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theyluvkarolina · 6 months ago
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౨ৎ GOODBYE MY BRITISH SWEETHEART ౨ৎ
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SUMMARY౨ৎ Loving Lando is like how the Earth circles the sun. In absolute awe and admiration. But the Earth is slowly destroying itself in the presence of this star. The rays of this sun are burning away at this Earth’s ozone layer, maybe even going as far into this Earth’s core.
PAIRING ౨ৎ Lando Norris x Fem!Driver!Reader
FACE CLAIM ౨ৎ Amna Al Qubaisi
WARNINGS ౨ৎ fighting, misogyny (not by the grid or lando), reader is self conscious
A/N ౨ৎ God. Whenever I hear this song and think about Lando, all i think about is him and Luisiha. :( Again, I made this not in a SMAU format i’m used to. I decided to make the reader replace Daniel for the fic (I STILL LOVE HIM I PROMISE 😭😭)I hope you still like it! Tbh, I feel like I didn't do this request justice. If I have a chance some point in time, I might rewrite it.
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f1 Lando wins it in Miami, winning his first race! Congratulations! 👏
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username1 LANNNDOOOO
username2 lando has finally landed 🥹
username3 HE FINALLY DID IT!!
carlosainz55 ✔︎ congratulations cabrón! Welcome to the winners side 😉
→ landonorris ✔︎ glad to finally be part of the club 👊
maxverstappen1 ✔︎ lando nowins no more 👏
→ landonorris ✔︎ haha funny 😒
georgerussel63 ✔︎ congrats mate!!
username5 has anyone noticed that y/n hasen’t liked or commented? :(
→ username6 ik!! usually she is always the first or second person to do both whenever he gets podium…
username7 no because did anyone see how y/n was staring at Lando with his trophy??
→ username8 I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE. → username9 she looked at him like he was ripping her heart out 🙁 → username10 I mean, y/n has been in f1 for what, 2 more years than him and still no win. I know it's just eating her up inside. → username11 I hope she gets her win soon and shuts up the misogynists. → username12 it sucks that the team did a absolute shit strategy when the safety car stopped her and made lando gain her stop.. but I’m still happy for him!!
y/n_l/n ✔︎
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y/n_l/n Miami ? Done ✅
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username13 she didn’t even post her podium photo :(
→ username14 if i were her i wouldn’t either.
username15 can she idk, be happy for lando?
→ username16 no way you are suggesting this girl be happy after she lost her chance to overtake lando because of the safety car, taking away what may be the second woman to win a f1 race next to Desiré Wilson, after years of misogyny, and men telling her she doesn’t have a place in motorport along with other women. → username17 god how i love you @ username16. SOMONE ACTUALLY USES THEIR BRAIN
visacashapprb ✔︎ wonderful work as per usual!
→ username18 for someone who has been in f1 for 8 years? hell no. → username19 someone is jelly → username20 they aren’t jealous they are just stating a fact 😂 → username21 the fact that they are saying how she should be winning stuff after 8 years? → username22 obviously. since she came she hasn’t won anything → username23 lance stroll, kevin magnussen, and nico hulkenburg are calling buddy and they are saying your misogyny is showing. 💀 → username24 LMAOOAOA YOU GO @ username23
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In Person
Saying that the end of the race was a disappointment was an understatement. For the past eight years, it only felt like the world was out to get you.
The constant criticism, misogyny, the occasional car failures, Lance Stroll's grotesque driving skills, and now, Lando winning his first Grand Prix but with the cost of you losing your position due to a shitty strategy mistake. It's frustrating, to say the least.
Being in love with Lando has its ups and downs. And as of right now? A hard low. As his partner, you want to kiss him all over his sunkissed face, going over each birthmark with tenderness. Congratulate him. Tell him how proud you are of him for finally achieving what he has been aiming for years. Ruffle those chestnut curls that you love dearly as you both stand on the podium, covered in sticky champagne as the fizzy liquid cascades over you, creating a tingling sensation on your skin you both embrace, the rainbows of confetti dancing in the air to the ground, trophy in his hands.
Yet, as a driver, you despise him. That haunting smile that glances over now and then, that sterling silver trophy dazzling in the light, blinding you as if it were the shining teeth of someone laughingly mocking you. God, how you hated it.
After closing the door to the driver's room, you swiftly remove the carbon fiber helmet, peeling off the balaclava that clings to my face, leaving my hair matted against my skin. With a surge of frustration, you glance angrily at the helmet before flinging the helmet to the ground, the sound reverberating through the room. Your breathing quivers as you gaze at the floor before ultimately slumping against the wall adjacent to the door, back against it. Running a hand through your damp hair, you rub my temple, feeling the weight of the day's events.
How did you get to this point? 
“Where in the world have you been, you muppet? You just up and left after the national anthems.” Lando's voice broke you out of your trance as he stood by the door, remembering you didn't lock the door. "I didn't even get to spray the champagne on you like usual." He adds with a frown.
"Not now, Lando." You stated looking down at your hands as you picked the skin around your nails to cope. His face still held a frown, yet he raised a brow at your tone.
"Not now?" He repeats, almost confused by your comment. "What's wrong? Talk to me."
"I said not now, Lando," You repeat, my voice growing more insistent. "I just need some space right now."
