#i know i said i would try to write out him going through with the actual changes but I dunno guys I'm not really feeling it
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two player game
pairing: gamer boy! yunho x gf! reader
genre: smut with zero plot
summary: you find something worthwhile to occupy your attention while your boyfriend is wrapped up in his current save file.
w.c: 1.7k
warnings: nasty dom! yuyu (bro gets a bit whiny), tiny bit bratty mostly good girl! reader, pet names + name calling, praise + degradation, SIZE KINK đŁď¸đŁď¸đŁď¸, monster cock yunho agenda, implied throat/hole training, manhandling, edging, cockwarming w throat, messy oral + deep-throating, finger sucking, a (rough) quick fuck bc yunho cums in 0.5 seconds, breeding + bulge kink, creampie <3
a/n: as a certified yunwhore i simply couldnât pass up the opportunity to write about gamer boy yuyu ~~ honestly i have no excuse for this tbh i just need him so baddddd and this is what i have to do to keep the voices at bay đâđź anygays, enjoy lovelies! and if you liked, please consider sharing your thots with me :3 <3
âYou said you would stop playing after you finished that level, Yun, come on,â you whined to your boyfriend, who was currently balls deep in the newest video game he just bought. It shouldâve been you he was balls deep in, yet here you were, third wheeling to an inanimate object.Â
Yunho ducked and weaved around your waving hands that were currently trying to block his view from the flatscreen tv he was locked in on, sitting up from the slouched position he had on the sofa you both were lounging on.Â
âUgh,â you huffed, throwing yourself back into the couch, your arms crossing over your chest. âWhatever.âÂ
He turned his head for a moment to look at you apologetically, reminiscent of a golden retriever that just got scolded. âIâm sorry, baby, I swear, Iâll get off soon. Iâm justâŚat a really good part right now.âÂ
âYou said that twenty minutes agoooo.â You leaned against Yunho, your cheek squishing into his large shoulder, pawing at his nearest thigh. âWhy canât you play with me, instead of your stupid game?âÂ
âOh, I see.â Yunho raised an eyebrow at you, glancing at you through his peripheral vision. âSomeoneâs in heat, huh?âÂ
You let out a whimper, kneading at his upper thigh. âI want you, YunâŚPlease, pay attention to me~âÂ
Yunho simply spread his thighs apart, your gaze shifting from his mischievous eyes to his poorly concealed cock still trapped inside his black sweatpants. He grunted, reaching down to adjust it, moving his thick length over so that it laid comfortably across the thigh closest to you. âYou can have me, princess. Iâm right here.âÂ
Just as you were about to pounce on him, Yunho grasped the bottom of your face in between his slender fingers. âAhh, ahh, ahh.â Chuckling at the sight of your squished cheeks and confused face, he leaned in, whispering, âGo ahead and cockwarm me, baby, with that pretty little mouth of yours. You can do that for me while I finish this part, mm?âÂ
The sick bastard was toying with you. Well, two could play at that game. Licking your lips, you got down onto your knees in front of Yunho, fitting yourself in between his open thighs. Without saying a word, you began to run your fingers along his soft length over the material of his pants, tracing the outline of it, feeling it harden underneath your fingertips, making sure to rub your thumb over his pronounced tip, knowing it was sensitive.Â
As if on cue, a small whimper escaped Yunhoâs straining throat, his eyebrows screwing together as if to concentrate harder, refusing to look down at you.Â
Filled with determination to interrupt his gaming, you tugged the waistline of his sweatpants down, your thighs squeezing together from the way his dripping cock smacked heavily up into his lower abdomen. You wrapped your hand around it, humming at how warm it felt within your grasp, lowering yourself down to slowly drag your tongue from the base up to the tip, licking around the tip until it shined. Lightly sucking it into your mouth, you palmed his balls one at a time, squeezing them suddenly, earning another whimper from your boyfriend.Â
âYouâre playing dirty, princess,â Yunho grunted, pressing his back into the couch, glancing down at you just in time to watch a good majority of his pulsing cock disappear down your throat. âFuck, what a good slutâŚâ He stroked the top of your head like he would with a cat, nodding approvingly. âI trained your throat well, havenât I? Now, stay just like that while I play, okay?âÂ
Your cheeks grew warm from hearing your boyfriendâs polarizing praise, unable to keep yourself from letting his thick length push even deeper down into your throat, breathing shallowly through your nose, your lips already stinging at the corners. âMmmrfffâŚ.â You stayed still for as long as you could with his oversized cock pressing against your tongue and throat, beads of saliva dripping past your mouth and down along his slick skin, using your hand to lube up what you couldnât fit inside your mouth in the meantime.Â
Yunho shuddered from underneath your touch, his half-closed eyes shifting downwards to burn the image of his tiny girlfriend, who was currently being swallowed by one of his many hoodies, trying her absolute best to fit his big cock inside her mouth. Your stark size differences always made him throb, made him want to take advantage of them in every way he could. âLook at you, taking all of me like that, babyâŚTake some more, okay?â he exhaled, sliding his slender fingers into your hair and bucking his hips up, fucking himself into your tight, warm throat.Â
âMmnnâŚ!â you moaned back, squeezing your hands into his large thighs, feeling his muscles tighten up underneath your fingertips. You were so wet already, you had no choice but to squeeze your bare thighs together as a poor attempt to keep from soaking the carpet underneath you. Being enveloped in your boyfriendâs warm cologne and clothes while he ruthlessly shoved his cock down your throat was simply too much for a sensitive girl like you to handle without creaming yourself.Â
âSo tight, princess, just like your wet little cunt, huh?â he groaned out, opting to wrap his fingers around the back of your neck and continue shoving himself into your throat, rolling his hips up in a quick, sloppy fashion, with clear desperation, and a need to give his pretty cum dump a load to gulp down. He audibly hummed at the choked moans and gasps you were letting out, pulling out just to roughly slap his cock down onto your lolled out tongue, grunting and groaning as he shot thick spurts of cum down your throat. He tried to control his panting, wanting to hear your answer to his next question. âYou sounded so hot, choking and moaning on my cock like that. You soaked your panties just from getting throat-fucked, didnt you, baby?âÂ
âUh-huhhh,â you purred, your voice a bit gravelly from the abuse your throat took, swallowing down most of his load, only sticking your tongue back out when he reached down to push two fingers over it and into the back of your throat.Â
Yunho watched with awe as you didnât seem to gag, humming at the feeling of you sucking the rest of his pre-cum and other mixed fluids from his slender digits. âThatâs my good girlâŚso well trained nowâŚfuck.âÂ
You moaned onto his fingers that continued to lazily slide over your tongue and occasionally down into your throat, slowly pulling away to purr, âMy cuntâs trained too, Yuyu. Donât you wanna fill up my other hole, see how well I can handle your cock now?â Â
Not caring that he had been missing out on the important lore that was playing out in the current cutscene the entire time, Yunho tossed his controller out of the way and lifted you up from the floor, taking a second to push your soaked panties out of the way before he sat you down onto his cock. He let out a small growl, watching your cunt swallow the thick tip of his cock and slowly take the rest of him inch by inch. âGod, youâre still so fucking tight, princessâŚâ Yunho pressed his lips onto your ear, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, the borrowed hoodie you wore bunching up near your tummy. âMm, but you canât help having such a tiny pussy, can you? So small and cuteâŚperfect for my big cock to fuck fullâŚâÂ
âPerfect for you, Yun, just for youânnnghâŚ!â you gasped sharply, just as your boyfriend began ramming himself up into you, his hands tightening the grip they had around your soft waist, using you like you were his own perfectly crafted cocksleeve. âSo big, so biggg, fuckââ
âAnd youâll fit it all inside your perfect cunt, just like you always do, wonât you, baby? Yeah, just like that,â he groaned out, lowering one hand down to your tummy to rub circles over it, feeling his own cock as it slammed into your cunt each and every time. It never failed to make him feel so dizzy, knowing you were this small, yet you could always take his cock like a champ. âThatâs my girl, look at you go, baby, letting me breed you like thisâŚso good for meâŚâÂ
âSo good, so good for you, YuyuâŚâ You gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into them through his hoodie, unable to keep yourself from moving your hips down whenever he fucked up into you, growing more and more desperate now that you were on the edge of ecstasy. âGonna cumâŚoh my god, breed me, pleaseâŚ!âÂ
âGonna fuck you so full of my load, princessâŚâ Yunho tossed his head back into the couch, his deep groans gradually turning into a staccato of whiny, higher-pitched moans, still able to forcefully drive you down onto his cock, but his thrusts growing increasingly sloppy and desperate. All Yunho had to do was lift his head back up to look at your pretty fucked out face and how effortlessly tiny you looked wearing his hoodie to reach his limit, immediately pumping his hot load into you as soon as it began spurting out of his aching cock. âYou feel that, baby? All the cum Iâm fucking into youâŚ?âÂ
âMmhmmâŚ!â It felt so good, you started to cry. âI love it, YuyuâŚâÂ
Just as his cockhead roughly kissed your cervix for the last time, Yunho felt your cunt lock around him like a vice, something warm and wet coating his cock and lap. âFuck, you just came all over my cock, didnât you?â He chuckled, rubbing your back in small circles. âAlways making such a mess, arenât you, babygirl?âÂ
âItâs all your fault, Yun,â you whined softly into Yunhoâs shoulder, hugging onto him for dear life, your vision fading in and out. If you had came any harder, you wouldâve passed out, though it was always like this whenever you were around your irresistible boyfriend.Â
âMm, why donât you remind me of who it was that interrupted my gaming session?â He sent a playful smile your way, booping your nose when you pouted. âOh baby, next time, just ask me if we can switch to a two player game~âÂ
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Oh boi, I've been wanting to write Elliott x Farmer for a while so here we go:
Based off one of the comments of the original post
"I would suggest we make time for a little 'rendezvous' in my old cabin... But I'm afraid it's become rather... Musty... In my absence" Elliott says. I'd like to think he's being playful but I can't really tell. His words are mischievous but his eyes seem melancholic. I mean, well, he writes angsty stuff all the time, why would this be any different, he loves feeling melancholic. He's an overemotional drama queen, and that's pretty much why I fell for him in the first place. But something's off today.
I look at him, up and down. Wouldn't be the first time we escape a social gathering and make time for ourselves. I work relentlessly. He writes relentlessly. Our kids mess around the house relentlessly, too.
"Why not?" I suggest. "It's not like anyone's paying attention."
His green eyes widen, his face blushes for just an instant and I recognize his look. He bites his lower lip, grabs my arm and pulls me into the cabin so quickly I can't even react. As soon as I step into the cabin I understand what he meant by "musty". The air feels heavy, humid, and the wood is starting to decay. His old piano is still there; withering away.
He locks the door behind us and I can already feel his heavy breath. I can't help but find it cute. It's been three years and he still gets all hot and bothered. He's turning his back on me, his hand still on the door knob.
"Elliott? Are you all right?" I ask.
"I have really neglected this place, haven't I..." He murmurs. "It's- it's not romantic at all, I-..."
"Love, it's okay, I don't mind" I try to reassure him, rubbing his back. Something's wrong but I'm not can't put my finger on it. "It's been quite some time since the last time you came here, huh."
Elliott laughs nervously and forces himself to let go of the door knob. He turns around and looks at his cabin, his eyes scanning every corner.
"I really used to live like this, didn't I?"
"I didn't know this place brought you bad memories", I say, my voice soft, almost a whisper. I know we don't talk much; my words are usually rather scarce, I can't remember the last time we sat and spoke to each other. I'd rather listen, but Elliott doesn't speak too much, either.
He runs a hand through his copper hair.
"Once upon a time, there lived a man by the sea..." Elliott speaks quietly, absently. "He dreamed of fame and greatness; he dreamed of people remembering his name. However, that day never came, and his little cabin by the sea, he let it rot away."
I frown, trying to make a meaning off of this.
"My father bought this cabin a long time ago, we used to have our vacation here, when I was a kid. With time I guess we all forgot about it, then I remembered it when he kicked me out."
My eyes widen.
"He... Kicked you out? Why am I learning about this just now?!"
"Well, he wasn't happy when I said I wasn't pursuing a career in the family business." Elliott runs his hand through the dusty desk, then fidgets around with an old inkwell. The ink has been dry for a very long time. "I didn't have much money. I was running out when I met you."
"That part, I remember, yeah", I reply.
"It's not that this cabin holds bad memories, as you said. It just a reminder of almost everything that hasn't worked out in my life. All the scrapped manuscripts. All the arguing with my father. All the times I stayed up late, trying to come up with the perfect plot, the perfect words, the perfect... Everything" he closes his eyes and sighs. I look at him and take his hand in mine. I love it: it's so soft. "And then, one day, you showed up and took care of that old farm nobody cared about. And you took care of me..."
He leans his head over mine. His hair tickles my nose, and it smells like pomegranate shampoo.
"I can take care of this place, too" I suggest, trying to cheer him up. "Just like I did with the farm."
"No, no. This place is mine to bear, not yours. However I would like to take your example and make this old place something worth the effort. Something out kids will be happy inheriting."
I look up at him and smile.
"Yeah? You wanna do that?"
Elliott smiles and nods. I feel his hand make its way through my eternally sore back to my waist. I rest my hand on his, fidgeting with his wedding ring.
"It's not that musty", I tease, after a very long silence. "The bed's still in good shape."
When you're just trying to make some goddamn soup but Elliott wants to have sex in his mouldy ass cabin.
#stardew valley#sdv#sdv elliott#elliott stardew valley#sdv fanfic#stardew elliott#elliott x farmer#its 3am and im not a native English speaker so im sorry if the grammar is weird
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The nearness of you
The main blame for this one-shot lies entirely to Queen Gorgo and her line "your lips can finish what your fingers have started".
Pairing: Aemond x fem!reader (i'm not used to use the first person p.o.v. mainly because in English i usually mess everything up by trying to fit verb tenses together so i hope everything is comprehensible).Â
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Fluff but a little smut towards the end, nothing too explicit 'cause i'm not good at writing it. Fairly ooc Aemond, obviously. But, as I've already said, I really like a softer Aemond, and I like the idea that, with the right person, he would totally show his feelings (after a lot of convincing, of course, as we all know how lacking in affection and love our guy is, and it would take him quite a while before he would let himself go).  Â
Beta reader: my sister, but like me, she's too obsessed with Aemond and i'm afraid she is not entirely objective. Whatever. Enjoy.
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Wrapping yourself in your heavy velvet dressing gown, you quickly went back to bed after adding a couple of wooden logs to brighten the fire in the huge fireplace, watching Aemond sleeping peacefully in the dim glow provided by the candles and the burning fire.
He lies prone, his arms folded under the pillow and one leg slightly bent towards the middle of the mattress. His slender body, chiselled by years of training, is relaxed, his features softened.
Despite the fact that the two of you have been married for a long time and that you know every single millimetre of his body, shyness sometimes leads you to blush in front of him, as if you still were the inexperienced young maiden of your wedding night.
You stretch out a hand, at first caressing gently his scarred cheek with the knuckles, paying attention to not hurt his wounded eye, then stroking his head with caring touches, enjoying the sensation of the silky strands between your fingers. He is so distant from the unflattering portrait that your aunt made of him as soon as the news of your betrothal was spreaded through the realm, who depicted Aemond as a "monster ready to feed you to his dragon at his first bad day".
A bit introvert, with a closed-off and apparently unfriendly character, maybe sometimes grumpy but definitely not a monster, Aemond is always caring and gentle with you and the few people he trust and love. Otherwise, you had learnt that his usual demeanour is just a façade, that the real Aemond is the one hanging with you in the library, flying with Vhagar or laying in your marital bed. But all is fine as it is, you surely don't want to change or fix him in any way: after all, what's wrong with him to fix? You love him as he is, and people needs to be loved as they are, not as the world would like them to be.
You move your hand down slowly along his shoulders, feeling under your fingertips the scratches you remember leaving him with the nails during the night, marks that you could find again on his shoulder blades and down his muscular back, on his narrow, jerky hips, marks that goes alongside with older ones earned during his strict sword training. If you close your eyes, you can easily recall the sensation of his muscles moving beneath your touch and the heat of his skin against yours, his hands ceaselessly travelling on your body and his weight as he hold you firmly still against the mattress with the absolute need to feel you trembling beneath him, to hear you screaming his name on each deep and precise thrust of his hips.
Your gaze follows the trail of your nails even further, on the roundness of Aemond's buttocks, on which you suddenly no longer have the courage to stretch your hand, despite the fact that only few hours earlier you had grasped them with all your strength to pull him as closer as possible to your core so he could sink deeper into your walls.
"We'll end up keeping the whole fortress awake... i can stop if it's too much, mh?" he'd chuckled out of the blue, teasing you a little after a loud cry escaped your mouth.
"Don't you dare." was your response, hissed in his ear and making him laugh heartily. "My word, Aemond, if you stop now, i'll make you pay for it."
"Oh, would you? I'm almost tempted to stop right now just to see how you will make me pay for my disobedience."
Shooking your head, with your hand still steady right above the dimples at the bottom of his back, you furtively check if Aemond is still asleep, surrendering to the urge to repeat the same gestures of that night: taking a deep breath, your hand lingered on the smooth skin of his bare ass, savouring that feeling for a while before squeezing it gently.
"Your lips can finish what your fingers have started."
You gasp surprised, blushing like you're again that little girl caught stealing the pastries set to cool in the kitchens of your father's castle, noticing the smirk painted on Aemond's lips and his wonderful eye pointed at you, clearly amused and flattered by your attentions.
"I thought... Gods... i thought you were asleep... how long have you been awake?"
"Hm...a while. Let's say since i felt your fingers on my face." he hummed, noticing your reddened cheeks. "How come that we're married for a long time yet you still blush over me? Oh, look at you... don't be shy, darling. You know you can touch whatever you want, whenever you want."
Blushing was the least of it, since a glance from him was often enough to set you on fire.
"Keep going though, i was enjoying it."
Yeah, of course he was. "What a little rascal you are."
With a wide smile Aemond turns on his back, offering his whole being to your gaze, to your will.
"Come darling, come to me." whispers, stretching his arms towards you and guidind you on top.
His skin felt so familiar and warm it hurt your heart. Moving a little, you adjust yourself on his pelvis before running your hands over him again, and again, and again, until suddenly you can feel his yearning running through his veins like a fire, bringing his blood to the boiling point, flushing his skin: you can sense it by the way his manhood is already leaking against you. With his breathing more strained, Aemond pulls himself up to sit, his muscles tensed at every single touch on his body, letting you taking him again as his hands flattened against your spine, drawing you as closer as possible.
"Don't be shy, you can do what you want to me. I'm yours."
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Something To Be Thankful For
Masterlist || Ao3
AN:Â With Thanksgiving in the US next week, I could not help myself! Started writing this one last week and debated on posting, but here we are. Enjoy! Grateful for this community! (Also needed to post this before I move onto writing some Christmas content, lol!)
Pairing:Â Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader
Word Count:Â 3.8k
Tags/Warnings:Â Thanksgiving, fluff, domestic moments, holiday traditions, family dynamics, slow burn, new relationship, found family, mentions of grief, mentions of wine/alcohol, and food TW.
