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solitablvd · 2 months ago

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Read My Mind

**Minors DNI**

chapter one

Read chapter two

Masterlist

Pairing: Demon!Javier Escuella x Female Reader

Summary: You’ve always been one who was lost in delusions of love and captivated by romance novels. One day, while exploring an antique store, you stumble upon a mysterious locket. Little do you know, this locket comes with a twist.

Warnings: NSFW, pure smut tbh, unprotected p in v, v fingering, more tags to come, female reader, brat Javier Escuella

Word Count: 2.3k

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chapter one:

As they cherished their final kiss, Jane knew that this boundless love they shared defied all limits. It was an eternal love that deserved to be honored in every way. As they walked down the aisle together, hand in hand, Jane felt her heart soar. In that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the setting sun and the promises of forever, she knew that they were entering an endless journey where their love would continue to flourish. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, united in a heavenly love. The End.

You closed the book shut and held it close to your chest in cherishment. You were always a sucker for a happy ending. You let out a warm sigh, holding your knees close to your chest as you looked out the window of your home. Your private library window held the view of the town below.

Saint Denis was beautiful this time of year. The city was full of life. Every person carried their own story. You watched as the people passed by, unbeknownst to your watchful eyes. You watched as a couple entered the nearby theater, seemingly on a date. This time you let out more of a wishful sigh as you thought about how that could one day be you.

As you were approaching the age of marriage, it seemed that ideas of love and romance followed you everywhere. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t dream of them every night. You wanted to cherish and be cherished. You weren’t sure what love felt like, but you imagined it felt like time standing completely still.

“Are you done lounging around?” A voice broke your daze.

It was your father, who stood at the doorway of the home’s library. Complaining, he continued, “You always have your head in the clouds and your nose in a book. Be a dear and go pick up the groceries for today, please.”

“Of course.” You nodded dutifully, rising from your window seat and carefully placing your book back on the shelf.

You bid your father a kind goodbye, made your way down the flight of stairs, and journeyed out into the city streets. The general store was not too far from your home, and luckily the shop owner was familiar with you. As you entered, he knew exactly what you needed for your father: a collection of different foods and items.

While he gathered everything you needed, you looked across the street through the glass pane window.

The antique shop was always intriguing to you. You had only been inside once, to search through the collection of early printed books they had. Still, it held a fascinating factor as it was filled with trinkets that carried their own narratives.

“I’ll be right back, sir.” You notified the shopkeeper, exiting the store and crossing the street to the antique shop.

The wooden floor creaked under you as you entered, feeling very different from the luxurious spaces you were accustomed to. Still, you continued, giving a kind greeting to the older man at the register. The walls were draped with framed prints of different landscapes, some that you could recognize as the Heartlands, but a few others that were from parts of the country unfamiliar to you.

The shelves were filled with all sorts of curiosities and trinkets. One shelf was full of early printed books that looked delicate to the touch. Another was full of only different, elegant candlesticks. The air felt thick with the smell of aged paper and wood. As you looked around the shelves you felt fascinated by the beautiful porcelain figurines, their soft skin feeling cold to the touch.

As you looked through the trinkets, your eyes became drawn to a small black box. The object piqued your curiosity. You lifted the item, opening it with care. The inside of the case was lined with a deep red velvet fabric on the inside that you would’ve been captivated by had your eyes not locked on to a necklace the case had been holding.

The chain was golden and detailed intricately. But what you were most drawn to was the golden locket that was adorned with an engraving of a flaming heart, an interesting design choice for a locket that was both elegant and striking. You opened the locket, expecting to find an aged photo of the previous owner. Instead, the locket protected a clouded garnet stone. Your thumb brushed over the smooth stone; it was remarkable.

Having made your decision, you closed the case and carried it to the register.

After purchasing the necklace, you went to pick up your groceries then headed back to your home. You couldn’t hold back from temptation once you arrived at your home, rushing to the washroom to try on your newest piece of jewelry. The necklace was surprisingly heavy as you lifted it up to your neck, watching yourself in the mirror as you clasped the ends. The length was perfect, allowing the detailed locket to lay on your chest divinely.

The rest of the evening passed as it did everyday. You ate dinner with your father, then read some more before finally preparing yourself for bed.

Your thin white chemise rested loosely on your shoulders as you sunk to your knees and leaned forward on your bed, folding your hands neatly to pray before bed. As you whispered your prayer, a strong gust of wind pushed your window open. You jumped slightly, doing the sign of the cross before getting up to close the window. The city below was still bustling with people.

Slipping under your white bed sheets, you leaned over and blew out the candle in your room. The only light in your room was now only the pale moonlight shining through your window. You could hear the rustling of trees outside, along with the sounds of the city that had grown comforting to you. With a deep sigh, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

In the depth of the night, a voice whispered, smokey and intimate. “Wow.”

You stirred, your eyebrows furrowing as you were unsure if the voice was part of your dream or reality.

The same voice let out a deep, low chuckle. It sounded so distant, yet so close. The sound sent shivers down your spine, forcing you awake. You sat up quickly, blinking furiously as your eyes attempted to adjust to the dark room.

On the couch near your window sat a dark figure. You could barely make out its silhouette in the darkness of your room. The figure became clearer with a snap of his fingers; fire sparked from the tip of his thumb as he brought it up to the cigarette hanging from his lips. The small flame allowed you to see more of him, his hair framing his carved features. He appeared elegant yet sinister. He paused slightly before lighting the cigarette.

“You don’t mind if I smoke in here, do you?” He spoke again. The flame reflected in his dark, piercing eyes. You remained frozen in silence, feeling disoriented by the odd encounter. He looked at you expectantly, shrugging when you continued to give no response and lighting his cigarette anyway. He took a slow drag as he continued to connect his gaze with yours.

“Who are you?” You asked wearily.

“I can be whoever you want me to be.” He replied calmly, taking another drag from his cigarette and looking up at the ceiling. You stared at him further, still seated in your spot in your bed, not daring to move.

Finally, he flicked the cigarette onto your carpeted floor. Your mouth opened to protest, but as he stepped on the cigarette it seemed to completely disappear from existence, leaving you both in complete darkness once again.

“You’ve been longing for someone.” He spoke in an alluring tone, walking closer to your bedside. Your heart rate quickened as the distance between the two of you dwindled until he was standing right beside you. Getting a better look at him, you could see that he was wearing all black, with the tips of his boots providing the only pop of color in the form of a reflective gold.

His hand reached out to grasp your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. His touch was surprisingly warm as if he was radiating his own heat. You gulped as you allowed his hand to guide your gaze, looking up to meet his. He looked at your features carefully, seemingly examining you.

“Untouched paradise,” He muttered almost inaudibly.

As he held your chin you could not deny the attraction you felt to the mysterious man. He had a hauntingly alluring energy, completely drawing you in. You felt a newfound sensation of want growing within you. He smirked at you slightly, making your eyes flicker down to his lips.

He moved his thumb to now rest against your bottom lip, brushing it lightly before delicately pulling your lip down. Your breathing hitched as his thumb slowly entered your mouth. You opened your mouth ever so slightly to let him in. His other hand made its way to snake around your neck, not putting any pressure, but holding you in place as he moved his thumb slowly in and out your mouth. You allowed your lips to tighten around him, sucking slightly.

“There you go,” He whispered deeply, focusing his gaze on your lips as they continued to move around his thumb.

He took a deep breath, moving his hand to run through your hair, “Lay back.”

You did as he said: laying back slowly and keeping your eyes on him. You felt a strong tension growing. Your head hit your pillow and you looked up to the ceiling with a heavy breath. The bed shifted slightly with his weight as he sat beside you.

You gasped lightly as you felt his hand trail up your thigh, reaching for your undergarments. He pinched the hem with his fingers and slid them down your body. The pulsing sensation was new to you, and was driving you to the point of desperation.

His hand caressed your waist as the other pushed your raised knees apart. He used his fingers to tease you slightly, rubbing you in small circles. His touch made you tense slightly as you had never experienced anything like this before.

“Relax.” He whispered encouragingly. You nodded, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. He collected your slick on his finger before slowly inserting it into you. You let out another gasp as he curled his finger in you, working his finger to slowly massage you.

As he slowly inserted another finger into you, you let out a louder gasp, clenching around him while he began to move his fingers at a curated pace. His fingers stretched you slowly. Your hands gripped on the pillow underneath your head, letting the moans leave your mouth as you bucked your hips against his touch.

He chuckled lowly as he slipped his fingers out of you, seemingly enjoying your growing desperation. He brought them up to his mouth to taste you. You watched as he seductively sucked your slick off his fingers, maintaining eye contact with you as he did so. When he was finished, he gave you a quick wink before shifting to get in between your legs.

He placed his hands on either side of you, keeping himself lifted above you. You hadn’t even noticed that his clothes had now vanished completely, leaving him undone on top of you. He pushed your chemise up past your raised knees.

You let your hands rest on his toned biceps, biting back your moan as he slowly pushed himself into you. He was a lot bigger than his fingers. You gripped him tightly and winced slightly as he finally fit all of himself into you.

“You okay?” He asked. Through your tremble, you nodded at him.

He remained still for a moment, seemingly letting you get comfortable with the new sensation before he began to move at an achingly slow pace. You couldn’t hold back the small gasps that escaped your lips with every slow thrust of his hips. His grip on your bed sheets tightened as he began to move a little quicker, keeping his gaze low as you squirmed below him with pleasure.

The pooling in your lower stomach began to grow as your moans became incoherent, your fingernails digging into his arms desperately. He groaned above you, still keeping his gaze low as you threw your head back and moaned in pleasure.

Your back arched as you came undone beneath him with a twitch. His thrusts became overwhelmingly quick as you continued to tremble below him, your hands traveling up to wrap around his neck. You felt him tense inside of you with a deep groan. He pulled out of you quickly, coming on your lower abdomen. He breathed heavily above you, his head hanging low.

Your breathing matched his; your eyes traveling up to his as his gaze finally met yours. Your eyes connected only for a moment before he pushed himself off of you, standing up beside your bed as you continued to lay there breathlessly. With a snap of his fingers his clothes had completely reappeared, and with another snap, the mess on your stomach was completely gone.

“Well,” He began, adjusting his collar, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“What?” You questioned.

He took another cigarette out of thin air, lighting it with his thumb, “You’ll see. Get some rest.”

He began to walk off towards your window. Your eyelids grew heavy, you tried to fight back the sleep to see where he would go, but you felt the wave of sleep takeover you and within seconds you had fallen into a deep slumber.

#javier escuella x reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #javierxreader #javier escuella #smut #p in v sex

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kissingkiszka · 6 months ago

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Mother’s Day - dad!Josh Kiszka x Reader

Happy (late) mother’s day! Here’s some dad!Josh for you :p

Words: 900+

Summary: it’s your first Mother’s Day as a mom and Josh wants to make it as special as possible.

CW: MDNI, 18+, dad!josh, fluff, talks of pregnancy, kids, cheesiness, I think that’s it idk?

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Josh knew he had to make your first Mothers Day as a mother extra special. After giving birth to your twin daughters, Sunny and Celeste, only six months ago, Josh has made it his main mission to be the best dad in the entire world, and he has since accomplished that.

You still recall the day you told Josh you were expecting like it was yesterday. You can imagine those two pink lines in your head as vivid as they were the day you first saw them.

…

“Josh?” You called out to your husband who just got home from a long day at the recording studio.

“Yes, my love?”

“I have a surprise for you.” Your lips tipped up into a smile.

“A surprise? Sweetheart, you know I’m no good with surprises.”

“Trust me, you’ll love this one.”

And without another word, you were racing into the other room to pick up a small gift box you had prepared for him.

Your heart raced as you placed the small box into his clutch, watching as he unwrapped the very neatly tied white bow at the top.

As he slid the lid off, your stomach turned into a knot. You watched as Josh’s face contorted into a smile.

“Baby…what is this?” He says, picking up the test. He knows damn well what it is, he’s just In disbelief. “Are you serious? Are you really-”

“Yes!” You smiled through sobs. Josh wiped away a few tears from his eyes, before picking up the light yellow onesie which suns and stars scattered all over.

You knew while you were living it that this would be a moment that would be forever remembered. You launched yourself at him. He engulfed you in the biggest embrace you had ever felt. You loved Josh and your new family so much.

…

and then there was the time you found out it wasn’t just one baby…

…

“That’s Baby A…” the sweet doctor read off, showing you your baby that was no bigger than an olive.

“Baby A?” Josh asked, sounding confused.

The young woman replied with a nod. “Congratulations! There’s two.!”

Your jaw dropped in shock. More tears continued to roll down your face. You knew twins had a chance of being genetic but never imagined it would happen to you.

“Twins? You gotta be joking.” Josh laughed. “Ah, I should’ve known!”

You and Josh cried tears of happiness the entire way home.

…

“Sunshine, what do you wanna pick out for mama?” Josh spoke softly to Sunny, who was close to falling asleep in her stroller.

The grocery store aisle was filled with flowers and other items marketed towards Mothers Day. Going to the grocery store was usually a thing all of you would do together, but luckily Josh convinced you to stay home this time around.

Although Josh had always provided you with the most thoughtful gifts no matter the holiday, he knew he had to step it up this time around.

As he scanned the shelves, he heard Celeste cooing in the stroller.

“Yeah? You like this one?” His hand hovered over a bouquet with the most colorful flowers he had ever seen. “Mama will love it too. Great job Estie.”

With that, he picked up the bouquet and placed it in the shopping basket. He took a few more steps to the card aisle, scanning his finger over the Mother’s Day cards. He picked up a light pink card with hearts and tomatoes that read “momma, I love you from my head tomatoes.” On it.

“This one will be from…Sunny…and…” he continued, grazing his finger along the card display. He landed on another card with a bee hive and some bumble bees on it that read ‘Happy Mother’s Day to a bee-utiful mom!’ On it. “This one will be from Celeste. Alright! Now that that’s covered-”

He swiftly made his way around the rest of the store, picking up other items like orange juice and pancake mix to make you the most special breakfast.

He also swung by the craft store and got a few supplies to make another very sentimental gift he knew you would forever cherish.

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The very next day, you were awoken by the smell of your favorite breakfast cooking in the kitchen. Chocolate chip pancakes.