Lando's expression softens as he takes a step closer, concern evident in his eyes. "Hey, come on. You can talk to me. I know today didn't go as planned, but we can work through this together." 
My frustration boils over, and I finally look up to meet his gaze. "You don't get it, do you? This could have been my chance. My chance to finally prove that I belong here. Actually- no, not me, but every woman. That we won't be not some- some girls here for some representation to make F1 seem better but to show that we belong here! That we are as good as men! And that shitty strategy screwed me over, and now it seems like I am a shit driver..." You snap in exasperation.
“I never tried to say that I understand.” Lando glared. His expression hardens, and he takes a step back, hurt evident in his eyes. "You know that's not true. You're an incredibly talented driver, and one bad race doesn't define you."
You scoff, feeling the weight of his words but unable to fully accept them. "Easy for you to say. This ‘one bad race’ has been multiple races. You've had your moment of glory today. You got the lavish celebration you’ve been wanting.“
You scoff, feeling the weight of his words but unable to fully accept them. "Easy for you to say. This ‘one bad race’ has been multiple races. You've had your moment of glory today. You got the lavish celebration you’ve been wanting.“
Lando shakes his head, his frustration creeping into his voice. "This isn't about me. It's about us! I want you to succeed just as much as I want to succeed. We’re a team, even if we are on other racing teams. But pushing me away and shutting me out won't solve anything. What’s with all this?“
“Don’t you get it, Lando?! You’re perfect now! You have fans who love you, you have a secure seat, and you have a win now Lando! All you need is a championship! You don’t have people telling you that you don’t belong here because you have talent. You have people who support you even when your team makes a stupid mistake and they still defend you! The second I do something wrong, even when it's team orders, I'm belittled and told to go back to do my "role" as a housewife! God, I can't even get time to be with my boyfriend or friends before getting screamed at by middle-aged men that I'm a 'grid fucker' and that I had sex to get to where I am!"
Lando’s face falls at your words, a mix of offense and hurt flashing in his eyes. “You think I don’t understand pressure? I get it, alright? I get that it’s different for you, and it’s unfair. But pushing everyone away, pushing me away, isn’t the answer.”
You stand up, your body tense with the weight of your frustration and sadness. “I’m not pushing you away, Lando. I’m trying to cope with the fact that no matter what I do, it’s never enough. And seeing you succeed, seeing everyone praise you, it just… it just makes it harder.”
Lando steps closer, his voice softer now. “I want to help you, but I can’t if you won’t let me in. We’re supposed to be in this together. Isn’t that what we promised each other?”
You look at him, your heart aching at the sight of his earnest expression. “It’s not that simple. I can’t keep pretending that everything’s okay when it’s not. And I can’t stand beside you, smiling, when I feel like I’m drowning.”
He reaches out to touch your arm, but you pull away. “Please, don’t. I need to find my way through this, Lando. And I can’t do that if I’m constantly comparing myself to you.”
Lando’s eyes widen with realization. “You’re breaking up with me.”
A lump forms in your throat, tears welling up. “Don't put it like that..” I start. Lando tries to talk but I beat him to it. "I'm... not necessarily breaking up with you. It's more of a... "Goodbye"."
"That's technically still breaking up with me," Lando mutters, a tiny, barely noticeable smile cracking through onto his lips at the light attempt at a joke to ease the growing tension. I let out a tearful giggle.
Lando’s smile crumples into a frown and he takes a shaky breath. “I love you. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You aren't losing me... I love you too,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “But right now, love isn’t enough. I need to stand on my own two feet, without always feeling like I’m in your shadow.”
He looks away, blinking rapidly, trying to hide the growing tears in his greenish-blue eyes. “This isn’t how I wanted today to end. I wanted today to be happy. For us both.”
“Neither did I,” you say softly, placing a hand on his cheek, moving his head to look at you while you skim your fingers over his birthmarks. “But sometimes, things don’t go as planned.”
There’s a long, painful silence between you, filled with all the things left unsaid. Finally, Lando nods, his eyes shining with unshed tears, leaning over to press a tender kiss onto your forehead. 
“Goodbye, then,” Lando whispers. 
In response, you bend forward, placing your lips against his own, kissing him softly, both our lips brushing lightly as if savoring the moment for what may be the last time experiencing such a feeling.
“Goodbye.” You replied, voice narrowly above a whisper.
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𝐀/𝐍 2 : Ending tbh is kinda cringey but oh well it felt right in the moment 😫
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specialagentlokitty · 8 months ago
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Holt x Male!reader - all this time
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Heyy, So i know you don’t write for Holt (Brooklyn Nine Nine) But i was wondering if you could make an exception? A Raymond Holt x male reader where instead of Ray being married to Kevin he’s married to reader instead n readers Jake’s big brother but jake doesn’t know readers married to holt and he finds out? if not it’s ok!! I love youre work and make sure to drink lots of water!! - Anon💜
A/N: holt has never been on my request list, but since I know there’s probably no fics for him I decided to write this one :))
Making your way downstairs, you glanced at your watch before walking into the kitchen where your husband was getting a glass of water.
“Raymond, I need to head out to work, there’s been some problems at the office.”
He turned around.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, I think it’s more so just some of the interns accidentally filed some paperwork wrong. Are you heading to work today?”
“Yes, I will be there all day.”
You nodded, walking over and kissed his cheek before making your way across the kitchen to grab your coffee.
