”

Rafe gasps, he reaches for her again but she slinks away from his grasp.

“Please, please don’t make me leave.”

“Rafe, you need to go.”

“I don’t want to - Y/n/n, please don’t-”

“Rafe, go!”

Her voice cracks as she yells at him. She feels her heart clench as he flinches. It was Rafe’s turn to cry now. He wipes his nose, looking at his feet. He nods. He returns to the bathroom to grab his things. He’s shrugging on his shirt when comes back out, watery eyes looking at her, begging her.

“You know that I love you, right?”

She says nothing.

“Y/n,” he calls.

“Please, just go.”

He runs a hand down his face before he shuffles to her door.

Y/N HAD BEEN WORKING MORE often the past few days to keep her mind off of what happened. It wasn’t much use though. No matter what she was doing Rafe always managed to slither his way into her thoughts. The texts between him and the girl - whose name was Monica, she had learned - seemed to be burned into her eyelids, every time she closed her eyes she saw the pictures, the things Rafe said to her.

Missing Rafe came in waves. She could go for a few hours without thinking of what happened before everything came back to her. Missing him came in waves, waves that turned into riptides once the sun went down.

Y/n works the closing shift on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She had been on her feet all day, the new non-slip shoes she bought had been digging into her skin for hours, her head was aching. She made sure to flip off all the lights, making sure things weren’t too bad for the opener tonight, and slipped out the front door. The moon was high, its light dancing over the slightly choppy waters, the only sound was the cicadas humming back and forth to each other. She stuck the key into the lock and twisting it. She groans when the key gets stuck. She was still fumbling with the key when she hears someone call her name.

His truck is unmistakable, she had been there when he picked it out, she could find that car in a jam-packed parking lot.

“Y/n, please, can we talk?”

She hadn’t heard his voice in three days. It was like hearing a song you had stuck in your head for hours. A weight lifted off of her shoulders while a knot tied itself in her stomach. She chews on her lip as she weighs her options.

“Please, baby, just hear me out...please. I can give you a ride home.”

The lie Y/n told herself was that the only reason she had gotten in the car was that her feet hurt and didn’t feel like walking the two blocks back to her house. Especially this late at night. But she knew the truth. Rafe’s face lit up when she pulled herself into the truck, he tried to keep the smile off of his face but she could still see it. Even without the light turned on. His smiles were rare nowadays and Y/n always cherished them when she could.

Rafe pulled into her long driveway, putting his truck in park and letting out a sigh. He fiddles with the bottom of his shorts. He’s trying to think of what to say but nothing he comes up with was good enough. Y/n, tired of the uncomfortable silence, speaks first.

“Why’d you do it?”

He shrugs from the driver’s seat, his eyes glued to his pants.

“Really? That’s it?” she questioned, “that’s all you got for me? Not even an ‘I’m sorry’?”

He looks over at her, his cerulean eyes filled with sorrow - or something that looks like sorrow.

“I am sorry.”

She scoffs,

“Sorry you did it or sorry you got caught?”

“I dunno,” he replies, “both I guess.”

Another wave of silence covers them. Neither of them knows what to say. Rafe had never meant for this to happen, he never meant to hurt her. But these things just happened, he had no control over it.

“If...I could go back in time and not do what I did, I would.”

Y/n glances at him from the corner of her eye. She lets him continue.

“I shouldn’t have done it - but- but things weren’t the same since you gave me the cash and I just needed someone.”

“You should’ve just talked to me. That’s how relationships work, Rafe. Communication.”

He nods, still unable to hold eye contact for longer than a few seconds.

“I know, I know.”

His hand wanders over the center console, taking her small hand in his own. Her hand is limp in his grasp but she lets him hold it, he takes it as a sign, pulling it up to his mouth and leaving soft kisses over her knuckles.

“I’ll be better. I’ll block her - on like, everything if that’s what you want. I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you want me to, baby, I swear.”

Y/n stays silent in her seat, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“Please, Y/n, just give me another chance. I don’t know what to do without you. Just give me one more shot.”

Y/n lets out a shaky breath, tears burn in the back of her eyes. She looks at him. His eyes are full of hope, almost like he’s certain she’ll take him back. He opens her hand, placing it on his cheek and leaning into her palm.

She feels nauseous almost, her toes curl in her shoes. She licks her lips and then she nods.

He mimics her,

“Yes? Is that a yes?”

She nods again.

