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yours | nanami kento (repost)
tags: infidelity, age gap (reader is 25, nanami is 35), angst, crying, insults, smut, cum eating (??), oral (f!), reader is pregnant
âyouâre a nasty old man.â you muttered as he caressed the soles of your swollen feet, your hands over your face â trying to hide yourself from him but it almost never worked. you always seemed to bare your soul to him no matter what and you hated it.
he said nothing, allowing you to express your anger at him. he was almost beginning to hate himself for the amount of pain he was causing you. you stretched your legs out before removing them from him entirely. the warmth and the softness he knew, all gone in an instant. you tucked your feet into the comfy couch cushion and sniffled.
you wanted to hate him with all you had. but you had already knew these things about him. you knew he had a wife. you knew he was married to her for almost seven years. you knew that.
but why did it feel more serious and more real today? she had the ring but you have the baby, you had him and what he wanted. you were what he wanted, he assured you always.
but for the public, it was always her. you couldnât help but feel envious. to feel shamed. embarrassed even. your throat raw and scratchy from crying, your nose running. âyouâre just a nasty old man who wanted something differentâŚsomething new? you didnât want me⌠you wanted a fantasy.â you couldnât look at him anymore.
âbaby,â he swallowed hard, urging you to look at him. his hand reaching for your belly. but you shooed him off.
ânot that hand, no.â you shook your head harshly, glaring at the ring. a symbol of what youâd never be. a cruel reality. âdo you love her?â
âiâve never loved her. i never knew love until you.â he whispered. âshe made me lonely. i have never been happier with you.â
âthen whyâŚâ you couldnât speak anymore, throat closing up and the tears slipping before you could stop yourself. but he pulled you close and on to his lap.
âshe found out i was leaving and wanted to make a scene. she wanted to see and catch us off guard. believe me when i say, i havenât see her in almost two years.â
âthe way she grabbed you. the way she kissed youââ your head was spinning, so much dizziness.
âstress isnât good for the baby.â he reminded you. âbut just know, this is what she wanted. the commotion. your doubt. to get the publicâs attention on me and her after all these speculations over the years⌠we been over years ago. sheâs been gone out of my head the moment i saw you,â he explains. âitâs always been you and it always will. she caught me off guard, i was looking for you andâŚâ he does a long sigh before he next speaks.
âi was looking for you and she was wearing your dress.â he whispered, ashamed, rubbing his forehead. âa lapse in judgement on my part, but sheâs crazy. anything to keep getting money out of me. she ran away when i first mentioned divorce, iâve been looking for her the moment we got so serious. i would never want you to feel so humiliated.â
you knew what he was saying was true. he was a good man. he always treated you right. he was sweet and a real man. and you were too overwhelmed with seeing her for the first time that you let everything slip out the window.
he reached for your ankle, looking over your lilac painted toes. he pressed small kisses all over â the top of your foots, each toe and even the bottom. âi love every part of you. i love you. only you.â
time always moved too fast with him. now, you laid spread out and bare for him. your body felt foreign and the hair made you want to cover up. you hated this feeling. you wanted to cry. wrapping your arms up, you hide your aching breasts and closed your legs.
âyou look so damn ravishing.â he murmurs, his cock leaking and bobbling, throbbing so hard you canât look away. âthis nasty old man is gonna make love to you until he canât anymore, so donât hide from me.â he spread your legs again before taking your hands in his.
your legs wrapped away his waist as he thrusts forward, slowly and just barely pushing the tip in. you were almost too wet and slippery on the inside, using his hand he aligned himself to your dripping hole.
you bit your lip while you watched and when your walls swallowed him up, your legs shook uncontrollably, almost on the brink from barely one thrust. he chuckled, âalways so sensitive.â
you playfully glared at him and grabbed his face, eager to kiss him. his lips soft and sweet, his tongue moving sloppy as his hips was. his eyes closed, he was deep in thought, his groans soft. his mind focused on one thing: you.
your walls squeezing him, wrapping around him like a snake, your nails felt permanently attached to his skin. you rocked your hips to his, meeting every soft thrust of his. his thrust powerful but so sensual and you felt every drag of it.
âyouâre just so perfect.â his cock felt hot inside of your body and the pressure in your tummy felt too good, small splashing came with each slow thrusting. his dick wet along with his lower stomach.
he stroked your clit in circles, doing a tight smile whenever your precious cunt tightened up on him. you moans traveling louder into his ears. âkenâŚâ he loved hearing his name even more than the moans coming out of your mouth.
taking a look at you, he grinned. your eyes squeezed shut and your dark brown skin glowing with sweat. âgonna marry you. gonna fuckânâŚâ the naughty sounds of his balls slapping your ass and the assault on your clit had your toes curling. âgonna make you my little house wife. jâlike we always planned.â he could feel you pulsing and feel himself getting close.
your gooey squishy insides feeling like heaven against his hard cock, taking him just like he needed. âi love you.â you told him, opening your eyes.
he placed a hand on your stomach and whispered to your lips, âi love you. i love you both.â
with the swirl of his hips, he stilled, his strong hands taking hold of the headboard. ânow let me serve you.â
even with his cum oozing out of you, he lowered his head and spread your lips open before his tongue wrapped around the head of your clit.
#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#ramonaá°#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen smut#nanami kento x reader#nanami fics#nanami drabbles#jjk nanami#jujutsu kaisen nanami#kento nanami smut#kento nanami x you#nanami kento x y/n#nanami kento x you#nanami kento smut#kento nanami x reader#nanami kento#kento nanami#jjk kento#kento x reader#kento x y/n#kento smut#kento x you#nanami x fem!reader#nanami x y/n#nanami x you#nanami x reader
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wanted to wish @rozzieroos a very happy birthday! you've been so supportive of me since the beginning and it makes a world of difference to someone who is always just a bit nervous to share the things they write. i am unfortunately not a very crafty bitch, so i can't return the friendship bracelet favor right now, but i hope this is a nice little sappy gift for ya! sending you big hugs and all my love đ - mickala
rated t | 1,324 words | no cw | tags: fluff, established relationship, the most miniscule hurt and almost entirely comfort, boys in love, side platonic stobin stuff but robin isn't technically there
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Steve always had an adrenaline crash after a visit from Robin. The first time it happened, Eddie was convinced they would have to move to Boston just so Steve could get out of the funk. Luckily, they figured out what to do after a couple of days.
And every time it's happened since, they manage to get him out of it pretty quickly.
But this time seemed worse, and Eddie wasn't sure why.
As far as he could tell, everything about the visit was normal. Robin came for a long weekend, they all went to dinner together the first night, Eddie had to work on Saturday so Steve and Robin had their fun together. Sunday, they all went to brunch together before dropping her off at the airport.
And Steve was fine! That evening he was cooking dinner and dancing to music while Eddie wrote some notes for a campaign he was running with work buddies. They ate together and Eddie did the dishes while Steve went through his nightly routine of locking up.
They even gave each other blowjobs in the shower.
But this morning, as soon as Eddie opened his eyes and smelled the bleach, he knew it was bad.
He sat up and looked out the open bedroom door.
"Fuck."
He got up quickly, throwing on the closest pair of pants he could find, probably Steve's since they felt baggier than his own, and made his way down the hall to the bathroom.
Steve was on his knees, scrubbing the shower like it personally offended him.
"Hey sweetheart, everything okay?" He asked hesitantly.
"Fine," Steve answered, clearly very far from fine.
Eddie sighed and sat on the closed toilet lid. "Stevie, it's okay if you wanna have a sad day. I know it's hard when Robin goes back home. I'm off today so we can just relax in bed if you want."
Eddie would never tell Steve that the reason he was off was because as soon as he knew when Robin was going back home, he'd requested the day off to be here for Steve.
"I don't need a sad day. I'm fine."
"Yeah, that's why you've scrubbed the shower until it's literally sparkling at way too early in the morning," Eddie reached out and covered his shoulder. "It's okay to miss her. I know it's hard."
Steve stopped scrubbing.
Eddie prepared for what was likely to be a very ugly and loud sob.
Steve turned to him with his lips quivering and eyes watery.
"Oh, sweetheart," Eddie said as he got on the floor with Steve and pulled him into his lap. "It's gonna be alright. We're gonna visit her next month, remember?"
"I know," Steve said against his shoulder, voice wobbling like he was still holding back tears. "I just don't wanna keep doing this."
"What?"
"I hate being so far from her. We were supposed to live close enough to see each other every weekend and have sleepovers and now she's in Boston with her girlfriend who is amazing, and I'm here with you and you're amazing, but I miss her. And I know she misses me." Eddie could feel tears soaking his shirt. "And it's stupid that we're so codependent still, and I feel bad that you probably feel like you're not enough."
"Sweetheart, I don't ever feel that way. I've never felt that way. Have I made you feel like I feel that way?" Eddie tightened his grip around Steve.
"No, not really," Steve shrugged. "It's just I know we're a lot. And I know it sometimes probably seems like I need her more than I need you, but I don't."
"Sweetheart, I know that." Eddie kissed the top of his head and smiled. "You're a package deal. I knew that the moment you kissed me in the hospital room. I was getting Steve and his platonic soulmate Robin, or I wasn't getting Steve at all. I know how important she is to you. Don't you think she's important to me too?"
"I guess," Steve shrugged again, sniffling against Eddie's shirt.
"Well, how could she not be? She helped make sure you stayed safe before I was there to protect you. She knows exactly what to do when you have nightmares, taught me everything she could so I could be there for you. She sends me tapes she thinks I'll like when she sends you care packages. She was the second person I ever came out to! "
"Wait, I thought I was the second person you came out to."
"You were the third. She was a practice run when I saw her staring at the young nurse who checked my vitals the day I woke up. She's the one who told me I should tell you," Eddie nudged him away for a moment so he could look down at him. "I wouldn't be on this floor with you five years later if not for her. She's kinda important to me."
"I just hate that I get like this!" Steve finally said. "I hate that this happens every time. It's not fair to you."
"Love, it's okay. I know how to help." Eddie kissed his forehead. "Go ahead and wash your hands and go get back in bed. I'm gonna grab a book and we're gonna cuddle for a bit."
"But-"
"And then!" Eddie continued, louder. "We'll get pizza delivered for lunch even though we shouldn't. We'll call Robin. We'll take a bath. I'll wash your hair. I'll make us that roasted chicken stuff you like for dinner. It'll be perfect."
"Okay."
"And then-"
"There's more?" Eddie could hear the smirk in Steve's voice even though he'd buried his face against his neck again.
"Of course there's more." Eddie poked his side. "And then we're gonna start talking about moving closer to Boston so we can visit her more than three times a year."
"Eds, we can't afford Boston."
"I know. But we can afford New England if we find the right spots. We'll have her send us some ads for places for rent. I can transfer within the company. You're a teacher, you can work anywhere."
"You make it sound so easy."
"It is so easy. Making you happy is the easiest thing I'll ever do."
"But you have to be happy too."
"I will be. You wanna know why?"
"Why?"
"Because I'll still have you. And let's be honest, it's way more likely that one of the New England states is gonna let us get married before fucking Illinois."
Steve chuckled. "Married? Who said anything about getting married?"
"Oh, did I forget to mention? I planned on spending the rest of my life with you."
"I know that, goofball." Steve let out another genuine laugh. "I just didn't think you'd ever wanna actually get the law involved if they ever let us."
"Steven, I don't involve the law, the law involves me."
"I don't think that's how it works, babe," Steve kissed his neck before pulling away. "I think all that sounds nice though."
"Then hop to it, Harrington! We've got a bed to get back into."
Once they settled in their bed, Steve curled into Eddie's side while he opened the book they'd been reading for a week now, he looked up at Eddie with a soft smile.
"I love you a lot, you know?"
"I know, angel. I love you a lot more," Eddie replied, leaning down to kiss his lips softly.
They'd spend the day exactly as Eddie said they would.
They'd find a place only two hours from Robin and move less than a month later.
They'd get married as soon as it was legal for them to do it.
They rescued a dog.
They even adopted twins.
And every single time Steve wanted to see Robin, they packed up the car and went to visit her.
Because Steve had Eddie, and Eddie had Steve, but they both had Robin.
#steddie#steve harrington#stranger things#eddie munson#fluff#established relationship#idk i just think we should appreciate robin's place in THEIR relationship more#like you're tellin me she doesn't latch onto eddie too???#you're tellin me eddie and robin aren't thick as thieves???#please
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I Knew It Would Hurt ~ Part 9
Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4,715
This is part 9 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:
We've All Got Needs Masterlist
Ao3 Series Link
Summary: You're waiting for the boys to make their decision. Waiting is really fucking hard.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Penis in Vagina Sex, I left out some tags to avoid spoilers but thereâs nothing crazy if youâve read this far already
A/N: Here's another rollercoaster, and it's the longest one so far! I'm super grateful for all of your interactions with this story. I've loved turning that little smut scene into this fun character dynamic, and I really hope you enjoy this next installment. Thank you!!
A soft knock at the door woke you, and for a moment you felt fine. Then you remembered.Â
âIâve got your breakfast, can I come in?â
Nami frowned when she saw you. She set your plate down on your desk, then pulled you into a hug.
âThis whole thing seems like a lot of work. Iâm here if you need me, okay?â
âThanks, Nami. All I wanted to do was take a long shower, and now I might be breaking up with two people Iâm not actually with.â
âGotta be careful about those showers, they can fuck you up.â
You gave a laugh that might have been a sob before squeezing her tighter.Â
âLove you.â
She pulled away, but grabbed your shoulders, leaning her face toward yours.
âLove ya too, weirdo. What do you need today?âÂ
âUm, can you bring me my field notes? Chopper knows where they are. Iâm just gonna work in here today, Iâm not ready to people.â
âOf course. I can bring you your other meals too if you want.â
Sighing as you nodded, memories of recent times in the kitchen fought you as you tried to shove them down.Â
âLuffy really thinks youâre sick now.â
âHe might not be far off. I feel like shit.â
After Nami came back to drop off lunch later, another knock came, freezing you on the spot.Â
âHi, itâs Robin.â
You cringed a bit, embarrassed for her to see you like this, but you let her in. Her eyes combed over you, lips pursing as she stepped inside. She kept a noticeable distance between you.
âY/N, I came to apologize. I shouldnât have been pushing you like this, I knew you were overwhelmed already. Iâm so sorry I added to your struggle.â
âNo, Robin, it's okay. You helped me! I really needed to hear what you said.â
Robin let out a breath, but her brows were still tensed. She looked down at the ground before meeting your eyes again.
âI shouldnât have pushed myself on you. Iâm sorry, Y/N.â
Her normally steady eyes looked heavy, a sight she rarely shows.
Reaching for her hand, you felt a gentle smile warming your face.
âIâm not sorry.â
Her lips curled up just a bit, and she squeezed your fingers gently.Â
âIâm so glad to hear that⌠How about we wait on that date until everything settles?âÂ
You almost argued that you didnât need to wait, but you realized that you did.Â
âThank you, Robin.â
She brushed a strand of hair from your face, and you breathed in her lovely scent.
âThank you, Y/N. Let me know if you need anything. Iâll do what I can to calm the rest of the crew.â
The comfort that Robin's presence left you with made you feel safer, warmer.Â
But it was as if that feeling of safety made room for your body to feel the rest.Â
Sitting at your desk staring at your field notes, your vision started to blur. You had to close your journal to keep tears from staining your monographs.
You kept your sobs silent, not wanting anyone to hear. Then you remembered why youâd gotten so good at keeping your screams quiet lately. You had to cover your mouth as you choked, louder sobs escaping you now.Â
Why did I do this to myself? I knew it would hurt. Just not this much, not so fast. I should have stopped.Â
But you hated that thought. The thought of not enjoying the short time youâd had with both of them. The pleasures, the laughter, the growing warmth. You didnât want to lose any of it, even if it would hurt less.Â
You tried not to think about what choice they would make. The only one you wanted felt selfish. Youâd get to have everything.
And if you didnât get to have everything, then it would be nothing. You knew that even if one of the boys chose to leave, and one wanted to stay, you couldnât continue with only one. There was too much heat between all three of you. You knew it would drive an even bigger wedge between them, potentially tearing them, and the crew apart.Â
I canât do that.Â
So it was all or nothing, and your body was preparing you for the worst.Â
A knock shook you from your spiral and you moved to the door, expecting Nami. Wiping your tears and shaking your arms, you checked.
âWho is it?â
âHi, Y/N. Iâve got your dinner, and I didnât eat any of it.â
Your eyes went wide, but you let your captain in.
âThank you, Luffy.â
He walked right in, setting your plate on your desk before plopping on your bed.Â
You stared, not sure what to say. He pointed to your desk chair, and you felt suddenly terrified as you sat and faced him. He watched you like he was sizing you up.
âRobin told me and Chopper why youâve been weird.â
âO-Oh?â
âIâm the captain, Y/N. I need to know my crew is okay.â
Fear iced through you, and you stared into your lap. He should kick me off the crew. Iâm splintering his best fighters, endangering everyone.
His hand stretched toward you, and he touched your shoulder until you met his eyes.Â
âIt all seems a little crazy to me.â
You let out a near panicked laugh before you caught yourself.
âYeah, me too.â
âBut you care about them?â
His deep eyes looked so soft, his voice intense.
âI do.âÂ
Nodding, he crossed his arms.Â
âThey care about you too, Y/N.â
You felt your lips shaking, heat rising in your throat.Â
âAs long as you care about each other, and keep fighting for your dreams, Iâm happy.â
Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as Luffy started to smile.Â
âCan you be happy too?â
Your lips pulled into a strained smile as you tried to stop your tears.Â
âIâll get there, Luffy. Itâs just rough right now. But Iâm glad youâre my captain.âÂ
Luffy was beaming at you now, then stretched to ruffle your hair. He leaned toward you, and whispered softly.
âWill you keep giving me the extra food Sanji makes you?â
You burst out laughing, and Luffyâs smile stretched even wider.
âYes, captain!â
Luffy grabbed you in a hug, twirling you as much as he could in the small quarters. This is family.Â
As he left he gave you one more serious look.Â
âY/N, please tell me next time something is hurting you. Iâm your captain and I need to know.â
âI promise, Luffy.â
All the emotions of the day had you feeling empty, but now it was more pleasantly numb. Your biggest fear of losing your place on this crew, in this family, those fears were shrinking away from you. Soft tears of relief left your eyes now, and you tried to comfort yourself against the hurt of losing Zoro and Sanji. At least I wonât lose them completely.Â
That thought brought back more of the pain, but you shook it off. It was getting late, and you wanted to get some air. Steeling yourself, you picked up your dishes and went down the hall, hoping to sneak them into the galley before sitting out on deck.Â
You crept against the wall, listening to check if Sanji was inside or not before heading in.
But you heard two low voices.Â
âYou donât know her like I do.â
âI care about her, Marimo. I care about her enough to share her with you. Can you say the same?â
You tried to force your body to turn around, to head back to your room, but all you could focus on was not shaking the plate and silverware in your hands.Â
Your heart was in your throat, and you felt faint as you waited for what felt like hours for his response.Â
âYeah, I can, idiot cook.â
A gasping sob escaped you, and you tried to cover your mouth. Instead, you dropped your dishes, the plate shattering at your bare feet. You stared at the broken porcelain, and started laughing hysterically.Â
âY/N!â
They both rushed out, concern in their eyes.Â
âAre you hurt?â âYou okay?â
You were too out of it to respond, and kept laughing as they both tried to lift you. Zoro won, lifting you in his arms, while Sanji brushed along your feet and legs, checking for glass.Â
Your breathing slowed as you felt Zoroâs racing heart, and you felt like you could fall asleep in his arms. He carried you into the kitchen while Sanji swept up the broken plate.
Zoro placed you gingerly in the booth, his brows furrowed as he looked you over.Â
âNeedy, please. Are you okay?â
You smiled at the nickname, and looked at them both as Sanji joined you at the table.Â
âIâm okay.â
Neither of them seemed convinced, but you couldnât explain the rush of relief and happiness that had just torn through your already overwhelmed system. But you tried.Â
âI didnât mean to. But I heard you.â
You felt your lips quivering again as they both seemed to soften.Â
âItâs okay if you still need some time to think-â
âI donât need time my love-â âIâm good, Needy-â
Your cheeks hurt from the smile that stretched your face, especially when they both grinned back at you.Â
Then your mouth stretched further into the biggest, loudest yawn youâd ever felt.
âYou need some sleep-â âLetâs get you to bed, dear-â
Zoro went to lift you, but Sanji tapped his shoulder.Â
âYou just carried her, Itâs my turn now.â
âIâm not letting a pervert cook into her bedroom when she needs to rest.â
âBoys,â you commanded with another yawn. âFlip a coin or something please, Iâm tired.â
Your yawns were mixed with tired giggles while you saw them rustling through their pockets. Sanjiâs satisfied laugh, and Zoroâs grumble gave away the winner.Â
Sanji lifted you gently, and you smelled cigarette smoke and spices on his jacket. Zoro followed close, opening the door, and hovering while Sanji set you in bed, drawing the covers over you.Â
âGood night, darling-â âGood night, Needy-â
âNight, boysâŚâ
A soft knock woke you, and for a moment you felt all that sadness. Then you remembered.
You sat straight up in bed, hoping that it wasnât a dream.
âWho-Who is it?â
âYour favorite navigator, lazybones. Do you want to come to breakfast?â
You jumped out of bed, stumbling.
âYeah, Iâll be right out!â
Your reflection looked dazed, and you slapped your cheeks a few times, laughing. You hurried to get ready, and had to stop yourself from racing down the hall.Â
Everyone was there, already digging into their plates. They all turned to stare at you with teasing, or cheesy faces. Your face flushed, and you bit your lip before climbing into the empty spot Zoro had saved for you. You were next to him at the edge of the table, where Sanji stepped up to bring you what looked like a mimosa with tangerine blossoms for a garnish.Â
âHey, why donât I get one of those?â
âApologies Nami, dear. I will whip one up for you right away. Would you like one as well, Robin?â
âThat sounds lovely, Sanji.â
âHey, donât hog the booze, waiter. Make me one of those too.â
âYou havenât earned it, moss hea-â
Everyone's clamoring voices died down as you burst out laughing, almost hysterical, but so full of joy and relief.Â
Luffy grinned, stretching to hit your arm lightly with his fist, Chopper looked confused, Usopp was asking Sanji for his own mimosa, and Nami and Robin laughed with you.Â
The boys had stopped arguing, and were both staring at you. Until your skin flushed red again, and your laughter hiccuped and faded.Â
âUgh. I love you, Y/N, but this is gonna get annoying real fast.â
You stuck your tongue out at Nami as she winked, and fell into quiet joy while you tried to listen to the group.Â
Sanji kept bringing you delicious gifts, and youâd wink at Luffy so he could snag them. Each time Sanji came your way he would give you a soft peck on the forehead, or shoulder, or knuckles.