“I’ll come by after I’m finished.”
With that you jogged away, having to get to the office as quickly as you possibly could.
Making your way in, you found the interns lined up against the wall, and you furrowed your brows a little bit in confusion.
“Why’re you stood there?” You asked.
“Thomas told us to stand here until you get back sir.” One replied.
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“This isn’t a military training camp, go on, go sit down in the conference room.”
They nodded, making their way over there and you walked behind Thomas, lightly hitting the back of his head.
“Be nicer to them.”
“They could’ve messed up big time.” He huffed.
“This is their first job, give them all some credit. If you’ve got all the files we’ll go through them with them all and explain the process again.”
“Alright alright.”
You took one half of the interns while he took the other half to a different room.
You spent an hour carefully explaining everything step by step by step with them, and getting them to show you when you had shown them.
“Just remember if you’re not sure always ask, even if you come ask me, there’s no such thing as a stupid question. If you have to ask it a hundred times then you asked a hundred times.”
One of the interns put her hand up, and you smiled at her, dismissing the others and letting her come over.
“I’m not entirely sure what to do afterwards…”
“That’s alright Sophie, let’s go have a look.”
She nodded, following after you with the files in her hands.
“Everything is set up in alphabetical order, so you’ll want to find the first letter of the file, so if you set them all down and pick up the first one.”
You carried on showing her what to do, and you made sure she completely understood everything.
Making your way back to the office you wrote a step by step listen, and you taped it to the wall next to the cabinet, letting them all know it was there.
While you were there you decided to do some work, and went back to your desk.
Not long after you started your work your phone chined and you picked it up.
Jake: come bring me lunch please!
Laughing a little bit, you sent a reply back.
You: sure I’ll be there soon.
Putting your work away, you went to pick up Jakes favourite food, then to the precinct.
Heading up, you made your way to his and dropped the bag down on the desk, placing your hand on his head, ruffling his hair a little bit.
“Yes you’re the best!”
“You’re always broke. Seriously Jake, how to you survive?”
“Hey! I’m not broke!” He huffed.
Laughing a little, you took the fries from the bag and stood there eating while you listened to him talk about what he had been up too.
He stopped eating and looked up at you.
“Where the hell have you been anyway? It’s been ages.”
“Sorry, I’ve been busy with work. Then we’ve been redecorating our home, so that’s taken a lot of free time as well.”
“When am I going to meet this husband? I can’t believe you got married without me…” he pouted.
You laughed softly, patting his head a couple of times.
“I know, I’m sorry, but when we got married I wasn’t actually out as gay to mom or you, so I thought it was easier.”
You stood up, excusing yourself to go and wash your hands and you came back, making your way to the captains office instead and knocked on the door.
When he looked up you smiled at him, leaning against the doorframe.
“How’s work going?”
“It is the same as every other day. Did you fix the mistake?”
You nodded your head, making your way inside.
You sat down in the chair opposite him, explaining to him what had happened, and what you did to help them fix the mistake.
He listened as you spoke while doing his own work.
“Oh, by the way Jake keeps asking who I’m married to.”
“Have you not told him?”
“Well, I decided it was your choice. You’re his boss.”
“You are his brother.”
You laughed a little bit, nodding your head.
“Yeah, but as my husband it’s always up to you if we tell him.”
“YOU MARRIED HOLT?!”
You spun around, giving your younger brother a sheepish look.
A few more people crowded around, and you pointed to the man who was behind you.
“Ask your captain! Bye!”
Getting up you ran off with a laugh as Holt called for you not to let him handle all of that alone
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itwasrealtome · 7 months ago
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BEST BELOVED
CHAPTER ONE — UNBREAKABLE BONDS
TW: DO NOT READ IF THIS MIGHT TRIGGER YOU
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Scarlett Johansson x fem!OC fic | Masterlist
Summary : After many years, Elle is finally reunited with her little brother, but not under the conditions she had hoped for.
Content Warning : Crying | Scars | Heavy past | Carter flees his home for LA | Violence
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LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
NOVEMBER 23, 2016
It was not Elle's first time in this kind of situation.
She was no stranger to the massive meeting room, to high stakes encounters, or even to the presence of lawyers, but sitting across from the Russo brothers and Kevin Feige, the titans of the Marvel Cinematic Universe still felt like uncharted territory to her.
The weight of the moment bore down on her, the pressure more intense than ever. She felt like on the edge of a tennis court, her eyes darting from right to left as the two-party representatives spoke about deal-making and negotiation. It was perhaps her greatest pet hate. The way everything sounded like 'money', 'money', 'money', and nothing else.
Elle rubbed her temples, the intensity of competing voices debating terms and figures threatening to pull her into a haze of exhaustion. Though, the sight of her trusted agent — Don, scowling and clicking his pen endlessly, reminded her that she wasn't actually on her own.
He sat beside her, occasionally interjecting with his own thoughts and suggestions. But the actress could tell that even he seemed weary of the lengthy discussions. Seconds on his watch were sleeping away all too slowly for Elle's liking. So much so, that she even thought of getting Don a new one in good faith. Thus, in the near future, they may regain their freedom.