Before you could even attempt to get out of bed, you hear Josh’s footsteps padding across the wooden floors.

“Hi mama!” He smiles, entering the room holding Sunny and Celeste in each arm. “Our Sunshine and Estie wanted to say hello!”

He holds out the twins and places them delicately on the bed sheets. He places a soft kiss to your lips.

“We have some gifts for you. Happy Mother’s Day my love.”

“Thank you baby.” You whisper back as Josh pulls out a small gift bag and a vase filled with a vibrant and colorful bouquet from inside his closet.

You open the gift bag to see three separate cards, one from Sunny, one from Estie, and one from Josh himself. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst from happiness. You open all the cards, all three have Josh’s handwriting, obviously. He is such a sweetheart and you couldn’t have married anyone better. The messages he wrote in all of them were something that you could only have imagined you’d receive someday. Putting your hand back into the gift bag, you pull out a canvas with two foot prints on it, one foot for Sunny and one foot for Celeste.

Underneath the foot prints are the words ‘Sunny and Celeste ❤️ Mama’ in cursive writing.

Tears begin to well in your eyes, Josh racing to wipe them off.

“I love it.” You blurt out, trying not to say anymore or else the tears will keep coming.

“We love you.” Josh spoke, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

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jacevelaryonswife · 1 year ago

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Do you need help, neighbor?

Tom Bennett was a problem you should avoid, but why was he everything you thought?

∴pairing: Tom Bennett x Fem!Reader

∴warnings and a note: kissing and flirting, also, english is not my first language. This story is a continuation of “Do you need help, ma’am?”, but I tried to make it understandable without having to read the previous part. 2,8k of words.

part one | other characters from ewanverse

It had been a short time since you moved to Manchester. Your house was nothing chic or modern, but the neighborhood was well located and quiet, everything a young woman needed. You didn’t used to leave the house much besides work and grocery store, worried about not generating rumors about your life to others, especially because you’re a woman who lived alone, without parents, husband and children. What could be worse than becoming a reason for lies and gossip?

There were worse things than that in fact, such as experiencing the war that was currently taking place, it was terribly scary for you to imagine a sudden Nazi invasion, but if it was already horrible just to think about it, imagine being present in all horror? You felt sorry for your neighbor Douglas Bennett for dealing with the constant fear of losing his youngest son to such brutality. He was a good man and a helpful neighbor, as was his daughter Lois, who became a good friend of yours over the weeks. Both facilitated your adaptation in the new home and were so kind.

That's why that day you decided to thank them for such generosity by making a dinner at your house. You knew that their financial condition wasn’t the most favorable, so you insisted that they didn’t worry about taking anything since your salary was enough to cover your expenses. But then, a peculiar event happened earlier, and his name was Tom Bennett.

When your sink had problems a few days ago you thought it would be fleeting, however, the insistence of the small leak in the lower siphon was starting to bother. Accordingly, you decided to turn to Mr. Douglas for help, but to your surprise, in front of his door — next to yours — was another younger Bennett, dressed as a sailor and holding a cage with a small bird. From then on, things became confusing, hot and daring. Tom Bennett not only solved the situation of your sink but also kissed you like no man had done before. He was a total menace!

You knew that this shouldn’t have happened, mainly because you were a respectful and single lady (and especially because you just met him), but all you thought about throughout the day was his lips on yours, hands running your body and sharp words in your ears. Unfortunately, you haven't stopped remembering what happened throughout the day...

"A pretty thing like you don't have a ring on your finger, were you waiting for me, ma'am?" he smiled maliciously.

While going to the local grocery store to buy some ingredients that were missing for dinner.

"What kind of thanks would you like to receive, Mr. Bennett?"

His smile wideened as he leaned his hand on the table behind you, very close to your waist. "One that only a man and a woman could do."

While cutting the onions and cooking the potatoes.

"This was surprising, miss, I didn't know you had all this," he provoked with his little side smile, hands, which were previously fixed on your hips now circled patterns around your waist. "But I would love to know more where this came from," he whispered close to his lips, returning the tightness in his body.

While going to the bathroom to pee (yes, you read this).

In fact, Tom Bennett was a problem you should avoid, but why was he everything you thought?

Fortunately Lois interrupted what could happen earlier, luckily for you Tom cooperated in the situation. If she suspected something she didn’t let it appear on her smiling face, but previously, in one of the many gossips in your kitchen, Lois commented on the reputation of her younger and rebellious brother, he was a problem boy with a good heart. And great lips and big hands too...

God, you were in trouble!

However, just as there was a chance of him appearing the opposite was also possible, and you counted on it, because it would be easier to pretend that nothing happened without him being present with that little shitty smile. You left the bread in the oven to keep it warmer while organizing some things in the living room and went up to take a relaxing bath on your day off. You put on a beautiful and modest blue dress with a pair of pearl earrings that matched your necklace, in addition to applying a little makeup to highlight your beauty (and for him to appreciate if he accompanied his family, which you hated!).

One wave of nervousness flooded your body after going down the stairs and sitting on the couch, waiting for them while pinching some cookies before dinner. Intentionally your mind wandered and began to imagine him on top of you right there, exchanging scorching kisses with each other.

Your thighs tightened for a second before the touches came from the door. It was them. You almost jumped off the couch and adjusted your dress before taking a deep breath and looking through the crack of the window to see if...

The bastard came! And I still had that damn smile!

How handsome he was... damn it!

You opened the door with a discreet smile, looking naturally at all three at the same time.

“Oh, hi! Lois, you didn't have to bother!" You said when you saw the medium lane she was holding, making room for the Bennetts to enter.

“I know, I know, but we didn't want to come with nothing and it's just a simple pie,” she smiled openly at you.

“Mr. Bennett, good night,” you greeted him with a handshake, then looking at the tallest (and most beautiful) Bennett without knowing how to greet him. Would Tom be too informal? Would Mr. Bennett be repetitive? You didn't know, so you decided to be simpler: "Hi, welcome."

“Thank you, miss,” he smirk with pout.

"Where do I leave that?" Lois asked, attracting your attention from the piece of bad path in front of you.

"In the kitchen," your voice failed a little, in the fortunately they didn’t seem to notice. You smoothed the dress before guiding them to the dining table, keeping yourself in front of and away from the sailor (who wore a gray sweater and pants in the same tone).

“The smell is amazing! Did you make bread?" She asked excitedly.

"Yes I did, I hope you like it." You put the soup pot in the center of the table along with the bread pan, without realizing that the moment you bowed over the stove your rebellious neighbor looked at your ass covered by the dress. A lovely and seductive little thing, according to him.

“It's nothing compared to what you did for me at that time, but thank you,” you looked between Douglas and Lois, sitting at the table after distributing the dishes and cutlery.

"Oh, it's not for that much!" She said before guiding you in a quick prayer. “Amen,” he echoed in unison.

And then, you felt a soft smoothing on your leg with a firm material like a shoe. On the other side of the table, right in front of you, he was with a cheeky and discreet smile. Bloody hell! Would be a long night.

“So, you have already met,” Douglas said to you and your son with a pleasant face.

Before Tom could reveal anything, you anticipated his answer. "Yes, he fixed my sink earlier, he was very kind."

“I'm sure so,” the eldest replied as he looked at his son, seeing his fun feature. So far the most feared Bennett was in a comfortable silence, but he decided to change things (to your concern).

“It's a sin to deny help to a beautiful lady,” he brushed your leg again under the table.

“Oh!” That's all you sketched in false animation.

"Don't mind him, Tom is very talkative, I don't know how you didn't get tired," Lois said, "and by the way, the soup is delicious."

Your response and that of the sailor were synchronized:

“Thank you!”

“Hm, I think she appreciated my company much more than you think,” he smirk.

You wanted to melt into the chair with what Douglas and Lois could think about the statement, so you pushed his leg away when he tried to reach yours again and countered: "he's pretty funny," you kicked him lightly.

Luckily for you, the silence that followed while you ate was quite comfortable, but not long lasting. A few minutes later Lois was responsible for being the magnet that brought things together. “So, how is the job with Mrs. William?”

“Good, it's close to home and the payment is good,” you replied.

“Do you work there? With the father or the son?" Tom asked, obviously curious.

It was a small accounting office run by a family, fortunately they needed extra help and ended up hiring you, but that was before you moved, which made it easier for you to get around.

“With both of them, actually, and Lisa,” you replied.

Taking advantage of the brief distraction of his family, Tom moved his lips in a dirty phrase without sound towards you: "naughty girl,"

When did your kitchen get so hot?

You hated being affected so easily by him, but how to resist those blue eyes and perfectly outlined pink mouth? What about his beautiful face and thin arms and attractive height? And the most aggravating thing: that damn uniform of before.

Another comfortable silence was established, luckily for you. Douglas and Lois spoke a few words about the bread and soup before starting a pleasant conversation about general matters. It was good to get together and entertain yourself with them — something that was needed when living alone.

Until a question made everything change.

“May I use the bathroom?” Tom asked.

"Of course, it's upstairs, but there's a problem with the door and sometimes it ends up getting stuck, if you need help just call," you said.

“Oh he knows, we were talking about the time I got stuck here the week before last,” Lois commented casually, being more revealing than Tom and you could expect.

It went unnoticed at the moment, but when a call upstairs was heard following a "I'm stuck", you were forced to go to it.

"Don't worry, I'll go there."

Poor summer child.

Going up the stairs and stopping in front of the door, you thought how comical it was for him to need your help and decided to play a little about it. “Do you need help, neighbor?”

"I think so, "He replied and you almost swore to see his little smile through the door. "Are you alone?" He asked.

“Yes?”

And so, the door magically opened, just so that your body was pulled into the small and humid room by Tom. An almost scream escaped from your throat when because of the action, your eyes more open. "What are you doing?"

"Is this all for me, miss? I liked it a lot," he smirk seductively, holding your hips and holding you against the door.

"No!" You lied out of breath, holding his shoulders. Ugh, he was so tall and handsome!

"And who is it for? My father? Aren't you too young for him? It will be strange to call you stepmother,” he provoked, making his brow frown with the thought.

"This is not funny! Let me go! Your family is below us,” you tried to keep your voice down.

But the bastard hadn't finished with you yet. The thought of being stuck against the door with his big hands on your hips was dangerous and exciting, and totally welcome at another time, but not now.

"I know, but I couldn't stop thinking about you all day, about your smell, your pretty face, your soft mouth. I know you feel the same way, doll."

He came even closer to you, hovering over your lips with your confident and attractive posture.

“You’re quite convinced, Mr. Bennett,” you murmured, determined to contradict him (well, only vocally).

"And you like that," and then he kissed you sensually, without haste or speed, containing his hands from going down to your ass. Obviously you melted in his arms and returned the slow and demanding movement of the lips, holding around his neck. You wanted this so much. You loved to hate the confidence that Tom exhaled, but what if he was like that with everyone? He had just returned from a horror show, what if he regretted it? What if he didn't want anything serious? You didn't want to be used or badly spoken!

“Stop! We can't do that!" You pushed him away scared and almost ran out of the bathroom, thinking you had left him behind.

"Why? What happened? Didn't you like it?" He murmured right behind you. "Do you have anyone?"

"No!" Before he could ask more, you anticipated back to the table.

Fortunately, your breathing more accelerated than normal went unnoticed by your neighbors who dined calmly. Tom didn't bother you again, but he was restless about what could have happened, it was noticeable. When the pie was broken, you praised Lois' culinary skills and she just said she was the family's favorite, especially Tom's. You asked for the damn recipe — not because of him, but in case things went forward...

And yes, he wasn’t a man who gave up easily, especially a pretty little thing like you, so after his sister and you washed the dishes and everyone got together to talk on the couch, he made a point of sitting next to you. He wanted to be seen by you. It was inevitable that the matter was directed to war, since not only him but Lois was in direct (in the case of himself) and indirect contact with the conflict. He didn't want to keep reliving that in his mind, he just needed a good moment of comfort in the arms of a beautiful woman. You weren't married and certainly found him attractive, so what was the problem?

Tom would do everything to find out why; so, late at night when his father and sister were further ahead on the sidewalk, he touched his pocket and pretended to miss the lighter he was carrying with him.

“I can look for it,” you calmly suggested.

To his surprise, Lois' attitude was favorable to the situation, however, it made him wonder if she would be suspicious of something. “Let's go in dad, it's cold out here,” she said, opening the door of the house next door, their house.

And then, you allowed him to enter again, but remained on your back all the time. There were two options he could venture into, the first: circle your hip and flirt with you until he was embarrassed and shy, which was a delicious sight. The second, a more mature attitude than he used to have, was properly chosen.

“I would like to apologize for what happened before, if I did something you didn't like or wanted, it wasn't my intention,” he said carefully.

“Thank you.”

"... I just wanted to know what happened in the bathroom. Do you have someone or just didn't like the kiss?" He insisted.

"It's not that," you turned to face him, "I'm a single woman, Tom, without a husband or relatives, and I'm new here! I don't need people to say things about me."

"Who cares what the others will say?" He asked.

“I do! I care about it and I don't want a reputation that doesn't fit me. It's not appropriate, and we just got to know each other." You justified it. "You're very handsome and confident, annoyingly confident, but we can't do that, I don't want to have my feelings hurt."

"Do you think I would tell someone?" He asked even more seriously than before.

"I don't know, I don't know you."

"What if you know it? What if I am nothing less than a gentleman who will invite you to dinner without ulterior motives? What if I want to meet my beautiful neighbor properly?"

Your surprised look was quite expressive when you heard his question, breathing a little deeper than before. Would you believe his intentions?

"Do you want to get to know me or is it just a way to make me give in?" You asked.

"You’re tough in the fall, I truly appreciate it in a woman," he joked, sending a look full of flirtation (it was inevitable). "Let's do the following, go meet me and draw your conclusions, nothing will happen as long as you don't want to and I promise that whoever says something about your reputation will take some soups. What do you say?"

And then his mouth opened before closing again. "Only if you behave properly."

Oh boy, you wouldn't regret it. "It's a deal, miss."