Sypnosis:Â When you accept an unexpected Thanksgiving invitation from Aaron Hotchner and his son Jack, a simple holiday dinner becomes something more. Through shared laughter, heartfelt moments, and the warmth of a home-cooked meal, you discover the beauty of connection and the quiet joy of being exactly where you belong.
You were shuffling papers into your go-bag when you heard a knock on the edge of your desk. Glancing up, you were greeted by Hotchâs warm smile, softer than the one he wore in the field but still undeniably him. It was a smile youâd only recently gotten used toâthe kind of smile that reminded you things between the two of you were no longer strictly professional.
The bullpen was quieter than usual. Most of the team had already left for the extended Thanksgiving break. Morgan had been the first to bolt, teasing everyone about having a ârealâ meal with family, while Garcia had dragged Reid out the door, insisting he couldnât spend the holiday with nothing but his books for company. Rossi had a feast he was looking forward to slaving over, and you could still hear Emily groan at having to see her mother. JJ, however, was looking forward to the domestic Thanksgiving she was hosting. Now, it was just you and Hotch left, lingering in the familiar silence of the BAU.
âYouâre not headed out yet?â Aaronâs voice broke the silence, low and thoughtful, drawing your attention away from your bag. He stood near your desk, hands in his pockets, his tie slightly loosened from the day.
âJust tying up some loose ends,â you replied, zipping your bag shut and brushing a stray hair from your face. âYou?â
He hesitated, his gaze shifting from your bag to you and then back again. His expression was softer than usual, but his shoulders still carried that ever-present weight. âActually, I wanted to ask what your plans are for Thanksgiving.â
âOh, nothing special.â You shrugged, keeping your tone light and breezy. âMy familyâs out of state, so Iâll probably just stay in. Maybe Iâll cook something small and watch some cheesy holiday movies. You know, the usual.â
Aaron frowned slightly, the crease between his brows deepening, and you immediately regretted how casually youâd phrased it. His concern was unmistakable, and it made your stomach flip.
âYouâre spending it alone?â he asked, his voice a touch lower, softer.
âWell, yeah,â you said lightly, trying to shrug it off. âI didnât think traveling back for just a few days made sense. Plus, itâs not like Iâve never done it before.â
He didnât respond right away, and his silence made you look up at him. There was something unreadable in his expression, a quiet thoughtfulness that always made you feel like he saw more than you ever intended to show. His lips pressed together briefly, and then his shoulders relaxed just a fraction. When he finally spoke, there was a quiet determination in his tone.
âThen join me and Jack.â
You blinked. âWhat?â
âJoin us,â he repeated, stepping closer, his voice gentler this time. âItâll just be the two of us. Jessica is with Haleyâs family, and Sean⌠well, who knows where he is. Thereâs plenty of room at the table.â
âOh, Aaron, I donât want to intrudeââ
âYou wouldnât be,â he interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. He stepped closer still, and now his eyes held yours with an intensity that left no room for doubt. âJack would love to have you there. And so would I.â
Your throat tightened at his sincerity, and for a moment, you could only stare at him. This was Aaron Hotchnerâstoic, composed, sometimes impossibly guarded. But now, he was standing in front of you, asking you to spend Thanksgiving with him and his son. It was more than an invitationâit felt like a gesture, an opening to something you hadnât dared to hope for.
The two of you hadnât discussed Thanksgiving before this. Your relationship was still new, so new that youâd intentionally avoided bringing up the holiday, not wanting to impose or create any kind of awkward expectation. But here he was, offering exactly what you hadnât dared to ask for.
âYouâre sure?â you asked, your voice quieter now, hesitant.
âIâm very sure,â he said, his voice soft but resolute. âYou shouldnât spend the holiday alone. And honestlyâŚâ He paused, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. âIt wouldnât feel right without you.â
Aaron could see the uncertainty flickering in your expression, but he also saw the moment it gave way to something warmer, something that made his chest tighten. He hadnât planned to askânot until he saw you standing there, zipping up your bag with a casual mention of spending the day alone. The thought of you sitting by yourself, piecing together a small meal, felt wrong in a way he couldnât ignore.
You nodded, the weight of his sincerity breaking through your hesitation. âOkay. Iâll come.â
The relief that washed over his face was subtle but unmistakable, and his small smile made your chest feel impossibly light. âGood. Iâll pick you up tomorrow?â
âYeah,â you said, unable to stop the smile spreading across your lips. âSounds perfect.â
As the two of you walked to the elevator, silence filled the space, but it wasnât uncomfortable. You felt his presence next to you, steady and sure, and your mind raced with the implications of spending Thanksgiving with him and Jack. It was new territory, uncharted and a little daunting, but the thought of sitting at his tableâlaughing, sharing stories, carving turkeyâfilled you with a warmth that hadnât been there before.
Aaron glanced at you as you both stepped into the elevator, catching the faint trace of a smile on your lips. For him, the idea of having you there wasnât just about avoiding loneliness; it was about inviting you into something that mattered to him. Jack needed to see that warmth, that joy again. And, quietly, so did he.
The morning of Thanksgiving arrived, and your kitchen looked like a crime sceneâa deliciously fragrant, pumpkin-filled crime scene. Flour dusted the counter, a rolling pin was haphazardly balanced against a bowl, and the golden-brown crust of your homemade pumpkin pie was cooling on a rack, mocking you with its imperfect edges.
âThis has to be perfect,â you muttered, frowning as you adjusted the spices in the filling for the third time. Despite your best efforts, doubt lingered like a stubborn stain. You didnât want to bring just any dessert to Aaron and Jackâs Thanksgiving table; it had to be flawless.
But the pie wasnât your only problem.
Your bedroom was a disaster zone. A few blouses were draped over the chair, rejected dresses lay in a heap on the bed, and a pair of black heels youâd pulled from the back of your closet sat mockingly on the floor. Every outfit you tried on felt wrongâtoo formal, too casual, or just not you.
After tossing yet another top onto the growing pile, you grabbed your phone and hit Aaronâs contact. The second you heard his warm, familiar voice on the other end, you started rambling.
âHey, okay, so, uh, whatâs the dress code for today? Like, should I wear a dress? Or maybe a nice top and jeans? Or should I do something fancier? I donât want to overdo it, but I also donât want to look like I didnât tryâoh God, what if I look like Iâm trying too hard? Are we doing photos? Do I need to plan for that? Aaronââ
âHey,â he interrupted, a soft laugh threading through his voice. âTake a breath.â
You paused, clutching the phone tightly as you exhaled. âSorry. Iâm just⌠overthinking.â
âI can tell,â he said, still chuckling. âBut you donât have to. Trust me.â
âHow can I not overthink? Itâs our first holiday together, and I donât want to mess it up,â you admitted in a rush.
âYou wonât,â he assured you, his tone gentle. âHonestly, youâre adorable when you get frazzled like this.â
Your cheeks heated at his words, and before you could protest, he added, âJackâs still in his pajamas. And as for me⌠well, Iâm not exactly pulling out a suit for dinner at home. Something comfortable is perfectly fine.â
âWaitâJackâs still in his pajamas?â you asked, blinking in disbelief, looking at the clock on your nightstand.
âYes,â Aaron said, clearly amused. âAnd heâll probably stay in them until I convince him to change for dinner. So, whatever youâre comfortable in will be perfect. You donât need to try for us.â
His words sank in, melting some of the tension in your chest. âOkay,â you said quietly, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. âThank you. I think I needed to hear that.â
âOf course,â he said softly. âNow, howâs the pie coming along?â
You glanced toward the kitchen, where the scent of nutmeg and cinnamon lingered in the air. âItâs⌠well, itâs not going to win any awards for presentation, but I think itâll taste good.â
âThatâs all that matters,â Aaron said. âWeâre looking forward to itâand to seeing you.â
Your stomach fluttered at the warmth in his voice. âMe too,â you murmured, suddenly feeling a lot calmer.
âGood. Iâll be there soon to pick you up. Take your time finishing up.â
âOkay. Thanks, Aaron.â
After you hung up, you felt the lingering anxiety dissolve. You ditched the fancy outfit idea and settled on your favorite pair of jeans and a cozy sweater. Then, you went back to the pie, focusing on getting the filling just right while you waited for him to arrive.
When the familiar black SUV pulled into your driveway, you took a deep breath, balancing the still-warm pumpkin pie in one hand and a bag filled with carefully packed containers in the other. You barely had time to lock the door behind you before Jack jumped out of the car and bounded up to meet you, a wide grin on his face.
âHi!â he chirped, his excitement palpable. He glanced at the pie in your hands. âIs that dessert?â
âIt sure is,â you said, crouching slightly to meet his gaze. âAnd thereâs more where that came from. I hope youâre hungry.â
âOh, Iâm always hungry,â Jack said with a dramatic sigh, making you laugh.
Aaron approached a moment later, his brows lifting in surprise as he took in the scene. You were balancing a picture-perfect pumpkin pie in one hand and a bag in the other, your face flushed with a mix of excitement and nerves.
âPumpkin pie andâwhatâs in the bag?â he asked, his tone light with curiosity.
You straightened, holding the bag up with a sheepish smile. âHomemade stuffing. And a couple of bottles of wine.â
Aaron blinked, his lips curving into an amused smile. He had expected you to bring the pumpkin pie you raved about, knowing how thoughtful you were, but this was above and beyond. âYou didnât have to go all out.â
âItâs Thanksgiving,â you replied, shrugging. âIt felt weird to show up empty-handed.â
âAnd the wine?â he asked, his tone teasing as his gaze flicked to the bottles tucked in the side pocket of the bag.
âOne red, one white,â you said, grinning. âYou like red, I like white, and Iâm not driving, so⌠why not?â
Aaron chuckled softly, shaking his head. Youâd thought of everything. âFair enough. Why not?â
Jack reached for the bag, eager to help, but Aaron gently intercepted it. âLet me carry that,â he said, taking the bag and pie from you. âYou take it easy. Weâve got this.â
As he walked back to the car, his thoughts lingered on you. Heâd always admired your attention to detail, but this? This was another level. It wasnât just the food or the wineâit was the thoughtfulness behind it. Youâd taken the time to think about what would make the day special, not just for him but for Jack, too. It tugged at something deep in him, quiet gratitude that he wasnât facing this day alone anymore.
The drive back to Aaron and Jackâs apartment was quiet and peaceful, the kind of stillness that only came with holidays. The roads were nearly empty; the world seemingly paused for the day.
Jack filled the silence, animatedly telling you about how his dad had let him help with the turkey that morning.
âWell, I didnât really touch the turkey,â Jack admitted, grinning. âBut I got to pick the seasoning!â
From the driverâs seat, Aaron couldnât help but smile. Jack was practically beaming, his excitement contagious. Aaron found himself glancing at you in the rearview mirror, the way your eyes lit up as you listened to Jackâs story.
âYouâve got a good sous chef there, Aaron,â you teased, glancing at him. He gave you one of those small, subtle smiles that you were quickly learning to adore.
The warmth of your voice settled something in him. He hadnât realized how much heâd been dreading this day, how empty it had felt knowing Jessica was away and Sean was off doing who-knew-what. But now, with you in the car and Jackâs laughter filling the space, it felt⌠full. It felt right.
âWell,â Aaron said, his lips twitching into a faint smile, âhe might be better at seasoning than I am.â
Jack let out a laugh, and you joined in, the sound weaving through the quiet hum of the car. Aaronâs chest tightened for a momentânot in discomfort, but in recognition. This was something he hadnât allowed himself to hope for in a long time: the beginnings of a new kind of family, one that made the holidays feel like home again.
When you arrived at the apartment, Aaron carried your things while you shrugged off your coat. He set the bag down carefully and returned to you, his hands outstretched to take your coat. His gaze lingered a little longer, studying your face before trailing down to your outfit. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
âYou look beautiful,â he said, his voice low and warm. The sincerity behind it made your heart skip.
You glanced down at your outfitâa simple pair of jeans and a soft sweaterâand flushed. âThis? Itâs nothing fancy.â
âI know,â he replied, his smile growing slightly. âThatâs why I like it. You could be wearing sweats, and youâd still look great.â
Your chest fluttered at his words, and you smiled shyly. âThanks, Aaron.â
He hung your coat with an easy familiarity, glancing back at you as if he wanted to say more but chose to keep it to himself. For a moment, the quiet in the room felt heavy with something unspoken, but then Jack broke the silence, bounding toward you with the same enthusiasm heâd shown when he first greeted you.
âCome on! Weâre setting the table,â Jack said, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the dining area.
âLead the way,â you said with a laugh, letting him guide you.
Aaron stood by the doorway to the kitchen for a moment, watching the two of you go. Jack was chatting animatedly about napkin folding techniques heâd learned from his Aunt Jess, and you were smiling, nodding along with genuine interest. Aaron turned back to the kitchen, his chest tighteningânot from stress, but from something softer, more hopeful.
The next half hour passed in a warm flurry of activity. While Aaron focused on the turkey, you and Jack worked together to set the table. Jack insisted on folding the napkins into what he called âturkey shapes,â even though they looked more like triangles, and you encouraged his efforts as if he were crafting masterpieces.
âYouâre a natural,â you told him as he carefully adjusted a plate.
He grinned up at you, his pride clear. âDo you really think so?â
âAbsolutely,â you said with a playful wink, and Jackâs grin widened even more.
From the kitchen, Aaron glanced over at the two of you. His hands stilled on the turkey baster as he watched Jack eagerly showing you his handiwork, your laughter mixing with Jackâs excited chatter. The sight made something settle in him, a warmth he hadnât felt in a long time spreading through his chest.
He shifted his focus back to the turkey, his mind wandering to how easily youâd fit into their dynamic. It wasnât forced, wasnât awkward. Instead, it was natural, like youâd been part of their little family all along. He shook his head slightly, the faintest smile lingering on his lips as he resumed preparing dinner.
The apartment filled with the warm, savory aroma of roasting turkey, the clinking of plates as Jack adjusted the table settings, and the soft hum of conversation. Occasionally, you glanced toward the kitchen, where Aaron worked with quiet efficiency, a faint smile playing at the edges of his expression whenever he caught your eye.
Jackâs laughter echoed brightly, and Aaron chuckled softly in response, the sound grounding the space in warmth and comfort. It had been a long time since Thanksgiving had felt like more than just another day, but with you here, it felt different. It felt like something new, something he wanted to hold onto.
The table was set, the food was ready, and the apartment buzzed with a warmth that felt almost tangible. Jack had insisted on lighting the small candle centerpiece heâd picked out, proudly declaring it âfancy.â You couldnât help but laugh as he adjusted the napkins for the third time, clearly taking his job very seriously.
Aaron carried the turkey to the table, the golden skin glistening perfectly, and Jackâs eyes widened in awe. âWhoa, Dad, it looks awesome!â
âThanks, buddy,â Aaron said, his lips quirking into a small smile. His gaze flickered toward you for a moment, something softer lingering there before he gestured for everyone to take their seats.
As the three of you settled in, Jackâs excitement bubbled over. âCan we eat now? Please?â
Aaron shook his head, chuckling. âNot quite yet, Jack.â He leaned forward slightly, his gaze warm as he looked between you and his son. âBefore we start, I think itâs only right that we share what weâre grateful for.â
Jack groaned, though his grin betrayed him. âDadâŚâ
âCome on,â Aaron said with a faint smirk. âItâs tradition.â
Jack sighed dramatically, but you could tell he didnât mind as much as he pretended. Aaron turned to you, a slight tilt of his head. âWould you like to go first?â
You blinked, caught off guard, but quickly smiled. âSure.â You looked at Jack, then at Aaron, and for a moment, your words caught in your throat. âI guess⌠Iâm grateful for this,â you said softly. âFor being here, for both of you. This is the kind of thing Iâve always dreamed ofâa warm meal, good company, and moments that feel like home.â
Aaronâs expression softened, his gaze steady as he nodded. Jack beamed at you, clearly pleased by your answer.
âMy turn!â Jack piped up. âIâm grateful for⌠um⌠pie!â He grinned mischievously before quickly adding, âAnd Dad. And you,â he said, looking at you shyly. âAnd for not having to eat Brussels sprouts this year.â
That earned a laugh from both you and Aaron, and Jack grinned, proud of himself. Aaronâs smile lingered as he turned his attention to Jack.
âWell, Iâm grateful for you, Jack,â he said, his tone soft but steady. âAnd for this⌠for today. Itâs been a while since Thanksgiving felt like Thanksgiving.â
His gaze shifted to you, and there was something unspoken in his eyes, a depth that made your breath catch. âIâm grateful for you,â he said simply. âFor being here.â
The words were gentle but carried a weight that settled over the table like a warm blanket. Jack didnât notice the brief pause that followed, busy trying to decide what part of the turkey to claim first, but you felt itâthe quiet sincerity of what Aaron had said.
As the meal began, the conversation flowed easily, laughter punctuating the clinking of plates and utensils. The food was incredible, each dish perfectly cooked and seasoned. You found yourself marveling at Aaronâs skill in the kitchen.
âThis is amazing,â you said between bites of turkey. âI canât believe you pulled all of this together.â
âDadâs a really good cook,â Jack said proudly. âHe always lets me help.â
Aaron glanced at you, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks at the praise. âIâve had a lot of practice,â he said quietly, his tone tinged with modesty.
The meal stretched on, each bite more delicious than the last, but it wasnât just the foodâit was the atmosphere. The apartment felt alive in a way it hadnât in years. For Aaron, this was the first Thanksgiving he hadnât spent alone with Jack since Haley passed. The ones before thatâwhen he and Haley were divorcedâhad been different, fractured in a way he tried not to dwell on.
But tonight? Tonight was different. It wasnât just the food or the laughter; it was the way you fit so effortlessly into this moment. It was the way Jackâs eyes lit up when you praised his napkin folding, the way your laugh softened the edges of his own grief, the way you leaned into this space like it was where you belonged.
Aaron leaned back slightly, watching you and Jack talk animatedly about the pie, his heart aching in a way that wasnât painful but full. It had been yearsâyearsâsince heâd felt this kind of warmth during a holiday. Not since Jack was a baby, not since he and Haley had been on the same page. This wasnât just a good Thanksgiving. This was a piece of something he hadnât even realized heâd been missing.
For you, this moment was everything youâd dreamed of when you thought about falling in love someday. Not the grand gestures or big declarations, but thisâthe little moments. The laughter shared over a meal, the warmth of a family gathering, the simple joy of being wanted somewhere.
As the evening wore on, Jack began to nod off at the table, and Aaron scooped him up, promising him a slice of pie tomorrow. You helped clear the dishes, and the quiet rhythm of the task ground you both in the moment. Aaron glanced at you as you set the last plate in the sink, his expression soft.
âThank you,â he said quietly.
âFor what?â you asked, turning to meet his gaze.
âFor being here,â he said simply, the weight of his gratitude clear in his voice.
You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest as you replied, âThank you for having me.â And for the first time in a long time, you both felt like Thanksgiving was exactly what it was meant to be.
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Bubble Baths & Blanket Forts
Noah Sebastian x female reader
No warnings, all fluff
So this idea was inspired by the lovely fluffy messages I had last week, in particular @lma1986 and @collisionsofyourkissmakeitsohard and I just couldnât stop thinking about it so here we are đ¤
I still have a load of requests in my inbox and my own works to try and get through over the next few weeks. Itâs been manic in my personal life recently so writing might be a bit slower, we shall see but as always, thank you for your support and patience!