The distant panorama of Los Angeles beckoned, as good a distraction as that could be. A bright sun, still in peak condition for this end-of-year season, was still shining on the high skyscrapers. With a touch of imagination, Elle could picture herself under the star's rays, her skin gleaming in the radiant sunlight. She longed for a reprieve from the relentless demands of her career. She had in mind a warm place where she would go running each morning and swimming each afternoon. And when night would come, she'd feel her lips against her neck, her hands hovering over her thighs, slowly —softly— bringing her back to life.
—Ellie, Don nudged her discreetly. Your phone.
She hummed, suddenly snapping out of her reverie. One glance at her smartphone and she bid farewell to the good vibes of her inner world, greeting a blend of worry and urgency. This, then, was being hit by sisterly duty after many years of absence. Carter had to be a young man now, something like 16, maybe. And calling was definitely not part of his routine.
"Had to leave. I'm in LA. Please, come and get me."
Elle rose from her chair, all of a sudden, stammering an apologetic stride. She was well aware it was technically unethical for her to leave in such a way, but people would understand.
Right?
A few hasty explanations and she was off down the building's long corridors. Her thoughts raced alongside her footsteps, her heart pounding with concern as she tried to dial her brother's number, again and again. But all she heard was the voicemail. She settled for a brief text instead, letting him know that she was on her way.
It was hard to remember the last time she'd been to Los Angeles Union Station. Her body guiding her in pure automatism as she held a strong grip on the steering wheel. The congested city streets were not in their favor. Elle could feel a drop of sweat trickling down her forehead, anxiety making her its prey. There must have been a good reason behind Carter's escape from Oregon. Something bad. Maybe the same thing that had made her leave when she was around his age.
Once there, she soon spotted him. A tall, brunet, young man, his face partly hidden by a Dodgers cap. One of the few souvenirs Elle had been able to send him. He stood alone amidst the bustling crowd, backpack on his shoulders, skateboard under his arm, and guitar in hand. Anyone could have easily guessed he wasn't from around town. He appeared to have fled in the middle of the night, chased by his own demons.
Elle parked the car, heart aching, hands trembling. She locked eyes with her brother for the first time in what felt like an eternity. There, in his eyes, she saw their mother's gaze again. He was indeed taller than she had imagined. The memory of him as a child was now just that, a distant memory.
Undaunted, she reached out and welcomed Carter with a warm embrace. The boy breathed a sigh of relief, his sister's scent reminding him of home. He almost broke down right there, instantly, in the middle of the parking lot. Elle withdrew at the right moment, prompting him to swallow back his tears. She studied his face, a gentle hand caressing the wounds of a torment they never wanted to experience again. Their lips quivered, the weight of their past upsetting their own harmony.
—I am so sorry, whispered Elle.
Carter flashed her a shattered smile, his eyes brimming with tears as he snorted to himself. It was hilarious if you asked him. He, years later, was asking for help from the person who had left him behind and never looked back.
—Can we just go to your place? He tightened his grip on the strap of his bag, clearly impatient. I don't want to be here anymore.
Elle guided him to her vehicle, opened the trunk, and made it her business to stow his belongings. They traveled in silence, the tension palpable. At red lights, she stole glances at him, noting the changes time wrought upon him. He had grown, both physically and emotionally, since they had last seen each other. But the scars etched across his face told a story she could only begin to imagine.
A modest house wasn't exactly what he'd imagined all the way from Oregon. Carter assumed her sister now lived in a palace, a villa so impossibly spacious that she spent her time getting lost in each room as if in some kind of labyrinth. He was surprised to see a simple one-storey house, nothing luxurious but rather welcoming. Maybe the MCU wasn't paying as well as he thought after all.
Carter followed in his sister's footsteps, his arms full of his personal possessions. She guided him upstairs, to the end of the corridor, where he found a bedroom far more spacious than the last one he had lived in all his life. Everything seemed brighter and healthier than in his aunt's house. Everything was clean, the bed was made, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of laundry. Elle hastily retrieved a forgotten sweatshirt from the bed while Carter placed his stuff in a corner, nervous about disturbing anything.
—You can stay for as long as you wish, reassures Elle. You have your own bathroom right there. If you need anything, I–
The brunette stopped, her phone vibrating in her jeans pocket. She smiled apologetically at the boy, removing the device to answer. Don's deep voice echoed in her eardrum as she made her way back downstairs. He didn't press her about the meeting, the contract, or whatever. Carter was the object of their current concern. It was clear that he needed help and Elle was ready to lend a hand.
"He didn't say much, Don. I don't know how long he'll stay or what happened."
The actress was pacing back and forth in her living room, phone pressed to her ear. She wanted to bring Don her share of news, but she had nothing more to tell him. It was all a thick fog. So she listened to what he had to say. The two sides had reached an agreement. Her paycheck for the next MCU film was at an all-time high, at least for her. And she would finally be able to resume physical training for the next production. It meant being away from home, seeing friends and old acquaintances, and getting back into the shoes of the character she once played.
Now that was a bit of positivity.
The call over, her schedule up to date, she stopped in her tracks, lost. She still had a 16-year-old upstairs who needed her help. Worry gnawed at her insides as she prepared a soothing, warm, drink for the boy. She needed to provide him comfort, to let him know that he was safe with her, that whatever he fled from could no longer reach him.