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 10 months ago

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Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series Chapter 2

Summary: Jungkook comes over and makes dinner for a very sleepy Luna Pairing: Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 5.9k~ Warnings: No real warning since I don't wanna spoil it 🤭 Start from the beginning

Trudging down the hall I punch in the access code and open the door to my apartment. I take my shoes off, set my stuff down, throw myself on my bed and scream into my pillow letting out all of the pent up anger and frustration I'm left with as a result of my shift today.

I flip over onto my back after letting out a heavy sigh and stare up at the ceiling, "There's no way there are that many stupid fucking people in this city" I say aloud. From drunks, pda obsessed teenagers, to perverts and really anything in between that can be labeled as a nuisance, I've dealt with. And that just in one day.

"I really need to get a new job" I huff rubbing my eyes, not minding the fact that I still have makeup on and sit up. Letting out another sigh I walk over to the kitchen to start making dinner. Or more like a late night snack at this point since it's already midnight. I still can't believe uncle made me stay this late, I guess it's just further punishment for being late today.

Looking inside my fridge I see that I have absolutely nothing to eat, "Great". I should've just picked something up at the store before I came home but I was too tired to even think about staying there another second. Picking up my phone to figure out what stores might be open at this hour I end up being interrupted by a FaceTime call.

"Hey Kook" I mumble, "Hey! What's wrong?" he asks, going from his smiling face to a concerned one. "Nothing really, just tired is all. I was thinking about walking over to the corner store near me to grab something for dinner real quick since I forgot to go grocery shopping the other day." I admit.

"This late? No, you stay home I'm coming over" he says getting up to grab his stuff. "No it's fine don't worry I'll figure something out" I say touched by his offer but feeling guilty at the same time. "Nope I don't care I'm coming over, any special requests?" he asks, picking the phone back up after putting his jacket on.

"You can pick" I say, happy at the thought of spending some time together. "Okay, can I spend the night?" he questions looking around his room for what I can only assume is his wallet.

"Do you even have to ask?" I chuckle, shaking my head. "I'm just checking" he laughs "I'll be there soon okay?". "Thank you, you're a lifesaver!" I breath out, feeling bless to have someone like him in my life. "Anything for you" he says and quickly ends the call. Smiling at his sentiment I turn my phone off and start getting ready for bed, it's just him so I don't feel the need to get dressed in anything other than comfortable clothes.

I decide to take a quick shower as well to hopefully get rid of all the tension and irritation I still have built up in my body from all of the madness today. Luckily tomorrow I have the day off so I don't have to worry about going back there until the weekend. Although I'm working long shifts, at least I get to hang out with Jungkook again later on.

I hear the door to my apartment open and close signaling his arrival, "Luna?" he calls out, trying to find me. "I'm in the shower, I'll be out in a sec" I yell hoping he can hear me over the running water. "Okay" he shouts back. I rush to finish up and walk out while still drying my hair with a towel, the atmosphere feeling so much lighter with him around.

"You really didn't have to do this for me" I say walking over to him. "It's okay I wanted to, plus you looked tired so I didn't want you to have to worry about going out" he responds, bringing me in for a hug. He lets go after a while and nods towards the bathroom.

"But I wanna eat first" I say pouting. "I don't care, go dry your hair. It's cold and I don't want you to be shivering all night because you're 'too lazy' to do it after we eat. Plus, I just brought some soup so it'll be easy to reheat. Now go!" he says raising his voice a bit at the end in an authoritative but playful manner. I roll my eyes and make my way back into the bathroom to do as he says not without protest again.

By the time I'm finished he has everything set out, ready and waiting for me. I look up at him in astonishment realizing he actually bought all the ingredients to make the soup and not just take out.

"What's this? I thought you were just gonna pick up something quick, you didn't have to do all of this" I say, looking over all that he's brought. "I wanted to get you a few more things as well so it just seemed easier to do it this way" he says putting in the final ingredients and cutting the heat.

He brings the pot over to the table and makes sure to place a hot plate underneath before setting it down and then stands back up looking over at my shocked expression with an amused smile.

"So are you gonna sit down or what?" he teases. I roll my eyes as a result and sit down, him following after grabbing a bottle of soju. I glance up at him surprised yet again, "Looked like you needed it" he says, yet again amused with my reaction. "You know me so well" I say smiling back at him.

After we finish eating we move over to the couch and he decides to get down to business, "Okay what's wrong?" I look up at him confused as to where this is coming from. "What do you mean?" I question, genuinely confused. "You just look like you're hiding something. Like you're more on edge these days" he explains.

The fact that he can clock these things about me before I even start to realize it is sometimes scary. Looking back I seem to realize that there has been a lot on my mind lately.

"If there's something you need help with or if you want someone to talk to you know I'm here right?" he reassures me.

"I didn't really realize that something might be wrong until you just mentioned it. I guess I've been subconsciously avoiding it" I start trying to sort through the many things that might be contributing to my change in demeanor. "And what would that be?" he questions, encouraging me to continue.

"I would say mainly money. I've been thinking about getting a new job or even just working two jobs because of how expensive things are with me living on my own. I'm already tired as is so juggling two job is just too much to think about let alone actually go through with. Just when I think I'm getting ahead and feeling like I could survive off of one, something goes wrong" I say verbally processing it all.

"What's been going wrong? Is it your brother?" he questions, placing his hand on top of my knee. "No he's fine. Well, he's stable for the moment so that's all I could ask for right now. It's just, I don't know, I'm starting to slack off at work these days and I've been showing up late almost every other day and the only reason I still have this job is because my uncle is the owner" I say, hating that I have to admit this to him.

"I just can't find the motivation to get up and get out of bed most days. Even when I do wake up on time I'm still dragging my feet until I'm out the door. Then as soon as I step outside the panic starts to settle in and I'm stressing trying to get there on time, knowing damn well I'll be late anyways" I continue and take a deep breath before continuing.

"When I finally get there I'm anxious so it makes it difficult to focus and then I get in trouble on top of that and, I don't know. It's just been really difficult for me to stay afloat in all aspects of my life if I'm being honest" I let out.

He pulls me closer and rests my head on his chest and I wrap my arms around his torso. "That's a lot. Do you how long you've been feeling like this?" he asks while rubbing my back, keeping his emotions level in an effort to keep me calm.

"I guess I just never had the time to really stop and think about it. I mean I would've told you sooner but we've both got our own lives and struggles that we have to deal with. I don't have as many opportunities to spend time with you so when I do, I don't want to put a damper on the mood. I wanna have fun when we're together so it would make me feel selfish if I was to take away from that" I say feeling sad at the realization.

"We made a promise to not grow apart and still be there for one another remember? We promised to tell each other everything" he argues. I pull away a bit to look up at him "But that was when we were kids and we practically saw each other everyday. We had plenty of time together so I didn't feel bad telling you when I was sad or stressed or angry or anything because it would almost feel weird not to" I explain.

"I don't care about any of that" he says leaning towards me to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "All I care about is you. You're my best friend and I want to be there for you, especially in those moments when you need someone to lean on. It's okay to ask for help, you don't have to be so strong all the time. Sometimes you need to feel weak and I want to be that person you can come to when you feel like that" he says cupping my face.

I close my eyes and lean into his touch, I start to feel tears welling up in my eyes so I go back to resting my head on his chest in an effort to hide them. "Thank you" I say, "For what?" he laughs. "For being my best friend. I just, I don't know what I'd do without you" I say bringing myself closer to him.

"I don't know what I would do without you either. I need you to tell me when you're feeling like this okay?" he urges, "Okay" I agree, nodding into his chest. "Promise?" he says holding up his pinky finger. "Promise" I say as I wrap mine around his.

"So what do you wanna do now?" I ask standing up and going to grab some more soju in an effort to break the ice and change the subject. "I don't mind, I'm here for you so whatever you wanna do is fine by me" he says.

"Norebang?" I say with a smile on my face. "Norebang" he says smiling back. We spend the rest of the night singing, dancing and drinking in my apartment, helping me escape from reality for just a little bit. When I'm with him, it just feels like the rest of the world just fades away, like nothing else matters. It's just me and him against the world.

Once the last song plays we decide to sit down and take a breather while I start scouring the list to find the next one. "Luna" he says trying to get my attention. "Hm" is all I say in response still too focused on the task at hand. "I'm really glad I came" he admits while looking towards me with a fond smile. "Me too" I say mirroring his sentiment, taking my eyes off the screen.

While I'm still looking over at him I can't help but see his eyes dart down to look at my lips and in turn I decide to glance down at his as well not knowing what kind of urge this might spark in him. He scoots closer to me and I can't help but widen my eyes in response.

He settles next to me and I start to feel my heart rate pick up. He leans in and I shut my eyes, anxious as to what might happen but all I feel next is the remote being snatched out of my hand. I open my eyes realizing what just happened and reach out to take it back.

"Hey! You said that I could pick the next song" I protest leaning up against him trying to grab it back as he stretches his arm out, making the remote out of my reach. "I changed my mind" he teases laughing at my effort. I in turn end up climbing onto his lap still trying to reach for the remote not really paying attention to what I'm doing and just focusing on my goal.

Then in a blink of an eye I find my back against the couch and Jungkook hovering over me. I can't help but feel confused with what his motive might be. "What are you doing?" I say feeling breathless. He looks down at me with a strong resolve and a mixed set of emotions hiding in his expression but I can't quite tell what it is.

I let my eyes wander, admiring each of his features. His rounded slightly hooded eyes, his strong brows, furrowed to match his intense gaze, his eyebrow piercing that he got over the summer, I never really liked them on guys but for some reason I can't help but think that it suits him well.

Wandering down from there I take a second to glance at his scar which although he hates I can't help but adore since it's something that he's had since I met him and I wouldn't want to change a single thing about him.

Ultimately my eyes wander and settle on his soft cupids bow, he hates how small his top lip looks but I think it's adorable and balances out with his full bottom lip but I tease him about it anyways and I end with staring at his lip rings for a second. Realizing moments later that we've been in this position for a while, I feel dumbfounded, not really know what to say or if I should say anything.

I glance up finally making eye contact with him again after taking in the view from his close proximity and I continue to let my question linger.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks barely above a whisper. "I- what" I say feeling surprised by the request. "I said, can I kiss you?" he chuckles, repeating his question. "Why would you want to kiss me?" I question back. "I don't know, I just want to kiss you" he says settling on that explanation and not really wanting to elaborate on the subject further.

I hesitate for a moment still not fully understanding how this happening and seeing my hesitation he backs off, giving me space to breathe, "It's okay just, just forget I said anything".

Regaining a bit more awareness as to what just happened I sit up with a still perplexed expression and prod further. "No Jungkook why did you do that?" I say determined to get an answer. "I just, I don't know I've just been thinking about kissing you for a while and I wanted to see if you would let me" he says, looking down at his hands. Looking almost too embarrassed to meet my gaze.

"But I'm your best friend, why would you wanna kiss me?" I say still not satisfied with his explanation. "Haven't you ever been curious about what it might be like to kiss me?" he questions finally looking up at me. "I-" I start not really knowing how to answer.

"It's okay you don't have to answer that" he says backing off the subject. "Well-" I start off after a period of silence. I can see his interest peek a bit hearing that I don't necessarily want to drop the subject.

"It's just we're best friends right? So best friends shouldn't think about each other that way" I can see him start to wilt a bit, excitement starting to dwindle. "But I would be lying if I said I haven't thought about it before..." I say letting my voice get softer with each word.

"So, would it be okay if I kiss you?" he questions trying to test the waters again. "But what would that mean for us?" I question not wanting to have a misunderstanding after the fact. "It doesn't necessarily have to mean anything. Unless you want it to" he finishes letting his voice trail off at the end.

My heart starts beating faster and I feel apprehensive, still not sure if it's a good idea. One kiss won't hurt though, right? I think about it for a few more seconds before I respond "One kiss?". "One kiss" he responds. I then nod my head in approval and wait for him to make the next move. It was his idea so I want to see how he goes about carrying it out.

He turns towards me and studies my face making sure that I'm still okay with it. Once he sees that I haven't tried to back away he brings his hand up to cup the side of my face. I freeze a bit at the contact not really realizing the fact that this action is far more intimate than I had initially thought as he had done it so many times before.

He takes his time and caresses my face looking at me with a kind of love that goes far beyond friendship. It scares me but at the same time I can't bring myself to look away. He looks down at my lips again seeing that I am unconsciously biting them, a habit of mine that he has grown to love.

Leaning in he stops right before our noses touch and places his thumb on my bottom lip coaxing me to let it go and pushes his thumb between them in an effort to keep them apart. "Keep your mouth open for me okay?" he says in a deep tone that I have never heard from him before and I can't help but widen my eyes in shock at his request which in turn makes me widen my mouth even more. "Perfect" is all he says before placing his lips on mine.

It starts out slow and sweet, he feels how tense I am and takes that into account, leading the kiss and easing me into it. I unconsciously bring my hand up and place it on his chest trying to ground myself and I loosen up with every movement of our lips.

He decides to deepen the kiss and I can feel him start to incorporate his tongue. I decided to let him do just that curious, as to what it might feel like. The kiss has been gentle so far so I can't help but want to see where it goes seeing that he wants more.

He uses his tongue for a while and I can feel him retreat a bit almost coaxing me to use mine as well. I in turn follow his silent request and I get a new set of butterflies settling in my stomach. It takes a turn and gets a bit more intense when he guides me down into our previous position.

Tilting his head to the side he gets a bit more needy, wanting to switch up the pace. I start to feel a bit breathless and push back on his chest a bit to get his attention. He pull away and looks down at me in a questioning manner. "One kiss" is all I say and I can see him feel a bit disappointed but ultimately responds "One kiss". He sits up and I follow him and scoot back creating a bit more distance between us.

After catching our breath for a bit I start to speak. "That was..." I say trailing off, not really knowing what to say. "Yeah" is all he says in response. He suddenly stands up and mumbles that he's going to the bathroom and gives me no time to respond before he goes through my bedroom and into the bathroom.

I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding the second he closes the door. 'What was that? Why- why did I let him kiss me? Why did I let him kiss me like that? He said one kiss so why did I let it continue?' All of these questions start circling my brain but I push away the ones that would tell me all the emotions it had brought on. Taking a few deep breaths I try to calm myself down and bring my heart rate back to normal.