His smile is blinding. He nearly pulls her into his lap, her stomach is smushed into the middle compartment. He’s pressing kisses on any surface of her skin he can get to. Her neck, her head, her cheeks.

“Thank you, thank you, I love you so much. You’re so good - it’ll never happen again, I’m gonna be better for you I swear -”

Rafe continues to ramble in between his kisses. Y/n is still, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She lets him smother her in kisses, her fingers grazing over his back absentmindedly. She closes her eyes tightly when her mind starts to race. She knows what’s to come, she’s seen this film a thousand times before. Her body is tense in his grip but her heart is full with her love for him. Her brain is furious, screaming at her but she tries to shut it out. She breathes in deep, his cologne filling her senses. She presses her nose into his shoulder. Somewhere deep down, she knows he is incapable of change. Trying to help him change was like watering a plastic plant. She presses a soft kiss to his shoulder and once again succumbs to her love for Rafe Cameron.

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HAIKYUU!! FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

MHA one is up!!

ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!

KageHina

plain as day - emleewrites

In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.

In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

Chaotic Neutral - akaraka

Who's this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?

1: Anonymous: see title

2: Anonymous: curry king

3: Anonymous >> 1: It's the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?

4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou's boyfriend 2) See above

jellyfish - mysterytwin

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

TsukkiYama

Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta

A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.

No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”

Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

IwaOi

Terrarium - sausaged

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn

Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

KuroKen

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo's strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

Accidentally In Love - todxrxki

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. "Well, if it's so unbelievable, why don't we give it a try?"

Kenma glances up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Let's do the 36 questions to fall in love," Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. "If we don't fall in love, then you're right, it's bullshit. But if we do somehow..." Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. "Then I win." / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony

TW: major character death

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

teach me the way home - icespyders

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

in this universe - crossbelladonna

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he's living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he'd watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

Beginning’s End - todxrxki

Somehow over the course of Kenma's lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma's third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.

All I Want for Christmas is You - todxrxki

“Kuro,” he says. “You’re a single guy.”

“Yeah, great, thanks for pointing that out.”

“And my parents already know you, plus they already know you like guys or whatever so… what if you pretended to be my date for Christmas dinner?” / In which Kenma recruits his housemate and best friend Kuroo to be his fake date for Christmas.

BokuAka

just to miss the sun - rosevtea

Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

bitter - silvercistern

He accepted his classmate's chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she'd acknowledged that Valentine's Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

In Another Life - LittleLuxray

TW: major character death

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

120% yes - pissedofsandwich

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Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.

But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

SakuAtsu

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara (syailendra)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

A Liar’s Truth - internetpistol

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

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Prompts!!! 34 and 35!!! You know my happy ass is gonna sign up for some Ethan x reader. Just comin home from a work event and then hes awake and all sorts of complicated feelings seeing them with worn in hair, smudged makeup from the rain, kicking off shoes. Ahhh soo good!

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Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Reader (she/her)

Requested: Yes (by @bethanysnow)

Summary: Ethan spots the reader flirting with someone else and reminds her who she belongs to.

Warnings: Smut in the first part. Mentions of break-up, suicide and death in the second.

A/N: Hey, guys! As you can probably guess by what’s written here, the last few days have been very hard. This fic (despite not being multi-chapter) is split in two parts. The first part ends with the brown thorn divider (a.k.a. it continues under the cut to the divider which you’ll notice, I’m sure). The second part, I’d like to dedicate to a person, that I know is highly unlikely to read this (who are we kidding they have probably forgotten about my existence at this point), but to them in case they see this; I forgive you, even if you didn’t keep it safe. All the love, Axe <3 P.S. I’d love to hear your feedback and see who dared reach under the thorns. :). Please, remember suicide isn’t the answer.

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There was a playful flare in the way she moved. Her dress - tight and velvet, sat gently upon her skin. A single pearl earring dangled from her right ear. Another record.

Y/N swayed in the middle of the dance floor, body pressed into a tall, young bloke with golden ringlets. It was lewd.

Her dim lizard-tinted gaze met his cerulean eyes. They looked good.

He kept drinking the beer and wine.

***

Rain slowly leaked through the little gaps in the ceilings of the small abandoned houses that stood, neatly ordered like toy soldiers along the Welsh Streets of Liverpool. It’s cold fingertips traced his arms over the satin shirt; people’s screams fading in the background.