A low grumble moved through Zoro, but all he did was wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth.
Feeling like you were going to pass out, you didnât even hear most of what the crew were saying while they teased you.Â
You caught yourself doing your happy food wiggle dance, and couldnât seem to stop, even humming now and then. The crew left the three of you there, and you didnât hear their goodbyes, just beamed lazily at them.
Sanji brought his plate to the table, and cleared his throat until Zoro begrudgingly scooted over, dragging you with him to make room on the bench. Sanji winked at you before diving into his meal, and you just sat there wiggling, out of your mind.Â
âI knew you were fuckinâ needy.â
You laughed while Sanji spluttered, and you patted his knee to calm him.
âWhat do you mean, Zoro,â you smirked up at him, teasing.Â
âYou know what I mean. So fucking spoiled.â
âDonât listen to him, angel. You deserve to be spoiled, to be-â
Another bout of hysterical laughter left you, and eventually they joined in.Â
Finally, you gained some control of yourself, and tried to hold a conversation.Â
âIâm so happy you both chose to stay with me.â
You stopped them both from speaking at the same time, realizing that it would be difficult to get much done with all three of you in a room.Â
âWe definitely need to keep checking in, and figuring out boundaries. I donât think my brain is up for that today though.â
âWhat are you up for, my dear?â
âMm, I like this,â you sighed, rocking back and forth against each of their sides.Â
You caught Zoro rolling his eyes, and you stuck your tongue out at him.Â
âWhat about you guys? Your needs matter too here. What do you need?â
Neither spoke for a minute, and you played with your spoon.Â
âI guess, umâŚâ
You looked up at Zoro, desperate to hear him actually express his fucking needs.Â
âHow do we figure out time for just us?â
He said those words softly, and you knew how huge it was that he hadnât said it with anger or frustration. You smiled up at him, then at Sanji who seemed to be waiting with rapt attention.Â
âWell, we can always check in, and change things if the system isnât working out. But how about for now we stick to alternating days? Not just for sex, but for our time together?â
They both nodded, Zoro slowly, and Sanji with an eager smile. You squeezed both of their knees before reaching for the last of your mimosa.Â
You sat back, and they both tilted to see you better. You fought more laughter at what a lovely pair they made.Â
âY/N, dear-â âSo who-â
They glared at each other, until Sanji did a small mock bow to let Zoro go first.Â
Zoroâs mouth twitched as he looked away from both of you before continuing. He didnât meet your gaze when he finished his question.Â
âWhoâs turn is it?â
Your lips parted, and you watched them both look guilty while they waited for you.
This is crazy. How did I manage this?
Zoro cleared his throat, leaning with his elbows over the table.
âYesterday was supposed to be my day.â
âTechnically we didnât finish my day before that.â
âYouâre really gonna pressure her ab-â âYouâre the one thatâs pressuring her Mari-â
âTechnically today was supposed to be Robinâs day.â
Your words shut them both up, and it took way too much effort to hold in your satisfied smile at their expressions.Â
Zoro looked shocked again, as if heâd blocked that out of his mind. Sanjiâs fists had clenched, and you could see the veins in his neck and face throbbing as he turned bright red.Â
You couldnât help it. A small laugh escaped you.Â
âDonât worry, Robin and I decided to wait on our date until things are settled.â
You could have sworn you heard a tiny whimper from Sanjiâs throat.Â
âHow about we start things fresh with a coin toss?â
They both reached for a coin and threw them in the air, calling out the choice. You laughed as they both lost their own tosses.Â
âLet me do it.â
Youâd grabbed Zoroâs coin, and tried to mimic them. You kept throwing it onto the table, or failing to catch it. The coin would drop on your lap, both of them reaching for your thighs to grab it for you, growling as their hands touched.Â
âGods, can you guys just agree on which one of you tosses the coin? Pretty please?â
Sanji ended up giving in to your wishes again first, letting the swordsman toss. Then Zoro swore as the coin fell in Sanjiâs favor. Sanji kissed your cheek while Zoro left the table after rubbing along your shoulders.
âSee ya later, Needy.â
âWait!â
You rushed over to your surly crewmate. The man who had walked in on you in the shower, and declared that you should fuck. You laughed softly at how crazy your life had been since that moment. And you couldnât be more grateful for it if you tried.Â
âWhat,â he asked, his brows tensing as you laughed.
âItâs nothing,â you whispered, standing on tip toes in a silent request for a kiss.
His look of surprise deepened your smile, and he gripped the hair at the back of your neck when he pulled you to his lips.Â
A soft cough sounded behind you, and Zoro hummed as he pulled away to smirk at the cook. You nudged him out the door.Â
Turning around, you saw his eyes wide, waiting. You leaned toward him, feeling his soft lips kiss the corners of your mouth before pulling you into his arms to breathe along your ear.Â
âAll to myself?â
Sanjiâs raspy voice made you moan, your body still so ready even with all that had happened. You almost felt high, like all the emotions had left your body buzzing.Â
You looked up into his soft eyes, watching his lips part when he noticed how heavy your breaths were.Â
âD-Darling. I didnât mean⌠Let me-â
He froze when you gripped his arms to keep him from pulling away.Â
âI want all sorts of lovely moments with you, Sanji, and I know weâre going to have them.â
The sweet smile that bloomed on his face made your heart dance in your chest for a moment, and you had to take a deep breath.Â
âI donât want you to feel bad if we start today where we left off.â
You let heat fill your eyes as you wet your lips. Sanjiâs eyes seemed to be pulled to your mouth, and you saw his breath hitch.Â
âA-Are you sure?â
Grinning at him, you nodded as you bit your lip.
He lunged toward your lips again, but you pressed your hands to his chest.
âMaybe we should go to one of our rooms now that everyone knows?â
You gasped as he looked at you like he was about to eat you.Â
âThatâs too far, sweetheart. How about I take you in the pantry?â
Youâd barely breathed out your âyes,â before he lifted you into the air. He pulled you so fast, but still managed to grip you in a way that was comfortable. Your arms and legs wrapped around him, and he groaned while you kissed and licked along his neck.Â
Setting you gently in the walk in pantry, he held your face while he kissed you before rushing out. You tilted your head after him, but moaned when he returned with a condom and lube. Memories of your first time with him, and the sting and pleasure of his thick cock pulsed through you. Your eyes fell back in your head, and he gave a satisfied chuckle as he turned on the small light before closing the door.Â
âMy sweet, Y/N⌠How can I show you how special you are to me?â
âYou can tell me all the filthy things you want to do to me.â
You pulled your panties off from under your skirt and threw them at his chest.Â
Sanji had to catch himself against the wall as he moaned, almost dropping the lube.Â
He already looked wrecked when he met your eyes, and it drove you crazy.Â
âWhat do you want to do to me, Sanji?â
He was panting as he watched you pull your skirt up, so slowly. You took the condom and lube from him, and set them on a shelf.
Skin on fire, you didnât know what had gotten into you. But you wanted him now, and you couldnât stop yourself. You pressed yourself against his chest, looking into his blown out eyes. Both of you cried out when you dragged your hand along his length, already so fucking hard.Â
âSanji, I asked you a question.â
Your words came out soft and dark. You watched his eyes flutter, and you wanted to speed him up. Taking his hand in yours, you whispered his name before pressing his fingers into your wet folds.Â
He moaned so loud, and your knees went weak. He had to catch you, then he pressed you against the wall, shoving two fingers into you.
âYou are so fucking perfect. My sweet, dirty angel.â
Crying out at his praise, your body started shaking for him.Â
âP-Please, Sanji.â
He rutted against your thigh when you begged, and the feel of his clothed shaft rubbing against you made you whimper.
âI canât believe youâre letting me do this to you. Such a beautiful, lovely girl. And youâre letting me touch you like this, where anyone could find us.â
He moaned into your ear, breathing in the scent of your hair.Â
You cried out his name, already feeling on the edge, ready.
âSo gorgeous. Let me take care of you, angel. Let me make you feel good.â
âYes, Sanji, please.â
He fell to his knees with a moan, tasting your needy cunt with that skilled tongue. His two fingers kept up their work while he swirled his tongue ring around your clit.Â
You had already started shaking before he plunged that third finger into you, and then you were gone. You shoved your own fist into your teeth, and panted as you bucked against Sanjiâs face, coming on his tongue.Â
He licked you up like he was dying of thirst, while his three fingers kept prepping you.Â
He looked up at you, face glistening in the small light.Â
âYou taste divine, my sweet.â
You moaned as his fingers kept working you.Â
âItâs probably time for me to prep for lunch, darling.â
You whined, grinding on his fingers.Â
He groaned, then checked his watch.Â
âPlease Sanji. Weâll have so many more times to play for longer. Please fuck me against the wall right now. I know how much your perverted mind wants you to.â
You moaned as Sanjiâs hand twitched inside you, his head falling back as he moaned.Â
âPlease Sanji, I know youâll take good care of me. Please, please fuck me now. I know youâd love it if someone caught us.â
He fell forward, mouth hanging open as his face pressed against your hip.Â
He was still taking too long.Â
You gripped your fingers into his hair, and pulled his face to yours.Â
âSanji, are you going to make me beg?â
You watched his eyes harden, and cried out as his long fingers worked you with even more strength.Â
âA lady always gets what she wants in my kitchen.â
You moaned his name as he stood, kissing his way up your neck.
His fingers left you, and you clung to the wall as you watched him free his cock from his slacks before dragging the condom and lube down his length.Â
He came toward you, and lifted your leg so that your foot rested on a low shelf. His hands trailed along your neck, then your thighs. Your back arched as he teased his shaft along your entrance, the size of him so warm against you.Â
âI canât believe how lucky I am.â
His whispers against your cheek while he dragged his tip along your clit made you shiver for him.Â
âTo have such an exquisite beauty, coming on my face in the pantry.â
You cried out, clawing at his shoulders.Â
He slapped his thick cock against your entrance a few times while you moaned for him.Â
âTo have such a gorgeous pussy, aching for me to fill it.â
âFuck, Sanji, please!â
âOf course, darling.â
Biting your lip, your head fell back as you felt him against your center. Not even pressed into you, and your body was readying.Â
âThatâs good, angel. Breathe for me. You know Iâll take care of you.â
You moaned for him, scratching your nails down his striped shirt as he pushed into you, so slowly.Â
âGods, Sanji-â
âShh, darling. Just breathe, and take me, baby. I know you can, youâre so perfect for me.â
Your pussy clenched around him, and he thrust the rest of the way in as he moaned.Â
âSweetheart, you okay?â
âY-Yes, Sanji.â
âGood girl⌠So perfect.â
As Sanjiâs thick cock started pumping into you, slowly, then faster and faster, you forgot where you were, who you were. Just the sharp pain and pleasure of him inside you, and his endless, delectable words were all that held you to reality. His breath was hot on your face and neck as he panted his praise along your skin.
âY/N, your pussy is fucking heavenly, baby. Fuck. Just like that, I feel you squeezing me so hard. You want my cock inside you, donât you angel. You want me to make you feel so good, to take care of my perfect girl.â
âYes, Sanji. Please take care of me.â
He moaned at that, shoving into you, thrusts becoming staggered. He reached down, massaging your clit while you gasped.
âSo soft, so good for meâŚThere you go darling- fuck, yes Y/N, milk my cock like a good girl- fuck-â
Sanji came into you with whimpered moans while you shattered around him. He had to hold your slumped body up, gingerly removing himself from you while you cried out.Â
You whimpered as he pressed soft kisses to your face, before reaching for your panties on the floor. He gave you a satisfied smile as he used them to wipe you clean, before using them to clean himself off after removing that very full condom.Â
You moaned while you watched him rub your panties on his cock, his eyes heavy lidded even after what youâd just done.Â
âYouâre gonna need to buy me some new panties if you keep taking all of mine.â
His breath came out heavy as he smiled.
âOh I plan on buying you so many special gifts, my sweet.â
Miraculously, you made it out of the pantry with time to spare, even rushing for a quick shower before heading back to lunch.Â
Even though it was Sanjiâs day, it looked like meals were going to stay a shared time. You sighed as you leaned against Zoro, dampening his shirt with your still wet hair.Â
âY/N, do you know if we still have any yarrow? I remember you said it can be used to staunch bleeding, and Iâd like to keep some on hand if we run out of our other supplies.â
âY-Yes Chopper. I believe we do, but Iâll check after lunch.â
I really should get back to work at some point.Â
But with Zoroâs warmth at your side, and Sanjiâs wink while he started on dishes, you weren't sure how you were going to do that.Â
Especially when you met Robinâs deep blue eyes, and saw her lips curve in that teasing smile.Â
Who knows the next time weâll be in danger again? I should enjoy this bliss for as long as I can.
Your selfish little smile at that thought felt oh so good.Â
I guess I really am Needy after all.Â
Thank you for reading! đ
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rosekiller microfic band au pt3
heyyy pt3 is here yayyy
I havenât rlly read it thru again and Iâm feeling pretty tired today so if thereâs a quality dip thatâs why but also we have some nice Barty POV which I find easier to write sooo balances out ig
also we have some Marlene in this one (u can thank @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl because I wasnât gonna put her in but she loves Marls [not that I donât] to and yk sheâs the boss so đŤĄđŤĄđŤĄ Marlene is in the fic and Iâm actually glad bc I love her part in this)
oh also Reg is autistic in this [in my mind] so when I mention him wearing headphones itâs bc he wears headphones on public transport/often in public/during gigs to help block noise <3
oh also all the skittles have matching nail polish and little tattoos on their wrists (idk if I actually mention it here but just so u have it in ur mind)
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(Cw: lil bit of homophobia in here sorry)
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By the time the train arrived at their station both Barty and Evan had dozed off. Arms wrapping around each other, bodies curled into one another like a jigsaw puzzle. Evan didnât wake up as gently as he fell asleep though because he was woken by Regulus kicking his seat aggressively. Once he finally opened his eyes he turned to face him. He was wearing his headphones, big and black originally but covered in splodges of spray paint from when Barty had offered to âcustomiseâ them for Regulus. Heâd pushed them back though, now that the majority of people has filtered out of the little compartment.
âHurry up and get your stuff.â
Regulus ordered before following Pandora and Dorcas who had already left.
Evan turned and tapped Barty gently to wake him up. Then when that didnât work he shook him till he opened his eyes with a start.Â
It took Barty a moment to realise where he was but even once he did he just grumbled.
âEv donât make me get up, please.â
He pouted, eyes wide and dilated in some kind of cheap attempt at cuteness.
âCome on you know you have to get up baby- Barty!â
Evan gaped, realising his mistake just too late. A slip of the tongue and heâd gone and fucked everything up.
âDâyou just call me baby?â
A grin spread on Bartyâs face and he poked Evan gently and laughed.
âYouâve been single too long Rosier.â
âYou- youâre not mad?â
âWhy would I be mad, baby?â
Barty winked, clicking his tongue as he got up and shuffled past Evan with a wicked smirk.
â˘â˘â˘
Barty was going insane.Â
Evan had called him baby. Baby. And fuck his reaction had been visceral. But likeâŚin a good way? It made him want to bite down on something hard but that thing was the muscles on Evanâs arms. Or bruise something but that thing was Evanâs neckâŚwith a hickey or two.Â
Something about the way it had slipped out so naturally, so warmly. It just made Bartyâs heart flutter. Made him want to grab Evan and shake the sense out of him enough to like Barty. Something along the lines of âkiss me, ruin me, dear God Iâm begging you.â Ah well, nothing you canât really do about these kinds of situations except get on with it. Lying was something Barty had gotten very good at from a young age and not stopped since. Some might call it acting but those were the types of people who were just trying to convince themselves they were good and moral. Barty didnât really care enough about that kind of stuff to bother. White lies this and how it contrasts with malicious lies that, like someone trying to section off a gradient in two. You canât, itâs all the same monochrome blur in the end.Â
Barty was lost in this little daydream when he heard Pandora roar.
âWHAT?!â
Now Pandora didnât often roar, maybe laugh maniacally every now and then yes, but yell? Scream? That was never her type of thing. Save for some rare occasions that Barty could probably count on one hand. Pandora yelling meant it was time to stop daydreaming about Evanâs curls or Evanâs hands with their chipped green nail polish or Evanâs fucking tight t shirts. Yeah time to stop thinking about that and listen up. So he did.
âI do not intend to offend anyone by it.â
Riddle raised his hands up defensively with a cheap sleazy smile that immediately made Barty dislike him.
âIâm just saying that this venue prides itself on a distinct lack ofâŚuntoward behaviour. Itâs not a massive deal, I think your lead and backup singers can use separate microphones for two nights of a six month tour.Â
âWhat the fuck man?â
Barty stepped forward immediately hands curling into fists, Riddle was pretty short, he could definitely take him if thatâs what it came to.
âBarty stop, that isnât the right way to solve things. Come on letâs just- letâs come back later ok? See if we can talk to someone else, not this piece of shit.â
Dorcas spat out the last three words as she pulled Barty back to the group.
He was going to argue till he felt Evan put a hand on his shoulder, instead he just left Evan guide him away after the rest of the group.
âWeâll figure it out ok?â
âFucking- Ev we canât play there. Theyâre fucking homophobic.â
âBarty the O2 has been your dream since-â
âI DONT BLOODY CARE!â
âBarty shut the fuck up. I said weâll talk about it and we will, we will figure it out but stop acting like a goddamn CHILD.â
Barty looked over at Evan who had his teeth bared, slightly wild look in his eyes. He was seething too, clearly. Just more mature than Barty.
âOk, yeah.â
He breathed in.
âIâm sorry Ev.â
âHey itâs alright. Itâs just important the band shows a united front against this you know? We canât split up or in fight because then, well then we all lose.â
âYeah. Yeah youâre right Rosie. But we will do something.â
âI promise you theyâre not getting away with this.â
Evan nodded. He tossed a hand over Bartyâs shoulder, pulling him in just a little bit closer as they walked. Barty wasnât complaining.Â
â˘â˘â˘
âYou donât get it Marls, we canât just not play the O2. Weâd lose way too much money off it, probably too much to be able to continue with the rest of the tour. Plus venues will think weâre unreliable and might cancel or pull out. Riddle is such a fucking dick, he only told us when we went there for a tech practice literally today.â
âFuck yeah thatâs shitty.â
Marlene was sat next to Barty on the floor of his hotel room, helping him repaint his nails. The entire band had them matching, a bright toxic green, his had started to fade though.Â
âWhat if you justâŚignore them? Do it anyway?â
âYeah, yeah. Itâs not like they can drag us off stage mid performance.â
âNot without exposing their homophobia.â
âStillâŚI wanna make a statement. Something big you know? Show them they canât straight wash us.â
Marlene looked up at Barty, eyes twinkling mischievously.
âI might have an idea then.â
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Evan was sat in an alcove in the hotel corridor watching Regulus patiently braid and unbraid Pandoraâs hair on the sofa opposite him. It calmed them both down whenever they were stressed. And Barty and Marlene, locked up together in Bartyâs hotel room. Both raging homosexuals dead set on never following rules talking amongst themselves just before the biggest gig of the bandâs history? Yeah that was a reason to be stressed. Thatâs when he heard the tell tale clump of Bartyâs docs down the corridor. And he was walking with purpose.
As soon as he came into view Evan noticed the way his eyebrows were knotted together yet his eyes were glimmering with excitement. Evan had no clue what Barty was going to say next but it wasnât that.
âMarlene thinks I should kiss you.â
Barty announced and Evan dropped his jaw, staring at him agape.
âWhat?â
âAnd I agree with her.â
âWhat?â
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pt4 probs gonna come soon bc I swear this fic has a life of its own
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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Ch. 19
Fic Teaser: While on a routine mission for Cid, the Bad Batch encounter a woman fleeing from the Empire. Crosshair suspects her seemingly free-spirited, nomadic existence is actually a cover for something else, but struggles to keep his attraction toward her in check as their personalities and ideals clash.
Relevant tags/content warnings: Crosshair/Original Female Character, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Periodic Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use
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Chapter 19 summary: Dara's secret is revealed.
âShe could not have accessed any information on the clone base or your recent whereabouts from the nav computers. I am certain that she could not bypass my security protocols within that length of time,â Tech reassured Rex. The goggled clone was the only one gathered who seemed unperturbed, so certain was he that Dara could not have discovered anything that would be dangerous for them.
Rex was frowning, brow furrowed. He had already sent Howzer and Gregor back to base to make sure everything was squared away and they were ready to evacuate in case it became necessary, but he was still concerned that they had just been compromised. âYou all know Dara better than I doâwhat do you think? Should we confront her with what we know?â
Hunter shook his head. âIâm not sure. Weâve had our suspicions about her for a while, but sheâs always been able to explain away anything unusual. Sheâs too good a liarâa direct confrontation might not be productive.â
âAnd she knows now that Omega is on Pabu,â Wrecker pointed out guiltily. He looked uncharacteristically worried, his usually lighthearted nature now weighed down by a storm cloud. âIf we donât find out whatâs going on soon, the kid could be in danger.â
âWell, we know from watching her on Ord Mantell that sheâs keeping in communication with someone,â Echo noted. âIf we manage to find out who, we might learn more about her loyalties.
Behind his goggles, Techâs eyes gleamed with intrigue. âI do have a little project Iâve been working on that might help. I should have enough time to complete it on the return journey.â
Hunter and Rex shared determined nods. âSounds like a plan,â the Captain agreed. âBe careful.â
âWe will, Rex,â Hunter assured him, clasping his forearm. âWeâll let you know what we find out.â
As the others shared goodbyes with Rex, Hunter approached Crosshair, who was standing a little aside from the group, gritting his teeth against a toothpick so hard it was liable to snap in half any moment. The Sergeant grasped his brotherâs shoulder comfortingly.
âIâm sorry, Crosshair,â Hunter murmured. âI know you were just starting to trust her. I hopeâŚâ he hesitated a moment, not sure what else he could say.
Crosshair shrugged him off, looking away. âItâs fine,â he said quietly. âItâs long past time we find out what sheâs hiding, anyway.â
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The trip back to Ord Mantell felt interminable. Crosshair, certain that Dara would attribute his behavior to their spat from the night before, made no effort to disguise his foul mood. Wrecker, on the other hand, was so worried that he would give away their suspicionsâhe was a terrible liar and a worse actorâhat he locked himself in the bunkroom pretending to sleep the entire time. Echo and Tech sequestered themselves in the cockpit working on Techâs project. Luckily, Dara didnât seem particularly companionable either, and spent most of the journey quietly watching the lights of hyperspace pass by while weaving her leather cords together.