The comforting aroma of the beverage trailed her up the stairs, like sweet cocoa smoke. She knocked gently, the hot mug in her hands. Carter sat on the edge of the bed, hair damp, dried blood absent from his face. He'd found the skincare products in the bathroom. He looked up, his eyes red and swollen from the tears that had flowed and threatened to do so again.
And just like that, he broke again.
His composure crumbled, his tears flowing freely as he fell into Elle's waiting embrace. He clung to her like a lifeline in rough seas, his hands clutching her shirt in a last-ditch effort. Nothing could console the young Wiley, his prayers never to return to Oregon reaching the ears and hearts of the willing.
The actress didn't dare let go of him, a lump stagnating in her throat as she held back her tears the way she always had. She couldn't bring herself to send her brother back to where he came from, the weight of their scars far too heavy for them to part again.
His pain was hers, and thus her home would become his.
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television-overload · 1 year ago
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Field of Dreams
(an X-Files fanfic)
Part I
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Mulder's favorite movie inspires him to fill his seemingly endless free time with a special project shortly after moving into the Unremarkable House.
I was reading a bunch of fics about dad!Mulder and baseball, and had the sudden realization that my favorite baseball movie of all time is so Mulder-coded, that it would 100% be his favorite move too, full stop. And thus this was born. It seems all my X-Files fanfics are going to be accidents, none of them planned.
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She should have known this was coming eventually.
The well-worn VHS had been sitting on the coffee table for the last two weeks, in the living room of their new, unremarkable house.
Kevin Costner. James Earl Jones. Ray Liotta. Baseball and dreams and ghosts and time travel and the healing of broken father-son relationships...
It was his favorite movie, but for reasons so personal to him that he never spoke of it, instead claiming that Caddyshack or Plan 9 from Outer Space was his top pick if anyone asked. She'd never even known he had it until she woke one night to find him downstairs watching it alone in the dark, his face lit up by the flickering images on the screen. He said nothing, but allowed her to sink into the cushions of their shared couch beside him, curling into his side. They watched it together in silence. No words needed to be said, after all. She knew him well enough to understand what this movie meant to him. As the credits rolled, he flicked the TV off and the living room of their creaky house was enveloped in darkness once again.
He'd been lonely here at home. He tried not to let it show, but she knew anyway. It was only recently that they'd finally been able to settle down, purchase a house out in the middle of nowhere while she put her medical degree to good use. But while she was away, he was left alone with his thoughts for hours at a time, nothing but the peaceable silence of the Virginia countryside to keep him company.
There were certainly signs she should have picked up on. Dirt under his fingernails. A splotch of grease on the corner of his sleeve. The smell of gasoline on his hands when she came home from work and was welcomed with a kiss.
He wasn't sitting idly in his office all day, that much she knew.
But it wasn't your run-of-the-mill yard work he was busy with, either.
He seemed happier. She tried not to question it. For the first time since they'd moved in, he seemed more like himself, and she saw a future where they could be happy here, establishing a comfortable routine and finally getting started on living a somewhat normal life.
She came home one day to find Mulder a couple hundred feet from the house, wrestling an overgrown chain link fence with his chosen weapon of a pair of bolt cutters. He waved at her with a smile, and she felt her heart flutter. She wouldn't ask what he was up to, not yet. When he was ready, he'd let her in on his secret.
A week later, he was in the small shed behind the house, drenched in sweat but seemingly gratified at the work he was doing cutting wood planks with a hand saw and sanding them down to perfection.
Some days he wasn't even there when she pulled into the driveway, and though she missed the way he would run up to her like a puppy to welcome her home, she was glad he'd found something to pass the time that made him happy. She secretly appreciated the flush of color on his face and sweat stains on his t-shirts when he finally made his way back to the house in time for dinner, bounding up the stairs for a quick shower before joining her at the table. It was a side to him she didn't see often before, what with his white-collar job and Armani suits. He'd even acquired a thin layer of facial hair in recent days, having forgotten to shave, and she couldn't bring herself to be mad at his new rugged, manly look. In fact, she quite enjoyed it.
Scully was napping on the couch, exhausted from another long day of work, when she felt a hand on her shoulder shaking her awake.
"Scully, wake up," a soft voice spoke, "I wanna show you something."
"What's that?" she slurred, her eyes blinking open blearily. His hands cupped hers and pulled her to her feet, steadying her on her wobbly, half-asleep legs.
"Come on," he said, and he tugged her toward their back porch door.
The first wisps of crisp fall air danced across her face as she stepped into the backyard, following Mulder with her hand clasped comfortably in his.
"Where are we going, Mulder?" she finally asked. They'd passed the boundary of what she traditionally thought of as their backyard, and were now traveling down a trail through the tall, wild grass that filled their sprawling property.
"You'll see," was all he said, but she saw the gleam of enjoyment in his eye and the way the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile.
The sun had begun its retreat to the horizon, the longer days of summer beginning to fade into the shorter ones of autumn. The sky around them was painted in vivid oranges, yellows, and pinks, the aftermath of a brief storm that had passed through. The earthy, fresh scent of the air filled her lungs, and she was once again in awe of the peace they'd finally been able to find, after all they had been through together. She squeezed his hand tighter.
As they came up over the hill, she saw it.