Her hand, clad in silver rings, slid over the canvas fabric of his calla lily-tuft coloured pants.

- That guy ruffled your feathers, didn’t he? - Voice mimicked the soft gurgling of the cloudburst. He swallowed. Pupils stuck to the car window where raindrops chased to their second death.

- It looked like you were ready to fuck him. - Spite stitched deep within his unhappy grunt.

- But I didn’t, did I? - The response was breathy and erotic. Her digits reached the seam of his trousers. He gasped, turning his head to the side. Bursts of green from traffic lights caught his attention. The rest of the car ride was silent as he read billboards over and over again.

***

The wrinkled toxic sticks had a slow creeping smell. Within moments the chemicals invaded everything around them, from a sickly yellow film over their skin to the air in their lungs. He tapped the butt on the ashtray, bringing the glass bottle up to his lips.

- It didn’t mean anything. - She left her own cigarette next to his, resting back in her chair.

- I hope it didn’t. - Ethan took a single step closer to her, hot breath fanning over tattooed collar bone. - But it seems to me you forgot who you belong to for a while there… - Rough fingertips outlined the path of his soft pants. - Didn’t you, puppy? - He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear; uttering the last word in a raspy growl.

- How dare you make me horny at 2 AM? - She did her best to ignore the ache between her legs, standing up and walking back inside. A cotton round, soaked in micellar water traced over her face, removing the small amounts of make-up smeared upon her skin.

- Oh, honey… - His shirt, now on the floor. - It’s not my fault you get aroused easily, is it?

- I doubt that. - His muscular figure joined her reflection, arms wrapped around her waist. Digits toyed with the plunged neckline, as Y/N gulped from the feeling of his icy pulps.

- Do you… - He unzipped the gown. Tone, mocking. - doll? - A gasp left her mouth as his hand slipped right above the band of her lingerie, barely making any effort to reach where she needed him most; his fingers climbing up to her bare chest, pinching a nipple, coaxing a shaky exhale. Her head thrown back, resting on his naked shoulder; lower lip clutched between her teeth; eyes closed shut. - C’mon now, lovie, why deprive yourself of looking at how pretty you are, hm? - His hands touched her chin, re-directing her stare to the lit-up mirror. There was still silver glitter left on her eyelids, mouth slightly open. - Do you see how beautiful you are? - Another shaky breath ripped through her as Ethan concentrated on the right bud, paying close attention to the sparkly jewellery that went through it, carefully rubbing circles around it. - Can you tell me how gorgeous you are, baby? Hm? - His bandaged thumb slowly traced the sword inked on her sternum.

- I am… - The gentle flutter of his digits over the wet spot of her underwear, interrupted her sentence; thoughts wandering away from the sentence she had to utter out.

- Y/N… - He planted a butterfly-light kiss on her neck. - Will you tell me how hot you are so that I can get on with fucking you?

- I am beautiful. - The man groaned approvingly next to her ear, a single pointer finger slipped in her panties, quickly finding her clit. He gently pressed on the swollen knot of nerves, before slowly drawing loops around it.

- You are, puppy. - Ethan rasped calmly, yet something animalistic hidden deep within his pitch. - Especially now… - Rose-tinted blush leaked on her skin; making her look like a Renaissance painting, the thin layer of sweat that glistened on his own arms, made him look like a Greek statue, made by the finest of marble.

- E… - Another low groan tore through her words. - Ethan… - Breaths, heavy; tears of desperation blurring the reflection. - Please… - It almost felt too much, the proximity between them, the magnetic pull.

- Please what, puppy, huh? - Another digit added brushing through her slit.

- Can you… - A pathetic whisper replaced her usual speaking voice, as a single finger stretched her open.

- What, slut? - The drummer swiftly took his hand out of her lingerie, a whine; consequence of the loss. - Use your fucking words. - He groaned by her collar bone. His teeth sunk in her flesh.

- Fuck me. - The high-pitched squeal ripped through her, making the man tighten his hold on her waist, pushing her to lay down on the white table.

- Awe, does my little whore want me to pound her? - He traced her spine, the delicate petals that decorated her back, now covered in goosebumps. - I guess I will do just that then. - Breath fanning over her neck. Suddenly his warmth was lost; he bent down, looking for something in the drawer. The all too familiar ripping of a plastic wrapper, making her even more excited. - Are you sure? - Slight hesitation apparent in his timbre as he moved the delicate lace aside.