He spends quite a while in there before I hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on. Once he comes out I notice how red and swollen his lips have become. Even his small upper lip seems a bit bigger now. Did I really kiss him that hard? Coming and sitting on the couch next to me he doesn't make an effort to say anything. We sit there for a second and I don't really know what to do now or where to go from here.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" he asks while grabbing the remote. "A movie sounds great" I rush to respond. "Okay great" he says turning on a movie that we've both seen before. Luckily he picked an action movie without any romance. I don't think watching anything to do with romance would be a smart decision right now. If anything, it would just make this whole situation seem even more awkward.

Feeling myself start to doze off a bit as the movie progresses I can't help but fall into the habit of resting my head on his lap. Once I do I feel myself start to drift off disregarding the suspenseful nature of the current scene and surrendering to the feeling.

I feel his legs tense up a bit at first contact but ultimately relaxes again after a second or two. He brings his hand up and starts tentatively running his fingers through my hair, ultimately coaxing me into a deeper slumber.

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As I watch Luna slowly fall asleep I can't help but feel glad at the fact that even though we might've seemed awkward after the kiss it seems like she still wants to go back to being normal. Seeing her fall into her habit of falling asleep in my lap just proves that fact. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed at that fact but I don't want to try and force anything on her.

Placing my arm around her back and the other under her knees I pick her up and carry her over to her bed and in the process she takes a hold of my shirt and shifts closer to me in an effort to steady herself while still half asleep making me smile.

Once I place her down on the bed I still feel her strong grip on my shirt and as I go to place my hand on hers to encourage her to let go I hear her mumble "Stay with me" in her cute sleepy voice. I can't help but smile at her neediness "Always" is all I say in response knowing that she probably can't hear me but doing so all the same. I place my hand on hers and the warmth of my palm makes her loosen up a bit so I have a chance to release her hold on me.

I look at her once again admiring her from the close proximity and decide to place a featherlight kiss on her forehead. She stirs a bit in her sleep and flips over onto her side in an effort to make herself more comfortable. I laugh at her stubbornness, grabbing my clothes and heading into to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Once I'm done I slip into bed next to her and do my best not to wake her. She ends up sensing my presence in her unconscious state all the same and rests her head on my chest and wraps her arm around my torso. Laughing at her I shake my head and bring her closer to me. "Goodnight Luna" is all I say before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Waking up the next morning I realize Luna has already gotten up and I can smell the sent of bacon and egg which coaxes me out of bed. Doing my best to stay quiet I sneak up on her and wrap my arms around her waist like I always do. I hear her take in a sharp breath as her reaction to my sudden presence.

"Good Morning" I say in her ear looking over her shoulder to see what she's doing. "Um good morning, breakfast is almost ready if you want to set the table" she says clearing her throat at the end. "Sure" is all I say in response before kissing her temple and going to do as she said.

Once everything is ready and on the table we sit down and start eating. "So what's the occasion?" I ask trying to get her attention. She's been pretty silent since I came out and I can't help but feel a bit worried.

"What do you mean? There's no special occasion" I raise my brow at her response and nod towards all the food she made. "Oh well I mean it's been a while since I made an American breakfast and you happened to bring all the ingredients so I figured I might as well make it for a change. Plus you made dinner last night so I thought it would only be fair if I-" "Luna everything looks great. Thank you" I say cutting off her incessant nervous rambling. She's cute when she gets nervous but I'll show her some mercy for right now.

"So what are your plans for today?" I ask while taking a bite of the waffles she made. "Oh nothing so far, I really haven't given it a lot of thought. This week has been pretty hectic as is so I figured I would just stay home. Do you have any plans today?" she asks reciprocating my interest.

"I think some guys from my school wanted to meet up for drinks tonight or something like that. You should come! I've been meaning to introduce you to them for a while now but we just never had the chance" I say hoping she'll take me up on my offer.

"I don't know Kook, I'm not really in the social kind of mood" I deflate a bit at her downright rejection but I understand she's been under a lot of stress lately. "Okay are you sure? I don't want you staying home alone and feeling sad all day" I say feeling a bit concerned.

"I won't be sad all day don't worry. You coming over has put me in a good mood so don't worry. I've just got some stuff to take care of here at the house and I wanted to have a self care kind of day" she responds and I can see that she needs it based off of how exhausted she seems despite just waking up.

"Okay, I believe you. Just be sure to call me if you want me to come back. I really don't mind bailing on them if you need me" I say reassuring her. Seeing how close to tears she was last night and how she's acting this morning has got me worried. I might be overreacting but I just want to make sure she'll be okay and that things won't get bad again.

"I should probably get going then so you can get started on that. I forgot I have an assignment due on Monday anyways so should probably get that out of the way before I go out tonight. Do you want me to help you clean up?" I question letting her know I have time to help her out.

"No it's okay don't worry about it. I'll be cleaning all day so I don't mind doing this as well" she declines, granting me a genuine smile. "Alright well I'm gonna go get cleaned up and then I'll head out. Do you mind if I take a shower?" I question getting up and putting my plate and cup on the counter as well as placing the juice back in the fridge.

"Yeah go ahead. You don't have to ask me stuff like that anymore Kook, my house is your house" she says laughing at me. "Hey just because you're my best friend doesn't mean that I can't be polite" I say ruffling her hair even though I know she hates it. "Tell that to Grey" she says while fixing her disheveled state. I laugh at her while walking over to her room to take that quick shower that I had mentioned before I go.

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While Jungkook is in the shower I let out a deep sigh and start cleaning up. I know I'm acting weird and I know he notices it but I'm just not sure how I should act after that kiss. I feel like it was more than just a kiss to him and I don't really know what to do with that information.

After doing the dishes I head over to my room to get changed but then remember that Jungkook's still washing up. I decide to sit in the living room and wait for him to finish, taking a break from all the work I did this morning.

I look up once he opens the door and my breath catches in my throat at the sight of him shirtless with wet hair. I've seen him like that countess times before but I can't help but feel flustered this morning.

"Luna" he calls out for me. "Huh? What?" I say snapping myself back into reality. "I asked if I could borrow your hair dryer" he says with an amused smile on his face. "Oh uh yeah it's in the cabinet under the sink" I say looking away, embarrassed that he caught me low key checking him out. "Thanks" he responds with a slight chuckle at the end before going back into the bathroom and closing the door.

"Luna wake up wake up wake up! This Jungkook we're talking about okay, stop it!" I say aloud, careful to keep it quiet enough so he won't be able to hear. I shake my head trying to get rid of the image of Jungkook shirtless and just when I think I've managed to erase it for the time being he comes out without a shirt on again.

"Hey I forgot to grab an extra shirt before I came here. Do you have one here that I could use?" he questions knowing that I steal his clothes half the time. I can't help it okay? He dresses well and we have similar styles, luckily he doesn't seem to mind it too much though.

"Yeah there's probably something in the closet" I say, looking at my phone so I don't betray myself by gawking at him again. He nods and heads over and finds his grey 'Flare Up' shirt and slips it over his head. My eyes betray me and I end up checking him out from the back watching his tiny waist disappear under the baggy shirt. Man I would kill to have a figure like that man.

"Alright I'm gonna head out, call me if you need me okay?" he says reiterating his offers from earlier. I get up to walk him out, helping him grab whatever else he might've forgotten on the way there. "Okay I will" I respond with a soft smile. "And if you change your mind the offer still stands for coming out with us tonight, just let me know and I'll come get you".

"Alright alright get going" I joke, "Don't you have an assignment to work on?" he looks puzzled for a second and then remembers the conversation we had earlier. "Yes I do! Thanks for reminding me. What would I do without you?" he says giving me a hug before bending down to put his shoes on. "Be bored and miserable?" I question laughing.

"You're probably right, but at least I wouldn't have as many headaches" he says teasing me and booping me on the nose for good measure. "Hey!" I say pouting at his teasing. "Just kidding, all the headaches in the world are worth it if I get to keep you" he says wrapping me in a big embrace again before turning to grab the handle. "Thanks?" I question confused at whether I should take that as a compliment or not.

He laughs at my dumbfounded appearance and shouts a "Love you loser" while walking down the hall "See ya weirdo" I respond, laughing at his constant carefree nature. "What am I gonna do with this man?" is all I can say to myself as I feel another swirl of emotions building up inside of me.

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𝟐 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔

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As much as I hated to admit it, I felt the tiniest bit better after the session. It was as if I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders but the tiniest speck of sand was lifted from my load. I still needed to run a few errands before it got too late. After finishing with the lady at the front desk I made my way to the glass doors. A chill attacked the warmth that settled on my skin waging a war for dominance, ultimately winning.

'Take a moment to enjoy the good in the world. It would do you good to observe any light you might find.'

That's what Mrs. Thompson had said to me. I decided to take her advice and stood at the front door observing my surroundings. Salt trucks had already been here the night before shoving all the piled-up snow into soiled brown banks. People walked down the street greeting each other like old friends. Snow fell from the sky, dusting the ugly ground in a blanket. It was almost like a mother comforting her child after a nightmare. Speaking of children, Kash was out of food and probably expected me to return home with a heap of it. For such a loving dog he was pretty demanding. Luckily on the way home there happened to be an old grocery store nearby, the owner had known my family for years.

"Hey, Jerry," I said, walking in and waving to the old man at the front counter. He was in his early 70s and was the definition of sunshine. He'd often start his stories with some flashbacks from Vietnam.

"Well hello, little (Y/N). I guess you aren't very little anymore though." He chuckled. He turned around and pulled a pack of Marlboros off the rack.

"I don't think you should be smoking these things. But I don't think I should be telling you that it just ain't my place."

"Thank you, I need to get some more stuff." He nodded and picked up the newspaper he was reading. I grabbed a basket and made my way around the store. When I arrived at the produce in the small store the bell above the door jingled.

"Welcome, are you guys just passing through?"

Out of curiosity, I glanced at the entrance to see two people, a girl who looked to be my age with fiery red hair and a yellow shirt. She stood next to a boy with black hair, who seemed just shy of 6 feet.

"Oh yeah, we're just visiting a family home. We needed a break from the city, we even brought some friends." She smiled gesturing to the parking lot.

"Shame you didn't bring them inside." He stuck a wrinkly hand out to the two of them. "I'm Jerry, Jerry Smith. Nice to meet y'all.."

"My name is April O'Neil and this is Casey Jones." April offered her hand and Casey followed suit. I turned and found refuge in the dog food aisle ignoring the rest of their conversation in favor of choosing between the beef or pork flavor. In all honesty they probably both tasted the same. I closed my eyes and threw whatever my hand landed on in the cart and made my way to the front to pay.

"till next time Jerry." He smiled in response.

When I opened the old glass door I was met with the cold winter air as it slapped me in the face. I was shocked to see a vibrant "hippie van" next to my truck. I threw the bags in the passenger side and stood on the drivers side lighting up a Marlboro. I remembered April mentioned friends when someone inside the van shuffled and began talking.

"What a babe." The statement was followed by a loud slap and a whimper as someone inside the van made a comment about 'respectin women'. I made a face and rolled my eyes, I looked like I just got done shoveling shit (which I practically did) but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. With one final drag of my cigarette I threw it to the pavement and stomped it out as April and Casey came outside with their arms full of groceries. April dumped what she had into Casey's arms and made her way over to me smiling brightly.

"I'm April." She gestured to the struggling male. "That's Casey."

"I heard," I offered simply. I stuck out a hand for her to shake. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Well, Jerry told me we are neighbors for the time being." She pulled her coat closer to her body as Casey finally got the groceries in the van. A few quiet jests could be her as he gave someone named Donnie the finger before slamming the door.

"Don't worry I won't show up at your door unannounced." I pulled out another cigarette and lit it. I offered it to April who politely declined, I took a long drag from it.

"Well, if it's alright with you," she fished around in her back pocket pulling out a cellphone. "I'd like to get your number."

"I don't have a cell phone." Her face twitched in shock but she masked it quickly with a smile. "I have a house phone though."

After giving her my number I waved bye and hopped into my truck, I pulled out of the driveway and made my way back home. I pulled into the driveway 45 minutes later after a few more stops, Kash was in the window wagging his tail excitedly. He began to bounce when I pulled the bag of food from the cabin of the truck. The snow had let up just a bit, enough though where the tracks of another vehicle were visible in the driveway. A bag was hanging on my doorknob with a note attached to it.

Hey, Dad says to give you this box to take to your new neighbors. The O'Neil girl. He insisted I give it to you, said she left it there in a rush to get outside and meet you.

That's what I figured was going to happen. I chuckled. Jerry always said I needed to socialize more. I took my groceries inside and gave Kash some food before grabbing the bag for that April girl and her weird friends.

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#northstarscorner #x reader #tmnt #tmnt x reader #donnie tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leo #tmnt 2007 #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt bayverse #bayverse tmnt #rottmnt

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saytrrose · 9 months ago

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EVALUATE I DIDNT EXPECT THAT ANSWER

All of these were told to me by my father! This answer is gonna explain the 3 times my mom tried to ☠️ me

When I was 1 year old my mother got tired of me crying and couldn’t get me to stop and she had very bad postpartum which wasn’t her fault to have but I know her actions sure are- and tried to smother me on the bed with a pillow before my dad came in and threw her off me.

When I was 3 years old my dad was in the hospital for a surgery so my mom was left to watch me and my brother at home. She invited her bestfriend over for them to smoke weed and I hadn’t eaten that day I don’t think so I wandered into the room to tell my mom and she picked up a old milk bottle off the floor and just handed it to me and I got very sick for over a week and had to go to the doctors for meds. I don’t know if this actually counts as a trying to ☠️ me? Idk I didn’t get like poisoned or anything but I got badly sick. Still sharing regardless!

Last time was when I was 8 and my mother said we were going to the grocery store so she put me in the car and and buckled me in, started the car and then left to say she needed to grab her purse inside but ended up leaving me there until I almost passed out (the garage door was closed) but luckily my grandpa noticed and pulled me out and turned off the car.

Apparently that last one, my mom just went to her room and went to sleep instead. And I didn’t realize this was a serious one to do with monoxide poisoning until I ended up telling my dad and stepmom years later 😭 I thought it was just a accident

Yeah wild stuff man!!

#about me #sometimes when I talk about how bad experiences I had were #I’m afraid it just makes people uncomfortable #so I’m censoring idk

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eddiernunson · 1 year ago

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Trapped | Eddie Munson | Epilogue

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (reader grieves Eddie)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: a lot of talk about grief.