Freshly turned dirt, darkened with moisture from the rain, in the shape of a diamond. The grass was mown short, weeds removed until it perfectly mirrored the well-manicured outfield of any respectable baseball stadium. There were wooden benches on each side of the field, set up in raised tiers so that hypothetical onlookers could see above the heads of those in front of them. And the chain link fence had been modified and built into a decent impression of a backstop behind home plate, which appeared to be made of a burlap bag of sand. Beyond the outfield, the wild grasses and flowers grew up tall, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Scully felt a tear slip from her eye, and she quickly lifted a finger to wipe it away.
"Did a ghost tell you to build this, Mulder?" she asked, the hitch in her voice betraying the emotions that laced her joke.
He smiled and pulled her into his side. She hadn't noticed the baseball jersey he wore before, but it brought back fond memories.
"Yeah, actually, but it turns out the Lone Gunmen don't have an ounce of athletic skill to spare, so it got boring pretty quick."
She let out a watery laugh, wiping more forcefully at the moisture on her cheeks before turning back to him.
"Well, are you gonna show me around?"
He grinned and took off, walking backwards toward the field with a spring in his step. As they approached the field, this field that he had built, he paused to grab something out of a dirt-encrusted wheelbarrow that sat adjacent to the tall grass. From behind his back, he produced a baseball glove and a wooden bat, offering both to her.
"You pitching or batting first, Scully?" he asked, the fire of purpose, of passion in his eyes for the first time in a long time.
She smiled and grabbed the bat, which he used to drag her giggling toward the field.
"Up to bat first is Shoeless Dana Scully, coming out of retirement after 5 years for the opening game at this unremarkable field!" Mulder narrated, the playful tone of his voice sending her back in time. She dragged her feet exaggeratedly to home plate, lifting the bat above her shoulders as Mulder took his place on the pitcher’s mound.
"Fire away, poor boy," Scully called, earning a flashing smile from the man with the glove. She had thought that somewhere along the way, between dingy motel rooms and nights spent sleeping in their car, he had lost that boyish look he sometimes had. But there it was, that carefree, life-loving look of wonderment that had only made her fall deeper in love. Her stomach did a flip.
Mulder drew back in a windup before firing a fastball right over the plate. It whooshed past, clanging into the rattling chain link fence before Scully could even blink.
"What was that, Mulder?" Scully protested, raising her palms to the air in question.
Mulder laughed, kicking the dirt with his dirty sneakers before looking back up at her.
"I know your secret, Dana Scully," he said, mischief glinting in his eye. "You were on your brother's little league team as a kid. I found the pictures in that album you keep hidden in the closet."
Scully's jaw dropped and she let out a laugh.
"You've been holding out on me, slugger."
"Well, that was a long time ago," she reasoned, doing an impressive job of hiding the fact that she was guilty as sin.
"Uh huh, I'm sure," he nodded, tossing the ball a couple times in his right hand. "Let's see what you got, babe."
An eyebrow raise.
"Like Babe Ruth."
She rolled her eyes.
Accepting her fate, Scully got in her batting stance and prepared to hit the ball. He whipped one at her, and she made contact with a satisfying crack! sending the ball soaring into the outfield.
Mulder nodded his head up and down, doing a circle around the pitchers mound as he cracked a sunflower seed between his teeth. "Yep, that's what I thought. So you mean to tell me all these years I could have been talking baseball stats with you? Scully, who's your favorite team?"
Scully rolled her eyes and dug the end of the bat in the ground, tracing shapes in the dirt. "I never actually liked baseball, Mulder, I only played cause I refused to let Bill do anything without me."
"Are you hiding any other spectacular skills I should know about? Do I need to build a magical basketball court next?"
"Magical, Mulder?" she said, raising a familiar skeptical eyebrow in his direction.
He shrugged and gestured around him. "What? This feels pretty magical to me," he answered with a wink, all that natural charm he possessed coming out in full force.
She shook her head, laughing softly at this side of him that she had missed.
"I think it's safe to say I'm not hiding any basketball skills," she spoke, gesturing at her 5'3" form.
Mulder reached down to grab another ball from the bucket beside him, idly passing it between his bare hand and his glove.
"Good, because this was a lot of work."
Dusk slowly turned into night, the cool air turning cold as they took turns batting and pitching, until they'd exhausted their stash of baseballs. They'd be lost to the darkened fields until the morning, when the sun would again illuminate the landscape.
As Mulder led her back to the house, flashlight lighting the way before them, the words from the movie echoed in her ears, as if from a disembodied voice. "Ease his pain."
She wrapped an arm around his waist, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. His hand moved in small circles on her lower back, warming her against the chill that had settled in.
Whatever regrets they had, whatever dreams were broken beyond repair, they had this. They had each other. And even if this is how things always would be, nothing more than the two of them and this unremarkable house, she would be happy. And so would he.
"Is this heaven, Mulder?" she asked, her voice soft and pensive.
Mulder smiled and pressed a kiss to her hair.
"I think it just might be."
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Anyway, the only way Field of Dreams could be more Mulder is if an alien showed up in it. I mean, it has ghosts, time travel, baseball, and difficult father-son relationships. What more could you want? Go watch it if you haven't. Even if you're not a baseball fan. The end literally makes me weep every time.
Now what are you still doing here, go watch the movie!
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depressedhouseplant · 20 days ago
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Cops & Robbers Read Along: Chapter 3
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There’s not much to this chapter honestly. I introduce another character (Sunwoo) and continue to beat the reader over the head with the fact Juyeon is in love with Younghoon. 