- Yes, yes I am. - Y/N stared at his replication with her lips falling open to let out silent gasps. He gently traced her pussy, slowly sliding in. His auburn gaze; now midnight sky with no stars; lifted up, observing her expression.

- Are you ok? - Ethan gently rubbed her clit, waiting for approval to continue.

- Mhm… - Knuckles turned ivory as she held onto the edge of the vanity for dear life.

- Do you want me to stop? - Both his hands tenderly stroked her lower back. - Because if you are in pain or uncomfortable, I will h…

- Babe, I’m fine. I promise. - She looked back at him in the mirror, seeing him relax. His fingertips found their spots on her thighs; something dark clouding his expression once again. This time he slammed in, sinking deep in her cunt; an inhuman sound leaving her lips. Starting off slowly, he thrusted up, making the woman cry out in pleasure.

- Keep your eyes open, you whore. - Y/N showed him her verdant irises, a new level of twilight creeping upon him. - Who does this pussy belong to? - His tone, ripped through the air like thunder, as he picked up his pace, repeatedly hitting her G-spot. The knot in her stomach only getting tighter.

- Y-You… - Sweat glistened on her back, the drummer getting a hold of her hair, clutching it tight in a ponytail only pounding deeper in her tight pussy. - I…

- I know, baby, I know. - The last few thrusts were final for her, a loud moan leaving her mouth. A few more strokes and Ethan let go as well holding himself up, by his hands, clutched around the shiny surface. - Carefully, he pulled out, resulting in a slight wince from the panting girl. - Are you hurt, lovie? - The drummer tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, examining her as if she was a precious porcelain doll.

- No, no I’m fine. - She nodded at him, carefully stepping back to her feet. His arms secured themselves around her naked figure.

She slowly pushed him away sitting down on the bed. - We need to talk.

- We do? - Worry replaced the lust. Fear. Toccata and Fugue.

- Look, Ethan. I’m sorry. I know I’ve been distant lately and I really do apologise, because you deserve the world. - She fiddled with the sheets and the peevish waves of devastation ripped through the man. It felt like death creeping upon him, choking the breath from his body and short circuiting his mind.

- Are you breaking up with me? - His expression stayed still; a small chuckle followed. - Right after we had sex?

- I- You are the most genuine person I’ve ever met. And, I’m sorry I can’t reciprocate what you’ve put in this relationship, but I really did mean it when I said I’d be by your side forever. Just, I don’t think I can do it romantically. - What was once whole, now shattered; tranquillity turned into a void, the rug pulled from right under the drummer’s feet.

- No, it’s okay. I understand. - He didn’t. He didn’t fucking get where he went wrong. Love notes. Poetry. Once Y/N told him she found herself at ease while looking at the slope of his handwriting. He thought about her day and night, to the point where she was infused with him. Mentally he cruised through London, knowing this was yet another thing he loved that will slip through his fingers and fly away with her. With each passing second he took another step away, hoping to find something in her eyes; a sign of caring, affection, of love.

- It’s not. I’m a complete fucking asshole. - Stop pitying yourself. You are the one breaking up with me. All she brought was an averted gaze and awkward fiddling. Reciprocated, relationship, romantically. Bullshit. Such words were never a part of her dictionary, they weren’t minutes ago she was screaming his name, or hours ago; she was fishing for compliments. His only "crime" was to not be able to cope with her coldness, with the words she allowed to spill. - If you’re mad I totally get it. - There it was. The last line of her script was delivered. She didn’t even care. She just jabbed a knife straight through his ribcage where the stitches of the previous injury still hadn’t healed, the stitches she promised she would never rip; a wound she would never be the cause of.

- No, I’m not mad. I get it. - He had always done his best for her and, even now, he still did. Inadequate as she found the man, this was his best; it was all that was left of a once proud and strong soul; fragments on the floor, scared that the next wind will blow them away. He didn’t yell in her face. Instead he uncomfortably shifted to the chair in front of the vanity where they had fucked just a few moments earlier watching her scramble to collect her shit in the mirror. And still, she didn’t even seem to care. No silvery tears were shed. “My heart isn’t his anymore.” He had said. “I know. I will keep it safe, Ethan. I promise.” It was as if she didn’t just break a pledge. As if she didn't just cut off the only string that kept him alive. As if she never drew him and her walking hand in hand through the park. As if the leather journal didn’t mean anything to her. As if he didn’t matter. And perhaps he didn’t. Perhaps he was just a game for her, a way to pass the time. And now she had slipped out the door. Without a single sound. Thoughts clashed in his head. He took out his notebook and pen and began doing what he knew best after music; he wrote. After the letter was done, shaky hands folded it, placing it on his bedside table.