Author's Note: I didn't think I'd get emotional while preparing this post, but boy did I. I had a lot of joy writing these characters. But, guess what? I'm not through with them! I have a prequel planned that takes place when she works at Scoops Ahoy and I have a long form sequel planned (that is very different from this but an intriguing concept nonetheless.)

I gave the story an ending that could either A) Lead you right into the sequel or B) let her story finish on a higher note.

If you enjoyed this story enough to keep reading thank you, I appreciate you.

As you close the door to your apartment behind you, tossing the keys onto the counter, the sound of the TV on in the living-room greets you. You weren’t expecting it, your roommate out of town for the week visiting family in Florida. When the bathroom door from down the hall opens and Steve Harrington walks into your line of sight everything clicks.

Steve greets you with an open smile on his face, opening his arms as you walk into them comfortably. “Don’t you have a home you don’t have to pay rent for?” You mumble, half joking.

Truth is, you weren’t looking forward to spending the night alone.

“Don’t you?” Steve shoots back as he always does.

You sigh, the polyester of the grocery store uniform shirt feeling gross against your skin. You make your way to your room, a downsized version of the one you had sitting at your parents’ house. You quickly get dressed into some pajamas as Steve waits for you on your couch. Having given him a key, you supposed you should be used to him coming and going as he pleased.

It still startled you every time, though.

You land onto the couch right next to him, watching an episode of The Golden Girls. “How was work?” He asked, and you notice one of your bags of chips right in front of him, nearly empty.

“Shitty.” You comment, snatching the bag from him. “You know, for someone with a full pantry at home you sure steal my chips a lot.” You glance into the reflective bag, only a few handfuls and some crumbs left.

“Good thing I brought more.” Steve says, gesturing to some of the grocery bags on the floor.

The same one you worked at. “When did you go to Kroger?”

“This morning before you worked.” Steve says dismissively. “Vickie asked me to pick up something for a surprise for Robin.”

Your stomach grumbles, and you get up to make some instant noodles, too tired to make anything else.

“Why was your day shitty?” He asks you tentatively. For the record, a shitty day sometimes meant your grief overwhelmed you out of nowhere while restocking shelves. Sometimes, it meant you had a panic attack in the bathroom. Sometimes a shitty day just meant shitty people. Luckily, it was the latter.

You gulp, filling the cup of noodles with water. “Uh, there some girls talking in the break room today and one of them said the uh…” you pause, you can say it, “Munson Murders.” You place it into the microwave, the beeps loud in the silence that follows.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks you, absentmindedly eating the rest of the chips.

“I’m used to them, by now.” Unfortunately, with this job came new coworkers. Some of whom believed the media when the ‘truth’ of the earthquake came out. You’ve gotten used to attempting to ignore them, but they had their moments when they got to you.

As you take the noodles out of the microwave, Steve says something, and the conversation is like clockwork. “You know a way to avoid that—” he starts.

“Don’t say it.”

“The way to avoid his name or reputation altogether—”

“Steve.” You plead with him, your mind tired.

“Is to move, yeah?”

He tells you to leave town at least once a week at this point.

“As soon as you’re able to tell me that you guys have successfully gotten rid of Vecna.” You answer him, a version of what you say to him every time.

“If—” Steve sighs, running his hand through his hair. “if you left town you wouldn’t have to be the girl with the dead boyfriend anymore. You could talk about him without any fear of someone asking his name.”

“And what, be okay with Eleven risking her life on a semi-regular basis? Nancy? Robin? You? Dustin? Mike? Lucas? Erica? Will? Jonathan? Hopper and Joyce, for Christ’s sake? You guys are out there, fighting the good fight and trying to prevent Vecna’s vision to Nancy from coming true, while I’m working at a cash register and restocking aisles every day. I’m on desk duty. Worse. You won’t even tell me what’s going on anymore.”

“Last time you convinced us you were ready you had a panic attack.” Steve emphasizes, his voice stern. “You’re clearly still affected by it.”

You look down to your right hand, the ring Dustin had managed to grab for you providing a great deal of comfort.

He relaxes into the couch, his heavy heartbeat calming down. “If the panic in your eyes when I say his name out loud has any indication, you need the distance if you want to be helpful.”

You roll your eyes to this, ignoring the gnawing feeling you’ve had for about a month that distance from Hawkins might’ve been exactly what you needed.

Problem was, it was already September of 1987 and colleges weren’t accepting any applications until the spring term. Another problem was that it’s October next month, and last October was so hard for you that you could barely recall it.

Memories of Robin, Nancy, and Steve finding you with a tear-streaked face surrounded by tissues and a tape inspired by his taste in music was playing on your stereo. You were fast asleep on your couch, polaroids you’ve been too scared to look at finally seeing daylight again.

You had cried yourself into a coma that night.

This upcoming October had you apprehensive about your tendencies to self-destruct that you’ve developed over the last seventeen months.

“Get out of Hawkins for a bit. When you can say his name, or better yet, tell a story about him without crying, you’re good to come back and help us out.” Steve tells you, rubbing your shoulder absentmindedly. “We want your help and trust me when I say I wish I could tell you about what we’ve learned but.” Steve stops suddenly, and it doesn’t need to be said.

You thank him for attempting to speak it into existence for another try but let him know you weren’t going anywhere. At least, that was the plan as you showered and made your way over to your bed that night.

The next day you had plans to go to your mom’s house to see her, a rare visit back home. You sat at the kitchen island, watching her cook as she continues to ask about your life. She really attempts to hide the fact that your life is killing her from the inside at the moment.

You weren’t going to school. You weren’t planning to, as far as she knew. No plans for the future, and she was sure if she wasn’t careful you would end up working at Kroger for over 30 years and become a shell of the girl you once were.

“Are you sure you want to stay in Hawkins?” she asks, her voice soft as she leans forward to you on her elbows against the island counter.

Usually, a resounding yes would’ve left your mouth. This time, however, you hesitate in your answer.

Something about what Steve had said finally started to get through. Truth is, you were tired of feeling like this. All of your emotions, everyone’s voices, the weight still sitting on you, pulling you down and denying you energy to even muster the want to care felt like you were stuck under water. You weren’t sure if it was your body telling you the grief had become too much to carry or if Steve had finally gotten through to you but something about yourself felt different…like you…wanted to get better.

“Where would I go?”

You knew you shouldn’t have let her talk you into this. You sit at a restaurant from down the block to your dorm, twiddling your thumbs as you wait for the person your college dorm-mate set you up with to walk in. The pictures she’s shown you were…decent. He wasn’t a bad looking dude, but you found yourself comparing him to Eddie, anyway.

Getting into college and into normalcy felt like coming up for air after being stuck underwater for so long. It felt so nice you wondered why you didn’t want to in the first place.

Grief had a hold on you that you finally managed to wring yourself out of, and now it’s just a creature on your shoulder. Sometimes the creature is loud and obnoxious, but most of the time he just sits on your shoulder swinging his legs.

Finally, someone pulls out the chair, bringing you to the present. “Hi! You must be y/n.” He says sitting without so much as a handshake.

“Hi. Nice to meet you. Mark, right?” He nods his head politely, the brown curls reflecting a shine in the overhead light. “So how do you know Nadine?” you start the awkward small talk.

Mark gets into it, describing how he met Nadine on his first tour of campus, and they just seemed to be kindred spirits. He goes on to describe how Nadine showed a picture of you to him and he begged her to set up a date for the two of you.

As this was your first date in over two years, it took a lot of convincing to get you to even consider a date.

“So, what brings you all the way to Montana State?” he asks you, starting up the conversation with some small talk.

“I needed some space.” You answer, and you knew the only reason you haven’t gone to Washington was the rainy weather it was notoriously known for.

“Shitty break up?” He asks you, and you’re nearly surprised Nadine didn’t disclose it to him already.

You take a minute to consider how to respond. “Is it considered a shitty break up when one ends up six feet under?” You ask, your hand fiddling with the black ring that found home on your right hand.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He apologizes, and it’s nice that you can tell he genuinely feels bad.

You shrug. “Honest mistake.”

The small talk continues, Mark talking about growing up in New York and why he had chosen to be a teacher instead of a doctor like his dad had planned for him. You listen to him, slowly finding comfort in his expressive story telling.

Something catches your eye and you flicker to it and you suddenly wished you hadn’t, the little demon on your shoulder now shouting in your ear obnoxiously. You attempt to blink back the tears threatened to fall and Mark falters out his story, worry invading his features. “It-it’s ok” You breathe, wiping away the one tear that succeeded.

You exhale slowly, and close your eyes, allowing yourself to sink into the memory that was triggered by the happy couple in the faraway booth sitting a little too close to one another.

An image of Eddie flashed across your face, the vague reminder of the nervousness you felt just being so close to him, and the knowledge that he wanted you to be there with him and his dimpled smile.

It’s a quick memory, but you find the more you allow yourself to think them through than push them down, the less likely you end up in a full-on meltdown.

You open your eyes again, now relaxed, and the sight of the happy couple didn’t make you want to throttle them. Progress.

Mark is staring at you, and you can’t decipher the expression on his face. You smile closed mouthed. “Sorry. If I don’t process the emotion in the moment, it just gets worse.”

“Does it have to do with—”

“Yeah.” You interrupt him, wanting to move passed it.

“You want to tell me about it?” Mark asks, and you give him a bewildered look. The fuck?

He laughs, taking a sip of his water. “You’ve been letting me talk about myself this whole time, and I’ve come here to get to know you.” He starts fiddling with his napkin. “It seems this…loss you feel is something you’re still dealing with and therefore a part of you. I want to get to know you, so tell me about it.”

You squint, afraid to give in to his bizarre request. “Isn’t talking about an ex on the first date a bit of a red flag?” You ask, and it occurs to you this is the first time you’ve ever referred to Eddie as an ex.

“On the normal occasion, yes. But this doesn’t seem normal. Tell me about it.”

You sigh, and for the first time in over 2 years, you tell a story about Eddie Munson that doesn’t end in tears.

In fact, you were laughing at his antics with Mark, remembering his dimples as he laughed and the animated movements of leading his club in another night during Hellfire.

The date with Mark does end on a good note, him still asking questions about Eddie conversationally. As he walked you back, Mark insisted he didn’t mind talking about him. “I think you needed to talk about him more than you needed a date, if I’m gonna be honest.”

You smile gratefully to him, a relief hanging on your chest. It might’ve felt crazy, but the demon on your shoulder felt smaller. “I don’t think I’m ready for dating yet.” You admit, and Mark accepts it so gracefully, you felt bad for thinking he looked like he would’ve bullied Eddie earlier in the evening.

As you close the door to your dorm room Nadine pounces on you, asking how your date went. “I think it went pretty good. It established I’m not ready to date again, yet, but Mark was so sweet it was worth it.”

Her face breaks out in a smile, ignoring what you said about not ready to date yet. “That’s so amazing! Tell me how it went!” You open your mouth to tell her when the phone rings, a personal landline for your room. Nadine answers it, closest to the phone. “Oh, yeah she’s right here.”

Nadine’s eyebrows waggle as she passes you the phone, and you know who it is before she even tells you. “Hi, Harrington.” You answer, all love in your voice.

“Hi, there, y/n.” He responds, sound of laughter in your voice. “Hows it?”

“Actually,” you put the receiver away from your phone, asking Nadine to go for a quick walk so you can tell Steve something. She nods her head quickly, leaving the room with the door closing quietly. “Sorry, I just wanted to say I had a really good night. I just got back from…from a date.” You admit out loud.

You could hear his jaw hitting the floor. “Oh shit. How-how’d it go?” Steve was failing to hide how excited the prospect of you going on a date apparently made him feel.

“It was ok…at first. We talked about him for a good first part because the moment someone decides to ask about me I have not much to say except I’m dealing with a loss that has affected every day of my life until about three months ago.” You pause, pursing your lips. “Then I saw this couple, and they looked just like me and him back at the fucking Chef’s Table on our first date and I just…” you inhale, the same feelings bubbling up to surface. “I let myself feel it, think about it, then I was ok.”

“How did he react to that?”

“Better than you would think.”

“Oh? Explain?”

“He insisted if I didn’t talk about myself then what I had gone through must’ve been enough to be who I was for a bit. Which, granted, feels reductive to amount me to my grief but he was right.”

“Damn.”

“I’m not finished. I talked about Eddie, Steve. I told him probably about six stories I haven’t thought about in years and I didn’t shed a single tear.” You find yourself tearing up right now at the mere prospect of being able to remember Eddie happily. “Mark is a good guy because he said at the end of the date, I was clearly not ready to date again but I did need to talk about him. He was right. Steve, I want to talk about Eddie again.”

“Holy shit. If I knew sending you out on a date would’ve pulled that trigger, I would’ve taken you out years ago,” he jokes.

There’s a knock on your door, Nadine wanting to know if she could come back in. You call her in and turns out she had a package. “Hey, this just came in the mail for you.”

“I actually called to talk to you about that. I found something I’ve been looking for and I sent it to you the moment I got my hands on it. Take good care of it, will ya?”

“But Steve, you haven’t even told me what it is.” You protest, holding the package delicately, noting it was compact but had some weight to it.

“You’ll know.”

He hangs up, letting the mystery of the package settle in. “What did he say?” Nadine asked, already had checked the return address from Steve.

“Just that he’s been looking for it and I’ll know when I see it.”

“Then open it!”

You shrug, following her orders, using the tab at the top of the plastic to rip it open. As soon as you pull the light blue denim out, you’re hit with a wave of emotions.

Holy shit. His vest he lent to Steve. “For your modesty.”

You hold it out in front of you, and the brown tint to it tells you Steve didn’t even wash it. You breathe it in, and a smell you have long forgotten hits your nose, and you wondered how it stayed all this time. “Smells just like him.” You mutter, giving Nadine a teary smile. “I thought I’d never be able to smell him again.”

That night, you end up exchanging funny stories from high school. The relief cascaded you as you both laid on your beds staring at the ceiling because you were finally able to tell stories about it without feeling like the earth was being ripped open. Thank God.

Spring Break was right around the corner, and as you told everyone you were coming home, most were hesitant on your decision, wondering if his death anniversary was a good time.