Although Iâm thinking a smutty part 2 of this could be needed đ
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It had been a bad day, a really bad fucking day. Everything that could have gone wrong, had gone wrong and you were so fucking done.
Youâd been messaging your boyfriend about how shit your day was and how you couldnât wait to get home and just curl up and forget about the world.
You walked up to the front door of your flat that you shared with Noah and put the keys in the door, thanking whatever god that was listening that you hadnât dropped the keys because you knew that would be the cherry on top.
You opened the door and was immediately greeted by the most beautiful smell coming from the kitchen.
âHey babe Iâm homeâ
You threw your keys and bag on the side and hung your coat up, instantly feeling better knowing that you were at home.
You heard Noahâs footsteps coming from the kitchen.
âHey beautifulâ
You looked over and saw his smiling face as he walked over to give you a kiss and cuddle hello. You wrapped your arms around him and held onto him while you buried your face in his chest.
âIâm so glad to see youâ
Noah kissed your head and squeezed you into him.
âYeah you said it was a bad day today, want to talk about it?â
You shook your head.
âNo, to be honest, I just want today to be overâ
You pulled away and went to walk into the living room but Noah blocked your way and started to lead you down the hallway.
âYou donât need to go in there, Iâve run you a hot bubble bath so you can have a soak before dinner is readyâ
You stopped and looked up at him in awe.
âReally?â
He smiled. âReally angel, Iâve just finished setting it up in there so go and relax and Iâll call you when dinner is nearly readyâ
You leant up and pulled his collar slightly so he came down to your level for a kiss.
âYouâre incredible do you know that?â
Noah had a playful look on his face. âI know, Iâm brilliant. Now go get that beautiful backside of yours in the bathâ
âDonât fancy joining me?â
Noah smirked and gave you another peck.
âNot this time baby, tonight is all for youâ
You smiled and turned towards the bathroom while Noah headed back off to the kitchen. When you opened the door, the sight nearly brought you to tears.
The whole room was illuminated by candles all around the room and around the bath. You could smell one of your favourite bath bombs coming from the water and you could see the steam still rising. You could hear your favourite music playing softly and folded up on the side was your comfy pyjamas, ready for you to put on after.
You stripped out of your clothes, tied your hair up and walked over to the bath, lifting one leg, you dipped your toes in first to test the temperature which was perfect and then you climbed in and lowered yourself down, not being able to stop the moan falling from your lips as the hot water instantly soothed your tense muscles. You let your body relax under the bubbles and shut your eyes.
You donât know how long you stayed there for, it felt like an eternity before you were disturbed by a gentle knock on the door and Noahâs face coming into view.
âHey baby, how are feeling?â
You kept your head rested on the back of the bath. âI feel so much better, thank youâ
Noah smiled and grabbed a big fluffy towel and held it open to you.
âIâm sorry to say that youâll have to come out now as dinner is nearly readyâ
You nodded and reached down to pull the plug to let the water drain before you stood up, the bubbles clinging to your body.
Noah stepped forward and wrapped the soft around your body before he helped you step out.
âWhatâs for dinner by the way? I forgot to askâ
âYour favouriteâ
Your eyes lit up as you looked up at him.
âSteak?â
âYes with all your favourites. Get yourself into your comfies and then meet me at the tableâ
You nodded, the smile not leaving your face, how could one man be so perfect.
You dried yourself off and got dressed, your body feeling so refreshed after such a bad day.
After making sure you blew out all the candles in the bathroom, you walked down the hallway and into the kitchen/dining area where you had the table set up.
All ready on the table was your dinner, which smelt absolutely divine and the table was set up with more candles and fresh red roses in a vase in the centre.
You honestly thought you could cry, Noah had thought of everything.
âI canât believe youâve done all of thisâ
Noah walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close into his chest, the warmth of his body seeping into yours.
âYou said you had a bad day angel, I just wanted to make it better for youâ
You leaned back into him, feeling so safe and secure in his arms.
âItâs incredible babe, thank youâ
You feel him press a kiss into your hair and then he leads you over to the table, pulling your chair out for you and making sure you were comfortable.
The food was incredible, you both ate in a comfortable silence with the odd conversation here or there but mostly you were just enjoying sitting down together.
Once dinner was over and your food was settling, Noah cleared the plates away and came back over to you.
âI have one more surprise for youâ
You looked up at Noah with a bemused smile âWhat? But youâve done so much already!â
Noah gave you his million dollar smile and took your hand in his.
âIâve saved the best until lastâ
Noah walked you down the hall and stood outside the living room door, now realising that heâd been stopping you from entering all night.
âOk, close your eyes babyâ
You smiled and shut your eyes. You heard him open the door before you felt his hands gently cover your face as he walked you into the room.
âReady?â
You nodded my head, the anticipation running through your body as you heard him whisper âopenâ into your ear and he released his hands.
You opened my eyes and the breath was caught in your throat.
Noah had built a huge blanket fort around the room. Blankets all of sizes were tied to each other and hung up high to create a tent like den in the middle of the room and you could see fairy lights hung around the entrance.
âOh my god Noah! You built this?â
Noah blushed and nodded.
âYeah, I remember you said once that you used to build these all the time as a kid and loved hanging out in them, so I thought Iâd bring that back for youâ
A tear rolled down your cheek as you took it all in.
âCan we go inside?â
Noah laughed and wiped the tear away.
âOf course we can angel, this is all for you, we can shut the rest of the world out in our fort, no problems allowed inâ
You laughed and hugged him tight, feeling his arms pull you closer to him.
âYouâre perfect Noah, you really areâ
You grabbed his hand and went over towards the entrance, Noah lifted up the small blanket that heâd used as the âdoorwayâ and you saw inside that heâd used even more blankets and loads of pillows to cover the floor and heâd even hung fairy lights inside to give a beautiful glow and made it all warm and cosy.
You crawled in, feeling Noah right behind you. You could just about sit up inside, Noah definitely struggling more due to his height so you lied yourself back amongst the pillows and curled yourself up into Noahâs arms.
âThis is the best night everâ
Noah smiled down at you, you felt him absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair or over your back.
âIâm glad you like it angel, I hope Iâve made your shitty day betterâ
You lean up and press your lips to his.
âWhat shitty day?â
His smile matched your own as you both got comfortable, getting lost in the conversation and feeling safe within each otherâs arms, knowing that nothing could prenatal your very own little fortress.
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Max' older brother who charles has had a crush on since they first met, where charles figures out that older brother has been holding back in raceing so their dad focuses on him so he doesnt hurt max, and charles is in awe because older brother could have made it into formula 1 a while ago and charles doesnt think hed be able to do something like that if it were him, so charles decides to help male reader as much as he can without being noticed.
I had someone else try and write this to see if theyd been as enthusiastic as you in writing it but no its like they didnt understand the ask @/playinbillie if you want to see what they wrote. Also this was kinda one of the two stories i had for you i didnt actually know the pairing i wanted for this one so i just made it charles, but the other is a oliver x kimi x male reader.
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Unspoken sacrifice â Charles Leclerc x male!reader
Word countâ 1777
Fluff slightly angsty
The sound of the engines roaring around the track echoed through Charles' chest as he sat in the stands, his gaze fixed on the cars speeding past. But his attention wasnât on the race; it was on himâY/N.
Max's older brother. The one who couldâve been great.
For years, Charles had watched from the sidelines as Y/N, despite his obvious talent, kept himself from rising through the ranks of racing. Every time theyâd go karting, every practice session, Y/N would leave everyone in the dustâexcept for Max. The family dynamic was always clear. Their dad, a former racer himself, was invested in Max. Obsessed with Max.
But Y/N? He was always the silent presence in the background, holding back in ways that didnât make sense to Charles at first. There was something about Y/Nâs racing that seemed... off. Too controlled, too careful, like he was playing a different game entirely. Charles hadnât realized why until recently.
It was after one of the practice races, as he sat next to Y/N on the cool metal bleachers, watching Max celebrate his victory with their dad, that it clicked.
âY/N, why didnât you go for the win?â Charles had asked, his brow furrowing.
Y/N gave him that knowing smile, one that always seemed to hide more than it let on. âBecause he needs to be the one who shines. Max... heâs the one Dad focuses on. You know that.â
Charles stared at him, confused. âBut youâ you couldâve taken that first place. Youâve always been better than me, better than Max.â
Y/Nâs gaze shifted toward the ground, his voice quiet. âSometimes the best thing you can do is step back.â
Charles frowned, his mind racing. âBut why? Why hold back? You couldâve been in Formula 1 by now. Why give that up?â
Y/N was silent for a moment, the weight of the years theyâd spent together suddenly sinking in. âBecause, Charles, if I push too hard, Dad would want me to push Max harder, too. And Max isnât ready for that. Heâs not me. Iâd rather see him succeed than risk seeing him burn out.â
Charles was stunned. He hadnât realized how much Y/N had sacrificedânot just his dreams, but his entire futureâfor the sake of his younger brother. It wasnât just about racing. It was about family, about love, about keeping Max safe.
And it broke Charlesâ heart.
The thought of his older brother never having the chance to race for real, to chase that Formula 1 dream, made him feel a sharp ache in his chest.
"That's... that's really something, Y/N," Charles said quietly, feeling an overwhelming surge of admiration for the older brother he'd never truly understood before.
Y/N shrugged, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âItâs what family does, right? You put them first.â
But Charles wasnât sure if that was enough anymore.
Heâd never be able to do what Y/N had done. He would never have the strength to hold back when it mattered, to throw away his own potential for someone else. Y/N had given everything, and Charles had only just realized it.
And now, watching Y/N quietly fade into the background again, Charles made a decision.
âIâm going to help you, Y/N,â Charles said suddenly, surprising even himself. âI donât know how yet, but I will. I wonât let you fade into the background.â
Y/N looked over at him, a surprised yet knowing look crossing his face. âCharles, you donât need toââ
âI know,â Charles interrupted, his voice firm. âBut I want to.â
Y/N gave a small chuckle, ruffling Charles' hair. âYou donât have to do anything for me, kid. Youâve got your own career to focus on.â
Charles didnât reply, his mind already planning how he could work in the shadows, how he could help his brother rise again without anyone noticing. Without Max ever knowing.
He wouldnât let Y/Nâs sacrifices be in vain.
And maybe, just maybe, they could still achieve the dream Y/N had set aside for so long.
Over the next few weeks, Charles found himself subtly changing the way he approached his time with Y/N. Every practice session, every karting weekend, he was paying more attentionânot just to his own racing, but to his older brotherâs every move.
It wasnât hard to see how much Y/N was holding back. He wasnât just playing it safe; he was actively limiting his own performance, choosing more cautious lines, braking earlier, and settling for second or third place when he easily couldâve taken the win.
It frustrated Charles more than anything. Watching Y/N squandering his potential, doing exactly what heâd done his entire life: taking a step back for the sake of someone else.
And it made Charles feel helpless. He wanted to shout, to demand that Y/N race to his fullest, that he deserved more than the life of a background player. But he couldnât. He understood now why Y/N was doing it. Heâd made that sacrifice for Maxâand maybe even for their father. It wasnât just about being in the spotlight; it was about keeping the family dynamic intact.
But Charles wasnât going to let it go on forever.
One night, after a particularly difficult race where Y/N had barely edged out Max for a second-place finish, Charles made up his mind. He needed a plan. He needed to help Y/N, even if he had to do it in secret.
"Y/N," Charles said casually as they were cleaning up their gear, the two of them alone in the garage. Max was off with their dad, discussing strategies for his next race. "Have you ever thought about going to some of those off-season testing events? The ones where they bring in reserve drivers, or... younger talents?â
Y/N gave him a sideways glance, his expression unreadable. âIâve been to a few. A long time ago. But you know as well as I do, they wonât give me the time of day. Not with Max in the picture.â
âI think youâre wrong.â Charles smiled, trying to hide the excitement bubbling up in him. âWhat if I can get you into one of those events? Just a test run, no pressure. Iâll set it up.â
Y/N gave him a bemused look. âAnd how exactly are you going to pull that off? You donât have the connectionsâ"
Charles leaned in closer, his voice low but confident. "I do now."
For the next few weeks, Charles worked quietly behind the scenes, making calls and sending messages to everyone he knewâengineers, team managers, even his own contacts within the F1 world. It wasnât easy. Y/N wasnât exactly a household name, and most people were only interested in the young stars, not a 25-year-old with years of untapped potential. But Charles didnât care about the odds.
He couldnât let Y/Nâs talent slip away, not when he knew what his brother could truly do.
It was a month later when Charles finally received the response heâd been waiting forâa private testing session for a mid-tier team looking to give fresh talent a shot. It wasnât Formula 1, not yet, but it was a step in the right direction. A foot in the door.
He waited until the perfect moment, when Y/N wasnât expecting it, and told him about the opportunity.
âY/N, I got you a test with an F1 team. Youâre going to drive at their private session next week.â
Y/N blinked, looking at him as though Charles had just said something absurd. âWhat?â
âI did. Youâre driving for them next week.â
At first, Y/N didnât believe it. He laughed, like Charles was making a joke at his expense. But the more Charles pushed, the more he explained how hard heâd worked to arrange it, how heâd bent a few rules and called in a few favors, the more Y/Nâs expression shifted from confusion to disbelief to... gratitude.
But even then, Y/N hesitated. "Charles, you know Iâm notâ"
âYou are ready,â Charles cut him off, standing firm. âI know it. I know you couldâve made it into F1 years ago if youâd wanted to. I wonât let you give up on it.â
There was a long silence. Then, slowly, Y/N nodded, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. "Alright. But you better not tell Max about this. Heâll never forgive me if he finds out.â
Charles grinned. âDeal.â
The week of the test, Y/Nâs nerves were palpable, though he tried to hide them. As they stood by the track, Charles watched him suit up, a wave of pride crashing over him. His brother was about to show the world what he could really doâand no one would know who had pushed him there.
Charles knew it wasnât enough just to get Y/N the test. The hard part was making sure Y/N knew he had someone in his corner. Someone who believed in himânot as the background player or the second-best brother, but as the talented, driven racer heâd always been.
The test went better than Charles could have hoped. Y/N drove like he was born for it. Fast, fearless, and precise, he outpaced every expectation. By the end of the session, the teamâs engineers were already talking about bringing him back for more testing.
But Charles didnât want to get ahead of himself. This wasnât the finish line. This was just the beginning.
As they packed up to leave, Y/N clapped him on the shoulder, a grateful, somewhat overwhelmed look in his eyes.
âThanks, Charles,â he said quietly. âI donât know what to say... I didnât think Iâd ever get a shot like this.â
Charles smiled, the weight of the unspoken promise hanging between them. âYou donât have to say anything. Just keep driving. Iâll make sure you get there.â
The next few months passed in a blur. Y/Nâs performance in the test had caught the attention of several teams, and before long, he was back on the radar. Charles helped when he could, keeping things quiet and making sure that Y/Nâs success stayed under the radar. Max never knew what had really happened. And Y/N, though hesitant, slowly began to believe that maybeâjust maybeâhe could make it to Formula 1 after all.
But it wasnât just about racing anymore. It was about a bond between brothers, one that went beyond the track. A bond that said: Iâve got your back, no matter what.
#f1#f1 x reader#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#formula one x you#f1 x y/n#formula one x oc#formula one x y/n#faiths inboxesđĽđ¨#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x male reader
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heyyy could u write a one shot of kwon x reader where they weren't able to see each other for months (reader travelled to a different country and he had to go to the tournament) but reader finally had the chance to go to the sekai taikai and surprises him? maybe suggestive ;) But fluff is ok too, thank youn!
a/n: LMAOOO SNEAKY ANON but yk what ill do it (hes too fine). crazy how i wrote the bf hcs of him yesterday and now i got 3 reqs lmao, not complaining tho. also i want to find good icons to put on my kwon reqs but I CANT CHOOSE,,
warnings; SUGGESTIVE, cursing (only like..once), uhh thats all i think
Kwon stood up along with the rest of the Cobra Kai members, barely paying attention to the announcements being said at the momentâ too deep in thoughtâ thoughts of you.
The past few months were hard. Not just for him, for you too. You had to travel to another country for a while due to a family emergency regarding a very ill relative. Although you both facetimed and texted everyday, the distance was still there. It wasnât the same.
The Sekai Taikai was able to get Kwon to focus on the tournament, but even so it wasnât enough. His mind kept drifting off to you. He never thought your absence would affect him that much, but ever since you told him you had to stay there longer, he felt the ache in his chest deepen with each passing day. He probably wouldnât say it out loud, but he missed you. A lot.
As everyone was allowed to leave, Kwon let out a sigh, head tilted a bit low as he walked with the rest of his dojo. What was up with him? He won every match he had, why did it not fuel him up with satisfaction anymore? Even messing around with other dojos wasnât becoming as fun. It frustrated him.
âHey, wanna go with us to a bar nearby later?â Yoon went up to him, slightly nudging his shoulder with his elbow.
Kwon snapped out of his thoughts, and stopped walking. Maybe it wasnât a bad idea, he could forget about the emptiness in his heart. â..Sure, why not. I could use some distraction.â He replied. Without saying anything else, he walked away.
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You let out a sigh of relief after managing to get inside the building where the tournament was being held. You may or may not have lied your way in by saying you were one of Cobra Kaiâs backups and Sensei Kim requested you come here as an emergency.
Those at the desk were a bit skeptical, but thankfully didnât question any further and let you pass.
You walked past the big hallways, trying to think where the rooms were, thinking he was probably resting. You couldnât wait to see him again�� his eyes, his hair, that stupid yet charming smirk he had on his face.
Suddenly, you passed by a teenage guy scrolling through his phone. Maybe he knew Kwon, it was worth asking.
âUh..excuse me,â You started, a bit nervous as you walked up to him. âDo you know the room number Kwon Jae-Sung is staying in?â
Demetri looked up, an eyebrow raised at the..random question. Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one didnât cross his mind. He glanced around the room, noticing how it was only you and him. âI donât think..I can give out that information.â He replied.
âOh, no. Itâs not like thatââ You said quickly. âIâm his partner. I wanted to see if heâs okay.â
âPartner?â Demetri repeated. âAs in, sparring partner? Then you should knââ
âNo!â You exclaimed, interrupting him. You cleared your throat before continuing, âI meant..Iâm his partner..romantically.â
âOh. That makes sense.â Demetri said, before nodding slightly. He leaned in to whisper the room number, then sat back down. âIâm sure heâs doing very fine.. but thatâs the number.â
âThank you, I appreciate it.â Relief washed over you, as you quickly left, going to the elevators.
Demetri watched as you left, before his eyes widened. âWait. What if theyâre not his partner?â
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Kwon got out of the elevator, laughing along with his team members who were all drunk and held onto each other for support.
Being at the bar did help him be distracted for a while, drinking along while the rest were doing bets on who could drink the most without getting drunk at all.
âHey, why donât we go out again for some more fun? It isnât too late,â One of them suggested.