***

It was 4AM when he woke up. The sun rose up above the horizon as a promise kept. And somehow when he got up, he felt lighter in the most heavy of ways. As if someone had taken out all his vital organs and he was living on oxygen; just a pair of broken lungs in a patched up skeleton with mole-speckled flesh. In this heartache he refused to see golden light shine, to hear the birdsong, as if the melody can't glide through the air as it once did before. Ethan was turning to ashes. Perhaps he should have dressed differently, said something different. Acted differently. He didn’t blame her for leaving. If he could, he would have too. His hands grasped the rough piece of paper, all his luggage was packed, only her pearl earring left on the floor of his hotel room. And he left it there. Walking down the hall he saw it. Room 137. He slipped the letter underneath hoping to get a response.

***

She woke up, feeling content. As if she didn’t just lose one of (what she claimed to be) the most beautiful things in her life. Her legs didn’t feel heavy, her chest didn’t have steel setting in it. She felt free. She had freed herself from him. Then she spotted it - the note tucked under her door. Curiosity got the best of her when she opened it and began reading.

“I didn't lie, I do hate writing letters. And I do hate them exactly because I don't know where to start, how to end, and what will happen once the letter is sent. And especially this... Even if I rehearsed what I wanted to type a thousand times, I wouldn't know where to begin.I don't know what happened. I don't know where I went wrong. I do however know one thing - I don't believe it. You can bullshit yourself and you can bullshit your friends and you can lie that "you cared about me so much you fell out of love", but we both know that is a blatant lie. Real, true feelings don't go away like that, Y/N. If you really loved me, you wouldn't have thrown me away that quickly. I don't blame you. I'm used to being someone's tally mark. I'm used to being a story someone had. And I know I can be either a fairytale or a legend (one of those hideous, terrifying ones), but that doesn't mean I'm ready to let you become a memory. Perhaps, I was just a phase for you, a phase you grew out of, a human you had to go through like a hurricane to improve yourself. To feel better. I get it. You promised me forever and I promised you forever too, but promises can be broken. And they will be. I don't want a forever with you after this. I don't want a forever of being awkward and walking on eggshells. 10.09.2019. A date I'll never forget. Because you made sure I'll never forget it. I still remember how shaken I was. How exciting... John Green was right indeed. People leave scars behind all too often. Thank you, though. Thank you for the scars. They are the ill-favoured consequence of the tragic story we had.

I'm sorry if I went wrong somewhere.

I love you. Still. And I know it's pathetic. But I don't care,

Ethan

P.S. I used to be a very different person once. A snobby piece of shit... I mean I haven't changed all that much. I'm still a piece of shit, I guess; however now more pathetic than snobby. Anyway, I used to have a favourite colour and a favourite flower and a favourite city. When I got in my first relationship, I loved black and she knew that so she made sure to get me everything anthracite her eyes would land on. And then she left, and then I decided to pick out a favourite colour for the day to reflect how I feel. And then in my next relationship, my favourite flower was the Zinfandel pink roses outside one of the big shops in the city. And one time, when we were walking home, he picked one for me and gifted it to me. I still have it pressed flat between the pages of my journal. But then he left and now I don't have a favourite flower anymore. And then 2018 rolled around; and before I knew it I was in London for a week, sneaking a pack of cigarettes on the balcony of the small house we had rented, afraid I'd get caught by the landlord. And when I looked up at the night sky, I never thought even for a second that perhaps you were looking at it too. And that perhaps you were just a few streets away, or that I'd ever meet you. I just remember looking at it in awe, knowing that I've never seen the universe so clear, not in Bucharest or New York; I knew London would be my favourite. For a while. And then you appeared. And I don't have a favourite city anymore. Now I truly am rootless.”

The merriment from her eyes showed the scared child within, the girl who was taught to fight and starved of the love she craved. The cursive along yellowed sheets, drowned in pain, brought her a new high. The best life could offer her was a void, to let her sit in the shadow until she craved the sunlight.

- Hey? - A mewling cat-like tone piped over the phone.

- He is so pathetic. - Y/N burst out in a fit of laughter.