“What kind of fucked up shit have you gotten into that you had to call me?” Sunwoo asked when he picked up the phone. 
This is me answering the phone sometimes, ngl.
“Come over here. This is an encrypted line, but I don’t trust anything at this point,” Juyeon said. 
“Or I could just come over now before I start and set up in that faraday cage you call a basement,” Sunwoo replied.
This would be me justifying Juyeon having an x-ray machine in his basement. 100%
“How do you know what I smell like?” Younghoon asked.
“We’ve been in each other’s personal space enough. I bet you’d notice if I smelled like hospital,” Juyeon pointed out.
“I suppose you’re right,” Younghoon conceded. 
“Of course I’m right. I might send someone over to get your soap and shampoo. I need you smelling right,” Juyeon grinned.
“I’m not allowed to use your stuff?” Younghoon poked him.
“I won’t be responsible for my actions if you start smelling like me,” Juyeon said.
“You and I both know you’d control yourself because you didn’t want to hurt me. You went up the stairs at a snail’s pace,” Younghoon called his bluff.
This exchange was inspired by a since hidden or deleted Jumil mafia fic that I loved. Fortunately, I saved it to my Kindle so I’ll have it for as long as I have that Kindle, but there was an exchange in that fic regarding Hyunjae accidentally using Juyeon’s body products. I don’t think that technically counts as plagiarism, though.
“Technically you aren’t supposed to give shots in the ass anymore. Something about nerve damage,” Juyeon gently pressed the skin to find the correct spot. “Little pinch.”
This is actually medically correct information. I don’t always get things wrong. Just mostly.
“I don’t talk about it much, but I watched my dad die. He’d been shot by a rival gang and was brought back here. They couldn’t do anything for him so I watched him die on the couch,” Juyeon told him. 
“How old were you?” Younghoon tightened his grip around Juyeon’s waist. 
“Thirteen,” Juyeon whispered. 
Tragic backstory, part one. And maybe foreshadowing. Who knows? I don’t.
“Have I ever lied to you?” Juyeon asked. Younghoon reached up and traced the scar on Juyeon’s collarbone. Kevin had offered him multiple methods to fade it, but Juyeon refused. It was a reminder of the person who refused to let him go. 
“Never,” Younghoon answered. 
“Then sleep, darling,” Juyeon nuzzled the other man’s hair.
Trying to sell his feelings like the rent’s due.
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hunter-sylvester · 1 year ago
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floosies · 10 months ago
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Where the Boys Are
Mob!Steve Harrington x oc!fem reader
Fic warnings: violence, mentions of weapons, mentions of substance/verbal abuse, smut, cursing, angst, strangers to lovers (18+)
a/n: sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than the first, next chapter is going to be a long one though.
Part Two: Laughing On the Outside
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The first week back at Hawkins was fine at best, and boring at worst. Between syllabus' and ice breaker introductions Mia found herself finding sanity in her best friends. Her boyfriend was nowhere to be found most of the time and otherwise he was causing mayhem with the other varsity boys. He'd found the time to finally give her his late birthday present. It was a pink bracelet that she had sworn she'd seen in one of the arcade game prize boxes. Kevin swore though that he tried really hard in getting it and that's what should matter.
The topic found itself being brought up again at Mia's house after school days after it happened. They were gathered around the kitchen island talking about it and looking for snacks, "he's could do so much better than that! How is he on the varsity team and working with his dad but cant afford to get you some nice jewelry? I mean Macy's is right there." Her friend Jenny complained as she looked around the pantry. Rolling her eyes, Suzie shook her head in agreement as she placed a cut up apple in front on the counter, "sorry to say it Mia, its out of love, but you could do so much better. It's senior year! Find a better guy!" She knew deep down they were right, but he had always been sweet to her.
Her mother had always said it isn't the money so much as it is the meaning. However, her father had always made sure she good jewelry and clothes. She knew she couldn't say it out loud though so she simply said what she always does, "he means well. That's what counts." They rolled their eyes as always, which made her laugh because she knows they meant well, but she was just glad the conversation moved onto other things. As they moved onto other topics the doorbell went off, her mom yelled from the laundry room to go see who it was. She rolled her eyes telling her friends she'd be right back
Mia opened the door slightly to see Steve standing there, black ray bans coming off, "hey big girl. Your dad's home right? His car is in the driveway." She nodded opening the door fully. Steve took in sight of her, she had half an apple slice in her mouth and was walking around in pink socks and her school clothes still. Then he saw her friends peaking out from the kitchen. She wasn't sure why the situation felt a bit awkward, maybe not for him, but she hadn't stopped thinking about the last time they talked. How they had neared a situation that would have put her into some real trouble with her boyfriend.
Ever the charmer though, Steve said hello to her friends and chatted them up about school. The conversation ended up on her relationship again. Out of curiousity he asked them, "so what did Kevin end up getting you for birthday." Suzie and Jenny looked over at their friend with a concerned smile as she lifted her left hand displaying the plastic pink bracelet. Mia could see the smile forming on Steve's face, she knew what was coming. He was trying his best not to laugh but he couldn't help it. Instantly regretting it he apologized, "listen I'm not trying to be an asshole, it's just wow. It's cute though." He explained with a shrug, she was still frowning, but her friends simply sighed in defeat at the whole situation.