For once, you knew it was the right call. In fact, if the situation still seemed dire enough, you had no plans on returning to school and planned on giving Vecna the hell he deserved for wringing you through the grief that he did.

The road trip is a long one, but you had wanted to take it regardless.

Maybe you could even stop by Eddie’s grave. Visit Wayne. Whatever the occasion, you were somehow finally ready for it.

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burningspy · 4 months ago

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This is definitely NOT how I wanted to spend a Sunday (or any of my money)!

Even though it was raining, I got in my car earlier to make my usual Sunday morning grocery run. As a I started driving down the street things didn't seem too off at first, but I noticed that my engine sound a bit higher pitched than its normal relatively quiet growl. Very shortly after that, it began to hesitate as I tried to speed up. A few seconds later as I stopped at a stop sign, it decided it did not want to get back in gear.

I shut off the engine for a few minutes, then after I restarted it, I was able to at least get it to shift in to first gear as I turned around and pulled into an empty (and luckily covered) parking lot so I could at least pretend to know what I was looking for after popping the hood.

I didn't notice anything obvious; no visible leaks or anything like that. Again, I started the engine and was able to get it to shift into reverse and then first gear to try and make it home. I only got maybe 100 yards down the street before it slipped out of gear and coasted to a stop.

It was at this point when my dashboard starting flashing up big "Transmission Fault. Service Vehicle Now!" messages.

I knew what I was about to do would possibly make the situation a bit worse, but I really wanted to get my car off of the street and as close to home as possible. So, once more, I started the engine, somehow got it shift into gear and began driving back down the street. The light at the end of the street had just turned yellow, but I was able to get all the way through the intersection and coast through a parking lot towards the small side street leading to my home.

Two more attempts of shutting off the engine for a few minutes, then getting it to shift into first, and I was finally back at an open parking lot close to my apartment that a tow truck could easily get into in order to pick up my car.

Being a Sunday, there are no transmission shops open anywhere within 100 miles of me. There are also no car rental places open, either (except at the airport, but I am not going all the way out there just to rent a car).

Even though the shop is not open today, I still called a tow truck to pick up my car and drop it off there (which my insurance policy fortunately pays for). By chance, there was a tow truck driver about 15 minutes away, who just decided on a whim to work this morning.

I have already called my boss and disturbed her Sunday morning to let her know that I will not be at work tomorrow, because I still need to go back out to the transmission shop first thing in the morning to officially drop off my keys and fill out the paperwork. Then, I need to go rent a car so I can get to work everyday while the repairs are hopefully getting completed. After which, I will still need to head to the store in order to buy groceries so I don't starve this week. Which brings us back to where this entire ordeal began.

So, if anyone wants to just give me money to help pay for what will most likely be a very expensive repair, feel free to send a message. I will always gladly accept donations.

#personal #mine #car problems #expensive car problems #I am not looking forward to that bill #it will probably drain my savings #give me money #please give me money!

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luckyshotwrites · 2 years ago

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Ch. 38 // My Hold // Day 23

Contents (Warnings): Lynette's very excited for movie night, until she has a heart breaking reminder. (very light vore mentions, the feelies, a slight bit of angst and seriousness).

Wordcount: 1316 (short chapter, I know, I'm working on the next which a day will be skipped, FYI).

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(Oct. 8th, Saturday (After Festival))

There was dancing, sparkling displays, and a lot of cheer as things ended. We didn’t have to stay and clean up, though Edgar made Alexander and Drake stay. June happily volunteered with Claudia and Tila, who looked to make a competition out of it. The rest of us left.

And Viola watched over me as the rest of us were leaving.

Viola handed me the bags I gave her on the first day, all the gifts and clothes Zilla and Lev helped me pick out.

We passed many of the other places that were already closed or returned to empty lots of dirt. Looking back, I thought how crazy it’d be for all of this to soon be gone.

At the exit, there was a line. A lot of monsters were leaving, going back into their human forms. The monsters that hadn’t let the beings they ate go had to stop at a tent nearby and do that. There was a slight ruckus at the gate because one monster refused to let someone go.

I tried to pay little attention to that once we went over the gate. Sandra patted each head the best she could. She counted us like we were her little ducklings.

I tugged at my wristband, taking it off and putting it in one of the gift bags. I didn’t think I’d need it from here on out. It would stop working tomorrow anyway.

“I hope everyone enjoyed their time,” Sandra muttered as she turned her back to us. She raised her shoulders, and after a minute or two, she dropped them. The portal opened, and she went through it.

The others followed suit, talking amongst themselves. Viola gave me a happy smile and a pat, ushering me ahead.

I went through it. A sense of dread entered my body once I was back in the halls of the pizzeria. My tribulations would continue as usual tomorrow.

It was a nice break while it lasted. I thought to myself.

I said goodbye to everyone to avoid lingering and left. I checked my phone; it wasn’t even ten.

Wicks: Can’t wait for movie night! 🥰🍿 9:25 p.m.

Lynette:🍿! 9:51 p.m.

I should get us some snacks! I said happily in my head.

I stopped at the store on the way home. I brought two big bags of caramel corn and all their finest, fizzy pleasures.

When I got home, I groaned aloud. “Is someone having a party?!” Our parking zone was filled. I sighed and had to park further away. I got out, looped my lanyard around my neck, got my duffle back on my shoulder, then shopping bags in one hand and the gift bags in another.

I struggled to carry them. I closed my truck and locked it.

I walked all the way around, then squinted at the parking lot again. “Of course! Now there’s a spot!” I exclaimed to myself aloud with a giggle.

I struggled to open the glass door with my card, and luckily a sweet old lady opened it for me. I huffed up the steps with my quaking arms. I’m almost there. Come on, Lynette, you can do this! I cheered.

I banged into the door, unable to lift my arms high enough to get my key when I bent over.

I exhaled and had to release the bags like a chump. I failed the “take it all in one trip” achievement.

I unlocked the door and entered our dark apartment.

Wicks isn’t home yet? I thought to myself. I picked up the bags again. Ah, right, he usually gets home around 10:30. I put the groceries onto the counter overlooking the living room, then went into my room. I threw the duffle bag on my bed and stuffed the gifts under it. I had to sort through them later.

A devious idea entered my head. I hadn’t turned the lights on.

I could scare Wicks. I chuckled at the notion, unbagging everything and putting it onto the counter.

I was going to text him and ask if he wanted me to pick up anything from the store for a cover, but I heard someone at the door. I got closer to it, hearing his voice from the other side.

Did he bring someone with him?

I remained still, ready to shake the bags of caramel corn I held to spook him.

But his words hit me clearly when he opened the door. “I know, Charletta, but I’m afraid she’ll hate me after it.”

He flicked on the switch near the door. He dropped his keys on the table, then saw me.

I lifted up the bags with a weak smile, “surprise….”

I could hear Charletta talking through the receiver but couldn’t hear her response.

Wicks smiled half-heartedly.

“Lentils, I didn’t see your car. You got home early too-” He flicked back to the phone, “Lynette’s here. I’ll call you back later.” He hung up on her.

He rushed over and hugged me tightly. I hugged back, but the usual comforting sandalwood smell didn’t help the twist in my chest.

I tried not to dwell on his behavior during the festival. And I was so so excited to spend time with him when I got home that I forgot how I felt.

In my throat, a question rose. It struggled to leave and slowly choked me.

“I missed you, Lentils; how was it?” He asked. He pulled back, lightly holding my shoulders. I could see his aversion to the conversation he had with Charletta.

I lowered my head.

He wanted to tell me something for the past few weeks. He paused during certain subjects and avoided topics.

I pretended there wasn’t anything wrong. I always did. There were things Wicks never said to me, and I acted blissfully aware. Why can’t you tell me everything like I tell you? Now was no different. I couldn’t keep pretending with the weight of my anxiety.

The question spilled from my quivering lips, “do you not want to be roommates anymore?” I looked at his scuffed white running shoes.

The silence killed me, but he coddled me with another hug. “NO! That’s not it, Lentils!” He almost sounded offended. “You’re an awesome, loving roommate.” He pressed at the bags in my limp arms, “You even got me caramel corn. It’s my favorite…” he assured me.

“Then why-”

He broke the hug and locked eyes with me. I could see the worry clouding them. “Would you still love me if I hid something from you?”

“You’re my brother, Wicks. I’ll always love you. You know that.”

He hesitated again. He searched around as if he had lost what he was going to say, and his fingers fidgeted with the trim of his black work vest.

“I’m seeing someone.”

“You are?”

“I was afraid to tell you. I thought you’d give me this long talk about how terrible it is to date a stranger.” He continued, avoiding eye contact and moving his head from side to side with his explanation.

That’s not it, is it, Wicks… The thought squeezed my heart. You’re not going to tell me...

I pressed up a smile. “AND YOU KEPT TELLING ME SOMETHING FOR COMING HOME LATER OR THE NEXT DAY!”

Wicks turned back to me, a smile returning to his face too. “YOU CAN’T BLAME ME FOR THAT! AT LEAST I DON’T DISAPPEAR FOR A WHOLE DAY!”

“There’s been times!” I said back in less of a shout and more of a matter of fact. Our playfulness slowly returned as we walked to the kitchen.

I had no choice but to play along and hope he’d tell me.

Wicks was the most normal person in my life right now; he was the only thing I could hold onto for safety. And I couldn't lose my hold, or I'd drown.

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Thank you for reading! :D Have a gouda day! (Nonnegotiable, if you're lactose intolerant, you're about to be in a lot of pain, sorry, not sorry. Lol).

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freegancreations · 1 year ago

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20 swatches.

You can find previews in the Example Photos. :)

These Item is Unisex and can be worn by all genders.

These Items wont randomize onto random sims. It will be your Sims personal item. If you place it, they wear it. No more Stolen Outfits! :)

My Dearest Freegan Babies,

Today I’d like to tell you about one of my favorite stores that played a decent part in my life. I grew up very low income. Thrift store vouchers were how I got new clothes every year for school, and when I grew up, thrift stores were never the place to be. It was seen as a disgrace in my small town to have to do that. For me, I thought of Thrifting as a magical place. I enjoyed looking at the clothes and imagining who owned them prior and what their life was like. It allowed me access into other cultures and environments I probably wouldn’t have experienced otherwise.

When I was in middle school, a girl in my class had gotten a new coat from a Goodwill by her house. She loved that coat and couldn’t wait to show it off before first period as we lined up and waited at the doors to be let in. This was our little runway, if you will… She was so excited that she showed it off to everyone walking by until the “Upper class” girls got in line. The snottiest of them noticed the Coat and announced to everyone that she gave that to Goodwill for the poor and that it was her jacket. She pointed out a stain she made on the sleeve and shamed the girl for getting something at the Goodwill bins. She made such a scene that the poor girl broke into tears and ripped off the coat... She threw it away and didn’t wear another one until Junior Year. It may sound extreme, but for her that was what pushed her over the edge. It was heartbreaking. A few of us tried to make it better, but there was no way of reaching her. She was too far into the rabbit hole of shame.

I, too, remember feeling this way, and knew that my number would come up one day. It did, but luckily the girl who donated was much kinder. She came up to me my Sophomore year and informed me that was her favorite jacket too, but it no longer fit. She told me how happy she was that it got a good home, and we scheduled a day to go Thrifting together. It was an unexpected friendship, and it was a time I needed a friend like that.

When I turned 16, I had finally saved up enough for a shopping spree at WildCats. It was a tiny Vintage store sandwiched between two abandoned buildings at this time, but it was on one of the main strips of Downtown. I remember trying to go for about 3 months, but I kept barely missing them due to my schedule. I remember walking in and feeling at home… I felt Safe. Soft, yet strongly written music was playing on the speaker system and the owner just let me explore. I found multiple items, and asked to try them on. I was thrilled when I found a Cherry print Halter Dress from the 1970s and a Leather Jacket in the back that fit my frame perfectly. It was a men’s small, and I asked why it was in the back. She said it was from an estate sale. The man who owned it in his 20’s had passed away of old age and the family wanted to donate it. I bought it instantly, and still have/wear it today. I like to think it’s my lucky jacket.

In the side pocket, there's an intentional hole torn in it that I didn’t find until a few years later. Inside was a little grocery list, a pack of Unopened Halls Cough drops, and a Folded up “lucky” bandanna. It was stashed in the lining to be kept safe, and I didn’t know the back story but I knew it was stashed away in there with love. So I kept it there. Whenever I wear my jacket and I feel anxious, I reach out and hold that bandanna in my hands and I don’t feel as alone. It was a small gift, and a small remembrance of a man I never met, but felt weirdly close to. I remember leaving my own tiny note for the next person who may receive this jacket after I’m gone, and I hope they find it. I hope that they feel how much love was put into that jacket, how many memories had been made, and I hope they make their own.

I mention this because as I was thinking about why I make CCs and why I’m trying to painstakingly make my own meshes; I can’t help but to think of all of you… I think of how many people have come to my page and found something they loved. I think about how many little moments I have been a part of by extension, and I feel nothing but love and pride to be a small moment in your life. I hope you know how much I care about all of you, and how much I hope that my little letters, little gifts, and my time spent is a sign that you are loved, and you are thought of. I know this world is hard right now, and I know things can get really rough. I hope you find your own lucky item that brings you comfort, and until then I hope my CCs remind you that some random stranger thinks about you every day. They wish the very best for you, and you are well wanted in this world…

Find your own Wildcats, Explore, and Love like there is no tomorrow.

Best wishes my Dearest Freegans! Be Good and Do some Good out there, Ok? We’re all in this together after all. <3

-Ashley J Williams, Freegan Creations

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mythoughtsbysms · 2 years ago

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Date Plans

Do not repost this post. This is my original work.

Sunday Morning

It’s 7:00 am and you woke up to your alarm going off. The room was warmer than usual because you decided to close the window since it was raining badly the night before and didn't want water going into your room. It was foggy outside and you decided to get up and open the curtains all the way and open up the window to let some fresh air into the room.

You grabbed your phone and went into your kitchen to make yourself a honey latte since you really liked it yesterday. You made yourself peanut butter toast with some banana slices and strawberries with a couple of hard-boiled eggs. You sat down on the couch and opened up your phone to see if anyone texted you during the night. You saw a notification that Matt has texted you very late last night, you were asleep at this point.