- Don’t you talk like that, lovie. - Another distorted giggle.

- Oh, God, please don’t repeat that ever again. - One more wave of happiness, on the back of someone else’s tears. - Here listen. “I didn’t lie…”

***

“I just got broken up with.” His hands shook as he typed out the message. “Life’s great.” Sarcasm, obvious even through text. “Did she break up with you?” Victoria was quick to type a response. “Of course she did. Hell, if I could I would leave me too. Who wouldn’t, Vic!?” His chequered grey coat felt too tight, back pressed flat against the back of the chair in the random cafe he stumbled in. “I wouldn’t. What did she say to you?” The bassist grew more and more worried. “It doesn’t fucking matter” Spite. He saw in scarlet. “Yes it does.” The woman wandered around the hotel only to find her bandmate, her friend was long gone. A single pearl earring was the only thing left behind in his room. “What matters is I spent years and that wasn’t good enough.” The drummer picked at his chipped nails. “Was she rude?” 317. The blonde ran through the hall. “Worse. She was cold. It sounded over rehearsed. More like an email you send your boss to ask for more sick leave than what you say during a break-up.” The door was wide open. Suite - a ghost town. “I’m sorry.” She really was. “No, I get it. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel hostage. But I’m literally the human version of let me down gently. I don’t have a problem with being left behind as long as it’s done carefully.” For the first time, in a long time, Ethan admitted the truth - that he too was human, with a heart that was as brittle as a thin wine glass. “I’m sure it’s not your fault” Victoria’s encouragement didn’t do anything. “Really!? People who don’t fuck up , don’t get broken up with. Maybe I was too clingy for her... Work does take a toll on my mental health. And when I am back from tour, I am very clingy. Maybe that’s the fuckign reason.” It seemed that he didn’t mind the sting of the razor he was mentally slicing himself with. “Ethan, stop. Do you want to talk on the phone?” Then his expression grew numb. He typed one last text. “No.”

***

- Do you know where he is? - Damiano paced back and forth around the airport, Thomas right behind him.

- I have no idea. This is the fifth time I’m calling. No answer. - Victoria’s phone pressed to her cheek, as another one of her calls was left with no response.

- Excuse me… - The soft voice of their new assistant chimed up behind them. - I just got a call from the hospital.

- What? - The guitarist’s tone shaky, almost giving out.

- Mr. Torchio… Well, he’s passed. - All their expressions sank. The bassist tumbled back, taking a seat on the nearest chair.

- No! Tha… That can’t be!? - The singer’s own knees gave out, as he held the completely shattered golden-haired boy in his arms.

- I’m afraid that's what they said. - The elderly woman’s own eyes welling up with bitter tears.

- No! No! NO! - Amber-haired girl’s feet kicked into the ground. - NO! - Another scream. - I refuse to let him… - Sobs, held her speech hostage. - Him go!

- Calm down, damn it! - Damiano yelled over her. - Can we go there?

- The car is right this way.

***

The hallway had as much personality as the rest of the hospital. The floor - slate grey and the walls were dove. Above, the ceiling was made from those polystyrene squares laid on a grid-like frame. The light was too bright for their eyes after the darkening gloom outside. There are commercial prints on the wall. Above every door there was a large plastic sign, dark with white lettering- bold and all-caps. New and spotless. Thomas’ eyes fell to the garish flowers in his hand. “Let’s get a bunch,” he had said, when he saw a man selling them outside the building. “he will need them.” “He’s dead, Thomas.” The bassist chipped at her nails. A sharp nudge from Damiano made her quiet down.

- Mr. Torchio’s relatives? - A doctor, white gown over his pale turquoise scrubs, came out of one of the plain doors.

- Us. - All chimed in together. His gaze fell to the bouquet of tulips.

- Mr. Torchio was admitted half an hour earlier. He was found on the edge of “The Golden Gate” bridge by a civilian. - The black glasses pushed farther up his nose. - Unfortunately, despite our best efforts, we were unable to save him. - A second heartbreak. - He had overdosed on painkillers, before being brought in. We did find this note in his pocket. - A yellowed page passed to the shaky hands of Damiano.

Under the drummer’s long letter Y/N had scribbled down her response. Two fucking words. “Ok. Bye.” And right beneath that, there was a much wobblier version of Ethan’s cursive. “Tell her to keep the bits of my heart she owns safe. They are the last beating piece of me.”

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