âNot a bad idea. Letâs go,â Kwon, you cominâ?â
âNah, Iâm good. You guys go ahead.â He said. The others left, leaving him alone.
He opened the door to his room, shutting it behind him and turned on the lock. Walking over to his bed, he began to take off his shirt and draped a towel around his waist. Just as he was going to enter the shower, a finger tapped on his shoulder.
As he turned around, he was taken by surprise.
You were standing there, with a mischievous smile.
How did you get in his room? Was he dreaming? Was he too tired after training? Did he drink too much? Did heâ
âI got you~!â You said with a chuckle.
He couldnât feel his heartbeatâ he couldnât believe it. You were here, in front of him. After months of longing, of only talking through a screen, you were standing right there, your bodiesâ mere inches away from the other. Without thinking, he closed the distance between you two, pulling you into his arms.
âI canât believe youâre here,â he mumbled into your hair, his fingers tracing the curve of your back, feeling the warmth of your body against his.
You laughed softly, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze, âI thought Iâd surprise you.â
âYeah..and you did,â He replied. âbut now that youâre here..â His eyes trailed over your body up and down, voice low. The tension built between you both was obvious, the look in his eyes said it.
His lips twitched into a smirk, pulling you close to him again, âTell me my love, did you miss me a lot?â He asked, in a teasing yet flirtatious tone.
âMaybe, who knows?â you mumbled, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, âWant to find out?â
Kwon didnât reply, his lips crashing on yours as his hands instinctively held onto your waist. The kiss deepened, hinting at the need that every inch of his body begged for. It was obvious to youâhe wanted more.
Your fingers went up his chest, your other hand pulling him even closer to youâif that was possible.
He pulled away for a second, as your eyes met. His dark eyes were full of lust, but also shone with a hint of mischief. Before you knew it, Kwon leaned in again, kissing your jaw and trailing down to your collarbone. Removing a hand that was on your hip, he held onto your leg, lifting it up as you curled it around his waist.
Kwon kept kissing your body, the sounds that left your lips only fueling his desire. He had your back pressed against the wall, and began to take off your shirt.
âFuck..â He silently cursed to himself as he looked up to see your expressionâ cheeks red as you tried to steady your breathing.
âLooking like a mess, how cute. And just for me, right?â
You nodded frantically, wanting him to stop teasing and continue.
Knowing you were desperate, Kwon chuckled. âDonât worry love, after so many months apart, Iâm not done with you just yet.â
HELP I FEEL SO EMBARRASSED I FEEL LIKE I DID SO BAD ON THIS đ well it was definitely interesting to do lol..time to work on those other requests now
#cobra kai#kwon x reader#kwon jae sung x reader#kwon jae sung#uh..would it count as a bit of smut lmao#kwon jae sung x female reader#kwon jae sung x male reader#ck#kwon jae sung x gn! reader#gotta give the bros some fics too#SUGGESTIVE SUGGESTIVE SUGGESTIVE ALERT#once again#suggestive#oneshot#meracyn#idk how i feel abt this lmao
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Heyyy i was wondering if you would write fluff prompt 2 for gavi. Like theyâre cuddling in bed in the morning?
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Dreamy Wonders~Pablo Gavi
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2-âYou talk in your sleep, you know? last night, you kept saying my name.â
The morning glow peeked through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden light. Pablo stirred awake, his face nestled against y/n's shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She was already awake, fingers gently threading through his messy curls as he snuggled closer.
"Good morning, cariĂąo," she whispered, her voice soft and teasing.
He hummed in response, still half-asleep, but a lazy smile spread across his face. He tilted his head up, blinking sleepily at her, and pressed a light kiss to her jaw.
"Morning," he murmured, his voice raspy from sleep.
She grinned mischievously, deciding now was the perfect time to bring up what she'd heard during the night. âYou talk in your sleep, you know?â
His brows furrowed, and he pulled back just enough to look at her. âWhat? No, I donât.â
âOh, you do.â She bit her lip to stifle a giggle. âLast night, you kept saying my name.â
Pablo immediately flushed, the tips of his ears turning red. âNo, I didnât,â he mumbled, burying his face in her neck to hide his embarrassment. âYouâre lying.â
She laughed, delighted by his reaction. âOh, you definitely did. You were all like, âmi amor, mi vida, te amo.ââ she mimicked a dramatic, dreamy tone.
âStopâ he groaned, his voice muffled against her neck. âThatâs so embarrassing.â
âWhy is it embarrassing?â she teased, wrapping her arms around him to keep him from escaping. âItâs sweet. Youâre dreaming about meâhow could I not love that?â
He finally lifted his head; his face adorably flushed and gave her a pointed look. âI wasnât dreaming about you,â he said, trying and failing to sound convincing.
âOh? Then who were you dreaming about?â she asked with a raised brow, feigning offense. âWas it someone else, Gavi?â
âNo!â he blurted out quickly, panicking. âIt was you, okay? Happy now?â
y/n giggled and cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing over his heated skin. âVery happy. But youâre even cuter when youâre all shy like this.â
âStop teasing me,â he whined, his voice taking on a petulant tone. âyou're something elseâ
âand yet here you areâ she teased, leaning down to kiss his nose.
âBecause I donât have a choice,â he said with a dramatic sigh, though his arms tightened around her. âSomeone has to put up with you.â
âOh, poor Pablo,â she said, biting back a smile. âDo you want me to let you go? Free you from your suffering?â
âNo way,â he muttered, burying his face in her neck again. âIâll suffer. Just donât let go.â
y/n's laughter filled the room as she kissed the top of his head. âSee? Youâd miss me too much.â
He grumbled something unintelligible, but she caught the faintest smile on his lips as he pressed a kiss to her collarbone.
âAdmit itâyou love dreaming about me,â she said her voice teasing but full of affection, running her fingers along his back.
âMaybe I do,â he said softly, his voice so quiet she almost missed it. He glanced up at her, his cheeks still pink but his expression earnest. âBut donât tell anyone, okay? Youâll ruin my reputation.â
She smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. âYour secretâs safe with me, mi dormilĂłn.â (my sleepyhead)
He groaned dramatically, collapsing on top of her like a human blanket. âYouâre the worst.â
âAnd yet, you adore me,â she replied cheekily, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him close.
He lifted his head just enough to look at her, his eyes soft and full of adoration. âI do,â he admitted quietly, leaning down to kiss her properly this time. âI love you so much.â
Her heart melted at his confession, and she smiled against his lips. âI love you too, Pablitoâ
#football#football x reader#football blurb#football imagine#football one shot#footballer imagine#barcelona#fc barça#fc barcelona#fc barca#pablo gavi blurb#pablo gavi imagine#pablo gavi x you#pablo gavi x reader#pablo gavi fanfic#pablo gavi fluff#pablo gavi x y/n#pablo gavi one shot#pablo gavi oneshot#pablo x reader#pablo gavi#pablo martĂn pĂĄez gavira
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i've got no idea if you are writing right now but i would love myself a fem!reader x kageyama. love you xx
U KNOW WHAT NONNIE i would love myself a kageyama x reader too hehe so here u go!!
p.s. i was half asleep when i wrote this literally i was fighting to keep my eyes open so its not my best pls forgive me i tried
you remember the conversation you had with tobio so, so clearly, almost as if it was yesterday. which, you think, isn't entirely untrue considering it occurred barely two weeks ago.
tobio had outright rejected the idea of keeping your relationship a secret.
"why would i want to hide the fact that you're my girlfriend?"
and you try not to melt into a puddle over his bluntness, the way the words my girlfriend rolled off his tongue with ease. he didn't stutter. didn't trip over his words. you were his.
you cite a few reasons why he would consider it, all of which are valid in your eyes. backlash from fans. reduced sponsorships. less guest appearances on evening talk shows. factors that were valuable to his career. but he had told you, with an almost terrifying conviction, that he doesn't care. so long as he still gets to be on the court, the less-athlete and more-celebrity side of his career doesn't matter to him.
so you two agreed on a compromise. you would ease your relationship to the world, slowly letting more and more people know until it's out in the public.
and the first ones to know are the ones closest to you both. your family and his sister. your friends and his old teammates from highschool.
shoyo had been the first person he called when you agreed to be his girlfriend on one of your at-home dates. you can recall peering into your apartment's living room after a quick trip to the bathroom, watching tobio with his back hunched near the corner.
"she said yes." he whispered into his phone, and you could hear shoyo's overexcited screaming even though he's not on speaker.
next, was your boss. though workplace relationships aren't explicitly stated in your contract to be forbidden, it's highly still discouraged. in turn, you two had gotten an almost hour long lecture about policies and rules. about what this could mean for not only your careers, but for everyone else on the team as well. about the public's possible response.
and with a practiced, corporate smile, you reassured your boss that you have it all under control.
the last people in your four-part plan to find out would've been tobio's teammates and coach, before you (when you're both ready) make an announcement on all of schweiden adlers' social media accounts.
it was so easy, and tobio had agreed to follow through with it. you remember because he swore with a kiss on the edge of your lips and a shy smile that he would.
which is why you're equally dumbfounded and shocked when he announced your relationship to the public. during a post-match press conference. on live, national television.
satisfaction began to settle in halfway through the presscon. the team was doing great. they answered every question with ease, behaved as well as they could. there were moments of playful banter between the members that the fans would go crazy over. every reporter followed through the brief you gave them earlier about which questions they could and couldn't ask (heavily emphasizing no questions about kourai's height).
it was going so well.
until one of the reporters asked one particular question. it was done in good faith, you could tell by the small grin on her face and the quiet chuckles from everyone. she was playing off an inside joke from the adlers' fanbase which, to your confusion, seemed to adore you just as much as the members of the team.
"is your manager single?"
hirugami laughs, toying a bit with the microphone in his hand before he opens his mouth to answer the question in the same lighthearted nature.
except, tobio beats him to it.
"she's not."
the room falls silent. everyone, even his teammates, look at tobio with intrigue.
"r- really, kageyama-san?" she's damn near shaking, the poor lady, when she realizes tobio's eyes are on her. all bright and blue and intense.
he decides to spare her when he takes a moment to look at you, standing near the side of the stage. you're glaring daggers at him, trying to convey with your two eyes multiple warning signs in big, bold, and red letters.
please don't.
and tobio, who has grown to be perceptive when it comes to you, knows exactly what you mean. he just doesn't have it in him to care right now.
"i should know. i'm her boyfriend."
your mouth falls wide open. the only thought that runs through your mind is you two are so fucking screwed. this wasn't part of the plan you meticulously arranged and presented to your boss.
you don't know how long the silence lasts until kourai decides to break it.
"i knew it!" he says, slamming the velvet cloth covering the long panel table. the sound brings you out of your daze. "i knew something was going on between you two."
you think there's no possible way this situation can get worse, but wakatoshi nods in agreement, which brings about an onslaught of hungry reporters asking questions left and right. you take this as your cue to rush in and call off the presscon.
"is it true?"
"how long have you two been dating?"
"did kageyama-san really ask you out?"
you drown them out to the best of your abilities, ignoring the less than kind and backhanded questions directed towards you. tobio looks into your eyes as he passes by you in the line of players you're ushering off the stage, but you quickly avert your gaze.
"we'll talk later." you mouth.
after gathering their belongings from the locker room, the team piles onto the bus to head back to their home court. tobio settles into one of the seats near the back, saving the window seat for you.
he waits, watches in anticipation as you step inside the bus. you catch his pleading eyes right as you're about to take a seat in an empty row on the front.
you try to resist. really, you do. but you've never been the best at denying tobio. for more times than you care to admit had you been the subject of teasing by the team for entertaining each and every request that tobio makes.
so you sigh, before making the long walk to the back of the bus.
tobio allows you to scoot inside after helping you with shoving your backpack inside the overhead compartment. the bus springs to life right as you take your seat, engines silently roaring as it begins the trip back home.
a moment of silence passes before tobio takes your hand in his.
"i'm sorry." he says, dragging his thumb over the lines on your palm with each syllable.
"are you really?"
tobio pauses, almost contemplating. "you'd feel better if i didn't answer that."
a quiet laugh falls off your lips. of course you already knew the answer to that. tobio has always been unapologetically open about what he wants.
screw his old teammates for going with all his demands.
tobio's ministrations on your hand doesn't stop. in fact, it grows more frantic by the second. lazy movements turn into his thumb rushing back and forth against your skin. it means he wants to ask you something, and he's hoping this will silently convey his question.
"i'm not mad." in an instant, his worries are quelled. you move closer to lean your head on his shoulder. he plants his head on top of yours.
your limbs melt into each other until you're not sure where you end and tobio begins.
"but you didn't have to say that, you know. hirugami was handling it." you give him a light nudge.
"they were asking if you were single," tobio scoffs, turning his head so he can nuzzle his face against your hair. he breathes you in. your scent overtakes his senses until the only thing he knows is you. that you are his. "i think i have the right to answer that."
"god your publicist must hate you." you roll your eyes. "our boss must hate us right now too."
"don't care." he pries himself off the crown of your head, leaning down to latch his lips on your jaw.
tobio leaves one kiss, right at the very edge. you tip your head to the side so he can leave another on the flesh of your neck. he's about to plant a kiss just above your collarbone when wakatoshi chimes in from the seat in front of you.
"it's not very appropriate to make out on the bus."
you jump away from each other, cheeks flushing red now that the entire team's attention is on you. but you can't find it in you to care enough to tell them off. the hollering and the teasing matters less than the fact that you have tobio, right by your side.
dividers by @cafekitsune
#kageyama tobio#haikyuu#kageyama tobio x reader#haikyuu x reader#kageyama tobio fluff#haikyuu fluff#hq x reader
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I donât know if you do all BO crew x reader so feel free to do just Noah but him or them and the reader who has fainting spells and how they look after her and just react to it.
Iâll write for any of them if requested! Otherwise I just write for Noah.
Summary: The guys witness one of your fainting spells.
Warning: none.
A/N: Hope you enjoy!!
The lighting in the living room shifted lazily as the sun dipped, casting warm hues across the walls. You sat comfortably on the couch, lost in the banter of your friends. Nick had just cracked a joke that sent all of you into fits of laughter. This was your sanctuaryâa place where laughter echoed and friendship flourished.
Jollyâs laughter was infectious, ringing in your ears as you stretched out your legs, getting up to refill your drink. The movie flickered in the background, igniting the room with bursts of color and sound. You felt lighthearted, but as you stood, a wave of dizziness crashed over you unexpectedly. You paused, a frown knitting your brows together.
âEverything okay?â Jollyâs voice cut through the fog in your head. The worry etched on his face made you try and push the feeling away.
âYeah, just stood up too fast,â you replied with a dismissive wave, smiling to reassure him. He nodded, refocusing on the flickering screen, but the dizziness deepened, clinging to you. Taking a deep breath, you steered yourself into the kitchen, hoping some water would help.
As you opened the cabinet to retrieve a glass, the room tilted dangerously. You swayed, gripping the countertop, the cool surface grounding you momentarily. Then, more steps echoed behind you, pulling your attention away from the dizziness. You blinked, turning to face your friends, but their concerned expressions blurred into shadowy outlines against the bright lights of the kitchen.
You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could utter a word, darkness swallowed you whole. The glass slipped from your fingers, shattering against the tile floor like your grasp on consciousness. The last thing you remembered were their faces, illuminated with alarm before everything went black.
When you finally awakened, confusion buzzed around you like a swarm of restless bees. The warmth of the couch beneath you felt surprisingly comforting. Your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the worried faces that loomed above you. Nickâs brow was creased with concern, while Folio and Noah hovered nearby, their expressions a mixture of fear and urgency.
âHey You're awake Thank godâ Noahâs voice was a mixture of relief and concern.
You blinked again, trying to orient yourself. âWhat⌠what happened?â you croaked, your throat dry.
âYou just passed out,â Nick explained, relief flooding his voice. âWe thought we were going to have to call an ambulance. You scared the hell out of us.â
Feeling the flutter of embarrassment creep up your face, you managed a weak smile. âItâs okay; Iâm fineâjust a little dizzy. Iâm extremely anemic; itâs not uncommon for me to have fainting spells.â
The guys exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Noah slowly eased himself into the spot on the couch next to you, his warmth a comfort.
âLetâs get you some water,â Folio said, his voice steady as he rose to search for something to hydrate you with.
Jolly, ever the caretaker, immediately draped a soft blanket over your shoulders, tucking it around you as if you were a small child. âJust take it easy. You gave us all a heart attack.â
Your laughter was half-hearted, but it still managed to lift the somber mood. âSorry for the drama, guys,â you said, your cheeks flushing from both embarrassment and the warmth they provided.
âNo more fainting!â Nick called from the kitchen, where you could hear him cleaning up the remnants of the glass, the sound of shards being carefully swept up mingling with the flickering light of the television.
You felt so grateful to have them around. Each one had their quirks, their own brand of humor, and as they all surrounded you, the way they cared for you struck a chord deep in your heart. Folio returned with water, and you took small sips, grateful to feel it soothing your throat.
âDo you need anything? Food? A pillow?â Noah asked, peering at you with those concerned eyes that made you feel cared for, the protective nature of your friends shining through.
You shook your head gently, not wanting to inconvenience them further. âNo, really, Iâm fine. You all just worry too much,â you chuckled finally, feeling a little more relaxed as the tension in the room began to ease.
Once everyone seemed to calm down, Nick returned to the couch, plopping down with a sigh. âSo, whatâs next on the movie? Can we carry on or should we get you a stretcher while weâre at it?â he joked, lightening the mood just enough for everyone to laugh softly.
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Stroke Of Luck Chapter One
Warnings: Profanity, angst, adult themes and conversations, hints at infertility, infidelity, death , light violence
A/N: Please excuse any grammatical errors I tried to go through it as best I could .second bear with me if its not up to reading standard im trying to jump back into my writing bag and this will be my first story I've actually released so I might be a bit rusty lol but please enjoy
Word count: 4273
Series Master List
I sat on the front porch of my family home trying to hold it together as I watched my father put the last of jordans bags into the car .Today was the day I had been dreading the most my older brother Jordan was going away again on deployment .He had told us months ago about his decision to reenlist and I had been preparing myself for his departure hoping it would put me at ease. It didn't. My brother is one of my best friends and to see him leave was going to leave me with a void. Even through my dismay however I was proud of him even if in this moment my emotions didn't allow for me to show it.It didn't take long before the empty space beside me was filled with a familiar face. I turned to see Jordan, his face filled with sadness. Respecting the space I was in he allowed for us to sit in silence a moment before deciding to break it. âyou okay?â he asked concern laced in his voice. I shook my head ânot really," I replied softly, trying to avoid eye contact knowing I would cry. He sighed pulling me into his side as the tears began to prick my eyes.â I promise this time will fly by so fast you won't even realizeâ he said kissing my forehead .âNo jo I will notice it will not be the same without you. who else will keep me sane dealing with ma and jade you're the only thing holding us together â I croaked â Theres always facetime if that doesn't work then we write, and if that don't work I'll send a pigeonâ he joked Not being able to it in hold in a laughed spilled from my lips Jordan joining in seconds later âJo it's time to hit the roadâ our fathers voiced called out .Jordan nodded his head signaling for my dad to give him a moment. Jordan stood pulling me up with him into a hug me, nuzzling my face into his chest feeling the water works starting back up. âI love you so much josieâ he said wiping a stray tear that slipped free âI love you more joâ I said turning him loose. âOh, and sis do me one last favorâ he said walking down the porch steps âname itâ I called out âsmile no more tearsâ. I cracked a small smile as he turned making his way to the car climbing in leaving me in a broken mess as I watch my dad's chevy Tahoe disappear down the road.