âWeâre just gonna deliver the goods to Cid, if you have anything you need to do today,â Hunter informed Dara gruffly upon landing.
Dara smiled. âYeah, I have a few errands. Meet you at the bar later!â She gave them all a quick wave over her shoulder as she exited the hangar.
Tech burst into action as soon as she was out of sight. âHere,â he announced, shoving a small device into Crosshairâs hands. âFor listening in. This button turns it on; this dial locates the desired conversation.â
With a nod, the sniper took his usual route to the rooftops to pursue Dara through the streets. He didnât have to keep a close eye on her; he was certain she would be headed to Old Ord Salvage. Sure enough, a short time later he was watching through his scope as she entered the little shop. He activated the device and routed the feed to his helmet, fiddling with a knob to scan among the sounds it was picking up until he heard her voice.
ââhere to pick up a special order for Tarr Puloc.â
âRight this way,â the shopkeeper replied. A few moments passed before he heard someone else speak.
âDara. I know that you know itâs dangerous to talk directly, so I also know that this must be important. Do you need an extraction?â She was communicating via holo; the deep, masculine voice of her contact sounded familiar to him.
âNothing like that. Iâm safe, but I have some information that we urgently need to discuss,â Dara replied. Despite the urgency she professed, her tone was matter-of-fact, a woman used to reporting in.
âGo ahead,â her interlocutor permitted. Reporting in to a superior, perhaps?
âI mentioned in my first message that I ran into some complications during the last operation and needed to lay low. Well, I got the data, but they caught on to me faster than I expected. Barely made it off world and the shuttle I stole got damagedâcouldnât make it back to my ship. Somebody out there must have it out for me, because I crash-landed right next to an Imperial outpost. I was almost done for, but a squad of mercenaries picked me up right in the nick of time. Said they were former clone troopers.â
Crosshairâs stomach was doing strange things. It had been all morning, since Hunter told them what he had witnessed, but now it was jolting as aggressively as his mind was leaping to conclusions.
âWhat do you mean said they were clone troopers?â the contact questioned skeptically. âIsnât a clone trooper obviously a clone trooper? Hard to hide when you all have the same face.â
âThatâs just the thingâthey were different. Different heights, different weights, different faces.â
âClone Force 99. Havenât come across them in a while, but Iâd heard they were still operating.â The callerâs voice darkened. Crosshair wracked his brain for why that tone struck such a chord with him, how he knew itâespecially since, evidently, it was someone who knew the squad.
âThatâs them,â Dara confirmed. âBy the time we arrived somewhere with a spaceport, it had been long enough that, if I was tracked, my ship was already being watched. So I decided to tag along with them and find out more. I thought they might be a connection to something I kept hearing about. My sources have been saying that rogue clones are popping up all over. Theyâre getting organized. I think itâs worth establishing contact.â
âAbsolutely not.â The reply was immediate and brooked no disagreement. âToo risky. The clones are the ones who handed the Republic over to the Empire. We canât trust them.â
Dara was insistent. âThat was then. Things have changed. We need the allies, and we need their information. Listen, Sawâitâs Rex. Captain Rex. Heâs in touch with the Batch, heâs the one leading the anti-Imperial clone network.â
Crosshair tensed at the name of her contact, his stomach now tumbling off a cliff only to splat at the bottom. Thatâs why he sounded familiar; she was speaking with Saw Gerrera. Saw, whose rebels had originally been trained by Rex and the Jedi to fight back against the Separatists on Onderon. Whose rebels were now engaging in targeted strikes against the Empire.
And Dara was one of them.
Saw was caught off guard. âRex⌠I thought he was dead.â
âWe were with him not one rotation ago,â Dara elaborated. âHe didnât recognize me, but it was him. My ability to gather intel was limitedâtheyâre still keeping me on the outside of a lot of things, not all of them trust me. I think itâs time to lay our cards on the table.â
âNo,â Saw ordered. âFor now, do nothing. Stay with them, win their trust, and continue to collect whatever info you can. If you can find out where theyâre based or scope out the size of their network, even better. When we know more, then we can decide if we want to broach a tentative alliance.â
Dara sounded irritated, but did not argue. âFine. Iâll send you periodic updates.â
âWhat about the girl? She still with them?â Saw probed.
Crosshair held his breath. At this point, Dara had at least heard mention of Omega and Pabu; Saw would be able to use the information to track them down, or as leverage. It was all he could do to keep still, rather than go running to Cidâs to insist that they needed to get Omega back with them where she would be safe, now.
âWhat girl?â Daraâs voice didnât even falter. Was it possible she hadnât made the connection, with what sheâd heard?
âThe little blonde. Omega,â Saw clarified. This was it.
âThereâs no girl. Maybe they parted ways.â
Crosshair was flooded with relief. She knew, but she wasnât saying anything. Perhaps she was waiting to learn more.
âHmm.â Sawâs tone, always stern, became somehow even more serious. âDaraâjust be careful. Donât trust anyone. The Batch turned on the Empire soon after the Order, but not all of them. Jolla and the othersâlater, we found outâthat was their sniper.â
Saw must have disconnected; the only sound Crosshair heard for the next moment was Daraâs sharp inhale of breath at the news. Then a heavy metallic clatter suddenly sounded on the frequency, followed by a furious shriek:
âFUUUUUUCK!â
This time, he thought, Dara was really going to try to kill him.
Crosshair wasnât surprised to hear Saw mention him. One of his ragtag groups, fighters and civilians alike, were the first ones he had killed in the early weeks after his inhibitor chip was activated, but they were not the last. Even after his chip was removed, he had continued following the Empireâs orders without questionâat least, for a while. Now that he had defected and reconciled with his brothers, he mostly tried not to think about it.
Somehow, he didnât think Dara would be willing to ignore this part of his past.
Wasting no time, Crosshair hurried back to Cidâs parlor to report what he had discovered. He knew Dara couldnât be trusted. Sheâd been surveilling them. Lying about who she was, keeping a careful lid on her thoughts and feelings, collecting information that she could report back to her leader. He never should haveâ
He forcibly interrupted the thought when entered the bar to find his brothers gathered, looking even more serious than when he had left them.
âSheâs with Saw Gerrera,â Crosshair growled distastefully.
The Batch had told him of their encounters with the rebel and his Partisans while he had still been with the Empire. Once the man had a goal in mind, he wouldnât alter his course, no matter the circumstances or the potential collateral damage. Their run-ins had resulted in a few close calls for the squad. Crosshairâs motto while with the EmpireââIâm willing to do what needs to be doneââwould not have been entirely uncharacteristic coming from Gerrera.
The squadâs reactions were mixed, including at least one jaw dropped and multiple scowls and furrowed eyebrows, but Echo seemed thoughtful. He didnât care for some of Gerreraâs methods, but the cyborgâs dedication to the clone network made him the most sympathetic to the rebelâs aims.
âWell, at least sheâs not with the Empire,â he acknowledged. âShe could be a good point of contact for Rex to make with Gerrera.â
Crosshair was cynical, as always, and still infuriated. âHe told her to stay and report back on us and Rex. Sheâs been spying on us this whole time! She may not be our enemy, but that doesnât make her an ally,â he argued. Â Â
âIâŚcanât believe she lied to us,â Wrecker lamented, sounding deeply hurt. The Sergeant, for his part, was brooding silently. Like Crosshair, he held little regard for those who put his family at risk.
Behind his goggles, Tech looked as though he were assessing every possible variable, judging all the outcomes; Crosshair could practically see the gears turning in his head.
âDara could potentially be a key source of information for Rex,â Tech suggested. âIf she has been spying on us, then it stands to reason that she has access to knowledge on Gerreraâs operation. Now that we are aware, we would simply have to find a way to prevent her from gathering more intelligence while obtaining some of our own.â
âWhat are you proposing?â Hunter asked suspiciously.
Tech shrugged. âThat we take her prisoner and interrogate her.â
The others opened their mouths all at once, but before they could erupt into a debate, they were interrupted by a steady beeping from Techâs datapad. Adjusting his goggles, Tech glanced down, his eyes widening slightly at the message.
âAh. It appears that Omega has grown tired of waiting for us. It seems she took it upon herself to arrange passage off-world shortly after our last call. Rex reports that she has just arrived at his base flying her own transport. Apparently a quite decent one, at that.â
âShe what?!â Hunter exploded.
Tech seemed almost proud. âYes. She indicated that she won it gambling. With pirates.â
âThatâs awesome!â Wrecker cheered, mood brightening considerably.
Echo groaned. âWeâre raising a criminal.â
Hunter touched a hand to his temple as though he had a headache developing. âWe need to get to Omega. Letâs just go. Forget about Dara.â
It was at that unfortunate moment that the woman herself came strolling through the door of Cidâs bar, announcing herself with a âHello, boys!â Her expression was bright and cheery. It barely wavered as she found herself staring down the barrels of five blasters. She looked from one to the other as each of the brothers clicked over to the stun setting. Slowly, she raised both hands.
âDonât even think about it,â Crosshair growled. He had seen her fake a surrender only to pull her concealed blaster twice now, and he wasnât likely to forget it.
Dara held her hands out further in front of her, making it clear she wasnât going for her weapons. Her eyes looked amused and dangerous all at once. âWell, boys, I suppose it had to come to an end sometime, but it was fun while it lasted.â She began backing away slowly. âIâll just be on my way, and youâll never hear from me again.â
âI donât think so.â Crosshair hadnât gotten to weigh in on the idea of interrogating Dara, but he didnât want to risk having her expose Omega and their connection to Pabu. He took a step toward her.
Cid chose that rather inconvenient moment to exit her office into the main area of the bar. âWhat in Sith hells is all this?â she exclaimed.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Dara dove suddenly, knocking over a rickety table for cover, and pulled her blaster, firing stun shots to force the squad to scatter. It was a desperate moveâshe knew by now that the Batch were much more competent than stormtroopersâbut she was only a few feet inside the door. If she managed to make it out, she could lose them in the crowded streets.
The Batch found their own cover as the two sides exchanged blasts, neither able to land a hit. In the background, Cid accompanied them with a nonstop chorus of shrieks about the damage they were inflicting on her bar. Dara glanced quickly toward the door, evaluating the distance and her options for escape.
Dara had learned a lot about the Batch in the weeks prior, but she didnât count on Wreckerâs size increasing his resistance to stuns. He charged forward, catching one, two of her shots to the chest, but still easily lifted the table she was sheltering behind and threw it across the room. Demonstrating an impressive agility, she managed to dodge the large man and the blasts the others aimed at her as she landed another stun to his back and leapt over the bar counter. Wrecker fell to his knees, not quite out of commission, but still swaying as he struggled to remain upright.
With Dara pinned down behind the bar, there was a moment of silence as Hunter signaled to his squad. Then the exchange of blasts resumed momentarily, dissipating harmlessly against the wall above the bar, as Hunter and Crosshair covered Echo and Tech so they could help drag Wrecker out of the way.
âWe just want to talk,â the Sergeant called out when the lull resumed. âWhy donât you come out and we can clear things up?â
Dara was quiet, no doubt strategizing her escape. Then a smoke grenade came hurtling over the bar. Poncho pressed tightly over her nose and mouth to help filter some of the smoke, she ran blindly in the direction of the door.
The last thing she saw before she was stunned was Crosshairâs scowling face above her.
âI told you sheâd end up shooting at us eventually,â Crosshair murmured darkly as he watched her collapse.
Next chapter
Author's note: And there it is! Let me know in the reblogs if you predicted at all where this was going.
I feel like the direction I am taking with Saw Gerrera may be somewhat controversial among the fandom. I know he's pretty much universally reviled for his role in Tech's death. However, remember that, in this story's narrative, Crosshair manages to return to the Batch instead of going to Tantiss after Mayday's death, preventing that series of events. Additionally, I find Saw to be a really fascinating character in a political sense--I think in some ways his characterization is symptomatic of the US cultural tendency to portray anarchist leftists as making extreme, even irrational decisions for the sake of undermining the validity of many of the ideologies that they profess. Then again, based among my experiences in leftist organizing, I think Saw embodies a lot of true and shitty characteristics of some people on the left. I'll still be characterizing him true to canon here, so he'll make some of those incredibly shitty decisions, but I hope to use these ideas to explore more why he is the way he is and have his interactions with Dara add some nuance to the politics and motivations of the Partisans.
ANYWAY. We've now reached a part of the story that I have had drafted for a long time, so I'm planning on posting two chapters a week for a little while as we examine the fall out from this reveal! How is Crosshair going to deal with this revelation? What will they do with Dara? When will Omega finally enter this story? WHEN WILL THERE FINALLY BE SMUT??? It's all coming up!
Tag list: @stardusthuntress @skellymom @megmegalodondon @somewhere-on-kamino
Thanks again to @cloneflo99 for the amazing banner!!!
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Soul Stones: Long Distance
âIt feels like itâs been forever since youâve held me in your arms, and your trip is only halfway over. Honestly, I have no idea how people in long distance relationships can stand it.â The texts and calls helped alleviate some of the longing, but it was still rough knowing that Oliver was hours and hours away. Oliver wasnât out to his parents, so when they told him about their plan to send him on vacation to Singapore for an entire month, he couldnât really protest without raising suspicion. They were only going to pay for his ticket, and there was no way Iâd be able to afford the trip on my own.
I placed my boyfriend on speakerphone so that I could scroll Instagram while we spoke. âAt least everything is going fine over on my end. Same old boring life. My work gets done, my boss doesnât hate me... could be worse. What about you, howâs your trip? If itâs even as half as good as these photos, it must be sweet.â
âHeh, yeah... itâs so gorgeous out here, Brian. Like, part of me says that I should be lying to you so that you donât feel bad that youâre missing out, but... dude, weâve gotta come back here later.  I even managed to make a few friends with some guys who are also on vacation.â
I couldnât help but laugh.  âOh, you managed, did you? Yeah, Iâm sure it was so hard for the extroverted socialite to make friends.â
âYeah, yeah, shut up...â he said, in that voice he uses when he knows Iâm right. I could picture his blushing, and it was just entirely too cute.  âBut like, there wasnât a guarantee there would be people my age here. Iâm gonna count it as a win. Besides, you would not BELIEVE some of the people Iâve met. Like, this guy, Alfie? Heâs the one Iâve tagged in a few of my other photos, and... well, I donât want to ruin the surprise I mailed you.â
It was my turn to start blushing.  âOllie!  You didnât have to do that, what the heck? Youâre on vacation, youâre supposed to be enjoying yourself! You donât need to send me anything.â
âWell too bad, I sent it to you anyway.â Oliver had quickly shifted back to his normal smug self, which I had to admit was part of his charm. âSpeaking of which-- have you checked your mail today? The tracking slip says it should have arrived by now. I think itâs small enough that they were able to put it in your mailbox.â
Sure enough, there was a small bubble-wrapped envelop waiting for me in my mailbox. Inside was a brown, marbled stone covered with intricate carved runes. âOliver, itâs beautiful. Whatâs the story behind it? I didnât expect Singapore to be known for its--â
There was a sudden lurch, and I suddenly found myself staring into the face of Oliverâs friend. That would have been weird enough, but it was clearly a mirror that I was staring at.
âItâs a body swapping stone,â Oliver said, coming up behind me and resting his hand on my shoulder.  âWell, a pair of swapping stones. I didnât believe it either, until Alfie showed me how they worked. It was his idea, obviously. He doesnât need them anymore, and so he gifted them to me when I told him about our long distance situation. I figure you and Alfie can swap bodies Friday night, swap back sometime Sunday afternoon, and we can just... do that for a few weeks until the trip is over. And Iâll be taking mine home with me at the end of the trip, in case we ever need them again.â
I found myself running my hands along the ridges and curves of my new skin-- surprisingly soft new skin, I had to admit.  âAnd Alfie is... fine with this? I mean, it sounds like swapping bodies every week was his idea, but like... He knows what weâre going to be doing to his body, right?â
âOf course, Brian. As long as I have permission to do the same in yours,â said the voice over the phone. I recognized it as the sound of my voice-- or, my bodyâs voice, I suppose-- though hearing from the outside was incredibly weird. It made sense that heâd be on the line, it wasnât like I had hung up on him. âOliver volunteered your body for me to use, but itâs not cool of me do to anything unless you tell me itâs okay.â
I hadnât even considered that, to be honest. Granted, I was the only person who didnât know that body swapping was possible a few minutes ago. âYeah, of course, dude. Just, you know... use a condom, donât drive my car if youâre hammered, that sort of thing. And I guess Iâd rather you drive downtown if youâre looking for a random hookup, just so that you donât run into anyone I know. Outside of that... good grief, Alfie. Youâre doing us a huge favor! I canât believe youâre just giving us these things.â
âHey, Iâm just glad someone is able to get good use out of those things,â he said.  âI havenât used them in several months, and... well, I donât really need them anymore. I bought them for cheap, so itâs whatever. Just... do me a solid, and give them away if you see someone who could use âem.â
âYeah, I think we can manage that,â Oliver said, looking over at my face. Now that the shock had worn off, I was already starting to get horny-- clearly he was feeling the same way.  âThanks again, Alfie, talk to you later!â He hung up, tossed his phone onto a nearby bed, and swept me up into his arms. If this is what our long distance relationship will look like? I think we can manage.
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Arthur Morgan (Modern Headcannons) What heâs like without kids
Okay, this was a request from @mrsarthurmorgan7 Who wanted to see what Arthur would be like if the reader didnât want kids
We all know how our loving cowboy is with kids, so we have to see what the other side of the coin is obviously!Â
Warnings!: NSFW as always lmao, arthur being fluffy, maybe a little bit of angst? Not too much no one panic lololol Female ReaderÂ
Tags: @kieropal @photo1030 @cantchoosejust1 @6kaja9â
Okay party people lets do this!Â
Ok
So
Arthur is obviously a little bit more of a family oriented guy, and I think thatâs mainly because he was just always surrounded by a big family, after he was adopted that is
That hand he just loves babiesÂ
But
when it comes time to talk about having kids
and you tell him that youÂ
A: Cannot have kidsÂ
or B: Do not want kids
DO NOT FEAR
it is not a deal breaker for him
Heâll probably be a little shocked at first, because he thinks youâre great with JackÂ
And heâs probably kinda upset because he thinks that youâd look amazing pregnant
but he loves you
and respects you
because he drinks respect women juice
Granted he will be a little sad because of it, but he isnât going to make you feel guilty for it
He understands that if you canât have kids thatâs not your fault in any way shape or form, you cannot control that whatsoever and in no way is he going to make you feel as though it is.
He also understands that not everyone wants to have kids, and thatâs okay too
Again, heâll probably be a little sad that you donât want kids with him, but, heâll get over it eventually
He loves you and respects you, so even if he might want some, he is okay not having any
plus to him that means he can have more alone time with you, and he can spend all the time he wants to spend loving you.
No kids means more date nights, and more....ya knowÂ
It also means that he can walk around naked in the house without panicking that heâs gonna scar his children for life.
Plus, even if heâs a family oriented guy, you are his family, and he get all his love he needs from you!Â
And ya know, Dutch and Co.
You can fill that hole in his heart happily
Without kids, you have less responsibilities too, which is nice on both of you, less bills to pay, and more money to go on vacationÂ
Now, listen here
just because you donât want kids, or dont have any
does not mean he will not enjoy the act of how theyâre createdÂ
And without kids around
heâs got plenty of time, and literally the entire house to fuck you as he pleases
He loves to be intimate with you all the time
He loves you so much
I mean
He comes home and kisses you on the cheek, then the neck, then the shoulder, and then heâll slide his hands under your shirt and bring them up to your breasts quietly
Heâll mutter in your ears the whole time
Asking you how your day was
but also calling you his beautiful girl
His wonderful wife
amazing woman
His woman
He enjoys everything he does with youÂ
He loves kissing you, holding you
His favorite thing to do is come home and catch you by surprise though
If youâre in the shower when he gets home heâll come into the bathroom and just strip down without a word
heâs covered in oil and grease anyway so he needs to shower anyhow.
heâll slip in behind you, usually scaring you because heâs literally dead silent
and heâll just kiss you on the neck, and start cleaning you up
âHow was work today?â
âIt was fine until you nearly gave me a heart attack just now!â
âIâm a big guy, I ainât that hard to miss Darlinâ, ainât my fault if you donât pay attention to your surroundinâs.âÂ
He also wants to convince you to get a dogÂ
since you donât have kids he will TOTALLY want a dog named Mayhem
Heâll want either a German Shepard or a HuskyÂ
Hell both!Â
Heâd even ask for cats too!Â
He loves all kinds of animalsÂ
So heâll be happy to have them!Â
If you do get dogs he loves to see you cuddle up with them, itâs the cutest thing ever to him
He lets the dogs sleep in the bed sometimes
(You hate it because they nearly kick you off the bed sometimes but you love him too much to tell him to stop)Â
He never gets upset with the dogs at all, well, that is unless they start to come bother you while heâs trying to make love to youÂ
âGet the hell outta here dog! Donât I spend enough time with you, leave us be!âÂ
He does love his days when he gets to babysit Jack, however, sometimes after his bad days he REALLY understands why you donât want kids
Jack causes him all kinds of issues, on certain days of course, other times heâs an angel, but sometimes heâs like a DEVILÂ
Heâll throw tantrums and wreck your home, and Arthur literally canât figure out how to calm him down
This is when he was younger of course
but those bad days really make him happy to turn Jack loose back to his parents rather than him having to worry about dealing with him all the time
Not to say that heâd hate any kids that he would have
thats not it at all, and he doesnât hate jack either
but he is glad that itâs not an extra expense the two of you have as well as not having to worry about him fucking up as a parent, because sometimes Jack makes him wonder if heâd be that great with the way his temper rises so quickly
Arthur comes home with gifts for you all the time btw
Heâll tell youÂ
âCome out to the truck I got somethinâ for youâ
And youâll be confused as hell because like
you hate it when he buys you gifts
itâs money he doesnât need to spend
but of course
he loves you to no end and other than your bills (Which he makes sure are completely covered before buying anything) you have nothing that needs money for
so he buys you gifts all the time
youâll come out to the truck and heâll have a whole ass pine cabinet in the truck bed for you
and itâs beautiful and youâve been looking at it for a while
so he literally justÂ
read your mindÂ
Heâll get you smaller gifts and things too obviously
flowers
clothes
necklaces
he loves to buy you video games too
because he plays them with you
even though heâs really bad at themÂ
(He thinks heâs bad at all technology and to be fair he kinda is unless heâs used it forever lmao)
So heâll come home with a bunch of video games to play with you
or watch you play
sometimes he likes to sit down with some popcorn and just sit and watch you play story games
like
Elden Ring?Â
Heâll watch you play that for hours, he loves all the magic and like knights and things
Hes huge into the medieval stuff
Heâs also big into the cowboy stuff, cause heâs a modern day cowboy lol, and the closest game heâs ever brought home that was cowboy-esk was The Last Of Us
WhichÂ
He LOVES Joel, he relates to him SO much
(You love joel for another reason but you still think Arthur is hotter than him)
He likes Days Gone By too, he forces you to have a game night with him at least once a week
Which you donât mind cause he cuddles up next to you and gets totally engrossed in the game at hand
like
he just
is completely engulfed
if you pause the game he gets mad
usually the game nights last until the early morning hours and the two of you have a great time playing together
and usually the day after both of you have the day off and you just sleep in until about 1pmÂ
He loves Yellowstone, and at least once a week you guys catch up on episodes, and you love to see how excited he gets
and your favorite thing is when he calls certain characters bitches
or fucks
or dumbasses
he also loves any and all moves with Sam Elliot in themÂ
and he watches them all the time
heâll clean dishes from the kitchen and lean around the wall to watch the show
Like I mentioned earlier he loves to take you on vacation, since the two of you donât have kids you donât have anything to worry about in terms of expenses
therefore
you have enough extra money to go places
he takes you places youâve never been to
anywhere you want
if theres a state youâve always wanted to visit
thatâs where he takes you
or an event?