Matt: Hey Y/N! Sorry for the late text. I wanted to make sure you are okay and say I'm sorry about the kiss tonight. I didn’t want to come off pushing or trying to rush things since we are now getting to know each other. I understand if you don't want to go on with our friendship. I want to make sure you are happy and feel respected.

Y/N: Hey Matt! I’m seeing your text now. I was asleep when you sent your text. You didn't do anything wrong! I appreciate that you wanted to make sure I felt respected. I was worried that I did something wrong. You left so quickly. Are you doing okay? Of course, I still want to be friends with you. You're really cool and sweet.

Matt: Hey. Yes, I am doing alright. I’m happy that you want to continue our friendship. I really enjoy spending my time with you. You're an amazing woman and I’m grateful to have you as my friend.

Y/N: Aww... I’m grateful that you are my friend too!

You were so happy that you both are on the same page and communicated what was going on on both sides. After you were done eating, you went and got dressed so you can run some errands. You wanted to go to Blick’s art store to purchase some Prismacolor color pencils, some Copic markers, bristol paper, and a couple sketchbooks. You also needed to stop by the store to pick up some groceries and flowers. Flowers make you happy because they are calm and feel as if they have a personality of their own. [ Your favorite flower(s) ] is/are your favorite.

Errands

While you were getting ready, you picked out an outfit. You are wearing black flare pants, a loosely fitted cream sweatshirt, a black beanie, a loosely fitted black shirt jacket, and a pair of black ankle-height UGGs. Once ready, you grab your water and stopped by the local coffee shop to get yourself a matcha latte with honey and went to go Blick’s.

While shopping at Blick’s, you were picking out some colors from the Prismacolor pencil section thinking about texting Matt to see what he is doing but decided not to because he could be busy and you didn’t want to disrupt him from his work. You went on the purchase the supplies you needed and wanted and went to the grocery store. Before you left, you wrote down what you needed because you planned on baking more treats since you and Matt ate the other ones up.

Whole Foods List:

Fruits: organic honeycrisp apple and avocado.

Vegetables: organic cucumber and baby romaine lettuce.

Pantry: 100% organic cacao powder, 100% organic cacao bar, canned pumpkin puree (2), canned refried beans (3), and organic peanut butter.

Dairy/Dairy Alternative: soy milk (2).

Misc: flowers for the kitchen table.

You got what you needed from the grocery store and walked home. Luckily, it wasn’t raining outside, so nothing got wet from the rain. When you got home, you put everything away and took care of the flowers. The flowers were [ your favorite flower ] and looked amazing on the kitchen table. I made the space look complete. Now that everything has been taken care of, you made yourself a classic peanut butter and homemade raspberry jam sandwich with some chips on the side. It’s simple but it was good. Sometimes, having something simple hits the spot, especially on a busy day.

A few hours later, you were relaxing on the couch eating a snack, and watching some [ your favorite genre of videos ] on YouTube on TV when Matt texts you.

Matt: Hey Y/N! I wanted to see how you were doing. You’ve been on my mind all day.

Y/N: Hey! I’m doing alright. I’ve run some errands earlier and now I’m watching YouTube on TV while eating a snack. What’s going on?

Matt: Cool. Nothing much just been working on some music for an upcoming single. May I ask you something?

Y/N: Oh cool! Of course, what’s up?

Matt: I know we just met and started becoming friends but, I was wondering if I can take you out to dinner sometime? I’ve been developing feelings for you and wanted to take you out but wanted to take it slowly so you didn’t feel rushed.

Y/N: Matt, I would love to go on a date with you! What date and time were you thinking?

Matt: Awesome! I was thinking before my tour starts (January 27th) since I’ll be busy with music for the next couple of weeks. How about January 20th at 5:30 pm?

Y/N: *checks calendar* Yes, that should work!

Matt: Great! See you January 20th at 5:30 pm! I’ll pick you up.

Y/N: Perfect! I’m looking forward to seeing you.

Matt: Me too. :)

You spent the rest of the night watching TV and relaxing, You went to bed with butterflies and love in your stomach. You were so excited but the date is a month away. You wrote on your to-do list things you need to get done prior to the date to help make the days fly by quicker.

#yung gravy #yung gravy imagine #yung gravy x reader #yung gravy fanfic #yung gravy x y/n

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kkbarksdale · 1 year ago

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Day 6- Welcome Cookout

Thursday, May 4th, 2023

We had our first official wedding festivity scheduled for this day, our Welcome Cookout. Thursday and Saturday of our wedding weekend actually had some flexibility/free time for our guests to do their own exploring. Many of our family and friends just wanted to hang out with us, so we actually planned a beach day and invited whoever wanted to tag along. We decided to take everyone to Lindquist Beach since it was close, a beautiful beach, and an opportunity for people to see more of the island. Bonus that it was right next to a big condominium complex where most of our guests were staying. It took the villa bit to get going but we packed some lunches, worked out, grabbed a coffee order from Lattes and made our way over to Lindquist. This was a day that I had so much to do and so much on my plate to organize, I was struggling to relax and have fun. I was nervous that we would run out of time at Lindquist but I knew it was a great plan for everyone.

Most everyone showed up to hang out! I think everyone except Lauren and Brandon went to Lindquist. My whole family even made their first appearance. All of the Barksdale crew came, as well as Carson and his crew. We all hung out and had a fabulous time. There was a barracuda in the water, along with so many small silver fish around our feet. Many people took a stab at snorkeling, and Carson got some amazing footage of 4 turtles. He swam right alongside them. Lindquist was a solid move for the day but I really needed to get home to start prepping and also getting ready myself for our wedding event. Everyone else in our group wanted to head over to the Sapphire Beach Bar. I was trying really hard to have fun and I also really wanted to go to Sapphire but I knew that 2 hours wasn’t enough to prep all of our sandwiches for Friday, dinner for our cookout, and also do my hair and make up for the evening. I was getting overwhelmed and ended up telling Cody that we really had to leave. Natalie ended up coming with us, to relieve my stress which I so appreciated. When we got home, I got in the shower and had a long cry. Meanwhile, Cody was calling Moe’s about our platter order that we needed to pick up that day. I was a bit worried about our platter order because I very unfortunately didn’t follow up on my previously placed order. I followed up with all of the vendors we used but I didn’t follow up with the grocery store. Cody found out that Moe’s had not completed our order and didn’t even know we had one. Cody got transferred around but finally got a hold of someone who confirmed we did have an order for that day. They said they would get our platters ready within the next hour. A funny part to this story is that while we were on the phone with them trying to figure out our order, Lauren and Brandon AND Lauren Barksdale and Stevie were in the grocery store trying to pick up our platters. They knew before we did that our platters weren’t ready and were trying to figure out what to do for food for our wedding day. They were like bottom line- we don’t tell Katy because they all knew I was just radiating stress. Luckily, I actually did have back up plans for food. I ordered the platters 24 hours in advance in case they weren’t ready. Basically, we could have picked up the platters wedding morning if we needed to. Aside from that, my back up plan was to just order from the beach bar and grill.

I eventually got myself ready for our party, and everyone started arriving. My friend Mika showed up who I was so excited to see! We had a great spread of food for dinner. We all just mingled, caught up and enjoyed some food and drinks. We ordered jerk chicken, sausage and peppers, and also cupcakes. The cupcakes were vanilla, chocolate, rum punch, and tres leches. We made ourselves: mac and cheese, green beans, meatballs, a salad bar, pasta salad and rolls. I was very happy with catering the things we did, and whipping up the sides on our own. The food was all so great, home made and catered.

The night was slipping away from us. I realized we had all been there a while and I was just procrastinating Cody and I’s dances and speeches we prepared. It was around this time that my brother who brought his 2 little girls told me they were about to leave. I was instantly sad and stressed because we were supposed to do these speeches and dances but people were already leaving. Daniel and his crew were in charge of transporting the sandwiches, wraps, and food to Magen’s Bay the following day. So Daniel and Corky were trying to grab all the platters and pack them into the coolers if possible. Daniel accidentally tripped over the water hose while doing this and it busted the spicket off the wall. This left water spewing out of the wall off the house. Daniel was just holding the water with his hands to prevent it from flying everywhere, but we eventually had to let it jsut burst out of the wall. I was the only person who had the AirBnb host’s phone number on my phone, however I did not have my phone. I scrambled to find it. I called Chris and had to leave a VM and text. He called back almost immediately, and Cody answered and handled the situation. We had to shut off the water, which was in a locked utility room. Cody and Chris worked together over the phone well to shut the water off and Chris arrived to the villa within 20 minutes.

At this point, I was exhausted from 2 days of 35 people in my face telling me everything was going to be alright. The water bursting was just the cherry on top of a really difficult and stressful 2 days for me. I ended up going to my room for the night and wasn’t feeling mentally well enough to come back out. I was pretty devastated that we didn’t do our speeches or dances that we had practiced over a month for. I was just overall sad that I wasn’t enjoying myself. On the bright side, ALL of our guests were having a blast. I guess that’s all that matters. They all proceeded to mingle and have a great time. They even busted out the karaoke. I personally needed to rest and recoop. I had barely been sleeping and desperately needed to rest for our early morning wedding the next day.

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quillsareswords · 2 years ago

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Church Pews and Rescues

DAMIAN WAYNE X READER

SUMMARY: Being in love with someone who gets into fist fights with werewolves is hard, but not for the reason he expected. Okay, well, some of the reasons he expected. BELONGS TO SWORDS AND SPELLS COLLECTION.

WARNINGS: F!READER, language, descriptions of peril, mentions of death, my most Unhinged reader-character

MASTER LIST in BIO

Sometimes, he really wishes he would have just kept you at arms length. Times like being forced to read, with his own eyes, the following text message at five in the morning on a Wednesday:

Come pick me up sugar tits [Location shared]

He could've chosen anyone. He could have chosen no one. He could have woken up this morning and went down to the Cave to train just as he'd planned. He might have finally perfected the rotation and angle of a throwing axe. He might have tried the new protein shake Alfred brought home yesterday. He might have even had enough time to take a nap.

Instead, he's trying to navigate the backroads of some tiny town in the middle of nowhere a state and a half away from Gotham.

Sure, you bring him more unbridled joy than any person he's ever known and he would cut a man down at the ankles for sneezing on you in a grocery store; but there are days he'd love nothing more than to absolutely fucking murder you.

You've been gone for three days with barely any communication, which worries him enough as it is, and now you're apparently stranded somewhere and won't answer your phone. He fully expects this address to be a police station.

Wouldn't be the first time. Probably won't be the last.

He makes it a mile outside of town, past the crumbling brick and fading billboards lining the interstate he had to abandon a few miles back, dutifully following the little blue line on his screen. The location you sent him is just past an upcoming four-way, assumably on the other side of these trees and around the corner.

Blank white gravel parking lot, wheelchair access, white paint on wooden siding, a cross as tall as his Lincoln is long—it's a church. Of course it is.

He doesn't see your car, but there is a boxy old Buick parked to the left of the cement stoop my. He pulls in past the sun-stained sign advertising 10:00 worship on Sundays, and parks on the other side of the steps.

He thought you'd said you were going after some kind of man-eating forest beast that had been terrorizing a campground. Then again, your jobs don't always pan out like you expect. Maybe it was actually a possessed dog, or something. Or, worse yet, something else entirely came up.

Whatever the case, he assumes you aren't in terrible shape or mood if you made the terrible decision to call him sugar tits. Which, of course, will not go unpunished.

He'll wait until he sees you to make that call, though. As much as he hates it, there's the very real possibility that he's about to find you bleeding out onto cheap church carpet, texting delirious SOS messages to anyone on your contact list.

That's unlikely, he reminds himself. He's seen what it takes to knock you down, and he doubts it would be scavenging around Nowhere, Massachusetts. Then again, it is an old part of the country, artifactly speaking.

He takes the steps two at a time, trying to keep his gait as inconspicuous as possible. There's a few papers taped to the inside of the glass doors, one about Bible study, another about a summer camp.

He just hopes the doors are unlocked. If he has to break into a church to find you, he's going to be so pissed. Again, working under the assumption you aren't wounded and hiding out on holy ground. If he has to carry you out of the church he just broke into, he's going to be even more pissed.

Luckily for him, the right side door swings open with some rusty resistance.

He's greeted with cool, vaguely musty air, and a hallway. There's a bench and then an open door on the right wall, two closed doors (one labled restroom) on the left. At the end of the hall, flimsy wooden double doors, the left one cracked open. Most likely the sanctuary.

He hears clanking from the open door. Then humming. Tapping—shoes on linoleum floor. Your boots don't tap. Heels?

He listens for a long moment. A woman. Older. The clanking sounds like something being set on a baking pan.

He unbuttons his jacket, smooths his hair, fixes his shirt—is this the same one he worse yesterday? Damn it, he'd grabbed the first one he saw and now he's covered in wrinkles. He tries to make himself a little more approachable.

He walks down to the door, and peers around the corner. Sure enough, a sweet-looking old woman in a floral dress and what he thinks you once called kitten heels is spooning out cookie dough onto a pan at a little wooden table. She startles a little, looking up from her work through thick red-rimmed glasses. "Oh," she gasps, "hello. Can I help you?"

He smiles, channeling the signature Wayne charm he mirrors from Bruce and Dick. "Good morning. I hope you can help me, I'm looking for someone–"

"Oh," she breathes, pressing a hand to her chest. "Yes, of course. I'm sorry, you caught me a little off guard," she laughs. Then she waves her hand back out toward the hall. "In the sanctuary, honey. She said someone would be along for her."

His smile gets a little tight. "Thank you." He offers a hand, in some grateful gesture, and back out into the hall.

He's going to rip you a new one. Right after he gets you breakfast—he glances at his watch (is McDonald's still serving breakfast?)—or, well, lunch. (No. No they are not.)

It's modest, just like the rest of the building. But there are children's decorations hung on the walls and family pictures hung up among the religious artworks. There's a row of pews on either side of the room, leading up to the stage. He can't find your head among the backs of the pews, and there aren't any other doors.

He starts down the isle. He keeps in mind all the times he's followed you through similar buildings, your voice in his ear telling him to mind any thing that moves. Entities hide everywhere, all the time. If you aren't watching, you'll never see them coming.