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In the same spot I stood five years later staring down the same dirt road my brother wouldn't have the opportunity of returning to. He was gone. Jordan was sent in on a rescue mission to save a fellow marine of his platoon, ironic in the end he ended up being the one needing saving. Shit went south and my brother was shot and killed in the line of fire. I was angry feeling as if the universe had slighted me robbing me of being able to share future moments with my brother. Him cheering me on when as I walked
the stage after completing nursing school, being a bridesmaid in his and his fiancĂŠ Arielle's wedding, holidays, birthdays. Gone. The only presence of him now in this moment was his framed picture that stood in the front of our family home for the repass. Not wanting to continue allowing myself to drown further in my grief I turned walking up the steps primary focus locating one of two people Arielle or my cousin India . It didn't take long to find ari talking with one of my aunts. Arielle was short in stature compared to most with smooth golden-brown skin that seemed to glow as the warm rays peaked through the window and a fit physique that would put Tyra banks to shame. No doubt courtesy of her personal trainer profession. Her round face framed with voluptuous curls. It was amazing to see her strength. Throughout her struggle a dimpled smile still adorned her face one that caused her Chinky eyes to disappear as she laughed. Noticing me walking over she politely closed out her conversation with my aunt walking to meet me. âWhere did you disappear to âshe quizzed giving me a slight nudge â I needed some fresh air the condolences and sorry for your losses were becoming overwhelmingâ I huffed "Trust, I get it I have to many people asking me what i'm going to do with me and our sonâ she stated shifting uncomfortably. My heart ached for her. I couldn't imagine how it is to become a widow, single parent, and having to break the news to kaizen.
âfor whatever your move or decision is you're not alone. You got me forever and so does nugget âI Said with half smile. She giggled at the nickname I assigned kaizen at birth. We glanced over watching the mini version of Jordan running around the house with the other kids.â I almost forgot your dad wanted to see us in the kitchenâ she stated switching the topic. I nodded as we made our way to the cramped kitchen pushing past multiple bodies. My dad stood looking down at my mother with admiration as they talked among themselves âHey daddy âI greeted walking over as he pulled me into a hug âHey baby come sit your sister should be here in a momentâ he said ushering me and ari to sit. I scrunched up my face at the mention of my sister. Jade and I had an exceedingly tenuous relationship. Jade was the youngest out of the three of us and was the golden child spoiled completely rotten. In my parents' eyes she could do no wrong and treated her as such. It didn't help that my mother drove the wedge and distaste for one another deeper pitting me and my sister against each other in a warped ass competition. Who is better than the other. My mother secretly rooted for jade while my dad on the other hands liked to play devil's advocate. Jordan was the only one who called them out holding everyone ,including myself accountable. The final nail in the coffin was catching Jade and my then boyfriend of two years Darien in bed together not to mention she continues to see him. To say I was hurt and angry was an understatement and as my family (aside from Jordan) tends to do they brushed it under the rug. As if her ears were burning jade stalks in turning her nose up at the sight of me. Feeling myself become anxious and agitated I decided to jump start the conversation âeverything okay you wanted to speak with usâ I question. Dad sighed grabbing a stack of papers from the counter sitting down placing them in the middle of the table. âWe are going to start sorting out your brother estate and assets âNowâ I asked in disbelief âYes per your mother requestâ. Still not understanding the urgency I pressed further âWhy so soon?â I said.â I have something important to take care of so I asked mom and dad to move it upâ jade answered nonchalantly âwhat could possibly be so important that were doing this the day of our brothers funeral âI gritted out finding myself becoming angry. Sensing this Arielle reached over taking my hand in hers giving it a light squeeze âI have a trip I'll be going on we didn't want to move the datesâ jade shrugged.â A DAMN TRIP!! WERE GRIEVING AND YOU HAVE NO CONCERN OR REGARD FOR ME OR FOR ARRIELLE. MY BROTHER ISNT EVEN IN THE GROUND GOOD AND YOUâRE WORRIED ABOUT A TRIP AND IF WE CALL IT LIKE IT IS YOUâRE WONDERING WHAT YOU CAN GET YOUR HANDS ON FUCKING SELF-âÂ
âJOSELYNN TAYLOR, YOU MIND YOUR MOUTH IN MY HOME I DIDNT RAISE YOU TO BE DISRESPECTFUL AND WE AREN'T GOING TO START NOW âMy mom interrupted slamming her hand down on the table. âDadâ I turned to him secretly pleading for him to jump to my defense but as always nothing.â Josie, I get that youâre upset I do but let's just rip the band aid off and get this over withâ he said pulling his reading glasses on his face. Meanwhile jade's face held a victorious smirk, and I wanted nothing more than to put it through some dry wall âThe lawyers drew up the paperwork dividing the assets based on Jordan's will. He had a one hundred fifty-thousand-dollar life insurance policy that will be divided fourways between his parents, two sisters and fiancĂŠ Arrielle. His dodge challenger he left to his sister Jade Taylor while rest the remaining vehicles will go to his fiancĂŠ Arrielle Rodriguezâ From the side of my eye I could see jade smiling. âAs for his properties he leaves the townhome located in California 9870 Blancas Blvd. in Anaheim to Arrielle and lastly, the ranch house located at 1600 rose ridge rd here in Dallas Texas as well as the 8 acres surrounding itâ My dad paused taking a moment to catch his breath as my sister sat up in her chair ready â will be left to his sister Joselynn Taylorâ he finished laying the paper on the table. Jade scoffed snatching up the paper reading it not believing what she's heard. I sat in shock looking over at Arrielle who nodded confirming it for me.
â Me and Jordan decided to create a backup plan in case of a worst-case scenario. Never thought id actually have to execute it. We thought it'd be best if I moved back to Cali to be closer to my parents and family for support, the house is way too much for me and kaizen by ourselves and besides it would be a painful reminder to our son âshe stated fighting tears. âHe thought you were the most deserving seeing as your in school and jade has support from your parents figured it would be the best for youâ ari said. "But that's not fair I got plenty of cars that's nothing can't you do somethingâ Jade complained her turn now to plead with our parents. My mother diverted her attention now to me âJosie can't you switch it's not like you need it. Youâre single, no kids unlike your sister who's been in a three-year relationship with Darien and expecting âshe tried to reason while sneakily throwing jabs at me. I let my eyes dance between my parents and jade reading their body language. It was true. "You -your pregnantâ I stuttered as a began to internally crack âYes it was confirmed yesterday at the doctors. Four weeks along I think Darien is more excited than meâ jade beamed getting a kick at seeing me squirm at the news âyou know I could refer you to our doctor he could possibly help with that sour ass womb of yoursâ she bragged tossing her hair over her shoulder. I could feel my throat begin to close up as tears were now flowing down my face âJade that's messed up and out of pocket l what is that to say to someone? You just be lucky your ungrateful behind received anything your words are uncalled forâ Arrielle jumped in taking to my defense âthanks Arri for taking up for me, dad I can't do this I gotta goâ I stood abruptly pushing myself away from the table storming out of the house hoping into my car speeding off.
I drove with no destination until my crying turned into dry heaving processing the news. Not only did I have to take my sister snatching my relationship with Darien from under me but now I have the pleasure to watch them start a family one that should've been mine. A shitty way to rub salt in the wound. Ten minutes passed by before the sound of coco jones ICU blared through the car's speaker. Taking a quick glance at the car screen. I see my favorite cousin India name displaying. I may not have had a sister relationship with Jade, but I did find one with India. If I wasn't with Jordan I was with her. Three musketeers. I tapped answer âhey India wassupâ I asked trying to mask the fact I was just crying âHoney I should be asking you that seeing the way you just ran out of here what happenedâ. I sighed âIt's a long story âI stated â wanna talk about it over some drinks at dukes âshe offered âooh please link with you at 8â I replied âsee you thenâ she agreed
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I tossed back my second shot of tequila squeezing my eyes closed as the clear liquid burned my chest India taking the chance to laugh at my facial expressions. âThats no ordinary liquor â I coughed â Yeah but your ass needs it , now do you want to tell me what happened back at uncle Melvinsâ she said getting straight to business â Where to start let's see that bitch jades greedy ass talked to my mom to convince her to push up sorting out Jordans affairs disregarding the fact were hurting, the only good and surprising thing was Jordan left a house to me but of course jade with help from my mom couldn't let that slide nooo they had to degrade me and spring on me that jades pregnant by Darien, Jade finished with saying she can refer me to her doc for my quote sour wombâ I rambled with air quotes causing India to spit out her drink â I know you fucking lyingâ she blurted âI Wish I was â I chuckled darkly signaling the bartender for another round âso are we dragging her now or laterâ she asked in all seriousness â we can't she's pregnantâ I retorted â AND her face aint her lip would have been swole before she could leave the houseâ India shook her head completely dumbfounded âI'm honestly in a space of being mentally exhausted it feels like I've had the worst luck of the draw. I can't seem to maintain anything good âI said âJosie Girl, I love you but were gonna gone head and shut your self pity party down. Sure you're going through some shit right now but it's not the end of the world. Your smart as hell ,On your way to becoming a nurse, fine as hell with a fat assâ she joked giving my behind a poke causing me to laugh âbesides there's nothing you've lost that can't be regained Darien left but he aint the only man left in the world. You just got to find the right one for you one that slangs the meatâ she said gyrating âoh my god dee must you do that in public and why so loudâ I said covering my face in embarrassment â I don't care you need some but first you have to stop running them awayâ she teased. âit's not my fault they can't handle me âI shrugged leaning against the bar. She wouldn't call it running them off more so like weeding out the bad. Joselynn was tough overall to crack. Her hard exterior was difficult to get through. She was already to some degree antisocial so to get a conversation from her was a blessing. Even then you had to be engaging enough to hold her attention both in and out of the bedroom as she got bored easily. She wasn't one to just settle for anything as the slightest misstep/red flag and you were gone. Joselynn knew part of it was due to Darien.â you need to come with a sign that says you biteâ She teased tooting her lips up at me as I shoved her slightly laughing. Before I respond Tamiaâs Can't Get Enough came over the bar's speaker causing hoops and yells to erupt. Instinctively me and India made our way over to where the line dance started joining in. I was grateful for the distraction India provided and the peace she managed to bring. We continued throughout the night to dance to a few more songs take a few more drinks to the head before deciding to call it a night. Stumbling into the house I kicked my shoes off at the door making my way to my bedroom struggling to find the light. I went to take a seat on my bed seeing both a letter and a manilla envelope. The envelope from my dad the letter from Jordan. My hands trembled slightly gripping the letter not wanting to pull myself back into a state of hurt. I sat the letter to the side grabbing the envelope ripping it open out tumbling out a set of keys, inside the deed to the house and a small note from my father Â
Josie i'm sorry for earlier on behalf of your mother and sister inside is the deed for the house the keys as well as the address I love you always popsÂ
Part of me was still angry but I had a soft spot for my dad and he knew that. Officially tired I sat the paperwork on the side table stripping my clothes and turning off the light, deciding to shower in the morning. It wasn't long till sleep overtook me.
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A month had passed since the day of the funeral and I had tried to bury the emotions of Jordan being gone so much that I buried myself in other things to keep my mind occupied. Working at the hospital being a CNA provided some distraction and what my job didnât cover in the distraction field schooling took care of the rest. In its own way they also provided me an excuse and shielding from my unrelenting mother who still made it her business to call pestering me to rethink my decision about the home. I wonât. It was one thing I had power over, and I wouldn't relinquish it so easily. For the first two weeks of his passing I went back and forth on whether or not I would actually move into the home not feeling quite right about it but after starting to feel like things were becoming stagnant decided it was best to move. I slowly drove up the light graveled path mouth dropping at the sight of the house that sat nestled at the end of the dirt road. It was a stunning two-story ranch style house with a wraparound porch. Coming into a stop I tossed the boxed moving truck into park hopping down to get a better look at the home âthis is gorgeous âIndia stated walking up after parking her car. âI agree can't believe he left this for meâ I marveled taking it all in âwell believe it toots now let's gawk at it from the inside we got work to doâ she declared holding her hand out for the truck keys. Dropping them into her hands she went to grab the first box as I went to open the door. The interior was just as beautiful as the exterior. The multicolored stone walls paired well with the mahogany hardwood floors and high ceilings. The set up with the furniture accented well no doubt due to Arrielle's careful selection when they were here.â Girl this is neeiceeee it don't smell like roaches in here or nothing "India shouted carrying in one of the boxes âYou don't have the sense you were born withâ I chuckled at her reference to girls trip âyou ready to get this over withâ. She groaned knowing just like me how long of a process unpacking was going to be. Without another moment of hesitation we jumped in getting started.
After what felt like years later I folded the last of my clothes, placing them away as India flopped on my bed groaning. â I hate your don't need a man for shit mentality that was horribleâ she grumbled â It wasn't that badâ I giggled plopping down beside her â Like hell it wasn't my ass is going to be hurting for daysâ she countered âI'll make it up to you I promiseâ I teased pinching her cheek â yes you will tonight I want dinner fried chicken, mac the worksâ she responded smacking my hand away sitting up on her elbows â Your jokingâ I asked not knowing if she was serious or not ânope I'm seriousâ. âDee I don't feel like itâ I whined âtough shitâ she said not wavering. She was just as stubborn as I was.â Fine but you're getting the groceriesâ I huffed out relenting. âCool with me I'm gonna go home shower then i'll swing backâ. She jumped up grabbing her keys walking out. Taking this as an opportunity I grabbed a t-shirt and underwear from my drawer walking into the large master bathroom. I turned on the shower allowing the warm water to run relaxing my tense muscles strained by the lifting. After I finished I got dressed walking back in the room looking for my phone realizing I must have left it downstairs. Making my way to the stairs I could see the light from the living room reflecting on the wall. I figured India may have left it on that was until it flicked off. I froze on the top stair as my mind began to race, trying to rationalize what I saw. Maybe it was India. No, she wouldn't be back that quick. Maybe it was a blown fuse but a scared part of me didn't want to chance it. Tip toeing back upstairs I looked for something to use as a weapon eyes landing on the hammer I had used earlier to hang photos. Clutching it tight I slowly crepted downstairs the only noise was the sound of my heart thumping in my ears. Rounding the corner I froze seeing a figure standing a few feet away in the doorway the moonlight highlighted their 5â8 figure while providing shade from their face. Fear momentarily fueling me I got ready to charge forward when someone grabbed hold of my wrist twisting it causing my grip on the hammer to loosen eventually dropping it. Not having time to process what was happening I was grabbed and flipped on my back pinned down by the larger party. Still I struggled against the intruder managing to momentarily free my arm. I drew my arm back throwing blows anywhere they would land this didn't do anything but piss the person of as I was lifted slightly from the floor and slammed back down causing me to yelp in pain. Panic set in flooding through my nervous system. âTERRY WAIT SHIT I THINK THAT'S A WOMANâ a voice cut through from the other side. The lights flicked on seconds later giving me the chance now to get a look at the intruders. The one by the door stubbled faced held panic as he too assessed our current situation. Remembering the heavy weight at my midsection my eyes shot to the one who had me pinned. My breath hitched in my throat.
His honey kissed face glared back down at me while his plump lips twisted up in a snarl. His chiseled arms flexed as he kept me held in place but the most defining thing however. His eyes. A beautiful pool of blue gray encircling hints of hazel and green something similar to a painter who accidentally had his watercolor paints blending together into a perfect mess. âIf I let you go do you promise to not do anything stupidâ his baritone voice questioned snapping me from my awkward eye raping. I nodded in response. He stood pulling me effortlessly up with him. âWho are you and what are you doing in my house?â I asked finding my voice coming back as I rubbed my now sore shoulder. âI'm Mike that's terry" the one from the doorway answered âsorry if we scared youâ he said sheepishly. âScared is an understatement and that still doesn't answer why you're here or why I shouldn't be calling the cops for breaking and entering and assaultâ I fussed through gritted teeth. Still not saying much since turning me loose the one name terry walked past me grabbing something from his bag on the floor walking back over to me handing me a piece of paper. Jordans handwriting.
Hey T if you're receiving this letter it's because I'm dead. It's funny thinking on it seeing as the squad always joked calling me mister invincible but yet here I am gone. I thank you for always being there for me since meeting you you've always been like a brother to me rather than a fellow marine in arms. Given our prior conversation about your situation, I wanted to do one thing for you. I offer you T a place of solitude if you ever need to get away the address is listed below keys are hidden in the porch light fixture. Continue to be great .. I love ya man Â
                                                          Jordan signing out for the last timeÂ
I looked up at him handing the letter back to him. "You knew my brotherâ I said feeling the wave of his death rushing back again. I watched as his face widened in realization of who I was. âYes we served together. I apologize for roughing you up I didn't realize you were Jordans sister. I thought you might have been someone that had broken in. I nodded understanding. âit's fine I thought the sameâ I said calming down. âLook we don't want to crowd your space and sorry for the intrusion. I didn't think anyone would be here. Your brother as you can failing to mention you moving in we will leaveâ Terry said signaling for mike to grab their bags. I sighed looking towards the ceiling having an internal battle with myself and before I could stop myself the words flew from my mouth âYou can stayâ
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Glad to hear the tĂŞte-Ă -tĂŞte with Ted went as expected đ
Let's dive into this wonderful comment! đ¤
Seeing a glimpse of their growing friendship in the first flashback scene was somehow both sweet and bittersweet, but of course, thereâs also that hint of âmoreâ on Beauâs side that heâs desperately trying to hide. đ
Definitely bittersweet đ Makes you really feel for Beau. What an incredibly tough situation to be in, honestly đ
Loll not the dad voice! So sweet that he tried to âcut her off,â even though he ultimately wasnât successful. Always more shit hitting the fan, isnât there? đŹ
Yup, and they both know it. They've picked a very hard job đ
But it's hard to resist the dad voice! But there's understanding on both sides. Beau, for sure, knows what it's like to be obsessed with a case đ
Thatâs what makes their situation all the harder â the fact that sheâs in law enforcement as well and understands this aspect of things all too well. đ° Itâs truly amazing that she and Beau were able to get past this hurdle and actually fall in love. It shows how forgiving she is, I think.
Yes, this đŻ And I definitely see her as forgiving. She knows who the real enemy is, and it ain't Beau. She knows even good people can make mistakes. Part of the job. Tragic, but it happens đ¤ˇââď¸ Plus, I think considering her own hidden feelings for him, she had an easier time seeing past all that.
HELP. Iâm deceased. đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł I was smirking/laughing throughout this entire exchange, but this in particular took me out! Ted has nothing but audacity. But at least the reader had Beauâs back on this one. đ
Glad that exchange made you laugh! I honeslty love writing those ridiculous scenes. This one reminded me somewhat of Ben vs. Colt in Rehab đ
I imagine Ted as some stuck-up, somewhat bougeois prosecutor that both Beau and Randy talked a lot of shit about behind his back. So Beau's not only offended she dated him for himself, but probably for Randy too đ¤Ł
Ahh, nice that they had this heart to heart, and also this revelation. But while of course that really does nothing to soothe Beauâs guilt, at least it allows her to forgive him.