Maybe he even takes you to meet some of your favorite actors and actresses
it all depends on you!Â
Heâll take you anywhere, especially since you two can save up the money
The vacations are always fun
you see attractions your interested in
but you also see plenty of your bedroom too
Like
A lot of your bedroom
And he loves to take you swimming when itâs available
He just likes to see you in a swimsuit
Speaking of the hanky panky
Heâs extremely careful
because if you can have kids but donât want to
he isnât gonna sit there and like âtrickâ you into like having kids, he might want them a little bit but he isnât like that
so heâs extremely careful to make sure you donât fall pregnant if youâre physically able
He always pulls out, if heâs able to
of course the two of you wear protection for the most part and youâre on birth control
if he canât pull out in time he always buys you a Plan B pill after
which
controversial topic to some people
he believes that a woman should have rights to her body
if you want an abortion that is your business and your choice, he doesnât know what itâs like to be pregnant
he believes that you should do what you feel is right
and of course
a part of him pings because that could become a baby but he isnât someone who says âThats a full baby you canât do thatâ
If it comes to that he will fully support your decision on what you do
again
he believes its your body
your choice
heâs a very supportive husband
If anyone were to get in your way for something like that heâd literally fight someone
He is here to make sure youâre happy and healthy, and heâs happy if youâre happy
He literally loves you so much
He canât put it into words even
Okokokok This is another kind of short one
I really struggled for some reason with this one! (Probably cause I myself would like children in the future but thats nothing against anyone who doesnât!)Â
If by any chance anyone would like more of these please let me know and Iâll do my best to dig into it deeper!Â
I hope you do like these though!!
#rdr2#rdr2 community#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption 2 drabble#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#modern arthur morgan
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đ˘ đđđ§'đ đĄđđĽđŠ đŚđ˛đŹđđĽđ
for the đđđđđŽđđĄđđ collab <3
summary: you've always been fond of your step-brother, jean, despite how much he tries to avoid spending time with you. he finally reaches his breaking point when he sees you talking to eren, though.
warnings: step-cest, slight manipulation (reader), possessive behavior, teasing + edging, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), degradation, rough sex, creampie, jean is a good boy and reader is a fiend
author's note: i hope everyone likes this!!! i'm thinking about creating a step-cest series, let me know who should be next! tagging the lovely @yeagerslut & sending a big thank you for creating this collab! <3
Jean can never really peel his eyes away from you, no matter how hard he tries. At first it was subtle glances, like staring at the exposed skin of your supple thighs from his place beside his mom, when she was first introducing you and your father to him.
His first thought, besides the fact that itâll be nice to have a sibling in the house with him every once in a while, is that your dress is incredibly short. So short that he wonders how youâre allowed to leave the house in something like that. If it was up to him, he wouldnât let you, thatâs for sure.
He quickly remembers that itâs not up to him, and that itâs not his place to be worrying about the length of your hem. Jean tries to suppress the strange, sudden burning feeling in his chest when he thinks about you wearing something as short as that when he has his friends over. No, that wonât be allowed.
Heâll have to tell someone about it, at some point, because he canât stand the unusual jealousy he feels stirring at the idea of one of his friends looking at you while youâre wearing that.
His thoughts are cut short when his mother tells you two to get acquainted, while your dad and her head to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Jean almost doesnât want them to leave, doesnât want to be left alone with you and those legs and that dress, but he doesnât have any say in the matter.
Your first words to your new step-brother are carefully calculated. In fact, you've been deciding everything carefully. The way you did your hair, the dress youâve chosen thatâs much too short for a family dinner but itâs not like someone can stop you, even the pink lip gloss you reapplied in the car before entering the house. Everything has its purpose, its place, with one goal in mind: see how long it takes for Jean to crack.
âIâm so excited to finally have a big brother, Jean!â you let out in a cheerful, chirpy voice that doesnât match your insidious thoughts at all. You close the bridge separating you two with a few steps, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a hug.
Itâs so sudden, so unforeseen that he stumbles a little, letting his tall figure be pulled by your efforts and arms wrapping around your waist for support. And before he knows it, the sweet smell of your perfume is invading all his senses and leaving him with nothing to think about except you.
He takes it all in, the lingering scent of shampoo in your hair, something fruity, he thinks off-hand, the feel of your soft skin on the back of his neck, your cheek against his, but especially the way your breasts feel against his chest.
He pulls away before you want him to, and you begrudgingly allow him to, recognizing what a challenge itâll be. But youâre always up for a challenge.
The first few months pass by in the blink of an eye for you, and dragging on and on for him. Jean tries to avoid interactions with you since that first meeting, but itâs hard to when youâre living in the same house as him. Even harder when your bedroom is right next to his, his mother offering up his assistance to help you move boxes and get settled while she and her new husband go out to dinner.
Itâs ridiculous, the way he flushes bright red when he opens boxes and suitcases filled with clothing he doesnât want to look at, all short skirts and sun-dresses and delicate panties that he tries and fails not to stare at.
You keep your gaze away, knowing exactly which suitcase you had given him to unpack, while you organize books on the shelves of the room and sort knick-knacks.
âWonât it be nice sharing a wall?â you comment, adjusting a frame on your nightstand and not meeting Jeanâs eyes. âI think itâll be fun to have you so close.â
Jean chokes on the water he was drinking, gasping for air and trying to process your words all at once, when you finally turn around and smile. A smile that he thinks should be illegal, given the way itâs innocence personified when youâre actually a little devil.
He leaves a little bit after that, calling out that heâs not hungry when you knock on his door for dinner, but you donât miss the way he sounds breathless, or the panties missing from your drawers.
Every challenge gets easier, right?
It doesnât take long for your behavior to get a little out of hand, especially when the two of you have so much alone time together. Your parents are gone all the time, frequenting dinner parties and double dates, and not coming back until late at night.
Jean tries his best to keep away. While he had once been the friend whose house was always available for sleepovers, movie nights, and the like, he was now keeping everyone away. Every time your parentsâ car left the driveway, Jean followed suit, either hopping into Connieâs Jeep or walking the short distance to Sashaâs place and leaving you alone.
He was hoping no one would notice, but of course someone did, and of course that someone was Eren.
âWe canât do my place again,â Sasha says, absentmindedly reaching for the bag of chips which Connie yanks out of her reach. âMy dadâs having people over.â A swat to the back of Connieâs head gets her back the snack quickly.
âHow come we canât do Jeanâs place like usual?â Eren asks, reclining back in his seat and enjoying the panicked expression on Jeanâs face. âThere something wrong with that new sister of yours?â Jean chokes back a cough.
âNo.â
âDoes she always have friends over, or something?â
âNo.â
âThen itâs settled,â Eren says, bringing his hands together. âJeanâs place it is.â Shit, Jean. Better come up with something quick.
âWe- we canât do my place!â he sputters out much too loudly, meeting the gaze of every person in the room.
âAny reason why, Jean-bo?â Eren asks.
âI- we- what if sheâs not okay with having a bunch of loud-mouthed idiots sleeping over?â Shitty, but itâs the best he can think of when heâs so concerned with keeping everyone away from you.
If you behave like that with parents in the house, how are you gonna behave with his friends around? He doesnât wanna take the chance to find out.
âHow about you call and ask, dumb-ass?â Connie suggests, shoving his phone at him and waiting with a confused look. Jean lets out a defeated sigh, knowing how this phone call will go.
Your loud, chirpy âIâm perfectly fine with that, silly! Iâve been waiting to meet your friends..â can be heard through the phone and answers Erenâs question.
Jean searches for a reason, any reason really, to keep this sleepover from happening, but realizes that heâs failed miserably when all his friends appear, clad with pillows and overnight bags, on his front door. âSo,â Eren begins, with a wolfish grin on his face that Jean wants to punch right off, âWhereâs the sister? Itâs only polite to say hi, right?â
As if youâd been waiting for the cue, you poke your head out from the living room, that very same innocent and sweet smile gracing your face.
âHi,â you, stepping out to greet his friends in the foyer. âItâs so nice to meet you all.â
Jean immediately regrets the fact that he never had that conversation with you about the length of your dresses. It always sat in the back of his head somewhere, though it was incredibly easy to dismiss when you would come sit next to him on the couch, dress riding up frequently and exposing more skin that he somehow always found himself entranced by.
Today the dress of choice is yellow, and though it does, in fact, cover everything it needs to, it doesnât leave much to the imagination either. Jean almost feels like a schoolboy again, blushing at exposed shoulders and thighs, but he canât help it when youâre clinging right to his side as you greet his friends.
âIâm Eren-â
âHi, Iâm Connie-â
âIgnore these two, Iâm Sasha-â All meet each other at once. You let out a laugh at your step-brotherâs funny friends, glancing up to see his expression, but all you see are signs of anger. Your smile dims a little, but picks right back at up when you notice the way Eren looks at you, and the way Jean looks at Eren.
A plan is working itself into creation in your head before you can help it, deviousness taking a hold on you as you smile brightly in favor of Eren over Jean. Your step-brotherâs been keeping his distance all this time, but youâre about ready to force his hand.
You donât miss the way Jeanâs jaw tightens, his hand clenching into a fist at his side as he guides the group to the living room. Your original plan changes quickly, following them into the space and taking your usual place on the couch as you scan the various video games laid out.
âEren, will you sit with me?â you ask in a gentle tone, one that Jean is all too familiar with. âI donât know this game, can I watch you play first?â
âDonât you have work to do, or something?â Jean blurts out without thinking, his only thought centered around getting you out of the room and as far away as he can.
âWhat work? Itâs summer,â you reply, watching your step-brotherâs cheeks turn red.
Youâre not helping matters for Jean, as he watches Eren sit where he usually does, teeth clenched so hard his jaw hurts. He doesnât think he could get more angry, until he notices Erenâs hand move to your knee, squeezing quickly but lingering entirely too long. There must be steam coming out of Jeanâs ears at this point, watching this interaction between you two.
âYeah, Jean, she can stick around to watch. Anything for your little sister, right?â âIâm not that much younger than you guys, you know,â you reply with a laugh, adjusting your position on the sofa and purposefully lifting the skirt of your dress for a second before letting it settle. If someone were looking, which both Jean and Eren were, theyâd catch a glimpse of black panties, and they both did.
Jean is seeing red now, standing up without realizing why, ready to yank Yeager away from you, when the doorbell rings again. It stops Jean in his tracks. âThat must be Marco,â Sasha reminds, looking up from the games to glance at Jean with confusion. âArenât you gonna go get that?â
âY-yeah. Iâll be right back.â Jean locks eyes with you as he leaves the room, and you dejectedly sigh, leaning away from Eren. Itâs no fun to mess around with another guy if Jeanâs not there to see.
He guides Marco into the living room, and you greet him with a quick smile before giving your full attention back to Eren.
The next few hours are fun for you, and unbearable for Jean. Every time he spared a glance to you, you were pouring over Eren, asking questions about the game and insisting on clarification, leaning in much too close and supporting yourself on his shoulder as he explained another trivial rule to you.
Jean didnât like any of it, not the way you laughed sweetly and played with your hair while talking to Eren, not the way your legs were on display and Erenâs sleazy hands kept finding its way back to them, none of it. What he couldnât stand, though, was how you didnât shy away from his touch and found any and every way to keep it going.
Heâs at his limit when you go to your bedroom after dinner to change into pajamas, knowing what to expect from your nightwear. If heâs lucky, youâll pick a big t-shirt and shorts, but heâs seen first-hand the silky slips and cotton sets you prefer to sleep in.
Jean doesnât think he can handle the look on Erenâs face if you come down the stairs wearing one of those, so he lets his anger do the thinking for a minute when the others are fighting over snacks and who gets the couch versus the floor.
Erenâs waiting near the bottom of the stairs, looking at something on his phone when Jean approaches and glances quickly to make sure youâre still in your room.
âYou better knock it off, Yeager, Iâm serious,â he says, trying to contain his anger and keep his voice down. His words come out in a low grumble that he barely recognizes, body stiff and trying his best to intimidate Eren. It doesnât seem to be working. âKnock off what?â Eren questions nonchalantly, amused that his suspicions were proving to be correct. Looks like Jean had a little thing for his step-sister after all.
Jeanâs eyes unwittingly flit to the top of the stairs again, before he forces his gaze back to Eren, but the quick gesture isnât missed by his so-called friend.
âOh, I see. You want me to stop being so buddy-buddy with your step-sister, huh? You better tell that to her first, you know. Sheâs been all over me since the minute I met her.â
The sly smirk playing on his lips only makes Jean want to cave his face in all the more.
âYou better watch it, you son of a-â Eren clicks his tongue to interrupt Jean.
âCome on now, Jean, you canât really expect me to stop. I mean, itâs not like sheâs my sister, right?â Eren says, with a strange look in his eyes as though he was tempting Jean to blow his cover.
Eren walks away to rejoin everyone in the living room, leaving Jean seething by the stairs and you in your bedroom, pressed against the door and clinging onto every word.
All night you had known Jean was getting agitated by your constant flirting and touchiness with Eren, but he hadnât been close to cracking, or so it seemed. The fact that he even confronted Eren had your heart pounding in your chest, wondering if tonight might finally be the chance you had been waiting for. You hear Jeanâs heavy foot steps walk away, and you decide that itâs all or nothing, now.
You leave your room and close the door gently, dressed in a pink camisole and shorts that were sure to get Erenâs attention for long enough for Jean to finally crack.
Just as you began the descent down the stairs, you heard footsteps coming back and were greeted with Jean at the foot of the stairs.
The look in his eyes was something you hadnât seen before, something entirely different from the reserved, hesitant Jean you had gotten so used to.
No, this Jean was someone else, a mix of want and desire and shame pooling in his pretty eyes, looking at you as though you were the prey he had finally cornered.
Before you know it, Jean is in your bedroom and your back is pressed against the door roughly as his lips stay on yours and refuse to pull away. His tongue is hot in your mouth, and his hands feel as though theyâre burning your skin with the heat they are radiating, groping your ass and the soft skin of your back as he explores your body. All the things heâd wanted to do for these last few months, that heâd forced himself to repress, finally coming out.
You moan into Jeanâs mouth at the sudden feel of his hands on your tits, grabbing blindly and pinching your nipple roughly and suddenly, causing the moan to turn into a loud squeal. Jean clasps his free hand over your mouth.
âShh, now,â he begins, staring into your eyes and making your core heat up uncomfortably as you realize your little challenge was finally over. You feel the wetness between your legs growing, pussy throbbing just at seeing Jean be so dominant for once. âWe don't want anyone to hear, do we?â
You shake your head quickly to answer his question, having completely forgotten about the multiple guests just a floor away. You expect Jean to pull away, to tell you that heâll take care of you after theyâre all gone, some other time, but he doesnât.
He pulls his hand away and leads two fingers to your mouth, guiding them into your willing mouth, latching your lips around them and sucking while swirling your tongue, getting them wet as he wanted.
âYou know how long Iâve wanted this? Huh? Since the day I met you, thatâs how long. And youâre such a fucking tease all the time, you know how unbearable it's been?â Jean says in a deep voice, his eyes observing your mouth continuing its work. You moan around his fingers, wanting to speak but no words come out.
He pulls his fingers away and leads them straight to your throbbing pussy, running one up and down your slit teasingly as you hold back a loud moan.
âP-please, Jean, please do something, I- oh!â Jean shoves the two digits into your tight hole without any warning at all, causing your whole body to shake at the sudden fullness.
âThis is what you wanted, isnât it, you dirty slut? You wanted your big brother to get fed up and fuck you senseless, didnât you? Say it,â he orders, fingers pumping in and out and his hand grazing your clit with every motion, causing you to moan as your body tenses. You can hardly process his words because of the pleasure youâre feeling, but his other hand finding your throat brings you back quickly.
âSay it. I wonât ask again.â
âY-yes, Jean, I-I wanted big brother to fuck me, oh, yes-â You lose your thoughts again as his pace increases, making you squeal again before you clamp your mouth shut to make sure no one hears you. Your stomach is tensing and you know youâre so, so close, one more touch from Jean would have your orgasm washing over you like lightening spreading through your body, when he suddenly stops.
You gasp loudly at the sudden emptiness, feeling your orgasm dissipate as you buck up and clamp down against nothing at all. Jeanâs fingers are in his mouth, tasting your wetness as you try to catch your breath and protest against the way heâs teasing you, but your pleas are met by deaf ears.
âJean,â you moan desperately, clinging to his shoulders, âplease, please, let me cum, please-â
âNo. Filthy sluts that mess around with their big brotherâs friends donât get to cum,â he says gruffly, as you whine again and try to release yourself from his tight grip. Itâs useless since he has you caged in, firm hands on your waist dragging you to the bed and throwing you on top of the soft covers.
âPlease, I promise Iâll be a good girl,â you plead, using your sweetest voice and big. teary eyes to win Jean over, but itâs still useless.
âI said no,â he repeats, hovering over you and his hands finding their way to the bottom of your camisole. He pulls the skimpy top off of you quickly, revealing your tits. Your nipples harden at the sudden cool air, and Jeanâs fingers find them once again, pinching and teasing as you moan into your pillow, desperately bucking your hips up for contact between your legs, to no avail. His hot mouth finds your nipple, flicking with his tongue as his hand plays with the other, before he pulls away quickly.
You whine again at the loss of stimulation, before you see Jean pulling down the band of his grey sweatpants and leaning back against the headboard.
âProve to me that you deserve big brotherâs cock,â he says, revealing his hard dick as it snaps against his stomach. âWith your mouth. Now.â
You donât need to be told twice. You reposition yourself, ass in the air and head at Jeanâs crotch as you stare at his pretty, pink cock with wide eyes. Youâd expected him to be big, but not like this, though you donât have time to dwell on it as he grips it firmly and taps the angry, pink tip against your lips.
You hang your tongue out, spit collecting and falling all over his length before you finally take as much as you can into your mouth, sucking and swirling as your hands move up and down the rest that you canât take.
âJust like that-â Jean begins before breaking into a loud moan. You pop him out of your mouth and keep stroking with your hands as you whisper for him to shush.
âWhat happened to being quiet, and everyone downstairs will hear, and-â Youâre interrupted as Jean grips his cock and shoves it back into your mouth, gagging suddenly at the unexpected movement.
Jean stares at your obedient mouth, following his instructions without any sign of the brat he was so used to. As you cup his balls in your hand, he feels them tighten and knows heâs not gonna last much longer like this. He guides your head away from his cock, admiring the drool and spit on your face and the glassy eyes heâs longed to see.
âJean, I wanna-â
âI donât care what you want, sweetheart,â he says, a false sweetness in his voice thatâs making you feel dizzy. âYouâre gonna ride me now, you got that?â
Jeanâs hands are firmly set on your hips, positioning you just as he wants as you hover above his leaking cock. You grind down quickly, desperate for friction on your throbbing clit, before Jean stops your motions with the tight grip he has on you. âAre you gonna make me repeat myself?â he questions, in a tone that makes you positive that you don't want to make him angry. You shake your head immediately, taking his dick in your hand and lining it up with your wet hole, before slowly sinking down.
âOh, god-!â you let out, before clasping a hand over your mouth. You had never felt quite so full before, the stretching burn making heat course through your whole body, as you bottom out and clench hard. âCome on, baby, you know how long youâve been begging for this? Donât get shy on me now,â Jean says, and you regain your senses slowly. You start moving, up and down, just like he wants and speeding up as you feel your cunt gush against Jean.
Youâre sure to be making a mess, but you can hardly care when your brain feels so cloudy and distracted at how good Jean feels inside you, and you start the grinding movement again. Jean entertains you for a minute, before grabbing your hips even tighter, nearly at a bruising grip now, and snapping his own hips to thrust into you.
Youâre blabbering now, utterly senseless as Jean fucks you mercilessly. You know youâre being loud, but you just donât care, not when Jean is hitting that one spot inside you that has you seeing stars before you know it, your hands on his shoulders and holding on for life.
âAre you close, baby? Are you gonna cum all over your brotherâs big cock?â Jean teases, feeling you clench down harder and knowing he wonât be able to hold on much longer either. âYes, yes, yes! Jean! Oh, Jean-â you finally feel the tight coil in your stomach snap, unaware of your own movements and surroundings as you focus on the pleasure Jeanâs giving you. You yell out, cumming so intensely and shaking on top of Jean, twitching once more when you hear Jean groan and feel hot ropes of cum inside you.
Your throat feels dry and scratchy, heart pounding as you come down from your high. You feel Jeanâs grip, much softer now, lead you off of his cock and lay you next to him on the bed. Itâs a mess, and you donât know how youâll clean up with everyone downstairs and surely theyâve noticed youâre both still gone-but you still donât care.
All you care about is the sound of Jeanâs heart beat from your position on his chest, and the way his hands feel on your skin as he holds you close to his warm body.
âSo,â he starts off quietly, âwas it how youâve been imagining it all this time?â Youâre not looking at him, but you know heâs smiling.