So he stays ready. He watches the corners and the spots where the sunlight gleaming through the windows doesn't touch. He steps lightly and carefully.

And then a snore just about gives him a heart attack.

He whips around to the pews on the left, and there you are. Sprawled out on the fifth pew from the back, one leg on the floor and an arm thrown up over your head. An ugly denim print baseball cap is pulled down low over your eyes. Your bag is tucked uncomfortably under your head.

If it weren't for the soft snoring, he might've thought you were dead, flopped across the wood like a husk.

He shoves out an irritated breath and crosses his arms, trying to settle the wild beat of his heart.

He'd really like to be annoyed. He deserves to be. You dragged him out of bed and across a state line, and he finds you passed out on a church pew at 10:30. He has every right to be at least a little angry.

But he's not. The sight of you, well enough to doze off despite the bruise blooming down your arm from beneath your shirt sleeve and the patch bandage slapped over the opposite forearm, releases the tension he hadn't realized was coiled between his lungs. If anything, he's relieved.

He is annoyed, and you definitely owe him for this, but knowing that you're safe, and having you back in his immediate vicinity is enough to soothe it.

Still, that doesn't mean he can't milk it a little.

He kicks the boot on the floor. "Rise and shine."

You grumble something that gets lost in the dreary edges of your rough voice, the hand previously rested on your stomach moving to prop up the bill of your hat. You squint up at him.

Even tired down to your bones and a little out of it with sleep deprivation, you tuck a moment away to appreciate the way he looks, standing over you with bright sunlight beaming in behind him to outline his figure.

You pin it to your brainpan and move right along. "Well, look-ee here, if it isn't my knight in shiny black armor." You smile up at him, lopsided and exhausted.

He rolls his eyes. "Do you want to explain yourself?"

You snort. "Does anybody who wakes up on a church pew really want to explain how they got there?"

"They do when someone has to drive for three hours to pick them up."

You wince. "Yeah, alright. That's fair." With a groan, you plant a hand on the wooden back and haul yourself upright. Something tender pulls tight beneath the skin beside your spine. "My car got kind of fucked up. It's in the shop. Won't be driveable til, like, next week. And it was really late by the time I finished up with, uh, work, so I just...crashed here. Cause the door was unlocked."

He raises an eyebrow and watches you bend forward to retie the laces of your boot. "You trespassed in a church instead of waiting a few hours for a hotel to open?"

You cock a shoulder. "Yeah. Public property. Plus, it's consecrated, so I didn't have to worry too much."

He sighs. "You're unbelievable."

You turn your head to the side for him to see a shit-eating grin. "And you're insufferable, but here we are."

There's something off in your eyes. He could chalk it up to exhaustion or the lighting, but he's known you too long, knows you too well. Something is bothering you.

He clicks his tongue and turns sharply on his heel, feigning irritation. The sooner you're in the safe confines of his car, he'll pry until you open up.

You scoop up your bag and sling the strap over your shoulder, wary of whatever muscle you've pulled there, before you follow after him. You catch up with him at the door, bumping your shoulder with his to squeeze through with him. "Thanks for coming, by the way."

It's said a little quieter, a honester. Your voice dips below the superficial attitude, to a lower tone that reveals the exhaustion and the gratitude.

He can stand to drop his act for just a moment. "Of course. I always will."

Not that he'll be happy about it, by any stretch of the imagination—be he will always come when you need him.

He'll complain the entire way home, at the table while you wolf down whatever he can get you, and while he redresses whatever is going on under that bandage on your arm. He will moan and bitch while he tucks you into his bed and lets you sleep off the headache he knows is collecting behind your eyes.

But he'll also do it all again the next time you need him. Because he loves you more than anything, and he'd do anything for you. Even when that means getting up before the sun to drive a six hour round trip to drag your bruised ass home.

Even when you call him sugar tits.

Fucking. Sugar tits.

"Thanks, Maria," you call as you pass the kitchen, waving at the elderly woman.

She waves back with a hand still covered in cookie dough. "Safe travels, hon. Stay out of trouble."

"I'll try," you chuckle. For a week, maybe. Just for her. Well, and because you're probably about to get a lecture from your doting boyfriend, but it's the thought that counts, right?

He doesn't miss the way you drop down the cement steps, cringing every time you land a little too hard on your left foot. He opens the passenger door for you, carefully taking the bag from your shoulder as you pass him. You let him without any argument, which is unusual. He can't open any door for you without some mocking quip about what a gentleman he is or about how you can do it yourself.

He slings your bag into his trunk on his way to the driver's side, purposefully ignoring the suspiciously meaty thunk it makes.

When he drops into his seat, simultaneously pulling the door closed and pressing the startup, you're already reclining your seat and closing your eyes.

He uses the camera to back away from the church, but there's still a hand on the back of your headrest.

You feel bad. Guilty, mostly. You are tired, and it is getting hard to keep your eyes open, especially when he's driving and you know you don't have to be so on guard anymore. But you also really don't want to see how tired he looks.

Truth be told, you didn't have to text him. You easily could have waited until the hotels opened, booked yourself in for the week, and drove yourself home when the car was fixed. You had enough to afford it, none of your injuries were an immediate issue, and you could've called him later in the day to tell him all this so he wouldn't worry.

There's a long strip of bandage that's wrapped around your ribs beneath your shirt. There's a thick pad of gauze that got you some weird looks from the local CVS cashier last night. (Unlike Jerry, who wouldn't have blinked.)

A church grim is an entity that guards a graveyard. Originally, they were thought to protect churches—hence the name—but really, it's the graveyard they guard. They keep the evil dead within, and the evil living out. They're comically powerful for their purpose; enough so that you avoid them whenever possible.

You couldn't have known that those two rent-by-the-day camping spots stood on an old, unmarked cemetery. Native or pilgrim, you haven't the foggiest—all you know is that you picked a fight with a church grim who was only doing his job.

You almost died. It wasn't the typical brush with death that you've unfortunately become accustomed to, either. You could almost see a reaper standing off to the side, watching you wrestle the poor thing with little more on you that a Bowie knife.

You'd expected a werewolf. Probably a new turn. Someone you could reason with, or something you could shoot if you really had to. It happened all the time, sadly: newly turned werewolves with no-one teaching them the ropes or how to keep themselves contained. Very rarely did they really mean any harm. Most times, they took every scrap of advice you could give them and accepted the phone number you scribbled down on a diner napkin.

So no, you weren't prepared. You weren't even ready.

It was pure chance that you had a proper offering in your bag. A jar you'd shoved in there for something else, ages ago, and must've forgotten to take out. If it hadn't been for that jar, if it hadn't been for the rock it shattered over, the damned thing probably would have killed you. Mauled you, at the very least, if the state of your car was any indication of its ability.

You didn't want to stay here. You didn't want to be within ten miles of that campground. You left a note on the owner's cabin as you left. Advised he close them, repurpose them, anything but keep them open to the public unless he was going to get it certified as a historical burial site. With any luck, nobody with malicious intent would ever fall victim to that thing.

You wanted to go home. You wanted to curl up in a bed that smells like Damian, in a room decorated in his taste. You want to pass the fuck out in his arms, where you're safe, and you don't have to worry about church grims or werewolves or demons or whatever else.

You'll tell him later. Probably once he finds the bandage and starts shouting about why you didn't tell him earlier. Maybe once you're snuggled into his chest. Maybe once you've gotten something to eat.

"What do you want?"

Your eyebrows furrow, but you still refuse to open your eyes, even with a pair of his sunglasses shielding them. "Hmm?"

"To eat. What do you want to eat?"

"Chicken nuggets."

"From?"

"Don't care. Honey mustard, please."

"I know."

His hand is warm on the top of your thigh. Even with the heated seat turned on and the air circulating, his palm is defined through your denim. You hum quietly, shifting your own on top of it to keep it there.

You drift in and out of sleep for a little while longer, comforted by the smell of his cologne and the warmth of his presence.

Between catnaps, you wonder when he'll ask.

He's a logical person. He knows you could have gotten into a hotel and came home when the car was ready. He knows you wouldn't want to make an entire other trip down to pick up said car. And yet, you texted him anyway.

You'll tell him, when he does. You'll tell him that you didn't feel safe in that town, or maybe that you knew you'd feel safer with him. You'll tell him about the church grim and the glass jar and locking yourself in the car to scramble for a saving grace.

When you do, he'll get that pinched look on his face that he always gets when you tell him about your near-death adventures. You don't like it very much. In fact, you dislike it so much that you've almost lied to him a few times—but you promised honesty. Just like he did.

You wonder if you get a look like that when he tells you about swinging over chemical fires on a steel cable and squaring up with homicidal maniacs.

That's a problem for later, though. For right now, you're both content with sitting beside one another quietly. He's content to let you feed him fries while he drives you back to Gotham, and you're content to dunk nuggets into honey mustard dipping sauce while you ignore the ache in your arms.

What you don't know is that he's not content—he's plotting The Revenge of Sugar Tits.

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𝑻𝒘/𝑪𝒘: 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑(?)

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓��: 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚, 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒚𝒖, 𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝒀𝒖𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂, 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒖

𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕: 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕….. 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 <𝟑

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano:

Giving very much childhood friends to lovers. You've been with him ever since Shin had died, and you became one of his support pillars. You would come over to his house talking about your day, even if you were sitting outside of his room. He's super conflicted when he realizes his feelings, you're his friend. So why does he feel a knot in his stomach when you call him a "friend"?

Talks to Draken and maybe Takemichi about it, them both telling him that he likes you. It finally clicked after that conversation, so he started dropping more hints. Sharing food, always leaning on you, randomly grabbing your hand( he says it's "make sure you don't get lost" but he really just wants to hold your hand) ect.

Mikey would be ecstatic when you start dropping hints as well, each lingering touch making his heart flutter. The two of you are super afraid of ruining your friendship, so neither of you confess until everyone else begs you to get together already.

Chifuyu Matsuno:

Cliche first meeting and love at first sight. Maybe you were working at a local grocery store or coffee shop, Chifuyu coming in to buy something. He thought you were cute and struck a conversation with you. But I think the one that would be most likely is you find this random cat (Peke J) out wondering.

Thankfully he had a collar and address on it, so you went to that place and returned Peke J to his owner. My man fell in love with you seeing Peke J all cuddled up in your arms. He was a little nervous but excited when you asked if you could visit Peke J, him of course saying yes.

Over time the two of you would get to know each other and become super close. He'd let you borrow his manga to read, shrug off his jacket when you're cold, takes you out to "hang out" and pays for everything(such a gentlemen ugh), ect. Confesses to you in a typical love manga style, him giving you a letter to meet on the roof of the school or the place the two of you first met.

Takashi Mitsuya:

Strangers to friends to lovers. He was out shopping with his sisters and Luna wandered off and got lost. You just so happened to be at the same place at the same time, finding the crying girl. You were able to comfort her, luckily still remembering her brother's phone number. He was very thankful that you had contacted him and he was able to find his sister.

He had wanted to thank you in some way, but he knew there was a chance that he wouldn't see you again. Who knew that fate had other plans? Turned out that the two of you went to the same school, making him happy since he could thank you with a gift. He had made you a small stuffed animal, you then asked if the two of you could be friends.

Once the two of you begin to be friends, you find out how much of a nice person he is. He's always pulling out your chair and pulling you back in, holding the door open, asking if you're ok and uncomfortable in certain situations. His sisters love you and see you as an older sister figure, the two of them interrupting a romantic situation or the classic 'ohhh' sounds.

In the spur of the moment he ran to your house(that was quite far) in the rain out of pure impulse because he didn't want to wait any longer to tell you how much he liked you. He was lucky that his mom was home that night to take care of his sisters. You were shocked that he ran all the way to your house, in the rain meaning he would get sick(it was worth it for him.)

Yuzuha Shiba:

Academic rivals to lovers(bonus if it's queer!!!). I had a hard time choosing a trope for Yuzuha but then an idea came to me. You and Yuzhuha had always been the top two students, her being #1 and you being #2. You had tried hard over and over again, wanting more than anything than to overcome her.

You spent countless nights over studying for your topics, screwing up your sleep schedule. You didn't notice, but Yuzuha had noticed how your eye bags had seemed to get darker, movements getting sluggish, and you sleeping during free periods whenever you could. There was one point where it was her final straw.

During PE the class was playing volleyball. You were on one team, while Yuzuha was on the opposite team. You were feeling like crap and hadn't taken care of yourself for the past few days very well and felt super dizzy. You and Yuzuha were right across from each other, the net being the only thing in between the two of you.

The next thing she knows, you crash to the floor with a big 'thud'. Of course she's the one to carry you to the nurses office, worried sick for you. Once she hears that you'll be ok, she'll let out a breath of relife and stay by your side. After you wake up she'll scold you, the two of you learning about each others headships and struggles of wanting to be #1.

The two of you begin to be friends after this incident, but the both of you still have an playful like competition for the better grades. Yuzuha makes sure you're taking care of yourself, and having at least some fun while hanging out with her. It's when she see's you having a full blown breakdown because you bombed a test is when she comforts you.

While she's comforting you, that's when she realizes that she doesn't just like you in a friend way, but a lover way. Of course she'll confess after you're calmed down, and pleasantly surprised when you say you like her back.

Senju Kawaragi:

There was only one bed. It was during an overnight school trip where the class was staying at a hotell. Of course you had to be paired with your crush. To make it even more nerve racking,there was only one bed. Senju would be confused as to why you would offer to sleep on the floor, as to not just sharing the bed with her.

You were stubborn and made the ground as comfortable as possible. After the lights are out Senju comes over to pick you up off the floor, sitting you down on the bed. Now the both of you were on the bed, facing each other. There were lots of hushed whispers of conversations of nothing.

You had fallen asleep first, as Senju admired your sleeping form. She thought that you had just looked as cute as a button! She was really resisting the urge to pinch your cheeks like a grandma. In the moring the two of you would wake up tangled in each other, with you on top of the pink haired girl.

You had tried to get up- only for a half asleep half awake Senju to pull you back to cuddle with you. She would say something corny like, "Can I be the only one to see you like this every morning?" When you nod she'll give you a peck on the cheek, having a spring to her step as she went to the bathroom to get ready.

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