I saw this mostly as an attempt to soothe Beau's guilt. You can tell she was still a bit judgmental in her thoughts Ă la "Well, I, the genius, wouldn't have done it/seen right through it, but oh well, guess not everyone can be me..." đ
Eventually, she forgave him either way because she knows the risks and dangers of the job and that not every decision you make will be the right one in the end
LMAO Oh Beau. Youâre right, it is funny to imagine him saying âslimy coyote.â đ Bet this is what he wishes would happen to Ted:
Oh, he for sure wanted to Wile E. Coyote Ted đ¤Łđ¤Ł
Oooh what a declaration that is from her! The fact that Beauâs the best sheâs ever had, even including Randy, Iâm assuming. đ
Well, there's two options lol, right? Either she only said it to make him feel better, knowing his insecurities. Or, it's fully true and she decided to go for it. I honestly think it's the second. Beau seems to match her energy a bit better than Randy probably did đđĽ
And Beau, sweet Beau, that was a beautiful rom-com worthy line right there. đ
Ikr? Imagine Carla hearing that! She'd be livid đđ But I enjoyed playing with the lines there of "first loves" vs. "true loves"
Ooh shit, Diane is certainly up to something. đŹđŹ
Oh boy, we all should be concerned! She might have some (deathly) surprises up her sleeve... đ
Polaris â Chapter 7
Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasnât proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBIâs help, Sheriff Arlenâs ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, itâs hard to make the right choices and find his way back home â back to you.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader
Warnings: 18+, fluff, angst, serial killer, mentions of cartels, grief, smut
Word Count: 7.2k
A/N: The chapter where we find out why Ted is on Beau's punch list aka The One With Ted... đ
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Chapter 7: Storm Coming
May 2021
âI sold the house,â you said, your voice ripping through the quiet of the car during another starry stake-out night.
âSo youâre homeless now?â Beau joked and peeled his eyes away from the front window view and glanced at you from the driverâs seat, his hand resting on the steering wheel, the other one in his lap.
You chuckled. âYup, but I got a hot plate now in my motel room and one of those Italian moka pots. So, you know, some would say Iâm living the dream.â
Beau snorted in amusement before he pensively rubbed his mouth with two fingers. âYou didnât have to sell the house, you know?â
You heaved a sigh. âYeah, I kinda did, though⌠I didnât like staying in there anymore. Itâs just⌠too many memories, I guess? âSides, Iâm always down here anyways. Actually considering moving here.â
Beau frowned at you, his nose scrunching. âWhat, to Mexico? Are you nuts? Over my dead body are you doinâ that.â
âOh, Iâm sorry. I didnât know you had a say in it,â you retorted rather playfully and put a shocked palm on your chest in mock.
âDamn right, I do,â Beau scoffed his reply with a teasing grin. âWho do you think is lookinâ out for ya, huh?â
âWait, you think you are? Thatâs what you believe?â You snorted a laugh, entering banter territory with him.
It was usually how you passed your time during most of these stake-outs â laughing, teasing, and the occasional talking about your problems. Youâd never known Beau like this before. He was your husbandâs best friend, but he had been more of an acquaintance to you. Now, after months of spending close to every day together, it felt like he was your best friend. Since Randyâs death, heâd been there for you, even if it was mostly out of guilt.
âYeah, what dâyou think?â Beau countered challengingly.
âOh sweetie, youâre not looking after me. Iâm looking after you,â you stated confidently. The smile that twitched on his lips seemed to actually agree with you. âOut of the two of us, youâre the way bigger wreck. Some would even think itâs your husband who died, not mine.â
âAre you calling me a girl?â
You coolly shrugged your shoulders. âEither Iâm calling you a girl, or Iâm calling you gay. Iâll let you pick.â
Laughingly, Beau scoffed and muttered, âYou wish I was gay.â
However, you still heard his mumbled reply and responded, âActually, I wish you were a girl and that I was gay.â
Beau stared at you and leaned back against the door for a better view of you, his brow raised and the corners of his lips drawn slightly upwards in amusement. âWhat are we even talking about?â
âI donât know,â you admitted with a shake of your head.
The two of you then burst into loud laughter that filled the entire SUV. For a moment, all your sorrows and hardships seemed to be forgotten, carried away to the desert with the nightly breeze. Then, the familiar and comfortable quiet took over the car again.
âIâm moving out of the house, too,â Beau said, his eyes focusing on the barren landscape and desolate road ahead. âIâm giving it to Carla. I mean, she didnât ask me to. God knows she can take care of herself⌠But I want Emily to keep living in the home she grew up in, you know?â
âYeah, I get that. Thatâs really nice,â you said quietly. Your soft smile then morphed to a grin. âSo youâre homeless, too, huh?â
Beau laughed, throwing his head back into the seat. âYeah, guess I am. Maybe we should live together?â he suggested half-jokingly.
âLike roommates? Ugh, God no!â You scoffed in abhorrence. âWeâre way too old for that. Youâre over forty, Iâm barely in my thirtiesââ
âYou do know I know exactly how old you really are, right?â Beau teased.
You decided to ignore that jab and continued, unbothered. âIt would be seriously so sad. The Widow And The Divorcee â sounds like the worst sitcom on the planet. âSides, itâd be super awkward if one of us starts dating again.â
âFine, maybe youâre right,â Beau relented with a soft chuckle and then glanced at you sideways. His heart gained speed in his chest. âYou ever think about it? Dating? Gettinâ out there again? Been nine months.â
You twitched your shoulders, choosing not to look at him. âI donât know. Is nine months long enough after your husband died?â
Thoughtfully, Beau licked his lips and let out a small sigh. âI donât think thereâs a timeline, or a right and wrong. I just think itâs one of those things that when youâre ready, youâre ready.â⨠âWell, consider me not ready then, I guess,â you replied honestly.
âAlright,â Beau accepted, bobbing his head. âBut I still think you should try again at some point, you know? You shouldnât be alone for the rest of your life. First of all, itâd be a total waste, âcause, I mean, look at you. And secondly, youâre barely in your thirties, after all,â he repeated your earlier joke with a soft grin.
You felt the heat creep to your cheeks in the moonlight. As you looked at him, you could see his smirk, making you laugh. âNoted,â you replied and were thankful for his pep talk. âI mean, thereâve been offers.â
Beau quirked one eyebrow, a hard lump forming in his throat as his chest tightened. âOffers? Like plural? Who?â
âWell, just some of the guys from our team. Cody, Jordan, TedâŚâ you named a few. âAlso a few locals. Remember those guys we played pool with a few weeks ago? Two of âem asked for my number.â
âHuh. That is pluralâŚâ Beau pursed his lips and couldnât keep his brow from wrinkling, his grip on the steering wheel stiffening. âWell, you know, when youâre not ready, youâre not ready. Shouldnât force anything. No rush, darlinâ.â
Smooth, Beau thought wryly with an internal sigh.
âRight, I know,â you agreed. âI do miss sex, though. Getting kinda bored of my vibrator.â
Beau choked on his spit. âJesusâŚâ
âWhat? Am I not allowed to talk about it? I thought we were friends. Youâre supposed to care about my well-being and happiness,â you argued, frowning.
âI do care. Just⌠Can we please not talk about that?â he begged and exhaled a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his freckled nose.
âFine. I miss having women aroundâŚâ You shrugged and muttered, âDidnât peg you for a prude.â
âOkay, letâs just get one thing straight â Iâm not a prude,â he clarified in defense, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red.
âAlright, also noted,â you quipped, smirking to yourself. Sometimes you enjoyed making him a little uncomfortable. His blushed cheeks could be quite cute. âWhat about you? Have you still not talked to Carla? Iâm sure you can win her back if you tried. Youâre a lot better now.â
âWell, thank you for the, uh, vote of confidence, but itâs really over, I guess. We just talked about all the divorce proceedings last time. I actually think she started datinâ someone recently,â Beau told you.
Your eyebrows rose in surprise. âReally? Who?â
âI guess some rich tech guy. I donât knowâŚâ
âAnd youâre good with that?â you questioned in disbelief.
Beau scoffed a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. âHa, no⌠But what am I gonna do? Kinda shot myself in the leg with that one. I donât blame her for moving on. Itâs been over for months now.â
âThat sucks. Iâm sorry. I was kinda rooting for you two,â you admitted.
âWell, thanks, but we werenât you and Randy,â Beau said. It made your brow knit.
âWhat dâyou mean?â
âCâmon, you know what I mean,â Beau replied as if it were obvious, but you still shook your head. He sighed. âYou and Randy wouldâve never gotten divorced.â
âYou donât know that.â Honestly, you doubted it yourself, but you were too curious to find out what he meant by his statement.
âI do know that,â Beau insisted with certainty. âYou guys had that once-in-a-lifetime kinda love. The kind that made other people jealous, you know? Your love made every other relationship pale in comparison. I always figured once the honeymoon phase was over, youâd settle and be less vomit-inducing, but that never happened. Me and Carla were never like that. Not even in the beginning,â he explained, a small, soft smile shaping his mouth. âYou guys were special. True love. The stuff folk singers write cheesy songs about.â
âI guess we were,â you mused quietly, the memory of everything Randy was to you causing tears to well in your eyes.
âHey, Iâm sorry,â Beau apologized as soon as he noticed the sadness on your face. He reached his hand over to your side and squeezed your thigh gently, just above the knee.
âNo, itâs alright,â you brushed him off, swallowing your heartache down. âBut hey, if Carla wasnât your once-in-a-lifetime, maybe sheâs still out there. You just havenât found her yet. I mean, thatâs kinda a nice outlook, right?â
Licking his lips, he bobbed his head, his gaze focused on his hand on the steering wheel. âI doubt it.â
âWhy? Never say never,â you said encouragingly.
âWell, maybe I already met her, and itâs too late now,â he replied. It sounded more like an actual fact than a hypothetical theory. You found yourself wondering.
âWhat, did you have like an old college flame? The one that got away?â you teased lightheartedly, but he only grew more serious.
âSomethinâ like that,â he replied vaguely, rubbing his mouth with his fingers.
âLook her up on Facebook. Maybe sheâs divorced, too. You could reconnect or something,â you suggested. He nodded but didnât seem too convinced. You then shot him a hesitant glance from your periphery. âSo, now that Carlaâs moving on, are you gonna start dating now, too? Jump back into the game?â
âI guess so⌠Why?â A part of him was curious to hear your response, while another part reminded him that his desired answer was only wishful thinking â and completely insane on top of that.
âThat fiery brunette lady at the bar last night seemed really interested in you. Maybe you should hook up with her if sheâs there again tomorrow night?â you proposed in earnest.
Wide-eyed, Beau blinked at you in incredulity â like you had lost your goddamn mind. âIâm sorry, what?! Hook up? Who are you right now? Are you tryinâ to set me up?â
âYeah.â You shrugged simply, not seeing what the big problem was. âDonât look at me like Iâm trying to convince you to get a tramp stamp above your ass with a dirty needle. Iâm just trying to be a good wingman⌠woman. Randy wouldâve tried to set you up, right?â
Beau sighed frustratedly. âYeah, he wouldâve,â he admitted in a grumble and then barked, slightly more furious, âBut you ainât him. And I donât want you to be, so stop it, alright?â
âGeez, Iâm sorry. I was just trying to help,â you mumbled defensively and raised your hands in surrender, unsuccessfully hiding your upset over his reaction. He felt guilty when he saw the small pout on your face.
Beau rubbed his forehead before dragging his palm over the rest of his face. âI know. Iâm sorry, too,â he said and let out a deep breath through his nose. âI just-⌠I guess Iâm just waiting, okay?â
âWaiting for what?â
Beau squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. For you to be ready, he wanted to say. But he couldnât very well do that now, could he?
âFor Christâs sake, Y/NâŚâ he breathed exhaustively. That was all he managed to say. With his palm on his mouth, he rested his elbow against the car door, gazing out the window.
âWhy are you so upset?â you asked, your brow woven with confusion.
âSwitch subjects,â he requested.
It was a phrase the two of you used whenever you didnât want to talk about something anymore. When someone pushed too much, or the topic got too emotional and you needed a break. The only rule was to always respect the request, so you had no choice but to let it go after that.
âThe Texans game sucked last night, huh?â
That elicited a snort from him, and he looked at you with a warm smile. âYeah, goddamn awful.â
âHow many times are you gonna watch those?â
Beauâs question broke your concentration. Your gaze snapped from your laptop screen to his concerned face. Youâd been rewatching the victimsâ videos for four days straight now, trying to find more clues. Maybe even something that directly led to Diane.
âI keep thinking maybe Iâve missed something,â you mumbled and stared back into the computer, your teeth gnawing on the pen between your lips. âItâs 48 hours each. We have twenty-four victims. I keep watching them sped-up to get through them all, but maybe I should slow âem down. I mean, Iâve watched them full-length, normal speed a couple of times before, but maybe I should watch âem even slower and really focus, you know? Thereâs gotta be something thereâŚâ
Bobbing his head worriedly, Beau pursed his lips and took a scan of your desk. He counted eight empty cups of coffee and five cans of energy drinks. There were bags under your red eyes and your hands were jittering. He knew you hadnât slept a lot. He tried to hold you in his arms, but as soon as he dozed off, you snuck out and went back to work.
Beau shut the laptop. âYouâre cut off.â
âHey!â
âY/N, you need to sleep. Just look at you, darlinâ. This obsession isnât healthy. Iâm taking you home,â he declared sternly, ignoring your protests. You were pretty sure he had used his dad voice, too.
âY/N, you need to sleep. Just look at you, darlinâ. This obsession isnât healthy. Iâm taking you home,â he declared sternly, ignoring your protests. You were pretty sure he had used his dad voice, too.
âI need that woman in prison, Beau.â
âYou startinâ to sound like JennyâŚâ Beau quipped under his breath.
âWeâre running out of time. Thereâs only one day left before the next victim drops,â you stated and tried your best to keep your voice steady as it broke off towards the end.
âI know.â Beau clasped your shoulder and squeezed gently. âAnd weâll get her. I promise you. But youâre no good to any of us if youâre exhausted and losing it right now.â You nodded and rose from your chair. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against him, kissing the top of your head affectionately. âHow about some dinner, huh?â
You grinned warmly. âWhat, like a second date?â
âExactly like a second date,â Beau said and mirrored your grin. He was making up for lost time as best as he could, even if it meant taking you out every night for the rest of your life.
Your phone buzzed on the table, your brow quirking at the number. Eagerly, you picked up and wound yourself out of Beauâs embrace. âSpecial Agent Y/L/N⌠Uh-huh⌠Great, thank you.â
Beau pursed his lips. âWeâre not going out, are we?â
ââfraid not, Sheriff.â You shook your head and chuckled at his groan. âThat was IT. Theyâre finally done and sending over the IP addresses.â
âAlright, guess Iâm gettinâ take out,â Beau announced with a small sigh, knowing the two of you were in for a long night â and not the one he had planned.
You smiled and pecked his lips. âThank you.â
August 2020
Beauâs heart thudded frantically in his chest as his knuckles tapped your front door in the early evening. The sky was a color spectacle full of azures, indigos, and apricots as the summer sun slowly set. His boots only stood on that same spot not even twenty-four hours ago. It still felt like a surreal nightmare he couldnât escape, his hope to wake up soon a ceaseless prayer.
Heâd stayed with you all night, held you as you cried yourself to sleep. Beau awoke on your couch with your head resting on his thigh and a strange feeling in his gut. He couldnât help but think you were beautiful, even in a state of utter turmoil, shoving said thought swiftly down into the depths of his darkening soul.
But heâd spent all day thinking of you, plagued by guilt and torn by misplaced feelings. Heâd sat through hours of interviews, going over and over the events of last night till his mind spun like a hamster wheel. He was forced to fill out forms, sign documents, and recount each unforgettable step. Heâd listened to lectures, sermons, and admonitions. His captain gave him a tongue-lashing that sounded like mere white noise before he was sent home with a suspension â investigation pending.
Only he didnât go home; he came here.
At home, his wife and daughter were waiting â for a husband, a father, an explanation. None of which he could provide. Beau wanted to wallow in his grief, his guilt, his loss in peace. He lacked the strength to be strong, play pretend, and act above it all. He wanted to be punished, sent to perdition, and held accountable for his lapse of judgment. A suspension wasnât good enough. It barely patched the abysmal gaps in his heart.
The only suitable punishment was you. Witnessing your suffering was his personally crafted hell. You were the broken remnants of his destruction, the shattered pieces of his idiocy, the explosive fallout of his arrogance.
And you hadnât answered a single call or text of his. His torturous worry was part of his penalty.
Consecutive rings of the doorbell and incessant knocks remained unanswered. For a moment, Beau rested his forehead on the door. He felt helpless and clueless all the same. You had friends and family to take care of you, probably better suited and closer to you than him, but somehow he felt burdened with the responsibility.
He took the spare key out of the left-side planter and barged inside. The ground floor was deserted. Last nightâs uneaten dinner still sat untouched on the table. It felt like a whiplash against his bare back.
Bolting upstairs, he found the door to the main bedroom ajar. He pried it open slowly, the sight of you delivering his second lashing. This time, he felt the sting burning through to his heart.
He found you curled up in bed, on your husbandâs side, in your husbandâs t-shirt, with your wedding photo album clutched tightly in your arms. His breath halted for a moment; his heart did, too.
Did he do this? Was this all his fault?
âY/N?â His deep voice was quiet and careful as he spoke. Slowly, he walked over to your side and knelt down in front of you. âDarlinâ, hey⌠You need to get up. Eat somethinâ.â
Beau was sure you hadnât moved all day. He didnât ask you if you were alright or how you were doing. The question seemed insulting. The answer was obvious. Your phone was lighting up on the nightstand with a million unanswered calls and messages, his own among them. Your beautiful eyes were vacant, red, and empty. You didnât cry, however, not anymore. You were dehydrated and all out of tears at this point. You never looked at him, not even a glance.
âI want him back,â you whispered, your voice coarse from screaming, crying, cursing.
Beau nodded, licking his lips. Caringly, he caressed your head, brushing a few strands of messy hair out of your face. âI know. I hope you know Iâd trade places with him in a heartbeat if I could.â
For the first time your eyes found his. Your gaze was scathing and piercing. âTell me what happened.â
Beau let out a harrowing sigh. He had rehashed the story all day long. He wasnât sure if he could do it again, but maybe this version was the most important one. Who deserved the truth more than you?
âY/N, I donât think this is such a good idea, darlinâ,â Beau tried to reason, mostly for himself. He wanted to hold on a little longer, the idea of you hating him tearing him apart. He wanted to spare himself the additional guilt, the anger, the hurt.
âTell me or leave.â
Beau closed his eyes and nodded hesitantly. âOkay, alright.â He took a deep breath and settled down on the floor, leaning his back against the wooden bedside table. âWe were closing in on that biker gang. Few murders, arms trafficking, drug deals⌠You know the drill. Iâm sure Ra-⌠he filled you in.â
Not that long ago, Randy had asked you for advise on the case. You gave him your contacts in the DEA and a number to a CI.