âMmh,â you hum contentedly, âeven better.â You feel his body rumble with a laugh, and his hand reaches to cup your face and lean into you for a kiss. Just as your lips meet, you hear a sharp knock at the door.
âMight wanna hurry up, you two,â Eren calls out from the other side of the door. âThe others are getting suspicious.â
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Youâre not going to work (Bucky x Reader)
Bucky x reader
Word count: 1612
Summary: Bucky comes back from a long mission so excited to see you. Little does he know, you have a full schedule that day. At least, you planned to. No way is he going to wait any longer.Â
Warnings: no explicit anything this is mainly just fluff. The ending hints at a few things but really, Bucky just wants cuddles.Â
A/N: This is just a fun one I had an idea for. One night right before I fell asleep I was like âBucky would be cute begging for cuddlesâ and voila. Itâs a bit of a change of pace for me but I hope you enjoy it!
A/N 2 : This is my first time writing something like this so I apologize if itâs not fantastic.Â
Tags: @abitgryffindorky @buckys2thicc @buckfics @thatfangirl42 @freigeistundanderes
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Bucky nearly collapsed back into his seat on the quinjet after boarding. He might have had the serum, but that didnât mean he was immune from exhaustion and soreness. Heâd be fine by tomorrow but for right now, all he can do is lean back and close his eyes.
He was fine with going on missions. It was a part of the job, and he enjoyed helping people. Beating HYDRAâs ass was also a nice plus. He was also able to plan for it: he knew when a mission would be and approximately how long it would be. He knew what to expect.Â
For the most part, mission briefings were pretty accurate. Some are overestimated.
Some are gravely underestimated.Â
They expected to be home later the night they left. Bucky scoffed now at the idea of that. They had been fighting for a few days, with roughly a few hours scattered throughout to regroup. He had prepared himself to not see you for 12 hours at most.Â
It had been 4 days. He was exhausted, he was sore, but more painful than that, he missed you.Â
He wanted nothing more than to come back to the compound, ignore all traffic laws on the way to your shared apartment, and spend the entire day with you in his arms.
He sighed contently. He couldnât wait. So when he arrived back and saw that you were dressed for work, his heart stuttered.Â
He was meant to get back Friday night. It was now Tuesday morning, and you had a day full of meetings.Â
You still had your back to him as he entered. When you heard the door close, you turned around, a smile spreading wide on your face.
âYouâre back!â you said excitedly, staying in your place. You were so happy to see him, but your smile faltered slightly when you saw how worn out he looked. He smiled back at you, but you could tell the mission had been brutal on him.
Still he walked toward you and moved to hug you and you stepped back. Bucky looked like you had kicked him.Â
âSorry, I just⌠I have work.â you said, looking down at your white blouse.Â
âToo bad,â he said, pulling you in for a hug.Â
âBucky!â you exclaimed, trying to pull back. Bucky wouldnât budge though, and you were no match for the grip of his bear hug. He held you tightly and closed his eyes, despite your squirming.
âBucky, please, I have to go. Iâm gonna be late.â
âI donât care. I was 4 days late coming home, you can be a day late to work,â he said.
You laughed a little, trapped in his embrace. It was a nice place to be, but not when you had a meeting starting in 30 minutes. âBucky, I want nothing more than to stay with you, but it doesnât work that way.â
âDoesnât it?â he asked, pulling back to look at you while still holding you tightly. âCall in, tell them you have a personal emergency.â
âAnd what would that emergency be?â
âYou have to take care of your sick boyfriend,â he said innocently.
You bit back a smile and a laugh. âAnd whatâs the diagnosis?â
His eyes darted away for a second before he shook his head slightly. âIrrelevant. All I know is that youâre the cure. Thereâs no way to tell how sick Iâll get if you leave.â
âAh, I see,â you said, playing along with it. He was giving you his puppy eyes. The ones you never used to be able to say no to. Damn those eyes - they could kill or get you to fold to anything. You had gotten better at standing your ground though, saying âWell, I am all yours tonight, but right now, I need to go to work,â as you finally wrestled out of his embrace.
You were used to puppy eyes, but that didnât mean you were used to his kicked-puppy eyes.Â
You sighed. 106 year old ex-assassin in full tactical gear, covered in mud and a few scrapes looked like he was about to cry because you wouldnât call in sick to give him cuddles. It was cute, and you felt bad. But at some point you had to stand your ground.
âPlease?â he asked, borderline whining but he didnât care. All he cared about was keeping you from walking out of the door.
âBucky I -â
âFine,â he said, dropping the puppy eyes and walking towards you. You looked at him confused. âBucky what are you -â you yelped in surprise as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. âYouâve been kidnapped. Your boss canât blame you for missing work due to being kidnapped.âÂ
He brought you into your shared bedroom and sat down, positioning you so you were on his lap, his arms not allowing you to move. You down at him, sighing. âYouâre not going to let me go are you?â
He shook his head giving you a slight smirk. âNot a chance doll.â
You looked at him for a few seconds and shook your head smiling a little, biting your lip slightly. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss, you wrapping your arms around your neck.
âI missed you,â you breathed out.
âYou have no idea,â he responded before kissing you again.
You pulled back much too soon for Buckyâs liking, and stood, saying âLet me call my boss really quick, okay?â
âNope,â he responded, pulling you back on his lap. âYouâll call her later and apologize for the delay, and that your boyfriend was violently ill and you called at the first moment you could. But right now, we are going to go shower.â
âYou can shower alone, and Iâll go call herâ
âNo,â he pouted.
âYou are an adult Bucky,â you said, laughing slightly at his ridiculousness.
âExactly, Iâm too old to be showering alone.â
âOh my god,â you said, breaking out in giggles. âBucky, itâs going to take me 10 seconds. Iâll be in by the time the waterâs warmed up and then we can shower together, okay?â
He studied you for a moment. Then he stood up, carrying you bridal style with him back out to the main room where you had left your phone. âCall her,â he said, still holding you.
You bit back a smile at how clingy he was being. You grabbed your phone and dialed your bossâ number holding your breath as it rang.Â
âHello?â
âHi Valerie. Iâm sorry for the late notice but my boyfriend is really sick and I donât think Iâm going to be able to make it into work today.â
There was a moment of silence before your boss responded with âHe got back this morning didnât he?â
You closed your eyes for a moment, looking down. You had been worried at work yesterday because he hadnât gotten back yet. She must have overheard âYes.â
She sighed but on the other end she was also smiling a little. âAlright. Just be here tomorrow.â
You let out a small breath of relief. âThank you.â
âYep. Tell him I hope his separation anxiety improves,â she said, hanging up the phone. You tried your best not to burst out laughing. When Bucky looked at you questioningly, you shook your head. âWork joke,â you said, still trying to hide your smile.Â
Bucky nodded, walking back towards the bedroom and into the attached bathroom. He set you down on the counter before turning on the water. He walked back over to you and stood between your legs, wrapping his arms behind your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return, and the two of you rested your foreheads against each other.Â
It was a nice quiet moment of peace, before you felt the warmth of Buckyâs hands leave their spot on your back, and travel lower to your -
âBucky,â you laughed a little, âDid you miss me, or my ass?â
âYes,â he answered quickly.Â
You laughed some more and Bucky loved it. God he missed that sound. He laughed a little with you.
âReally, I missed everything about you,â he said, pulling back to look at you. âI love your voice, your laugh, your ass,â he kissed you before adding âthe amazing neck massage youâre about to give me.â
You looked up at him. âOh really, yeah? Thatâs how this is gonna be?â
Bucky looked down at you innocently. âMhmâ
âI hate giving you massagesâ
âYou love itâ
âIt hurts my thumbsâ
âIt helps my neckâ
âYour muscles are too hardâ
âYour hands are too soft.â
You looked up at him and smiled, laughing a little as you asked âYou really want a massage?â
âYes I very much would like one.â He said nodding enthusiastically and smiling.Â
âOk, fine.â you said, still laughing. âThe hot water will help. But we should probably take our clothes off first.â
He stepped back and gave you a smirk. âDonât have to tell me twice.â
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Taken (Modern AU) - Ch 6
Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader Series: Taken (Modern AU) Taglist
AN: Hey everyone! Another chapter is up!
Iâve noticed some of you from the taglist canât be tagged. I donât know why, Iâve double checked for the third time today and I am sure I have written everything correct. If you find your name in the taglist but isnât tagged, try and see if anything is out of the ordinary for you on your profile. I do apoligize for the inconvinience.
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âYou asked her out?!â, Daniela squeaked as she and her sisters along with their father sat in the living room, watching tv. Alcina had just mentioned she was going out Friday night. She hadnât even mentioned where she was going or who she was going out with.
Alcina stared at her youngest for a moment before turning to Jeremy who held up his arms in defense. âDonât look at me, I didnât tell them anythingâ
âSo itâs true then. Youâre going out with herâ, Bela said this time and Alcina could hear the protectiveness in her voice.
âYes. Doctor y/l/n and I are going out Friday night. I hope you donât mindâ, she said, the last sentence with a pit of sarcasm.
âOf course not mama. We want you to be happyâ, Cassandra said eyeing her sisters with a look making them both roll their eyes, but kept quiet. âBut youâre still gonna come to my game Saturday right?â
Alcina smiled at Cassandra and nodded. âOf course darlingâ
Cassandra smiled wide and looked at her father. âAre you going too papa?â
That made everyone turn to the man and said man looked his daughter for a moment before turning to Alcina who already knew the answer. âCass Iââ
âJeremyâ, Alcina warned and Jeremy turned to her.
âAlcina I have workâ
âThis means everything to her!â
Jeremy eyed her before turning to Cassandra who sat with tears in her eyes. âCassandra Iââ, he was interrupted as she stood from the couch and ran out of the room and up the stairs.
Bela immediately stood as well, and walked after her. âWhy are you always working?â, Daniela asked innocently and Jeremy turned to her.
âMy boss is strict. Look I will try to make it okay? But I canât make any promisesâ He turned to Alcina who eyed him knowingly. He wasnât going to come and they both knew it.
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âUgh this dress is hideous!â, you hissed as you went through your wardrobe. On your bed sat Eli and Jane, watching you. You and Jane had planned to find a dress for your date with Alcina. But right now it did not seem possible. Somehow none of the dresses you owned were good enough.
âY/n you look gorgeous in all of themâ, she said, making you turn to her with a look. âRight Eli?â
The boy nodded silently and you gave him a smile making him blush. You turned back to you closet, looking through all of your dresses. A beeping sound was heard and Jane widened her eyes.
âUh! The popcorns are doneâ, she said and half ran out of bedroom to the kitchen.
âPopcorn? Seriously?â, you commented turning back around, a frown covering your face. You turned to your son who smiled back at you. âReally?â
He smiled wider, letting out a small chuckle and you couldnât stop yourself from chuckling yourself. Your son was just the cutest.
You walked over to him and kissed his forehead before crouching down in front of him. âAre you sure youâre okay with mommy going out?â, you asked for the third time that day and Eli actually rolled his eyes making you chuckle.
âYeah mommy. Tall lady prettyâ, he said making you smile.
âYeah. She really is pretty isnât she?â
Elijah nodded and you smiled, bringing him in for a hug. You closed your eyes, letting yourself savor the moment, smelling his smell that was all your wife. âI love you buddyâ, you whispered and kissed his cheek making the boy chuckle.
âLove you mommyâ
You smiled and kissed him again when you heard crunching in the background and looked over to see Jane standing in the door way, a bowl of popcorn in her hands, leaning against the doorframe.
âYouâre so sweetâ, she commented and you let out a chuckle shaking your head as you stood from the floor.
âJust help me pleaseâ
Jane smiled and walked back to her seat next to Elijah, placing the bowl on the boyâs lap, making him smile wide and take a popcorn into his mouth.
âNot too much buddy, okay?â, you told him sternly and Elijah nodded.
âYes mommyâ
Jane smiled at the boy, stroking his hair. She took a handful of popcorn before turning to you. âAlright hot shot. Show me what you gotâ
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Bela sat in Cassandraâs bed watching tv while her sister slept next to her, her head on her shoulder. Daniela was sitting by Cassandraâs desk, writing on her MacBook. Whenever she had the time between school and work, she always wrote her stories.
âWhat are you writing about?â, Bela asked quietly and Daniela turned to her, staring back at her. And right there Bela knew what she was writing.
âYouâre writing smut arenât you?â
Daniela mumbled a âyeahâ before suddenly a knock was heard and they both turned to see Jeremy open the door. âHey, may I come in?â
They both nodded, Daniela closing her MacBook while Bela turned off the tv. Jeremy walked in and sat on the end of the bed.
âShould I wakeââ
âNo, itâs okay, Iâll talk to her later, let her sleepâ, he stopped his oldest and Bela nodded, letting her sister continue to sleep.
âIâm sorry Iâm not here more oftenâ, Jeremy started out. âAnd I know work isnât an excuse. Iâm your father. I should be here for youâ
Bela and Daniela shared a look and Jeremy knew they were silently speaking to each other. They all did that. Alcina had told him about it a few years ago. It was something they had done ever since they could communicate with each other.
âBut⌠work isnât the only reason Iâm not hereâ, he said and the girls turned to him. âIâm seeing this girl, andââ
âBut I thought you loved motherâ, Bela said as a matter of fact and that made both Jeremy and Daniela turned to her.
âHow did youââ
âYouâre not that hard to read fatherâ, she said and Daniela still sat with widened eyes, turning to her father.
âYou love mom?â
Jeremy sighed. There was no way denying it now. âI always have. But I know Iâm not your motherâs type and Iâve respected and come to terms with that from the first time we metâ
âBut you still slept together. You still had usâ, Daniela insisted and Jeremy turned to her.
âWe were young and drunk. We didnât exactly plan on having kids together, let alone sleeping with each otherâ
The two girls turned to each other again and Jeremy sighed turning to Cassandra who was still sleeping peacefully against Bela.
âBut that doesnât make me love you any less. I promised Alcina I would be here and I intend to keep that promiseâ, he continued making the girls turn back to him.
âIâm looking for houses here in New York. The moment something comes up, Iâm movingâ, he stated and that made them both smile wide.
âSo youâll live closer to usâ, Daniela said and Jeremy nodded with a smile.
âYes. I wanna see my three beautiful daughters grow up. I donât wanna miss another secondâ
That made Daniela smile wide and stood from her seat, hugging her father tight. While they shared their moment Bela turned to the door and noticed her mother eyes in the small opening of the door.
Alcina knocked softly before opening the door further and Daniela and Jeremy turned to her. âHey, everything alright in here?â
They all three nodded and Alcina met Jeremyâs eyes, the man smiling back at her with an assuring look. She turned and noticed Cassandra sleeping on the bed and smiled at the look. She walked over and carried the girl into her arms, holding her against her chest.
âIâm gonna lay her in the bedroom, while you three can spend some time togetherâ, she whispered and they all three nodded watching her leave with Cassandra in her arms.
Despite the girls being teenagers now, they were still small for their age, and Alcina who had always been tall and muscular could easily still carry them if she wished to do so. That was secretly one of the things she loved most about her children.
Bela was the tallest, Daniella not far behind, while Cassandra was the smallest despite only being the second youngest.
âHave you told mother? About the moving?â, Bela asked once she knew her mother was gone and Jeremy turned to her.
âI haveâ
âAnd what did she say?â, Daniela then asked and Jeremy smiled at her.
âThe most important thing to your mom is that you three are happy and receive all the love that she and I can give youâ
The two girls stared back at him, clear understanding showing in their eyes. âYou three and your mother are my greatest adventure. And I have missed more than any father should. I promise I will be better. Much betterâ
This time Bela moved from her spot on the bed and over to Jeremy, sitting next to him before hugging him tight. âI expect you to keep itâ, she said before pulling back and standing from the bed, leaving the bedroom.
Jeremy sighed, knowing it was gonna take more than words to make Bela trust him again. âDonât worry. You know how she isâ
Jeremy smiled at his youngest and squeezed her arm. âYeah. Now. Tell me about your latest storyâ, he decided to change the subject and that made Daniela suddenly freeze, a huge blush creeping on her face.
Jeremy frowned at her with confused eyes. âWhat?â
Unbeknownst to him, her latest story was nothing but pure smut between her two favorite characters; Kim Possible and Sheego.
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Cassandra opened her eyes and immediately noticed she wasnât in her own bed with Bela anymore. She could smell her motherâs perfume and saw her scar on her chest. She smiled and snuggled closer in her motherâs embrace.
âI see someone is awakeâ, Alcina commented as she watched tv on the couch and Cassandra hummed making the woman chuckle. She hugged her daughter closer and Cassandra smiled at the action. Sheâs always loved her motherâs hugs. They were always so filled with love and her touch filled with tender and care.
Her mother was just her everything. âWas it a good nap dear?â
Cassandra nodded and before Alcina could say anything more, the girl was fast asleep again. Alcina smiled and kissed her forehead. A few minutes later Jeremy came back and sat down next to her, watching the tv as well.
âHow did it go?â Alcina asked and Jeremy turned to her. He looked down at Cassandra and stroked her hair softly before moving his hand down to hers, holding onto it.
âDaniela is happy Iâm moving. They both are. Bela justâŚâ, he trailed off and Alcina nodded in understanding.
âShe just needs some time Jerâ
âI know, I know. I just want to prove I can actually be there you knowâ
Alcina nodded and they sat in silence as Alcina watched the tv while Jeremy looked at Cassandra, feeling his heart burst with love.
âIâm so sorry Alci⌠Iâve been such a bad father to them and even a worse best friend to youâ, he softly whispered and Alcina turned to him, looking into his eyes. âI wanna be betterâ
Alcina looked down his on Cassandraâs and placed her own hand on top of his. âYou will beâ
Jeremy looked down at their hands and smiled at the sight.
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You stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom looking over the dress you had chosen to wear. It had taken you and Jane almost an hour to find a dress that you liked.
Eli had just sat and ate all the popcorn. Normally you would have stopped him earlier but you couldnât get yourself to do so. He deserved the best.
âMommy?â
You turned around and saw Elijah standing in the doorway, his hands behind his back. âYes honey?â
âAre you⌠are you gon-gon leave me?â
You felt your heart break at his small and insecure voice. âWhat? No honey, of course notâ, you assured him walking over and crouching in front of him. He looked down in sadness and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Why was he feeling like this all of the sudden.
âBut-but you gon love somebody elseâ, he said and you suddenly realized he was talking about Alcina.
âOh honeyâ, you whispered and hugged him tight, which instantly made him cry and you felt your own eyes getting watery. âEli I love you. I will never leave you, no matter who comes into our lives, okay?â
Elijah nodded but kept crying, holding onto you for dear life. âYouâre my everythingâ, you whispered, kissing his temple softly.
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i could listen all night
for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is wanting to hear every detail of their day'
rated t | 803 words | cw: recreational drug use (weed) | tags: established relationship, stargazing, they're so in love
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"And it's not even that I'm worried about failing the test!" Steve said as he leaned back against the wall of their too-small balcony. "I did a practice test yesterday and only missed one question. I just feel like it's too easy."
"I think you're just smarter than you give yourself credit for, Stevie," Eddie said as he exhaled smoke.
"I don't think that's it."
Eddie rolled his eyes fondly.
They didn't love their apartment. It was on the third floor of a three story townhome that seemed to be a revolving door of large families who couldn't make rent after a couple of months. They'd get close to someone on the first floor and they'd be evicted two months later. They'd finally have a quiet neighbor below them only to find out it was an old man who was moved to a nursing home a month after moving in.
But they at least had this balcony that faced a parking lot of some business that was empty and closed by the time they needed to smoke.
And when Steve graduated, they could move closer to whatever school he ended up working at.
"What if I don't graduate?" Steve asked quietly, reaching out for the joint Eddie had just taken a third pull off of. "What if I'm doing all this for nothing?"
Eddie turned to Steve as much as he could, covered his hand in comfort. "If anyone knows what it's like not to graduate, it's me. And it's not the end of the world. It may feel like it at first, but just because you don't do it when you think you should doesn't mean you won't ever. You're smart and you work hard, sunshine, you're gonna graduate."
"You have to say that. You're my boyfriend."
"I don't have to say anything! I told you just this morning that you were stupid if you thought I wasn't gonna wake up just to kiss you goodbye," Eddie pecked his cheek and took the join back from him.
He knew Steve got emotional if he smoked too much, and he'd already reached the glassy eye part of the high. Better to stop him now.
"Other than your professor scaring you, what happened today?" Eddie asked casually. He wanted to hear about everything, and Steve liked talking about it.
"I had the best cup of tea. The library was giving free cups to students who donated $1 to the writer's club. So I guess it wasn't really free, but still, $1 for the best cup of tea I've ever had isn't bad." Steve leaned his head on Eddie's shoulder. "I studied for an hour between classes and saw these two women making out. One was like, a lot older than the other and I'm almost certain she was a professor with a student. Don't know what that's about."
Eddie raised his brows, but stayed quiet as Steve continued.
"And then I managed to eat my sandwich after my second class. Best one you've made yet. Perfect ham to turkey ratio," Steve kissed his neck.
"Glad you liked it, sweetheart."
"Oh! And there's gonna be a student run show next Friday. I get two free tickets if you wanna go. Maybe we could make it a date night?"
"I think that sounds lovely. Write it on the fridge and I'll make sure I'm home in time to get ready for it," Eddie took one last drag from the joint before putting it out in the ash tray he grabbed from the flea market downtown when they first moved in. "Anything else today?"
"I got to sit outside and look at the stars with my boyfriend. That's been pretty nice," Steve whispered.
Eddie felt his cheeks heat up, never quite used to how easily Steve shared his love and affection. He'd been like that before they were even together, overwhelmingly honest.
"Was he good company?" Eddie teased, leaning his head on top of Steve's and looking up at the few stars they could see in the city.
"He's always good company."
Eddie kissed the top of Steve's head and settled back.
"What about your day?" Steve asked, sinking further into his side.
"My day was boring." Eddie sighed. "But we have new releases hitting the shelves tomorrow. Those days are always fun."
"Any you want?" Steve sounded tired.
It was barely eight at night, but the weed was hitting and he'd been up since five that morning going nonstop.
"Might grab this local band's demo. We're the only place carrying it and they're hoping to do a show in our basement next month, but we'll see. Brad said we had to see how the demos sell."
"Sounds like fun," Steve said.
"You wanna go inside, sweetheart?"
"Not yet. Keep talking. Wanna hear about everything."
"Mkay, baby."