âYour DEA guy warned us. Said the gang was working closely with the cartel down in JuĂĄrez. But I had my own intel that only a few members were meeting at the Hatcher warehouse in MacGregor. It was supposed to be a small deal. But I figured it could lead to bigger things if we shook âem down, you know? But fuckinâ Harper told us no like usual. Refused to give us back-up. Said to pass the case on to the DEA. But Randy and I worked our asses off the last few months to get even this far. We were so close. I didnât wanna let go⌠So, I suggested we go in anyways. It was supposed to be only three guys from the gang. I knew if we were smart about it, we could easily take âem down, you know?â
You rolled onto your back and propped yourself up on the bed. Shaking your head, you chuckled humorlessly and grabbed the half-empty whiskey bottle from the nightstand. ââCourse you did. Itâs not the first time you broke a rule or shit on authority.â
âYeah, and I was right every single time,â Beau bit. His anger wasnât geared at you but at himself. He knew he was in the wrong. He flew too close to the sun and got burned. But he still felt the need to defend himself, even if it was unjustified.
His gaze drifted to the dresser and the patch of wall above it, decorated with photographic evidence of yours and his partnerâs life together. The wedding, dates, vacations, holidays â it was all there. Beau had watched it all, start to finish. He wished he could rewind the tape and cut off the ending, all so you could have the love of your life back. He didnât know yet your cassette had a B-side. One that featured him.
âYou got fucking lucky, is all,â you scoffed.
âRandy backed me up on it!â
âOf course he did! Youâre his fucking partner! He wouldâve followed you anywhere if you asked him to,â you snapped, shaking your head. You gulped down some whiskey then and locked your jaw before you met his eyes again with a glare. âAnd? What happened then, Beau? Was it only three guys?â
âNo.â The word was almost inaudible. He shook his head with a harsh swallow. âThey were meetinâ with a few cartel members there. My intel never said anything about that. When we were inside and saw what was really going on, it was already too late to get out. They made us, bullets started flyinâ⌠They got a hold of Randy and⌠shot him.â A tear escaped down his cheek, his throat closing as he tried to choke out the last bit of the story. âI had to leave him there. I barely got out myself. Iâm sorry, Y/N. I know this is on me.â
Your lips twitched with a bitter smile. You didnât look at him, just rubbed your tired eyes. âDamn right it is. Get out.â
âY/N, pleaseââ
The storm in your eyes made him stop as you met his gaze, his useless apologies becoming stuck in his throat. âI said, get out. I ainât asking a third time. Youâre the reason my husband is dead. Youâre the reason I donât even have a body to bury. So, get the fuck out.â Like a snakebite, your words were targeted, sharp, and venomous.
You finally got out of bed and prodded towards the en-suite bathroom. The truth had been what you needed to switch the fighter inside of you back on. You knew what you wanted to do then and were determined to get it.
âY/Nââ
âDo you know what cartels do to bodies, Beau? To rivals? To law enforcement? âCause I just came back from a job where we found forty-eight decapitated bodies, left to rot inside the walls of a house. Still havenât found the heads yet. Probably never will,â you told him and stared him dead into his dark green eyes. âEver seen that before, desperado?â
Beau bit his lips, averting his gaze. âNo.â
âYeah, didnât think so.â You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. âNow, leave. Please. Get the fuck outta my house. I donât wanna see you anymore,â you spat and slammed the bathroom door shut behind you.
Beau then grabbed the whiskey bottle youâd left and walked out of your home. It was the first of many nights he started to drink himself to sleep, but at least it kept the nightmares temporarily at bay.
âTheodore.â Beau forced a bright smile onto his freckle-dusted face, although the stiff features could barely fool anyone. At least, they wouldnât have fooled you.
âBeau, good to see you again.â Ted smiled and did a more convincing job of it as he waltzed into Lewis and Clark Countyâs Sheriffâs Department. It almost seemed like he meant it. âI was surprised when Y/N told me you got a gig as a sheriff here.â
Translation: I was surprised because you were such a fuck-up back in Texas.
Beau feigned a chuckle. âYeah, I bet you were.â
âHopefully, youâre givinâ the DAs here less headaches,â Ted jabbed under the disguise of friendly banter. He then turned to Jenny with that same shit-eating grin. âYour sheriff is a little troublemaker.â
Sweet Lord, Beau wanted to whack the bastard.
The blonde deputy coolly brushed the accusation off. She shrugged and playfully nudged Beauâs arm, sending the Texan attorney a smile. âI prefer him that way.â
âHey, there she is!â Beau smiled with frazzled relief when you finally hurried into the station. A little while longer, and he definitely wouldâve thrown a punch.
âHey, Ted. Thanks for coming. How was your flight?â You greeted him with a warm smile and a quick hug.
âGood, good. Never been to Montana before,â Ted said and then let his eyes wander up and down your body. âLook at you. You look great!â
âOh, uh, thanks.â You subtly cleared your throat. You could physically feel Beau stiffen next to you. In your periphery, you could spy a tightly clenched jaw and a few strained muscles in his neck.
âMind if Y/N and I borrow your office, Sheriff Arlen?â Ted asked and emphasized his title. âConsidering the nature of this case, Iâd like to keep it as private as possible. Donât want anything to reach Ms. Newtonâs ears.â
Your hunch had been right. Several IP addresses pointed to Diane, some to public Wi-Fiâs. You and the team still needed to connect her to the other states and find out where sheâd been staying there, but you could definitely trace some posts in recent weeks to her home in Montana. It was enough for an arrest warrant, but you still needed more evidence.
Additionally, it had all come together a little too easily. It seemed like a giant trap you were walking into. Diane wanted to be caught. But why?
âWhy donât I just join you? Iâm sure Y/N here doesnât mind,â Beau suggested with a tight smile and then snaked his arm around your middle, pulling you closer. âAinât that right, darlinâ?â
Internally, you sighed a little at his obvious territorial pissing, but you were willing to throw him a bone. You stretched up and claimed his plump lips in a fervent kiss that Beau only all too happily reciprocated.
âNot at all, Sheriff. You know I always appreciate your input,â you replied with a dirty smirk at the double entendre.
As Beau looked down at you, he mouthed âGod, I love you.â You grinned in response.
âHappy to give it to you,â he said with another sweet peck of your lips. A triumphant and slightly cocky grin graced his lips as he looked back at Ted.
âOh, so you two are back together?â Ted realized, his brow rising to his hairline. Heâd never seen you two together but certainly had heard the whispers down in Mexico from your old task force. Heâd been the DA for those cases as well. Youâd never explicitly told him about you and Beau, though, even when he had tried to pry a little on those dates you went on.
âWell, Iâm a hard one to quit,â Beau quipped almost proudly, like a peacock showing off his fan of feathers.
âAs are cigarettes and many other vices,â Ted shot back with the same stupidly proud grin.
Translation: Youâre an ass. And a failure. She deserves so much better. Iâm âbetter.â But maybe that didn't need a translation.
Beau shouldâve known it was hard to out-argue a lawyer and ground his jaw. After all, heâd been married to one for many years.
You, on the other hand, shared a wide-eyed and baffled look with Jenny that bordered on amusement. You had almost gasped in shock. You hadnât expected such a fiery reply, sure the men would stick to their Southern manners. But, oh well, everyoneâs packing in fucking TexasâŚ
âWhy donât you two go ahead? Iâll join you in a minute,â you ordered more than you earnestly proposed and shooed the two men down the hallway towards Beauâs office.
âSure itâs such a good idea to lock those two in a room alone?â Jenny teased, her eyes lingering a little too long on Tedâs perfectly formed ass as he sauntered down the hall.
You couldnât blame her. You had checked out Beauâs in the same breath.
âItâs only for a short time. Theyâre not gonna kill each other,â you laughed it off. Jenny arched a doubtful eyebrow at you. âThat quickly,â you added a correction. âSo, what did I miss here?â you asked and nodded towards the two men, closing the door to Beauâs office behind them. All you heard last was them talking about the recent Texans game.
Ugh, of course, theyâd end up by footballâŚ
âDick measuring contest,â Jenny supplied wryly.
âAh, figuredâŚâ
âWell, better them than to lock Agent Y/L/N and the sheriff into the same room,â Poppernak joked with a soft chuckle as he appeared next to you and Jenny, chiming into the conversation.
You gaped at him in mock-shock. âMo! I canât believe you just said that,â you chided playfully.
His cheeks turned crimson red. âIâm sorry, Special Agent Y/L/N,â he apologized in a fluster.
âMo, I told you to call me by my first name,â you reminded him with a smile. âOr Iâm gonna have to start giving you silly names like Beau does.â
âOh, I love Sheriff Arlenâs nicknames,â he quickly defended with a nervous laugh.
âDo you?â Jenny tilted her head with a questioning eyebrow.
He shrugged. âTheyâre clever.â
August 2020
âOld Fashioned,â you ordered with a look at the bartender, feeling Beauâs confused eyes and crinkled brow wander up to you. âCouldnât have picked a nicer bar, huh? This place is a dump. You know that, right?â
Beau clicked his tongue and took a sip from his Ranch Water. âWhat are you doing here? Thought you never wanted to see me again.â
You let out a small sigh but didnât meet his gaze. âCarla called me. Your family is worried about you.â
âI didnât tell her where I was. How did you know I was here?â
âI didnât. Carla said you havenât been home in three days. Figured youâd gone on a bender. This is the fifth cop bar I checked out. Finally got lucky,â you said and thanked the bartender as he placed his drink in front of you. You settled down on a barstool next to Beau.
âQuite the effort. Sure Iâm worth it?â
Your tongue swept over your lips. âBeau, look at me.â His forest-green eyes found yours upon your soft plea. âIâm sorry I put all that shit on you. It wasnât fair. Itâs not your fault, okay? His death isnât on you. I know you loved him like a brother.â
âI did.â Beau took another sip of his drink. âBut it is my fault. I was reckless and arrogant. We both know it.â
âIt was a set-up, alright? I talked to my DEA contact. Cody said your intel was wrong. They knew you and Randy were closing in on them. They wanted to get rid of you,â you explained.
Beau smacked his lips. âI still shoulda known better. I shouldâve seen it was a trap.â
âMaybe,â you admitted. You couldnât say you wouldâve done the same thing, but you knew Beau wouldâve never purposely put Randy in danger if he had even the faintest idea. âBut it couldâve happened to anybody. This was bigger than you knew.â
âIt wouldnât have happened to you,â he stated quietly. You couldnât argue with that. You were more by-the-book than he was. You wouldâve never gone against a superiorâs order. You wouldâve respected it.
âLook, just go home. Talk to your wife. Get some help,â you said. âYou missed your suspension hearing, but I spoke on your behalf. Told them it wasnât your fault. The DEA backed me. Harperâs gonna reinstate you. Just come back as soon as youâre ready.â
Beau nodded slowly. Even if he didnât say it, you could tell he was thankful for your efforts. âI canât go home.â
Your brow furrowed. âWhy? Iâm sure Carla will understand. You need to talk to someone about this. Go to therapy â and not the alcoholic kind. Losing a partner is not something you get over quickly. You need people in your corner, including your wife.â
âYou mean the wife that lets criminals out on the street?â Beauâs gaze was focused on the glass in his hands. The wrinkles on your brow deepened. âThe guy that shot him⌠Carlaâs his defense attorney. Was, at least. He was supposed to do time, but two months ago, she got him paroled.â With a dark chuckle, he emptied his glass.
âBeauâŚâ You knew he had always struggled with Carlaâs job, making you sometimes wonder about their dinner conversations at home. âIt ainât her fault more than it is yours. Sheâs just doing her job. You know that. Youâve been together for so long, youâd think youâre used to it by now.â
Beau scoffed a chuckle and gestured to the bartender for a refill. âI was a young cop back then. Wasnât on the job as long. I didnât know it would bother me so much. Still lived in that hopeful bubble, I guess.â
You smiled knowingly. âYou mean the âI didnât think Iâd see as much shit and injustice as I do nowâ bubble?â
He snickered softly. âYep, that one. Just didnât think itâd be this hard, you know?â
âI get it. I mean, me and Carla butt heads all the time over this stuff. But we do it in a competitive fun way and then get drunk,â you said with a light chuckle. âGuess itâs different when youâre married, though, huh?â
âYeah, it isâŚâ he sighed.
âStill, go home. Talk to her,â you encouraged but could see your words of wisdom fell on deaf ears. âBy the way, the funeralâs on Saturday.â
He turned his gaze away from his glass and found your eyes. âYou need any help with that?â
âMaybe you can give a eulogy. You knew him best. I think he wouldâve really liked that,â you said with a warm smile. No matter your own feelings, you knew deep down Randy wouldâve wanted you to forgive his partner.
âYeah, I can do that. Anything you need, okay?â Beau clasped your hand that laid on the bar counter and squeezed reassuringly before dropping it again.
You smiled appreciatively and teased, âMaybe show up sober. Or at least close-to.â
Beau chuckled a little. âI promise.â
You stood up from your seat then and put some cash for your drink on the counter. âAlright, Iâm heading home. You need me to call you a cab?â
âNah, Iâm good. Iâm just gonna finish this drink, then Iâll head out, too,â he said.
âYou sure? Donât make me come back here,â you threatened playfully.
Beau laughed softly. âI wonât. Thanks for everything, Y/N. I mean it.â
You sent him a smile and gave his shoulder a squeeze on your way out. âYouâre welcome. Get home safe, okay?â
However, Beau couldnât keep any of his promises. He made it home after three more drinks and woke up on the front lawn of his house. Carla wasnât happy when she found him in the morning as she brought Emily to school. But Beau couldnât stop. Every time he closed his eyes, the tragic events flashed before him like a horror movie, witnessing Randyâs death in a never-ending loop. He kept seeing his partner get dragged away, heard the shot over and over again like a rain of bullets without a ceasefire.
The guilt was eating him alive. The guilt of getting his partner into this mess in the first place. Of leaving him behind. Of surviving and coming out alive when he didnât deserve to.
So, Beau kept drinking to forget, even though he knew it was a futile endeavor. The memory would never fade, but at least it was blurred.
Your heavy breaths echoed through the small trailer. His mouth moved down the column of your throat, leaving a wet path of ravenous love bites in its wake.
âFuck, baby,â you moaned wantonly, his grip on your flesh punishing as he kept you pressed flush against him while he devoured you on the little dining table. Your ass sat on the wooden surface, your crossed ankles locked tightly behind his muscular back.
âGod, you made me so happy today,â he growled against the shell of your ear, his rising length rubbing against your core through layers of denim.
âI can see that.â You giggled, your hands dangling in his hair. âThereâs no need to hate him so much, you know?â
âSays you,â Beau quipped and unzipped your jeans, eagerly pulling them off you as his mouth sucked your clavicle purple and blue. âThat slimy coyote always had it out for me.â
Beau removed your panties as well, tossing them behind his shoulder where they landed in the kitchen sink. âWhoops.â He grinned charmingly but was unstoppable, freeing his throbbing dick as he shoved his jeans and boxers barely over his ass. He didnât bother to slip out of them all the way, too impatient to wait any longer to enter you.
âStill, Iâm already yours. Iâve always been yours,â you said and braced yourself on his broad shoulders as one large hand on your back pulled you closer to the edge of the table. His other hand grabbed his cock, twisting his fist along the hard, long shaft a few times before he glided his cockhead through your slick folds.
âNot always.â With one harsh thrust, he pushed inside you, your tight walls fighting to make room for him and adjust to his stretch.
You gasped at the pleasurable burn that coursed through your body and ignited every sizzling nerve. He dropped his head to your shoulder, giving both of you some time to get used to each other. You could tell you were in for a wilder ride tonight. You always loved when he fucked you rough and hard. There was something raw and animalistic about the need in his hypnotizing green eyes.
Beau then claimed your lips with one fervent kiss, enough of a spark to cause a wildfire. He met your gaze, hands gingerly cupping your cheeks. âBut I love that youâre mine now. And Iâm sure as hell gonna make you mine tonight, darlinâ.â
You crashed your lips against his, your kisses frenzied and untamed as his hips began to slam into you. His pounds into your pussy were relentless as you swallowed every inch of him. You gripped him tight, already feeling your first orgasm bloom. It accumulated like dark, violent storm clouds on the horizon, forecasting roaring thunder and heavy rainfall.
âOh God! Fuck, baby!â You screamed as your climax tore through you like a hurricane, your cunt gushing on his cock and pulsing around him. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades and scratched down his back as you came undone.
Beau groaned into your ear, squeezing his eyes shut as he barely held on himself. But he didnât let up and kept up his furious pace, not ready to stop yet. âShit, keep doing that. Youâre so fucking tight, Y/N,â he grunted against your skin, your sensitive flesh barely withstanding his ruthless pumps. âWant you to come again, darlinâ.â
With his declaration, his hand slipped between your sweat-clad bodies. You came close to losing your mind as he thumbed furiously at your clit, the stars already starting to twinkle in front of your eyes. You could feel yourself get shoved to the edge once more, staring down the steep cliffs of white-hot ecstasy.
Your mind was consumed by need, his grip on your hips bruising as you exploded. You cried out raucously, your whole body quaking in his hold upon your eruption, the aftershocks so powerful they could cause cracks in your bones.
Beau spilled his seed deep inside of you, his body stuttering in rhythm with yours as your earthquake took him down with you. Hazy gazes met each other with lazy smiles as ragged breaths mingled.
âFuck, that was good. I think that one might make it into our Top Ten.â Beau chuckled gravelly and placed a gentle kiss on your temple.
âHmm, not sure. We have a few greatest hits.â You giggled and bit down on your lower lip with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. âCan I tell you something?â
Beau cupped your cheeks, thumbs caressing the heated and rosy skin as he lifted your gaze. âAnything.â
âJust between us, youâre the best lover I ever had,â you confessed with a wide grin. The corners of his mouth rose to match yours.
âWell, between us, Iâve never loved anyone like I love you. Youâre it, darlinâ. You know that, right? Youâre the love of my life,â Beau revealed, making you smile brighter than you ever had before.
âIâm not sure about the sex, but this moment, right here, is probably gonna make it into the Top Ten,â you said softly as a few tears stung your eyes.
âGood.â Beau smiled and pecked your forehead.
The buzzing of a phone shifted your attention. You recognized it as yours, and Beau was quick to retrieve it from your jeans pocket in the pile of clothes on the floor.
âItâs Jenny,â you told him before picking up. âHello⌠What?! Uh-huh, weâll be right there.â
Beauâs brow furrowed as he watched your features flicker through an array of emotions. âBad news?â
âUhm, honestly, I donât know,â you said and swallowed some of your confusion down, gathering your thoughts. âJenny said Diane just walked into the station and gave herself up. She is ready to confess but only wants to talk to us.â
âUs? As in us two?â Beauâs eyes narrowed. You nodded. âWell, that doesnât sound fishy at all,â he commented wryly.
âYup, I donât like it.â
Chapter 8: Chemical Bonds â JUNE 26
A lot of revelations and foreboding in this one... đ Also, I just love having Beau say the word "coyotes" for some reason đ
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Super short update because my life is a mess.
But here is part 24 of the Intridimensional Au!
First /// Previous /// Next
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âImpressive as ever.â Ford said as he looked at the robot arm on the work bench.
âThanks, Stanford.â Fiddleford replied quietly.
Ford watched Fiddleford place his good hand over the arm then glanced up at Fiddleford's face and frowned.
âSomething wrong?â he asked.
âLots aâ things are, I reckon.â Fiddleford said with a humorless huff of laughter. âYa know when I went back home fer Christmas and fergot ta get Emma-May a present?â
âI recall, yes.â Ford responded, his frown deepening.
âShe was already purdy darn mad at me before that. I wore baggy sweaters ta try and hide the metal cast on my arm so she wouldn't go worryinâ âbout it, but Tate ain't dumb and heard the hum of the components. He asked me about it, âcuz he's at that age where they ask a million questions, and I told him it was a metal cast. âCourse he's an imaginative kid so he immediately started calling it a robit arm. He ran ta Emma-May ta tell her, and I thought she was âbout to murder me on the spot.â Fiddleford paused and picked up the arm. âHe'd love this, but Emma-May would hate it.â
âI love it, if that makes you feel any better.â Ford said, placing a hand on Fiddleford's back.
âIt does.â Fiddleford said with another quiet laugh. âBut I can't stop thinkinâ about that. Emma-May knew how I felt âbout you in college, and we got in a purdy big fight âbout it before I came ta Gravity Falls. I love Emma-May, but our parents both loved the idea of us beinâ together more than we did. I think maybe we were more like best friends than spouses, but I promised her I'd be back âcause, above all else, we jusâ wanted Tate ta have a normal childhood.â Fiddleford set the arm back down and choked on a laugh that sounded suspiciously more like a sob. ââSpose I'll jusâ hafta live with the fact that he won't. I donâ know if he'll âmember me at all.â
âFiddsâŚâ Ford said softly, unsure of what else to say with his own guilt and regret tearing at his chest.
âIf I knew it was gonna turn out this way I prolly woulda jusâ said screw it and kissed ya as soon as ya opened the door to yer damn creepy cabin in the woods.â
Ford cracked a smile at that, but Fiddleford still looked a thousand miles away as he stared down at the arm.
âYou would have stopped me.â Ford said after a moment.
Fiddleford glanced over at him in question.
âYou say you would have kissed me right then, but I know you, and, if you had known this was the outcome, you would have left.â Ford clarified.
âMaybe.â Fiddleford responded thoughtfully, âBut maybe not. Maybe Iâm too scared in every timeline.â
âFuck that.â Stan said, coming up behind them and dropping the last box at their feet. âI saw your face when Ford mentioned fighting back against Bill. That wasn't fear. That was determination.â
Fiddleford smiled sadly over his shoulder at Stanley.
âI thought you'd grow out of being so cheesy.â Ford deadpanned.
âNope!â Stan replied with a smile. âBut if you two are done being nauseating, we have some boxes to go through. I found a box of brown meat! It says it expires in 1993, but who the fuck knows what year it is in this dimension. My plan is to eat it now, ask questions later!â
âI believe you meant âdie of food poisoning laterâ.â Ford noted.
âOr die of starvation! Might as well eat mystery food and die the fun way!â Stan laughed.
âDysentery don't sound fun.â Fiddleford replied.
âWhatever, nerds.â Stan said, motioning to the boxes. âJust grab what you want so we can get on with life. I found a shot gun, too. You're welcome.â
Fiddleford laughed but did as he was told and put aside his arm project to start rummaging through the boxes.
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Sorry non-Fiddauthor fans. I needed Fiddauthor.
I originally wasn't going to write this bit in, but I wanted to give some context to the guilt they're both still feeling and the relationship between Emma-May and Fidds. Emma-May is bi in this universe, but prefers woman. Is that a cop-out to make myself feel better about how much Fidds hurt her? Yes, yes it is. But I am doing it anyway because I do what I fucking want.
I have another art piece nearly done, so I'll probably post it tomorrow. For now, enjoy. Or whatever.
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In one of my other fanfics, I made an allusion to a story from Rukia and Renji's youth where she got nervous about the size of her chest and made Renji give an opinion on the matter. I was always very charmed by the idea of it, and earlier this week, I felt like writing it, so I did. Originally, I didn't intend to post it, because it skirts a little close to underage sex stuff, but a) they're immortal ghosts and they live on their own and become child soldiers like two years later, and b) it's really nothing. Teens, even human teens, can see a boob. It's fine. Don't read it if it bothers you. Also, if this bears resemblance to multiple stories I have written in the past, it's because I think Rukia is just like that. This will probably not be the last one, either.
Rated a hearty PG-13 for cussing, partial nudity, and some adolescent sexual awakening
| read on ao3 |
"Renji," said Rukia. "I need your opinion on something."
Renji had been breaking up sticks to dry out for firewood around the backside of the broken-down squat he and the gang had been trying to get into shape for their winter digs. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm. "My opinion?" he grumbled. "Is everyone else off somewhere?" It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't heard anyone else's voice in a while.
"Well, yes," Rukia mumbled. "They went into the woods to try and set some traps and maybe do some foraging. But I'm not asking because you're the only one around. I was waiting to ask you until everyone was busy."
That got Renji's attention. This was not the first time Rukia had cornered him like this. He assumed she did this to the other guys, too, but he didn't actually know for certain. Renji tossed the stick in his hand back onto the pile and turned to give Rukia his full attention. She was standing in a funny way, her arms crossed awkwardly over her chest. She looked almost like she was cold, except that it was early September and still sweltering.
"What's up?" he asked.
"You're going to wonder why I am asking you this," she said, her eyes fixed somewhere off to one side, "and it's because I'm trusting you not to be weird about it. Everyone else would try, but then they would be weird about it, and I know you won't be."
Renji continued to regard her silently. She wasn't asking anything particular of him, just stating what she expected. Renji decided he liked the idea of being a guy who wasn't weird about stuff, and decided he would do his best to uphold that trust. He was also prepared for whatever she was going to say next to be spectacularly weird. This was Rukia, after all.
"Also," she said, "you go around with your shirt off all the time. You're the least self-conscious person I know about. You know. Body stuff."
An alarm signal went zinging through Renji's nervous system. It was true that he wasn't all that concerned about bodies, his own or other people's. A long time ago, he'd had to make a decision about Rukia's body, which he sometimes had to touch and slept next to at night and had seen naked more than a few times. She'd become a little secretive about that recently, and he'd taken care to respect that decision and avert his eyes when he needed to and made sure all the other guys did too. The decision he had made was that Rukia's body was exactly like Fujimaru's and Mameji's and Kosaburou's, which was to say, it was a thing that existed but was none of his business, unless say, she needed an injury patched up or something like that.
"Something wrong?" he asked gruffly.
"Not-- well, I don't know. That's what--that's what the opinion is for."
Renji rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm really not sure I'm the right person to ask. I know the old herb lady is pretty deep in her own brain most the time, but if you catch her on a good day, she knows a lot of stuff about--"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Renji, I just want to know if my boobs are good or not!"
Renji stared at her. Rukia's face was beet red now.
"UhâŚwhat?"
Rukia made a little huffing noise. "Look. I know you know I've been binding my chest for a while now."
Renji shrugged noncommittally. Rukia hadn't been particularly shy about letting them see her in her chest wrap. A lot of girls in Inuzuri did. Usually, it was a safety measure.
"I think they might be done growing. I'm worried they'reâŚwell, they're kinda small."
Renji ran his fingers through his hair and tried not to look at her. "Seems like that would make them easier to bind, no?"
"WellâŚyes, that's true."
"It's not like it's something you can control. You shouldn't worry about it."
"I just don't know! Maybe they're fine actually! I'm the only one who gets to see them and I think I may have gotten too wrapped around my own axle about it and I just wanted a second opinion, okay?"
Renji sighed. "Okay. Sure. If it'll make you feel better."
Rukia took a deep breath and then lowered her arms. Nervously, she tugged at her yukata below the sash to get it adjusted properly.
There was now the slightest curve in the fabric between her shoulders and her waist. Renji wasn't sure he even would have noticed it if she were just some girl he saw on the street. But that curve was there, and it was doing something weird to the pit of his stomach.
Cleavage was no rare sight in Inuzuri. Both in the streets and the gambling halls, plenty of women kept theirs on display for, uh, business reasons. Renji could tell the difference between the more and less attractive sets, but he'd never been quite as excited by the prospect of a hearty set of tits as some of his peers. He didn't think this constituted any kind of moral high ground. The fact was, he was just mostly into dudes. A pair of well-muscled forearms or a particularly sharp jawline was usually more likely to do him in. But there was something about that mysterious curve, the suggestion of tits, of Rukia's titsâŚ
"They look fine to me," he announced.
Rukia looked down at them and frowned thoughtfully.
A strange, slightly foreign thought, possibly a stray memory from his human life, popped into Renji's brain. "Isn't there even--like with fancy kimono--aren't you supposed to make a smooth profile? Maybe you've just got a fancy-lady figure."
Some of the color had receded from Rukia's cheeks. "Why do you always know these things? Also--fat lot of good that's going to do me."
Renji shrugged. "What kinda good were you hoping they were gonna do you, anyway? I mean, you wouldn't wanna-- that is--" He grimaced, thinking about business reasons again.
"I might like to kiss someone, someday!" Rukia declared, cheeks going hot once more. "I'd likeâŚto be worth looking at. You're going to be ten feet tall and have shoulders for days and you've already got that hair, so I realize that's something you've probably never once thought about."
Renji stared at her uncomprehendingly. "You think I'm good-looking?"
Rukia seemed to be staring at something over her shoulder. "You're certainly striking."
Renji had honestly never thought about himself in that way before. Mostly, he thought he'd stuck out in a way that was mostly pretty inconvenient, given their skulking and pickpocketing lifestyle.
"You have an interesting voice," he pointed out, drawing the words out as he tried to think of more things a theoretical person who was not him might find attractive about Rukia. "And you're good at a lot of things." She also had a pretty face, maybe the prettiest face he'd ever seen in Inuzuri, with big blue eyes that you could just fall into. He couldn't say all that shit, though. It would just embarrass both of them, plus she would think he was lying to make her feel better. He wasn't. It wasn't even, like, his opinion, it was just the objective truth.
Rukia huffed again, clearly unsatisfied.
Renji threw up his arms. "They're under your clothes! Wouldn't you rather kiss someone who likes you because you're cool, rather than because you've got a nice pair of knockers? Which isn't even to say they aren't nice! You just can't tell! They could be great under there. That's it's own kind of allure. The-- the, uh, mystery." He regretted saying it the moment it was out of his mouth. This always happened with Rukia, though. He was always telling on himself.
Rukia stared at him for a long moment. Then she hooked her finger over the closure of her yukata and pulled it away, staring down into the depths.
"Are we done?" Renji asked, trying to sound bored and failing when his voice wavered on the last word.
Rukia looked back up at him. "You've never even see a naked girl-tit, have you, Abarai?"
Renji wrinkled his nose. "NotâŚnot really, no. NotâŚhead-on."
Rukia set her jaw. "Okay. We're doing this."
"What--" stammered Renji. "What are we doing? We don't need to--"
Rukia pulled her yukata wide and shimmied her shoulders loose.
Renji swallowed thickly.
He had changed his mind. He did, in fact, like girls. Fuck, did he like girls.
Rukia's breasts were small, that was just a fact. They were also gorgeous. Smooth and straight on top, ending in a sharp, rosy nipple. They curved gently on the underside back to where they rejoined her body, like two ripe, blushing pears. Renji could imagine cupping one in his hand, the way it would fit in his palm perfectly. He squeezed his hands into fists, reminding himself that they were dirty and covered in small bits of bark from breaking the sticks. He absolutely could not reach out and touch them, even beyond the possibility that Rukia would murder him if he did (would she, though? He wondered). It turned out this was a mistake, because now he was thinking about kissing Rukia's breasts, about the way they would taste, how he could take nearly the whole of one in his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Fuck, Rukia, put your shirt back on!"
"They can't be that bad," Rukia grumbled.
"They're not, they're really good! Surprisingly good! You should save them for whoever it is you want to kiss! Please put your shirt back on!"
"You're so weird," Rukia laughed, and he was glad to hear the ring of relief in her voice.
There was a long pause with a few rustles of fabric being adjusted. Renji chanced to unsqueeze one eye to see if she was dressed again. He was just in time to see her cross the second side of her yukata over the first, catching a last glimpse of a pretty little tit before the fabric settled over it. A secret once again, but no longer a mystery. Fuck.
"You can open your eyes now, you big baby," Rukia announced, reknotting her sash. Evidently she hadn't noticed him peeking. She wasn't even blushing anymore. "Thank you."
"I don't know why you asked me," Renji mumbled. "You know I'm no good at being reassuring and shit like that."
"I didn't want you to be reassuring," she replied, looking up and favoring him with a brilliant smile. "I wanted you to be honest. WhichâŚclearly you were. I don't know what else that could possibly have been."
"Shut up," said Renji.
Rukia snorted softly. "Do you wanna go find the others and fix their snares for them? I'm sure they've set them up wrong."
"I wanna finish dealing with these sticks first," Renji replied. It took his entire strength of will to unclench his hands and pick up a stick, a long, heavy one. He winced when it broke much more easily than he had expected it to. The sound of it was deafening.
"I can help," Rukia said cheerfully, picking up another stick and snapping the side branches off it expertly, humming while she worked.
Renji picked up another stick, and suddenly wished the pile was bigger than it actually was.
"Hey, Renji?"
"What now?"
"They really are--?"
"Yes. Don't ask me again."
Rukia gave a little chuckle, and so softly that he almost didn't hear it, added, "Huh. Who knew?"
#my writing#renruki#rukia kuchiki#renji abarai#the real reason i posted this is that i got tired of waffling about it#hopefully now i can get back to writing the fanfic i am *supposed* to be working on :P
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Why is the anime so weird, it's not even the same series dude?? It's like,
Anime:
GOKU: I have a great idea to bring peace to the universe, and my leadership and compassion alone will unite us all. I have No Flaws and am A True Relatable Everyman :)
VEGETA: NO! I AM THE BEST AND I WILL CAUSE PROBLEMS UNTIL I AM RECOGNIZED AS SUCH!!!!
Manga:
GOKU: Vegeta what's cornmeal made of? I know it's what the corn eats, but what's it made of? VEGETA: Hey Kakarot let's play the quiet game until one of us dies.
#dbtag#I do not understand this writing it's so bad aklsdlkasjd#Toei wants Goku to be Clark Kent SO bad and he SO isn't lmao#they're so good and dumb and rounded and complex in the manga what is the anime so afraid of#Toriyama said 'no no this man is a detached faux-immortal who has a dear pure heart but he's childlike and selfish even though he's kind'#and toei went 'got it goku's never done anything wrong ever in his life'#toriyama said 'Vegeta's gone through a lot and he's finally settling into his more mature leadership role with the confidence he's earned'#and toei said 'got it vegeta has the confidence of a high school bully except now he can interact with his family as a comedy bit'#girl hWHAT#Toei trying to group Goku and Vegeta as two people who would rather train than be with their families and Toriyama said NO Vegeta wants#to be HOME this is the first time in years that he's HAD ONE and it makes him HAPPY to be with his wife and children!!#Vegeta trains so that he can protect the things he doesn't want to lose again and Goku trains because it's the thing that makes him happies#They are NOT the same lmao And yeah Vegeta still wants to beat Goku but he also knows that Gohan could dogwalk both of them if he wanted#He also knows Trunks and Goten are going to surpass them it's not about being the best anymore he's past that he just wants to Not Need Gok#He just doesn't want to have to rely on Goku to save the day he wants to be Enough on his own he just wants to know he can be#because every time it's mattered he WASN'T and people he loved were lost to his inability to protect them and he carries that#Like Whis diagnosed him with anxiety and cptsd out in the open and Beerus said he was self-centered for feeling guilt#+ he lowkey enjoys the rivalry it keeps him goal-oriented so he can't get complacent and lazy which is what triggered his Buu Saga breakdow#realized how Fucked Up it was that having a home and loving family made him feel like he was failing and went 'wait no I won actually??'#now he's chill as fuck in the manga. cool confident leader.#and sometimes he is childish and dumb with Goku as a treat#you know what rocks about his rivalry with Goku in Super though is that it's Playful. Vegeta is learning how to Play.#You ever seen a shelter dog get introduced to a really playful dog and it takes a minute for the shelter dog to understand it's safe here#And then they're both running around the backyard playing hot potato with one braincell?? That's Goku and Vegeta's relationship#and the way the anime sleeps on that dynamic is so fucking criminal especially when it's literally canon it's in print it's out there#you had the playbook how'd you fumble it this bad#anyway that's my 25+ year blorbo thoughts I love Geets a lot okay#And I love Goku in the manga a lot I'd forgotten that he's actually a great character when Toei's not fucking up his whole vibe
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had the craziest nightmare today. hit every nightmare genre and added a new one just for me
#timothy's txts.#late getting off my break at work for my worst manager BUT at the worst place i worked#walked into my manager in a meeting with EVERY head person in our district and they all chided me for being late and told me to hurry and#then i couldnât find my apron#and then the street turned into a riot with cars being targeted by rockets and pedestrians being. also hit by rockets ?#this lady and i were by each other and we were like well normally we wouldnât steal these motorbikes (they were hot pink though and swag as#hell) and then we started trying to escape but my seat was too high so i couldnât drive safely#eventually we made it to her house with a small group of my coworkers / friends#and then a coworker i really liked got targeted and killed bc of me and the killers were shouting my name and hunting me down#so i go inside this ladyâs house and itâs huge and honestly really nice#and iâm like hey do you have a toolbox PLEASE i need an alan wrench to lower the seat so i can drive safely and get away#and she was like yeah second floor#i asked which room? give me a landmark of the room so i donât search every one#and she said itâs directly on the landing you canât miss it#i go upstairs (the people hunting me in a red minivan have pulled up to her house and are suspiciously pulling all around it and backing up#and looking in the windows and i donât know if this lady would sell me out) and ITS A TOY HOUSE. ???!??? not a toolboxâŚ#so iâm searching but the people come in so iâm running through rooms and being quiet and make my way down to the basement that connects to#the garage and look desperately for a fucking alan wrench and theyâre getting closer and i go through a small closet and thereâs a trap door#and i go in there where thereâs another hidden door and i finally get to the garage#and i find a tool box and decide to write the lady a note thanking her and telling her why i left so quickly#but all the papers i find are filled with scary notes and iâm wondering why they make me so uneasy#until i realize theyâre notes that were written to Me from. a guy who really fucked me up#and one of them says âtrans hotâ and i literally go :( i donât want to be trans hotâŚ#<- specifically from him because of the issues.#and then i realize that heâs the one hunting me down to Get me (the red van was irl his familyâs car lmao)#and iâm panicking in an increasing amount and i wonât be able to get to the motorbike and escape with my coworkers and friends#and then my sibling woke me up asking if i wanted a breakfast sandwich or pancakes. so. crazy dream to have at nine in the morning#ask to tag
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