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yor analyssi of why a design issnt good is actually really helpful can you sort of show what makes a good design vs a bad one from a pop designer? like maws or scpkid also can you help explain why sauntproof's art is so hard to replicate her style sort of MAKES chows look like chows
Thank u bro!!
(saunt uses any pronouns from what i can tell so I'll just use they/them for sake of simplicity)
And yeah sure, let's talk about it! I've looked at too much maws and scpkid stuff today, so we'll do saunt analysis. I'm gonna be breaking down some of their art and explaining my process and the motifs and foundations I find. So, first breakdown I did! The best thing you can do while breaking down work is using triangles (watch Ethan Becker for more on that.)
They're strong shapes that provide balance and structure, essentially.
So what we see immediately is obviously that you can shrink this design down to maybe 1/5 of the side and it will still be clear what it is. The silhouette's in Saunt's style are (generally) clear and uniform. Almost all their designs have the same silhouette, which makes their work immediately recognizable from afar. (u can look at a toyhouse thumbnail and say awh fuck a saunt design)
They often keep the silhouette clear by keeping the limbs closest to our view within the shape of the body, and letting the limbs on the other side of the body disrupt the shape.
SO what we get is- all of saunt's designs are just big triangles with smaller triangular cuts made into them.
This shape is found even in the way they draw fur. It's simple and avoids complication.
Here's a design which they made for themselves, which segues very well into the next thing I noticed!!
Big, medium, small!! This is a really important design principle, if everything in ur design is the same size it becomes boring and there's no visual hierarchy.
Our Big stuff is: the largest back plates on the back and head. Same with the 'spines.' The medium details are the middle back plates and legs, and our smalls are the eyes, ropes, and the neck tag.
notice how our smalls are clustered around the head and the back end of the design is relatively repetitive and uncluttered.
(not to say it's a perfect design but be quiet I'm fucking talking)
Color! Saunt's use of color isn't the Best but it's Good. Lukewarm sushi type beat.
They make use of what is a "black" and "white" in the palette (your darkest and lightest colors) and one or two pop colors with relatively non distracting neutrals as a backdrop for these.
Your pop color in the smore bitch is the eye, an almost green/yellow which contrasts the more red/yellow of the rest of the design. Big medium small isn't utilized as well here but it gets a pass because the design still has breathing room to help with visual hierarchy.
Chows are largely defined by soft, rounded features, proportionally large head + tail with smaller body, lots of tapers and rounded triangles, and largely neutral colors with a few pop colors.
There are obviously chows that break these guidelines but it's a large portion of Saunt's work.
As for the more stylistic elements that contribute to Saunt's work
their very thin textured linework with a few spots of pure black (pupils, eye outlines) and low contrast inner lines that are colored
Simplified textures and shapes
uniform silhouettes that they build on top of
Generally the neck is hidden in their designs. This is important (to me) because it aids in smoothly transitioning the head into the torso. If you actually look at the leading lines of chow necks, they're fucking tiny. So Saunt is smart to cover them and concentrate clutter in that area. Neck, what neck?
ROUNDED TRIANGLES
soft and subtle design gradients
This isn't a perfect breakdown but I'm real tired so this is what yall get
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i'd be home with you
or alternatively, jean has a bad day at work, and you pamper him
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zuzu requested: Modern AU Jean/fem reader where Jean comes home after a really long day at work (his shift ends later than yours does so you always come in a few hours before him) He's in a rly pissy mood but you think it's adorable so you give him a nice tight hug and he relaxes a bit đ then you coax him towards the bedroom so you can pamper him, asking him to place his head on your lap so you can rub his temples until he falls asleep...
pairing: jean x fem! reader
wc: 2.2k+
tags: fluff, some angst (?) modern! au, female reader, language, mentions of food.
a/n: this was so much fun to write, I love jean and always wanna take care of him bhsbhsbh, i changed up some things to make it fit, and it kinda got a teeeeensy but angsty but not too much. i hope you enjoy.
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You outstretched your arms, eyes glancing over to the clock in the corner of the living room.
Jean should be home soon.
The sound of the ticking clock filled the room as you laid back down on the couch, the side of your face pressed against the cool leather of the armrest, fingers lazily grazing over the pale white stitches, the bumps and ridges comforting you while you waited for your husband to come home.
Not too long after, you heard the familiar noise of the keys jingle against the doorknob, prompting you to shift your body to watch Jean as he walked through the front door; your lips quirked into a gentle smile, and you got up to greet him.
However, you noticed that he wasnât his usual cheery self today. Weariness was clear as day on his face. He raised his eyebrows at you, the only indication that he acknowledged your presence.
He struggled to slip off his shoes until eventually sighing and reaching down to untie them, hair falling in front of his face, he cursed under his breath. You let out a giggle, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth, suppressing the noise.
âWhat are you laughing about?â He furrowed his brows, following your eyes until he realized you were staring at the socks peeping out of his shoes.
Tiny fried eggs decorated the navy socks he was wearing. He looked back up at you, an amused expression on your face, still trying to suppress your laughter.
His shoulders drooped, and he scowled at you, âknew I shouldnât have worn these dumb socks today.â
You frowned and made your way over to him, âaww, baby, I wasnât laughing at you, and hey, you love those socks! You look so cute with them on! â
Jean turned his face away from you, âIâm not cute,â your frown deepened, and you brought your hand up to his face, causing him to look at you. Your wedding band was cool contrast against his cheek.
âSure you are, my love. Did you not have a good day today?â At that, his eyes fluttered shut. He brought his hand up to remove yours; however, his hand lingered, resting on top of yours.
âGonna take that as a no then.â
He nodded in agreement before opening his eyes and dropping his hand. You traced your fingers on his cheek until moving your arm around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. Jean wrapped his arms around your torso, relaxing into your touch. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his cologne, âmissed you today, baby.â
You felt him release a deep breath, and you moved your hand to run your fingers through his hair. He hugged you tighter in response to your action, âmissed you too.â His voice a low grumble.
Jean let go first, mumbling a quick thank you, and he gave you a slight smile, the first sign of happiness you could see on his face since he walked through the door minutes prior.
He began to bend down to finish taking off his shoes before you stopped him, âNuh-uh, come with me.â
You gently tugged him up by elbow before clasping his hand in yours, leading the both of you into your bedroom. He opened his mouth in protest, âwhat are you doing?â
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing, hun? Someone requires some T.L.C.â Pronouncing every letter with a slight lilt in your voice, you turned your head to smile at your husband; his eyebrows were still furrowed, shoulders carrying the weight of the day on him. You knew that if you left Jean to his own devices, he would end up bottling his feelings and act like nothing was wrong.
Your feet padded gently into the room; Jean followed suit. He pulled at your hand to let him go, but you werenât giving up that easy. He was a stubborn man, no doubt about it, but after years of being together, when it came to Jean, you were just as headstrong.
Smoothing your palm over the soft beige bedsheets, you sat down, tapping your clothed thigh, âcome lay down; youâll feel better if you do.â You watched the man in front of you clench his jaw, tired, hazel eyes gazing into yours.
âI havenât even taken my shoes off yet.â He sighed; your only response was to tug him closer to your seated frame. Pouting your lips up at him, you watched him chew the inside of his cheek before finally obliging.
âSee, that wasnât so hardâ You grinned as you saw Jean sit down next to you and lay his head in your lap, ash brown hair splaying across your thighs. He hummed in content when he felt you run your fingers through the hair near his temples. âYou wanna talk about what happened?â Jean shook his head, furrowing his brows once again. You swiped your thumb over the creased skin, causing his expression to soften.
He blinked his eyes up at you, âyou donât have to do this; Iâm fine.â He tried to get up, but you pressed your palm against his chest, eyes pleading. You tilted your head at him, gazing with tenderness before hunching over to lightly kiss his forehead.
âLet me take care of you, Jeanie? Please?â
He laid back down, allowing you to rub his temples, taking away the pain of the day. It was the least you could do; on days where you felt unloveable, Jean would be there for you, holding you, whispering reassurances in your ear, delicately reminding you of his love and lending his strength to you when you needed it. So, while it pained your heart to watch Jean feel less than, it was second nature to you; you would always be there for him when he needs it.
The repetitive movements of the pads of your fingers against his head were soothing him, Jeanâs eyelids were heavy, the time he spent with his eyes shut getting longer and longer with each passing minute.
âHavenât taken my socks off.â He whispered, sleep overtaking him; his speech was slightly slurred.
âDonât worry, you just sleep.â You continued massaging his head until his breathing steadied, eyes no longer opening. You smiled at the sight; he looked so peaceful and beautiful when he slept. Pausing your movements, you bent down and gave him another kiss on his forehead, smoothing the hair on his head.
You lifted him off your lap, sliding out from underneath him, and softly placed his head down on a pillow, careful not to disturb him. He shifted, turning to face the window next to the bed. The sun was beginning to set, and the slivers of orange light peeking through the curtains dusted over Jeanâs face.
âMy beautiful boy.â Warmth spread over your chest as you watched your husband rest, content that at this moment, his worries were not plaguing him.
You slid off his shoes, chuckling at the sight of socks once more. Jean had called the socks dumb, but you knew that he loved them. When you got them for him for his birthday, you remembered how he laughed when he unwrapped the package; the sound rang through the air, causing you to giggle at his reaction, before he reached over to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek, murmuring a soft thank you through a wide-toothed smile.
After pulling off his socks, you quietly got him out of his dress shirt and pants and slipped a pair of sweatpants over his legs before drawing the comforter over his body and placing a kiss on his shoulder.
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Jean awoke to the smell of spices wafting in from the kitchen; he rubbed his eyes. It was dark outside. He wondered how he got into bed; the last thing he remembered was him laying in your lap.
Oh.
The young man felt a wave of guilt wash over his body. He realized that he was wearing sweatpants, his office attire neatly hanging in the closet adjacent to him. Jean groaned and pulled the covers off his body; had he been sleeping all this time? You were working away in the kitchen, you even took off his shoes, and here he was, lazing away like a dog.
It was pathetic, he thought, making you take care of him just because he had a bad day at work. Jean stepped out of the bedroom; stretching out his limbs, he made his way over to the kitchen, the smell of food getting more robust with each step.
You turned when you heard the soft padding of his feet against the kitchen tile, âyouâre awake! Did you sleep well?â You beamed at him before turning your attention back to the stovetop.
He padded over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, âyou seriously donât have to do this; Iâm alright.â His voice husky, vibrating against your back.
You shifted your body to look at him, quizzical expression painting your face, âwhy wonât you let me pamper you? Donât you deserve that?â
Jean was silent.
âYou donât have to be perfect for me, Jean.â Your hand left the handle of the pan and held onto the hands around your middle. âLet me carry some of that burden. Let me.â
âItâs not fair.â Jeanâs eyes between yours and the food on the stove.
âWhatâs not fair, baby? You take care of me when Iâm sick when I can barely get out of bed. Isnât that the vow we made to each other?â You paused, watching as Jeanâs head fell into the crook of your neck. âI wonât love you any less, and I certainly will not let you act like everything is fine when itâs not. You donât have to tell me what happened, but just allow me to look after you.â
âYou tell me how much you love me every day, so let me show you how much I love you through this, okay?â
Jean wondered what stars aligned for him to find someone like you. He still felt guilty, but he knew that arguing would be futile, so he finally succumbed, âI love you.â
His mouth curled up into a slight smile; he meant it every time he said it, even when the both of you had been arguing or when you left for work, he meant it every single time.
You didnât think it was possible, but your heart grew in fondness for Jean, âI know.â You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before returning yours to the handle.
Jeanâs stomach grumbled, causing him to groan. You let out a laugh, âSee, I knew you hadnât eaten at work. Go sit; Iâll finish up this Omurice.â
He slipped his arms away from your waist before going to sit on the stool near the kitchen island, head resting on his propped-up palm, watching as you plate up the food.
His eyes twinkled with adoration, the guilt in his chest dissipating as he noticed how much care youâre putting into the meal. There was a time that Jean didnât think he was worthy of being loved, but having you in his life pieced him back together again.
You made your way over to him, handing him a fork and setting down the plate. Your husband took it from your hands, giving you a questioning look, before taking a bite. His eyes widened, âthis is really fucking good, here try some.â
You let out a breath you didnât even know you were holding, glad that he liked the food; Jean brought the fork to your lips, which you opened, the warm rice and luscious egg filled your mouth, you shut your eyes, savouring the taste, "holy shit."
Jean laughed at your surprise, taking another bite of the food. You went over to a drawer to grab a fork before sitting next to him to eat.
When both of you finished your meal, you stood up to grab the plate to clean it. However, Jean halted you before you could pick it up, "let me."
His voice came out a gentle whisper, but it was sincere; you nodded your head, relaxing back in your seat, watching as the man went around the kitchen island to clean the utensils.
He worked swiftly in silence. After drying the plate and placing it in the cupboard, Jean looked up at you, "thank you for this."
"You don't have to thank me, my love."
He blushed at your words, "still, I'm so lucky to have you; I don't know if I tell you that enough."
You stood up and made your way over to Jean, his hands rested on your hips, and you moved your fingers to brush away the few strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. He smiled tenderly at you before pulling you closer to him by your hips.
He pressed his lips against yours, and you reciprocated the kiss, soft lips melding against each other. His hands travelled up your sides, eventually cupping your face. You smiled against his lips before pulling away.
"I'll love you always, Jean." Your hands came up to hold his, and you turned your cheek to press a kiss into his palm.
"I know."
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Back to the 118 // Evan Buckley
IN WHICH: Buck meets the firefighter he replaced as the reader transfers back to the 118. The reader never expected to fall for a co-worker the first day back at the 118 after two years spent at the 155 in Los Feliz.
Warnings: Swearing, sickness, hospitals, health issues, pregnancy, angst and a shit ton of fluff
Words: 5.9k
A/N: So this is obviously a modern au for jatp to fit in the 911 universe. To make this work, Buck replaced Reader instead of Tommy after many failed probies. Eddie then later replaced Tommy.
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Your e/c eyes scanned the outward appearance of the first firehouse youâd worked at fresh out of the Academy. The place that had become a second home from the increased tension-filled house your parents still lived in. A place you had escaped as quickly as you could for a dream career. A career your parents hadnât been proud of in the beginning, with the danger that came with being a firefighter paramedic.
âYou the new recruit?â
Your eyes fell from the building to the male individual standing near the open bay the engine and ladder truck both used. The male in question must have joined the 118 after you transferred to the 155. The stranger towered at least six feet minimum with blue eyes and short blonde hair with the slightest wave.
âNo-â
âFlint!â The excited voice of the only other female paramedic called out. You only saw dark navy before you were pretty much tackled.
Hen and Chimney had equally taken you under their wings when you initially joined as a rookie. Youâd been the second female firefighter-paramedic at the 118 and the youngest by far. As if youâd summoned him, you felt the arms of Chimney sandwich you against Hen.
âFlint?â The stranger parroted, blinking his eyes at the rather unusual scene of Chimney and Hen wrapped around an unknown girl.
âWhat are you doing here?â Chimney questioned, stepping back. Hen scoured your entire form for any differences that had occurred.
âY/N decided to come home,â Bobby spoke from a few feet behind the reunion with the beaming smile on his features. His lips pulled into a smile directed at the first recruit heâd taken on his first year at the 118.
âBobby!â You grinned, meeting the father figure in the middle of the distance between you two. Bobby wrapped you up in his arms tightly, a certain lightness cocooning the Captain as he took in his friends.
âYouâre back here?â
âEverything is squared back at home now, thankfully, and while I loved working with the 155, it wasnât home. This will always be home.â
âBuck, this is Y/N Patterson. She worked her first two years with the 118 before transferring to the 155 in Los Feliz. Y/N, this is one of our newest members, Evan Buckley.â Bobby gestured towards the previously nameless firefighter.
âWho would leave the 118?â Buck questioned, unable to come up with a valid reason to leave the family at 118.
Buckâs opinion didnât stand with his only workplace after successfully becoming a firefighter solely was the 118. Never had he worked in another firehouse. Heâd been a fire marshall and volunteered his time in the Austin wildfire, but he always came home to the 118.
âFamily issues.â
2018, Firehouse 118, Los Angeles
A fresh-faced, albeit dirty from sweat and soot, jumped down from the engine truckâs high steps. The synchronized slam of doors sounded from your colleagues and friends Hen and Chimney. All three individuals famished for the casserole Bobby had premade during the slow morning.
âBaked Mac nâ Cheese.â Tommy breathed from his position by the driver side. Tommy Kinard was a stoic man towering over six feet. He was always a gentle giant after youâd bonded after a hard call.
âClean up, and Iâll have it in the oven. Itâs Chimneyâs time to make the salad and Flintâs turn to set the table.â Bobby spoke with barely a glance to the ground ahead of him.Â
Your Captain jogged towards the stairs, whereas his team made their way to the locker rooms for a well-deserved shower. You and Hen split away from Tommy and Chimney to the womenâs locker room that had gotten an upgrade.
Well, before you joined the Academy, the locker room had been used as a glorified game room, all thanks to the misogynist Captain from hell. Hen often had over the years mentioned how lucky you got with Bobby being your first Captain.
âChimney better not put those onions like he did last time.â You spoke from under the stream of warm water. Nothing beat the warmth of a shower near the end of your shift erasing the evidence of your job.
âMan needs to learn the complimentary salad to the main dish.â Hen piped up from across the shower room.
You and Hen had both showered and redressed in a fresh uniform in under five minutes, the dirty one placed in a laundry bag. Youâd managed to beat the boys to the upstairs by a few seconds. Enough to set half of the able before Chimney began to making his salad of choice.
âLooks great, Cap.â Tommy complimented the gooey homemade pasta Bobby religious made every third Thursday. He alternated between pasta recipes with the odd new recipe every once in a while.
âWhat are you waiting for? The bell?â Bobby quipped to the unmoving bunch of hungry individuals. His words started the boisterous meal time preceding the end of shift.
âSo, weâre halfway through dinner and Amber-â Your phone interrupted the disaster date Tommy had begun telling. He continued as soon as you waved him to go ahead while you took the call.
âHello?â You breathed into the phone.
âHi, sweetheart.â The warmth infused in your momâs voice soothed the ruffled feathers from the call youâd come back from, âHow are you?â
âIâm good! We just finished eating. My shift is almost over, and Iâll have to go straight to the store for groceries-â
âY/N, we found him.â
The him was easy to figure out given your brother had run away from home three months prior with only his dreams in mind. Youâd spent most of your off time, sometimes even during shift out on a call, to scan the environment for Luke. You became a regular in questioning hospitals and homeless shelters.
âWhere was he?â
âHis band had been about to play at some big venue last night.â Momâs word choice concerned you. Her voice dripped with sadness instead of the typical disappointment and annoyance on anything to do with Sunset Curve.
âMom, whatâs going on?â
âA few nights ago, the boys got hotdogs-â
âStreetdogs.â You interrupted with evident anger in your tone at the mention of those death dogs Luke consumed. You canât even give a number to how many times you had told him how unsanitary and dangerous the food is.
âSomething was wrong with the food. They got ill fast. Alex and Reggie are being kept for observation but will be found with a few days of rest.â
âWhat about Luke?â
âHe tried to call 911; he was weak and fell. Y/N, he hit his head. Heâs in the ICU in a coma.â Emily Pattersonâs voice cracked as soon as she acknowledged the current state of her youngest child.
The colours of the world dulled as soon as your mind clicked that Luke was in the hospital. Your little brother had put himself in danger all because he had a big dream. Your mind flashed through your life growing up with him.
You remembered talking to your momâs growing bump when she was pregnant with Luke. You remembered five-year-old Luke unable to settle unless you sang to him. Your voice was nothing special, but it soothed the little boy when he had a nightmare. You could vividly recall teaching Luke how to play the guitar when he was thirteen; the brunette a complete natural at it.
âWhatâs his prognosis?â
âToo early to tell. The doctor is hoping Luke will be in a general room after tomorrow if the swelling goes down. I wanted you to know as soon as possible.â
âHowâs Dad?â
Emily hesitated from her position by a hospital bed. Her brown eyes carefully scanning the male sleeping soundly in the bed.
âMom?â
âYour father had a heart attack last night. Thatâs why I havenât been able to tell you sooner. Heâs currently sleeping, but heâll have a barrage of tests later today-â
âIâll be there as soon as my shif-â
âNo. Donât drop anything. I can keep you up.â
âExcuse my language, but thereâs no way in hell Iâm staying away from my family. Iâll take a few days off. Iâll see you in a couple hours.â Your thumb tapped the red circle on the bottom of your screen.
The 118 didnât bother pretending they hadnât been watching your form during your phone call. Bobby felt like something had drastically changed in a few minutes youâd been busy on the phone.
âEverything okay?â Bobby inquired from his position at the kitchen sink. His hands in the sudsy water to scrub the empty pan.
âMy brother and my father are in hospital. Iâm gonna need some days off.â You informed your boss with a look of utter defeat coating your expression.
Those few days transitioned to transferring to the closest firehouse to your childhood home and the hospital. The medical bills from both your brother and father had begun to overwhelm your mother with the current single source of income. Emily didnât ask you for anything, but you started renting the home youâd bought for extra money.
It was a silent agreement that you paid rent as a cover to helping with the bills piling up.
Present Day, Firehouse 118
Buck followed behind the welcoming group to the girl that seemed larger than life. Buck was impressed by the sacrifice youâd made for the good of your family. Youâd willingly given up the family of the 118. Buck didnât know if he could do the same.
âWelcome back.â Hen cheered on her guidance to the heaven everyone called the kitchen. Your department issue duffle bag dropped out of the wall on the top level.
Your eyes zeroed in on the spread of your favourite foods prepared by the only person aware of your return. It was only one look of gratitude towards the father figure before everyone dug in.
A few changes had occurred since youâd last sat at this table. Tommy Kinard had left the 118 for the 217 shortly after your departure. Heâd been replaced by the ready to impress Buck. One thing that hadnât changed was the delicious food Bobby made.
Your eyes found the sole empty chair at the long table, âDidnât you say the house took on two new recruits since I left?â
âBuck took your position when you left. We had a revolving door of firefighters before Buck permanently joined.â Chimney supplied with a mouth full of lettuce and grated carrot. Hen whacked his arm for his lack of manners.
âYouâll meet Eddie on the next shift. He took the day off. Itâs his sonâs first birthday since his mom died.â Bobby informed you with that pinched wrinkle between his eyebrows, âHe joined after Tommy left.â
âWell, I canât wait to meet the entire team.â You replied, looking past to the circular table behind Bobbyâs spot. Sam and Ryan both waved happily upon catching sight of you back at your unspoken seat.
You listened intently as Hen shared the changes Denny had gone through in the time youâd been away. Chimney was ecstatic to point out the faint scar on his forehead.
âYou had rebar go through your skull, and youâre completely fine?â You questioned, floored by the pure luck Chimney had.
âOh, it was nasty. Went in from the back of the skull to the front.â Buck spoke enthusiastically, recounting the scene. Chimney deadpanned a look at his younger coworker, âOh, sorry.â
âItâs like you never had it happen.â
âDoc was shocked at how positive the outcome and healing was. I was back at work within a month on light duty. I beat my record getting in my turnout gear.âÂ
âAnd yet my little brother was comatose for two months.â You grumbled under your breath. None of the people could make out the words, but the grimace on your face was enough to show them it was personal.
In true 118 fashion, the bell rang throughout the firehouse with the disembodied voice declaring the type and location. Yoru e/c eyes found Buck climbing into the driverâs seat where Tommy had once commandeered. It was odd not having the man whoâd became an older brother to you.
âHowâre your parents?â Hen questioned, sitting diagonally from you. Her fingers repositioning the radio on her chest.
âDadâs recovering pretty good. Momâs started attending her knitting club again.âÂ
Buckâs eyes raised to the rearview mirror to meet yours in interest, âWhat happened?â
âUh...my dad had a heart attack a couple years ago. He took a long time to recover with the further stress that caused it.â You piped up, understanding the news would come out at some point, âMy little brother was in an accident that left him in a coma. Life was just as messy after he woke up.â
âHeâs okay?â Chimney questioned, âI know weâve never met them, but it really gutted you.â
âWell, physically, heâs fine, but emotionally heâs upset. He was in a band, and when he came out of the coma, he found out some devastating news.â You continued to explain, but unfortunately, or maybe, fortunately, youâd come to the scene.
It was a little known place most teenagers discovered as a hang out spot just on the edge between your county and the next. The location was the infamous spot of cliff jumping; you knew because this was something youâd recklessly done in high school.
âHeâs over here!â A blonde male of average height called from the edge of the cliff. His blue eyes were bright even from this distance, matching the detailing on his swim trunks.
Surrounding the edge with the boy was a group of teenagers his age, all in different versions of swimsuits. You found the scared brown eyes of a beautiful girl you vaguely knew from the few shows of Sunset Curve you had watched. Her dark blonde hair plaited out of her face. Her face clicked as Carrie Wilson, Bobbyâs sister or cousin.
You jogged towards the edge of the cliff to look over. It was easily between fifteen to twenty feet from the edge of the cliff to the water. You recognized Hen crouching by your side, looking at what you were looking at.
On the rocks was a prone body of a teenage male with bruises already forming on his face from where you could see. His thick shoulder-length hair laid still half in the ponytail and around his head.
âHead trauma.â You murmured to Hen, scanning from a distance, âI canât tell much from this height and angle.â
âEither a broken tibia or fibula. Spinal injury is definitely a concern.â
âOkay, his name is Willie Young. Heâs eighteen years old. His sister Kayla was dared to jump off by doing some kind of flip. Willie took her dare and didnât jump far enough or tripped over a rock.â Bobby listed having been talking with the group of teenagers all shook up.
âI can rappel-â Buck began to speak before you cut him off firmly.
âIt would take too long, and the angle is difficult. Nobody rappels down it; the cliff isnât stable enough. It crumbles pretty easy, and the unofficial name of this cliff is Devilâs Dive.â Your eyes found Carrieâs tear-filled once and the utter devastation in who you pegged as Kayla.
âHow do you know that?â
âBecause Iâve jumped off this cliff for years as a teenager. Youâre looking at the resident champion of self reckless endangerment at Devilâs Dive.âÂ
Hen, Chimney and Bobby each stared, shocked at your revelation of stupid teenager decisions.
âThen how are we gonna get down there,â Buck questioned, staring at the unconscious teenager lying on the rocks.
âEasy, I can jump from here into the water and climb onto the rocks to where Willie is. I have the experience of how and where to jump safely.â You spoke to your Captain with complete confidence in your abilities, âYou can lower down the kit, radio and backboard by a rope. Thereâs a mansion beyond the trees that you can ask to borrow a boat from the owner. Heâs eccentric and questionable but nice enough.â
Bobby nodded his head to your plan. You unbuttoned your uniform shirt to strip down to the department t-shirt with the emblem on your chest and across your back. You kept the boots and emptied your pockets of anything. The butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the height of the cliff you hadnât jumped from in years.
âIâll jump where-â
âExcuse me?â You scoffed at Buckâs assumption he could follow you.
âYouâll need another pair of hands to roll him on the backboard. I donât have anyone waiting for me at home. This is kinda what I do. Bobby cleared it already.â Buck shrugged with a half-smirk on his handsome face.
With a roll of your eyes, you quickly gave Buck a rundown on how to jump correctly before you tossed yourself off the cliff. The cold water momentarily shocked your system as soon you submerged under the water. You swam to the surface before swimming towards the rocks. Willie hadnât moved an inch.
âWhoa! That was so cool!â Buck cheered once heâd appeared on the surface of the water, âNo wonder you used to do that!âÂ
His excitement both annoyed and amused you, âEh. I was just an idiot kid who thought they were invincible.â
The two firefighters lifted themselves onto the rock formation, where blood stained the rock. While Buck retrieved the backboard and essentials from the rope, your hands moved across Willieâs body, checking for breaks. You caught the c-collar Buck tossed without looking. You quickly but gently put the collar on Willie.
âHi, Willie. My name is Y/N, and Iâm a paramedic. Iâm gonna check you over for injuries.â You informed the teenager closely. Youâd only just opened his eyes to flash a light on them, âBuck let Bobby know Willieâs pupils are reactive to light and the same size.â
âGot it!â Buck called out from the open medkit, âIâll splint his leg.â
âW-what happened?â Willie wheezed sluggishly. His brown eyes were unfocused.
âYou got hurt trying to jump off the cliff. Youâre in good hands, Willie. Iâm a paramedic with the Los Angeles Fire Department. This is my coworker Buck.â
âKayla?â
âPerfectly safe, but you did give her a scare. Willie, can you feel this?â Buck questioned, gently touching his right foot. Buck and you both gave a sigh of relief as Willie confirmed he felt it.
 âOkay, weâre gonna roll you on to the backboard. On three: one, two, three.â You counted before rolling Willie on his side with Buck. Willieâs cry echoed around the surrounding as you settled him on the board.
âNeed a ride?â Chimney asked as a very nice boat floated towards the three people on the rocks. Hen and Bobby helped load Willie onto the boat, âMr. Covington agreed to let us use the boat if we donât get blood on the seats.â
âCan you call my boyfriend?â Willie sluggishly asked when he was loaded into the ambulance on the cliff. Kayla sliding into the seat in the back of the ambulance with their items.
âAlex is meeting us at the hospital.â Kayla told her older brother, âYou absolute idiot! You should have just let me jump!â
âAnd let you be in the back of the ambulance? Dad would kill me if I had let you do it.â Willie scoffed. Their conversation was silent as Chimney and Buck closed the back doors of the ambulance.
Bobby, Buck and you climbed into the fire truck to follow the ambulance to the closest hospital. Hen and Chimney rolled the gurney to the doors with Kayla hot on their heels. Youâd just turned to head back to the truck when you saw three teens loitering near the entrance.
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â You grumbled, marching away from Bobby and Buck to the teen who was supposed to be in class.
Luke had been forced into private tutoring to catch up to his friends in his grades, meaning every afternoon. The watch on your wrist confirmed Luke was definitely supposed to be with his tutor at the community centre.
âLuke!â You shouted, stomping right up to the wide-eyed teen.
Lukeâs Adamâs apple bobbed in his throat as his older intimidating sister caught him like his hand was in the cookie jar. You didnât give Reggie or Alex a second look while you gripped Lukeâs ear to tug him away.
âOw!â Luke whined from the angle you dragged him at.
âWhat the hell are you doing across the city? Youâre supposed to be in your session that our parents are paying a great deal for.â You snapped, crossing your arms in your wet t-shirt.
âWe need every chance we can to-â
âMake it big in the industry.â You parroted the past discussions on Lukeâs dream as a band, âDo you remember how I got mom and dad off your back? An agreement that you finish high school on time. Not dropping out.â
âSo many musicians have dropped out! Green Dayâs frontman dropped out his senior year to focus on the band. Several others like Elton John and Kurt Cobain!â Luke enthused, gesturing with his hand to emphasize his words.
âLuke.â You warned, âItâs either catch by with a tutor with some time dedicated to your band, or itâs a military school.â
Lukeâs hazel eyes minimally widened, âThey would-â
Your stoic expression stayed the same as the energetic seventeen-year-old bounced in his spot across from you.Â
âThereâs only so much I can do before you lose everything. I know you feel anxious after what all happened, but music isnât going anywhere.â You reached to squeeze Lukeâs hand in yours, âSo, Iâll clear it with my boss to have you ride the bus to the station. Youâll have your tutor sessions with my supervision, so I know youâre attending.â
âY/N!â Bobby called from next to the firetruck, âWe gotta go.â
âIâm guessing the Alex that Willie is dating your best friend?â You questioned with one raised eyebrow. Luke nodded in response, âLet mom know you had to be there for Alex. Sheâll let skipping your session go this once.â
âThanks!â Luke chimed, lunging to hug you. Your mouth barely opened before he was racing towards a jittery Alex and a grinning Reggie.
Reggie lifted his arm to wave with his flushed cheeks a darker red colour. You found Reggieâs crush on you to be absolutely adorable. He was a friendly kid.
âHe looks good for a kid who was in a coma not long ago.â Hen breathed as the teenager entered the ER with his best friends beside him.
âOh, he healed quickly. He was crushed after he fully recovered from his head injury.â
âThat was your brother?â Buck inquired, and he was just as focused on your features as he had since he first met you.Â
âYeah! He was in a coma for ten months when he was sixteen. Heâs spent the last two years catching on on school to graduate with his friends. Well hopefully. Heâs dead set on dropping out.â You heavily sighed, leaning your temple on the glass window, âHe was supposed to be at a tutoring session. Iâll be chaperoning to make sure he goes.â
âIf you need to have them at the station, send me a schedule, and Iâll make it work. Lukeâs just as much family as you are.â
The rest of the shift was smooth sailing as Buck followed you around with the sole purpose of getting to know you. The friendship came naturally to the two of you. He didnât hold back with you like he did with others. Fridays off became hangouts that varied from just Buck and you to spend it with Eddie and Christopher.
Everyone could see Buck had developed feelings for you and vice versa. Unlike the man Buck used to be, he was cautious. He wanted to do this right. And Buck did. With the help of Christopher, he asked you out.
Months Later
Buckâs eyes fluttered open in the dim lighting of your new homeâs bedroom he often found himself in. Before, you had alternated staying at his apartment or yours before a significant change happened. Luke moved in to finish his senior year with the help of your tutoring, as agreed with your parents. That led to you giving up your former home, the one that coincidentally Buckâs sister Maddie had rented from you.
âLuke! You better be awake!â Your voice came from the main floor of the home. Your voice alone seduced the firefight to leave the warm sheets.
His bare feet pattered down the hardwood floor stairs into the kitchen coated in all different kinds of breakfast food. Waffles to imported maple syrup to bacon spread across the counter.
âMorning,â Buck grumbled, stepping up behind you to tug you against his chest.
Unlike Buckâs softer footsteps, your little brother tore down the stairs like a stampede of elephants. Luke wore a vintage band shirt modified sleeveless; youâd be getting a voicemail about dress code violations. The chains hanging off his black jeans.
âYou have to hurry, Lu. Buck and I canât be late. He needs to get to his apart-â
âI donât see why he doesnât just move in. Heâs here almost every night. He helps buy groceries.â Lukeâs hazel eyes stared at the plate he towered food on.
Buck raised one eyebrow in response, âYou just moved in. You should be settled before we make-â
âDude. Your lease is up in like a month; just move in already. No feathers will be ruffled. Besides, the bandâs taking off now that Nick got his dad Ryan to check our music out.â Luke sprouted with a beaming smile at the good news his new band received.
After Luke had recovered from that coma, heâd woken up in a world where Alex, Reggie and Bobby, no Trevor, now continued the band. Then when Alex and Reggie couldnât go on, the rhythm guitarist betrayed Luke. He stole every song he could get his hands on and proved successful.
âRyan Evans, right? His sisterâs some bigshot on Broadway? Sharpay, right?â You questioned recalling in the early 2000s the success of Sharpay and Ryan in some kind of Disney films based on them.
âYouâre about to be the sister and brother-in-law of a certified rockstar.â Lukeâs attempt at smirking made him look like a chipmunk with full cheeks of food, âI donât need a ride. Alexâs picking me up.â
âStraight to school, Luke. Youâve got two weeks left before you can leave that behind.â Buck pointed his coffee cup in the direction of the passionate musician. Luke returned a smile of acknowledgement.
The kitchen was quiet as Luke shoved as much food in his mouth in such little time while you watched. In a flash, heâd stuck his dishes in the dishwasher before sprinting out to the van beeping continuously.
âThink we can have you moved in by tomorrow? Your one-bedroom place will be a little cramped for five people.â You simply spoke as you rinsed your coffee cup out. You could hear the wheels in Buckâs brain turning as he thought.
âFive people?â
âYeah. Luke, Albert, me, you and baby Buckley.â
The entire home went completely still as the announcement bled into the house youâd made a home. One hand resting against the smoothness of your belly. That hand covered by the calloused one of Buckâs. His blue eyes gleaming in utter adoration and excitement.
âBaby Buckley?â Buck marvelled, turning you to face him with tears running down your cheeks, âYouâre pregnant?â
âI am. I guess weâre giving Maddieâs daughter a cousin.â You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âNow Iâm obligated to see your parents regularly, and I still grimace at the first introduction.â Buck winced, recalling the foot in mouth syndrome heâd developed.
Buck had never been as nervous as in this moment. Not when he had to tell his parents the first time he got kicked out of college. Or when his teenage self sat beside one of his flings waiting for the results of a pregnancy test. Not even on his first date with Abby.Â
âYouâll be fine.â You soothed the anxious man standing by your side on the doorstep of your childhood home. The door opened, revealing Luke standing with a grimace, âOh Mom, made you wear that.â
Luke had been stuffed into one of the only long-sleeved shirts he owned by your mother. It was a magenta maroon hued corduroy shirt and set off his chocolate hair perfectly. Apparently, your mother hadnât been able to get him into a pair of pants that werenât skinny, black or ripped.
âWeâre meeting your boyfriend, not the damn Pope-â
âYou wouldnât be wearing that if the Pope was involved.â You retorted, stepping to tug the younger Patterson into your arms. The only thing you adored about your little brother was he never denied a hug. Physical touch is his love language, so he never went through a phase.
âLucas, donât let them freeze on the front porch!â Emily shouted from within the Patterson home. Luke rolled his eyes at his motherâs request.
âLuke, this is my boyfriend, Evan Buckley. Buck, this is my not so little brother Luke.â You swiftly introduced the most important males in your life.
Luke and Buck got along better than any previous partner youâd brought home. He got along with your parents really well. Even when he slightly embarrassed himself as the time came to go home, whether it was his place or yours. He kissed your motherâs cheek and shook hands with your father.
âNo offence, but thank you for having a heart attack and a coma. If you hadnât, Iâm sure I would have never met Y/N.â
Luke snickered at Buckâs odd choice of words, as did your parents. A part of Buck dreaded the next time heâd see your parents.
The gentle press of lips against your cheek pulled you from your thoughts of the first family dinner. Despite the issues between Luke and your parents, they were great people and parents; Buck had felt like he finally fit in. Even with that awkward thankful he gave your brother and dad, he was family the minute Mitch and Emily saw the mutual looks.
âHow are we gonna do this?â
âWell, as the pregnant one, Iâll carry the little Bean until itâs time for them to enter the world. Then weâll-â
âI get that but with our jobs?â
You felt guilty at the dread of not getting to do what you love, but you were excited, âIâll keep working as a paramedic. Iâll stay away from fires, and then Iâll go on mat leave. Weâll make this work, Buck.âÂ
Buck leaned down to rest his forehead against yours with his eyes closed, envisioning how life was about to change. Buck adored children. He had loved Christopher from the moment heâd first met him. Buck himself was a kid at heart.Â
âI didnât think I could fall more in love, but you continue to surprise me each time,â Buck murmured with that gorgeous smile that utterly melted your heart from the first time you saw it. Back when you tried to deny any feelings beyond friendship.
âWeâre so lucky to have you, Evan Buckley.â You breathed as you leaned up to kiss him with as much passion as you could. Although it was mostly clashing of teeth with the matching wide grins on your face.
âThis little girl is gonna be a heartbreaker but no boyfriends or girlfriends until theyâre thirty.â Buck declared, tugging you into his arms. His blue eyes twinkling in the natural lighting.
âIt could be a boy.â
âOr maybe neither. Boy, girl or non-binary, Iâll love them just as much.â Buck spoke once more.
Gideon Buckley was born in the early morning to the pride of his parents and extended family. He was a healthy solid 8 pounds with sparse dark blonde hair and the trademark grey-blue newborn eyes. You everyone but Buck and your surprise Gideon wasnât alone. Grace Buckley followed her older twin brother eight minutes later.
You rested against the propped up pillows spent from the exhausting hours of labour, but it was worth it. The two tiny babies snuggled beneath the swaddling blanket concealing your bare chest. Skin to skin contact was absolutely the best part of being a parent.
âDid you steal a baby?â Chim joked upon entering the hospital room with Maddie in tow. Right behind them were your parents and Luke.
âIâd like you to meet our twins Gideon and Grace Buckley. Surprise!â Buck quietly cheered in the nearly silent room. Buckâs curated newly parents playlist gently playing in the background.
Mitch and Emily came closer to look at the little loves they proudly got to claim as their first grandchildren. Emilyâs heart melted upon hearing Gracie coo in her sleep. Grace and Gideonâs fist pressed against each other.
âCongratulations.â Maddie breathed, bending to catch a peek at the twinsâ faces.
âLuke. Would you like to meet your goddaughter and godson?â You questioned the nervous musician. The nineteen-year-old tiptoed his way to the hospital bed.
âIâm both their godfather?â Luke choked as soon as Buck gently transferred Gideon onto his uncleâs chest.Â
âThereâs no one else in the world Iâd choose to help guide them in the right direction. You always found your way back onto the right path. Youâll do the same for them.â Buck answered with Gracie nestled on his chest.
 Buck was the first to hold them followed by you and then their godfather Luke.
Gid and Gracie, although unseen, had been in Lukeâs graduation pictures and watched as Julie and the Phantoms signed with a record label. Where Gid was, Luke wasnât far beyond; the special bond melted everyone. Likewise with Gracie and Alex.
Gid overall was a happy baby compared to Grace. Loved visiting the firehouse. Loved the people working with their father and previously their mother. For the entire first year of Gideon and Graceâs life, you stayed at home with the utter support of Buck.
âFirst day back.â Hen spoke from beside you on the bench in the womenâs change room. As a fellow mother, sheâd been watching your behaviour.
âI miss them. I feel guilty that I abandoned them-â
âOkay, your feelings are valid, but you arenât abandoning Gideon or Grace. Youâre teaching them that you can be a great mom while also being a badass firefighter. I was the same when I went back to work after we got Denny.â
âDo you ever wish you could be a stay at home mom?â
âI love Denny with my entire heart, but I couldnât do that. I was meant to be a paramedic firefighter as much as Dennyâs mother. Besides, I can see Maddie pushing in the double stroller.â
Your head snapped to see your sister in law beaming with the double stroller carrying Gideon and Grace. Maddieâs daughter sitting on the seat made for a toddler. Maddie and Chimney had come to a decision for Maddie to work part-time.
Hen watched as you bounded out of the changeroom in uniform to scoop the twins into your arms. In a split second, Buck was down the stairs cooing at the absolute loves of his life. His partner and two children.
Buck would forever be grateful for finding his way to the 118, where he found his true family. A place of acceptance, love, trust and loyalty. Buck found his place in the world, and that was beside you.
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greedy | myg x reader | epilogue: bases loaded
summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now. Â until you.
pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut
rating: 18+
word count: 1.3K
notes: Â thank you endlessly for reading, reviewing and sharing this story. iâm so in love with this tough-but-secretly vulnerable yoongi and youâll never know how happy it makes me that you guys love him, too. i hope you enjoy how the story ends. either way, iâd love to hear from you! please send me an ask here and tell me what you think.
Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05Â | 06 |Â EPILOGUE
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Fuck, itâs hot.
The forecaster called for a high of 91° today, but he must have missed that mark by at least a hundred degrees. There is no breeze and absolutely no respite from the unforgiving sun here in the cheap seats.
The Lions batter connects with the ball -- finally -- and Yoongi winces as he watches it sail right over the foul line.
Beneath his sling his arm feels sticky, itchy.Â
Heâd love nothing more than to rip that sling off and go to town on his arm with his fingernails, but any moment now youâll be back from the concession stand. Youâll probably hold his hot dog hostage if you catch him.
So Yoongi tries to focus on the game, not the itch. But the game sucks and Yoongi curses under his breath when the next Lions batter flies out on the first pitch.
Nine weeks ago, Yoongi never would have guessed that surgery would be the easy part.Â
Going to sleep for a few hours and letting doctors cut into his skin and bone turned out to be a breeze compared to everything thatâs come after. The physical therapy has been grueling and painful. Simple tasks like dressing and showering, even pouring a bowl of cereal have become a complete pain in the ass. Â
Heâs not sure he could have gotten through any of it were it not for you.
By now, heâs lost count of the ways youâve taken care of him. Lost count of the meals youâve cooked for him, the loads of laundry youâve done for him, the very, very creative ways youâve come up with to make love to him. Heâs probably due for a new couch at this point. The damned thing started creaking last week.
So heâll buy a new couch.Â
Heâll buy a hundred new couches if it means you come home to him at night.
The days of arduous physical therapy are long forgotten when you shower and slip into bed beside him. When you warm those forever-frigid feet against his under the covers and curl into his side. When you wake up in the morning and make coffee and tell him wild stories about strange objects youâve pulled from someoneâs strange orifice the night before.
Thatâs how most nights go. But not every night.
So itâs not enough.
Itâs not enough because no matter how much Yoongi gets of you, itâs never enough. He still wants more.
He walked to the drugstore before the drive to Daegu today. He bought you a brand new toothbrush, one of those fancy electric ones with all the bells and whistles. And heâs been waiting for the right time to tell you all afternoon, appreciating your pretty eyes and sunburnt cheeks. Â
Waiting for the right time to tell you that he really wants you to stay.
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âWow, that line was brutal,â you mutter, and Yoongi looks up from beneath the rim of his snapback to find you balancing two hot dogs and a basket of fries in your hands. You drop carefully into the seat beside him, grinning. âI thought I was going to have to fight this kid for the last ketchup packets.â
Yoongi canât help but grin back. Â
The game sucks and the heat sucks and his arm sucks -- but you? You definitely donât suck.Â
âCanât get arrested for fighting kids at the concession stand, Doc,â he teases. âThe lockup here in Daegu is not exactly swanky and I can tell you that from experience.â
He reaches over with his one good arm to steal a french fry but you wrinkle your nose, pulling the basket away childishly.
âThe hot dog is yours. These are mine.â
âWow,â Yoongi huffs. âYouâre gonna deny a one-armed man french fries? Thatâs dirty.â
 âIâve seen your bloodwork, Min,â you shrug. âItâs time to back off the cholesterol.â
Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head.
âSo howâs it going?
âBears are still up by five,â he sighs. âCanât believe I waited my whole life to watch them play this shitty in person.â
âPoor thing,â you tease, cutting your dark, sparkling eyes at him. You begrudgingly hold a french fry out to him; a greasy consolation prize. âOkay, fine. Iâll give you one.â
Yoongi leans into you, pretending to go for the fry but stealing a kiss instead. Â
âSneaky,â you breathe, lips soft against his. âBut Iâll allow it.â
âNothing to allow,â Yoongi smirks, grabbing the fry out of your hand. âI already got it.â
You smile, turning away to look out onto the field. Â
The stadium is nearly empty by now, most of the hometown fans leaving after the 7th inning when it was clear this game was headed straight into the toilet. A Bears batter hits a line drive that whizzes right past the Lions shortstopâs glove and Yoongi claps a hand over his face.
âSwear to God, they havenât had a season this bad since I was nine years old.â
You tut and hand him another fry.
âNamjoon offered me a job,â you announce, eyes still on the field.
Yoongi freezes, mid-bite. Â
He knew this was coming, of course. Namjoon had taken him aside one afternoon and spelled out his plan to extend the offer. Yoongi knowing all too well that the Gajog has never been in need of a full-time doctor. The offer is a gift, an extension of family protection.
âOh, yeah?â
âDonât pretend you didnât know,�� you grumble, rolling your eyes. âYouâre a terrible liar.â
âOkay, fine,â Yoongi grins. âWhat did he say?â
âHe said heâd set me up with a clinic space,â you murmur, watching another Bears lineman crack a base hit. âUnlimited supplies. Nurses, if I need them. And he said heâd pay me more every year than I think Iâve made altogether since leaving medical school.â
âSo are you gonna take it?â Yoongi asks carefully.
Youâre quiet for a moment, dark eyes serious before turning to him.
âNo.â
He knew that was coming, too. Â
âIâve worked really hard for this,â you say softly. âAnd I want what Iâve earned the right way. This isnât judgement on you or them, but itâs not for me. You understand, right?â
âOf course,â Yoongi says and he means it. You press your lips to his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder.
Secretly, he breathes a little sigh of relief.
He likes that youâre his piece of peace separate and apart from family business. He likes that youâre his oasis away from the ugliness and bullshit that come far too often in this line of work. He likes that youâre not some hand-me-down from a mothballed church widow or an act of charity from Kim Namjoon. Â
Heâs earned this thing with you all on his own.
âDoc,â he whispers, planting a kiss in your hair. âI need to tell you something.â
âGo for it,â you whisper back.
âI bought you a new toothbrush. Itâs super fancy.â
You pull away from him, feigning shock. âHow fancy are we talking here?â
âLike, two hundred settings. Video calls. Takes bitcoin.â
âOoh, that does sound fancy,â you breathe, smiling. âWhatâs the occasion?â
Yoongi takes your hand into his, laces his fingers into yours. Â
âI want you to move in with me,â he murmurs. âIf thatâs what you want.â
You go quiet on him again. Only this time, your mouth quirks into a soft smile before you lean in to press it to his. You kiss him slow and unhurried, lips tasting like peanut oil and salt, and in that moment Yoongi decides itâs his favorite flavor of you.
âSo is that a yes?â Yoongi asks, grinning when you pull away.
âYeah. Thatâs a yes.â
You both turn your heads when whatâs left of the crowd starts to boo. The Bears have just loaded the bases, top of the ninth inning, no outs.Â
âThis game is terrible and itâs blazing hot,â Yoongi groans. âWe should go somewhere to cool off. And celebrate.â
âHmm,â you sigh happily. âWhat do you have in mind?â
âIf youâre up for a walk, I know a place nearby,â he murmurs, planting a kiss behind your ear. âGreat milkshakes.â
You smile. Â
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Nice ThingsâŚ
Hello All! Coming back with little writings here and there as my inspiration comes along. A little episode inside of the Something to do with Jackson sphere (1, 2)Â
Let me know what you think! @negrowhat you know I gotta tag you in everything lol
Jackson decides you both are in need of a little rest and relaxation. Nothing is better then a nice beach house complete with a gigantic bath tub.Â
About 4k words; Warnings: Very light smut like its super light, but Iâm obligated to say it includes fingering a praise kink and a bathtub.Â
Laundry shouldnât be difficult. Well in retrospect it wasnât difficult at your old apartment. The laundry room there was stocked with 5 very old very worn washing and drying machines. They were faithful and predictable. They only had about 3 options and 2 dials. Simplicity at its best. You missed them every time you had a load to wash and dry. You had been living in Jacksonâs apartment for months and you still couldnât figure out his machines. For one thing they were sleek and black, very modern, apparently super efficient. They worked via a touch screen and the breath of options that appeared every time you fired them up made you nervous. Twice you had shrunk a favorite article of clothing. You had also ruined your running shoes, the washing machine seemed incredibly aggressive to you. But today was going to be different. This was your only task. You could do this. The touch screen lit up, you took a breath, the beeping started and an array of options appeared. Water temperatures, agitation speeds, your finger hovered over the first option- âBABY, THIS IS WHERE YOU WERE!?â Jacksonâs voice boomed in the laundry room. You turned, frantic that all his noise would upset whatever fragile understanding you had. âJackson!â You hissed, âshush!â
 His hands snapped to cover his mouth. He looked around his brows knitted, âwhatâs going on?â He whispered. âIâ just,â you turned back to the machine but you didnât feel the same confidence, âIâm trying to figure out your stupid space aged washing machine.â You confessed, âeverytime I put something in here I ruin it.â âMaybe youâre thinking about it too hard.â He walked up behind you and looked down at the same screen. âBaby?â He began slowly, he touched the screen flicking left twice until he got to a place that said âpresetsâ.  âWhy donât you just use these instead of trying to pick through all those other settings? This is what I use.â âYouâve got to be kidding me.â You muttered softly. There were easy to understand presets displayed proudly.  âYou didnât know about these?â He asked, âI could have sworn I showed you the last time you shrunk your sweater?â You rubbed your face in continued disbelief. All this time. âThe dryer has presets too, did I show you those?â He kept talking because of course to him this wasnât a big deal. You had made it one, once again, something tiny had become huge to you.  âYou want me to help you with your laundry? Since Iâm home today I wanna spend it with you ok?â When you took your hands away from your face he was beaming like the sun at you. You wondered how he could look so worry free. His job was so stressful, he barely got time for himself or you yet he was always beaming. You wanted to be a bit more like him. Just enough so that inanimate objects stopped irritating you for no reason.       âIf you want to help sure, but this stuff is kinda boring. You sure you donât want to nap? Or I could make you something to eat?â You offered.      âWe can do that after, this wonât take long.â He pointed out. He wasnât wrong. You selected the âdelicatesâ option since you wanted to wash your undies and bras first.      âOk, delicates first then.â You looked in his direction expectantly. The two baskets of laundry were already separated.       âJust pass me the stuff in the blue basket.â  You instructed, âIâll do them first.â  He dutifully began to hand you clothes. Some things he stopped to look at. âWhen did you get this bra?â He asked holding up a flowery bra that you had bought a few weeks ago.  âLike two weeks ago?â You guessed, maybe three. Your hand was outstretched waiting for it. âOh,â was all he said before he handed it over, âI havenât see you wear it.â He said softer. âWell, itâs a bra JacksonâŚâ You tried. He handed you a few pairs of underwear which you put in. He was a touch less cheerful as you finished loading. He helped with the detergent and softner before he got the machine started. âI feel so dumb,â when you turned to him he frowned. âI really wish I had remembered about the presets. Iâve been having a battle with this machine since I got here.â You confessed. âBaby...I really donât think itâs a big deal.â He leaned down and pecked you. âYou can ask me questions you know? Before you make a mountain out of a molehill.â âBut Iâm so good at that.â  You pointed out. He kissed you again. His hands trailing down your arms. When you pulled away he pouted. âLet me at least finish the chores, I have a few things more I wanna clean.â You complained. He accepted this and let you go, âIâm gonna have two weeks off...do you have a lot of work?â He asked. It took you a moment to think about what you had to do, some things could wait and really only one required you to finish immediately. âI just have to finish one job then I think I can take some time off.â You stretched and looked at him with curiosity. âWhat did you want to do?â He pushed some of your hair behind your ear, âcan we go on vacation?â âWhere did you want to go?â You spoke as you tied your hair up. âSomeplace warm?â You asked. He nodded, âan island!â It seemed like a solid idea. You thought it over, Jackson in his usual fashion grew impatient. He tapped his feet and poked out his lip, âwe can have a private beach houseâŚâ He edged closer. âThat sounds...isnât that a little extravagant?â You often wondered when you would be able to accept Jacksonâs penchant for spending on you. There was something that always made you cringe. âI donât want you to spend too much-â He frowned and you snapped your mouth closed, âyou deserveâŚâ He began. You sighed, ânice things.â He accepted you finishing his sentence quietly before he went back to trying to convince you. âItâll be private...no cameras...just you and me.â He had basically backed you against the machine. He leaned forward and set his hands on it, caging you in. You couldnât look away. âWe live together but I always miss you,â he kissed you and it was mostly soft. âIâm gone a lot and I feel horrible about it,â he kissed you again nibbling on your bottom lip. âDo you miss me when Iâm not here?â âLike crazy.â You whispered. His eyes were on yours, pupils wide. His breathing picked up as you snaked your arms around his neck. âSo let me take you to the beach, letâs spend a week....please.â His kiss was less soft more insistent. He pushed until your back was pressed to the machine, the hum seemed to burn through your blood. You kissed him back, hands gripping the hair on the nap of his neck. The time apart always made the time together feel like a single point in the universe. There wasnât a whole apartment, a whole city, there was just you and Jackson. Starved for each other, hungry to touch and feel. He was so good at making you melt, so good at making you desperate for him. You tasted him and whimpered. The beach was suddenly a fantastic idea, more time alone for more of this. He ground against you and his moan made your knees weak. âOk,â you managed to say against his lips. He pulled away and beamed at you. The unmistakable look of getting his way. âSo weâll go the day after tomorrow...I actually may have set it up already.â âJackson.â
You had never been swept away before. In past relationships you had lacked the time and your partners seemed to lack the motivation. It hadnât bothered you truly because how can you miss something you didnât have to begin with? You thought about it as you packed and he buzzed around the room with excitement. âDonât forget bathing suites!â He warned, âand sunscreen!â âI have both.â You answered slowly, âand something nice for dinner...right?â When you looked up he was zipping his bag up. âYes, and then...not much elseâŚâ He raised his eyebrows quickly suggestively and you giggled. He stopped to touch his hand to your leg, âI love you in anything.â  âIf it was up to you, Iâd just walk around naked all the time.â You said slowly. He considered this then said, âonly if you want.â Then he was moving again, his energy nervous all throughout the room. âAre you almost done?â He asked. âThe car will be here soon.â You just needed to decide on your one nice outfit. It had been a while since you had really gone out. He had seen you in just about everything you owned...except.... At the back of your closet you had hung a tropical print skirt and top set. It was out of your comfort zone but the print would really work. âHurry hurry baby.â He chided. You had just enough time to grab it from the closet and stuff it into your bag. He took your hand and led you. The smile on his face relaxed yet you could feel the excitement bubbling out of him. He kissed you in the elevator before the doors opened, then led you to the long black car idling at the apartment buildingâs entrance. He opened the door for you and waited till you were settled before he put the bags in the trunk and got in next to you. Then his hand was back in yours like it belonged there. âDo you think youâll get recognized at the airport?â You tried your best not to sound nervous but the thought of screaming fans made your stomach heavy. âI donât think so, weâll be in then out.â He brought your linked hands up for a kiss. âDonât be nervous, itâll be fine.â You settled into the seat and tried your best not to worry. The media in a way wasnât very interested in you and Jacksonâs story anymore. When they did happen to catch photos of you two together it wasnât big news but most of the comments were still pretty awful. It was better for your mental health to not read them but every so often you saw yourself online and couldnât stop yourself from looking. The general take was that you were literally a weight dragging him down. It never seemed like a good idea to comment back, better to just read it all in silence, and really it wasnât all bad. There was a spattering of people who liked you. Who said nice things and said they were cheering on the relationship. People who pointed out that Jackson was happier with you in his life. You werenât sure if you would give yourself that much credit but you hoped that he felt how you did. He leaned over, âwhat are you thinking about so hard?â He planted a kiss on your cheek startling you out of your own head. He had a way of knowing when you were thinking yourself down a rabbit hole. He redirected you gently and patiently. His hand squeezed yours again.  âNothing, just the work I left...hopefully I did enough.â You said. He knew it wasnât that, but he didnât push.. He kissed you on the cheek again, âdonât worry about it, just try your best to relax.â  He whispered. It took you a moment of second guessing, but there was no real use in fighting with Jackson. Especially since you actually did need a relaxing vacation. There would be no worries on the beach, thatâs all you had to tell yourself over and over and over again. Â
There werenât any cameras, no reporters, no mobs of fans. He had his mask pulled up and dark sunglasses on. You were wearing one of his caps and your own mask pulled up. The two of you looked like any couple on their way to a romantic trip. He only let go of you to pass through security. Once his hand was out of yours there were new worries. An airplane. The last time you had flown you were forced between a grumpy office worker and a woman who seemed to have bathed in perfume. You remember distinctly how the office worker had complained about her perfume and how she called him lonely and sad. It had been for the most part very unpleasant. Suddenly all you could think about were all your worse flights. Â You fumbled through security, including the awkward second search. Taking his hand on the other side calmed you down a little bit. âYouâre making a mountain again.â He said into your ear. âI canât remember ever having a good flight,â you squeezed his hand and almost missed a step. âEvery flight that lands safely is a good flight baby.â He chimed happily and just like that you relaxed a bit. He was right of course. Bad seatmates didnât make a bad flight. Small things didnât have to be big. Once again you tried to calm yourself, to convince yourself that you were on vacation. You were being swept away and it would be great if all your extra thoughts could be swept away too.
âThis is the house?â After a flight you slept through, and an ok trip through the airport that involved a car rental associate who was star struck, here the two of you were. The house was directly on the beach. From the outside it didnât look like much which made you feel a bit better. If he had rented a beach mansion or something along those lines you would have worried the whole trip about how much all of it had cost and...and if you were really worth all the trouble. But this,...this was so quaint and so cozy. âThis is it.â He pulled into the driveway and then put the car into park. You got out admiring the houseâs slightly cracked white paint, the green ivy underneath the two small windows on either side of the weathered wooden door. The waves sounded incredibly close and you guessed the beach was literally right in your backyard. Jackson was behind you with your bags. âHere,â when you turned he was holding the key towards you all smiles, âopen her up.â He instructed. The key got stuck for a moment in the lock. You panicked per usual but it gave when you pushed your shoulder against the heavy wood. âBe careful,â he clucked his tongue at you but you ignored him. You were stuck looking at the inside. Everything was so bright. You sucked in a breath because of all the light. There were huge skylights all throughout. The entryway was neat, a small blue weathered table held a bowl where Jackson dropped the car keys. He pressed his hand to the small of your back and your feet automatically started to shuffle step forward. The entryway opened into a small kitchen with white tile and teal cabinets. The appliances didnât look new aged or terrifying like Jacksonâs. The big white well loved looking stove was comforting. Through the kitchen There was an open airy dinning room and living room. The living room ended in two gigantic glass doors that opened onto a hedge enclosed patio. The bricks were weathered but still a good red. There was a round picnic table with a few shelves, a rack with two surfboards, and what looked like a hot tub. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek, âletâs look at the bedroom.â It was through a doorway off the kitchen, past a half bathroom. The bedroom suite seemed to be all windows. There were three huge windows with breezy white curtains. The bed was gigantic four poster deal, piled high with pillows at the head. The comforter was white like everything else. âThereâs one of those clawfoot tubs,â He led you a little further in, towards the doorway of the bathroom. The tub was huge. There was a shower head on the wall above it. Another two windows, more light. âThis place is beautiful.â You finally got out. He squeezed your hand, âI know you like simple things and I thought this place would be nice. The beach is right down a back path and-â You tipped your chin up lips pursed asking for him to dip and kiss you. âThank you so much for bringing me,â you spoke against his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist. âYouâre welcome.â His smile was triumphant. He only let you go to help unpack but beamed the entire time like a happy child. You knew this look, his eyes were centered on yours. He licked his lips before he kissed you. âI picked this house because itâs cozy andâŚâ He trailed off to kiss you again. âAnd?â âAnd you never wanna have fun in my bathtub so I made sure that this house had one that was so big you couldnât argue with me about soaking together.â  He explained. âJackson.â He beamed again his face back to innocence, âdonât you want to soak with me?â He asked. âYou donât just want to soak,â you pointed out. He shrugged, âhumor me.â  In truth he had begged to soak with you plenty of times but the tub in his apartment made you nervous. You had this vision of the two of you settling in and getting stuck or getting in and overflowing the tub in an embarrassing splash. Well maybe it wouldnât be embarrassing to him but in your mind it was motifying.  You bit your bottom lip and considered the big claw foot tub in the house again. âI guess thereâs no harm in a nice soak.â You said softly.  He could barely contain his excitement, he moved deliberately trailing his hands down your waist then squeezing. He searched your face before he broke out into a grin that made you laugh.  âJackson,â it was hard not to laugh at him. âJackson right now? You donât want to eat first?â He cocked his head, âI do, but letâs do that later, my back hurts from the flight.â You made a âsureâ face but didnât argue. It was better to humor him, he gave your bottom another not so gentle squeeze before kissing the top of your head. âSo a nice bath, then Iâll make you food,...â he trailed off and took your hand.
The fragrance from the bubble bath he found was making your head feel dreamy and relaxed. His back was against one side of the tub and yours was on the other. He insisted on massaging your feet and there really wasnât any huge point to arguing. He rubbed away while you sighed slowly to yourself. âYou have the cutest little feet.â He murmured. âTheyâre so gross.â Your response was automatic, years of having being told they were flawed in some way meant that you were use to parroting back the words when you were complimented. âTheyâre perfect on you.â He dug deep into the sole of your foot and you couldnât help but groan. âAlways say nice things about yourself.â He murmured. âYeah I know.â You sunk lower into the water and he took the invitation to work his hands up your leg. It was hard for you to say nice things about yourself all the time. You were use to your self deprecating jokes. But he was quick to redirect them, he always told you to make it nice instead. His hands were steady on your body focusing your mind back into the moment.  It was never gonna be just a soak, but you didnât do anything to stop him. He felt the back of your knee and a shiver ran up your body. His eyes were focused on your skin, âyouâll let me do this at home now right?â He pulled himself a little closer so his hands could go further up, âa nice hot bath, foot massages.â âYouâre very good at them,â your voice was barely above a whisper. His eyes seemed to darken. He leaned farther forward, upsetting the water and bubbles so he could kiss your forehead. Under the water his hand had made it all the way up which meant his fingers were in a prime position to rub you where you were most sensitive. He kept the pressure light, teasing you. A whine broke past your lips. He ducked his head and kissed you. âI want you to relax,â he said softly against your lips, he dipped his fingers inside of you. It was so hard not to squirm, he pulled them back and forth slowly before he stopped. You gripped the sides of the the tub and tried to urge him to move. His eyes were mischievous. âJackson,â You tried to roll your hips to get him to do anything but tease you. He cocked his head, âsay something nice about yourself.â The command confused you. Your brow furrowed and for a moment you were confused, âwhat?â He pulled his hand completely away and touched your face instead. âI read that itâs nice to hear compliments from others but reinforcing it with words you say to yourself is even better.â His voice was earnest his hand dipped into the water again and found your breast. âSomething niceâŚâ He played with your nipple and you whimpered. Your mind was reaching for something, any sort of compliment that would make sense. âI like my thighs.â  He beamed, triumphant, then pinched your nipple lightly, âwhat else baby? Youâre so beautiful thereâs a million things to compliment.â You were so use to his praise that it was hard to give yourself the same attention. He switched to your other nipple and kissed your forehead again. âOne more.â He encouraged. You swallowed, his hands sending pleasure and want all throughout your body. You willed your brain and your mouth to talk, to say something so he would give you what you needed. âI have nice skin...the cream you gave me makes it so soft.â You admitted. He liked that, he kissed you harder. He had both hands involved now, tickling the sides of your tummy. The giggle that escaped your mouth made his smile even wider. âThe most perfect skin.â He spent the rest of the bath praising you. Cooing all his favorite compliments while he played with your body. It didnât take long before your hands gripped the side of the tub and you called his name. Your body locked and then the pleasure ripped through your limbs in what felt like a blaze. Dimly you knew you had splashed water and maybe that would have embarrassed you, but there were more important things. Like the way you still shook while he kissed you everywhere he could reach. If you felt dreamy before your mind was downright foggy now. âYou liked that baby?â He asked, finally pulling away to look at you. Your bones felt like jelly, thank god the tub wasnât too deep. There was no doubt in your mind you would have melted further into the water. It took you what felt like hours to barely nod your head and indicate that yes you had indeed liked it. âItâs so cute when you say my name like that.â he went back to sitting across the tub from you, a smug smile on his face. You didnât know what face you were making but hopefully it was satisfied. âLetâs just spend the rest of the time here.â You finally got out. He didnât argue with you, just rested his head on the rim of the tub, âas long as youâre happy thatâs all I care about.â You sat up a little, âIâm the happiest Iâve been in forever.â âPerfect.â He spoke softly and maybe it was more to himself than you but he was right. The feeling was perfect.    Â
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