This was his moment though, so before she could push him away, he started talking again, "listen the only reason I ask is because I didn't get you a gift-" she cut him off, "we didn't really know each other it's okay-" he cut her off, "that's not how I was brought up little girl." To which she pouted but he pulled a small white rectangular leather case from his pant's pocket, "I'm not sure if you want to open it now, but this is my late gift, I'm sorry I didn't come prepared better last time." She rolled her eyes playfully, taking the gift from his hold. Her friends looked at her with hopeful eyes, egging her on to open it, she giggled, "alright! Alright! Hold on!" Carefully she opened the case revealing a beautiful white gold watch. The look on her face was everything, her eyes looked like bambi as they looked up at him, "Steve this is..." speechless, he left her speechless. Her friends looked at him impressed.
Mia tenderly and carefully pulled the watch out, before she could, he helped her, "here sweetheart let me." He began to adjust the watch on her right hand, "it's a gold tone diamond watch. It looked like it would suit you well." She simply nodded along, in her mind thinking this is what she had expected from her boyfriend, not her dad's employee. Still this is what she had been waiting for, a reminder that how she was treated as girl would continue into her womanhood. Maybe it was selfish but even her friends were smiling and happy for her at the moment. As he finished clasping the watch, she stepped back admiring it on her wrist, "it's so beautiful! Thank you Steve!" He didn't have time to react before she engulfed him in a hug, what else could he do but hug her back, he knew he was winning by a long shot. Smoothly he said, "eh it's no biggie. You only turn eighteen once, gotta make it memorable." The moment didn't last though, her mother's voice rang from the hall, "Mia who was it?" She walked into the kitchen to see Steve standing there beside her daughter, "afternoon Mrs. Romano, just here to see your husband. Sorry I got caught up in the chit chat." She smiled at Steve, "he's in his office in the garage." Steve nodded and started walking towards the hall where she pointed at with her arm, leaving the girls to have something new to talk about.
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The gift giving had happened all about a week and a half ago, and still she found herself admiring it. Kevin had asked who had gifted her the watch and she said Steve, not really knowing how he would react. The indifference to hearing it came from him didn't leave her mind. Maybe he was just confident in their loyalty to one another, or maybe he just didn't care. She wanted to believe the first, it was her unintentional flaw when it came to love, especially since he had been the only guy she had ever dated. Sure she'd heard from her friends that other guys found her cute or whatever, but one thing she learned from her family especially was that loyalty meant everything.
Unbeknownst to her though, there was more that was happening. Steve knew he had somewhat of an advantage on the kid, but Mia was far too kind to hurt him any way. Was it wrong of him to keep tabs on her? Possibly, but he couldn't be too certain of anything. The watch was both a educated guess and a miracle, but he knew now that even her friends despised the guy so why not continue doing what he does best and keep an eye on her. The kid working under him was dating Suzie, had he known that earlier maybe he could have some better information, but better late than never.
Word spreads quickly within the young of Hawkins and there was going to be a house party after first pep rally of the school year. Of course, Mia and her friends were going to go, apparently the kid even promised to get Mia back home before midnight and there would be no funny business, guess he still hadn't broken up with her. Steve knew his boss was just showing face to avoid trouble with people who had no clue what really went on. Still high schoolers want the good times to roll, so he knew who would be there to spread the good times, and so, Eddie who also worked for his father was noted to keep an eye out for her and her friends while he worked the party, but her boyfriend could fend for himself. Parties though an interesting thing because no one really knows what could happen regardless of all the planning in the world.
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metal-lords · 11 months ago
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hunter-sylvester · 10 months ago
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Special interest activated, here's more than you probably bargained for: In no particular order (also they're all Ao3 links, hope that's ok)
to be with you by elkdiaries | T | Hunter x Kevin, pretty fluffy imo, 2.5k words. Description: In which Hunter Sylvester realizes that it’s been his best friend all along.
the cracks appear by nerakrose | T | Hunter x Clay, 1.6k words. Description: Hunter is waiting to be discharged from hospital after breaking his leg when Clay turns up. It's not a ship I typically to go for myself but it's cute and fluffy.
Friends, Lovers, Ex-Lovers: Whatever by anything_thats_rock_and_roll | T | Polyflower, 16k words. I must admit I haven't read this one in full because polyflower just isn't my ship. BUT I trust that Jay has done a wonderful job.
hic et nunc by Orphan Account | M | Hunter x Ray, 1.7k words. The only fic currently in the tag for that ship. I really love it.
rot by Orphan Account | M | SH, Hunter x Kevin, 2.8k words. It's darker but I love it.
(I have a few orphaned fics bookmarked on my Ao3 that are all this style and I love them a lot but they do tend to lean a little darker than just fluff. So if you're into that they're phenomenal but if you're not that's totally understandable.)
Not to be a shameless self-promoter but I have also written a handful of Metal Lords fics myself, and still have various Metal Lords WIPs that I'm actively working on too. (The following 3 are all completed tho)
Infinitesimally small and unforgivably burdensome by me | T | Hunter x Kevin. 2.4k words Hunter is sick and Kevin takes care of him. Within my works this is a lighter one.
Does it get better? | M | SH, ftm Hunter, Hunter x Kevin. Stranger Things Crossover. 27k words I guess you found this one already lol
Candy Apples & Razor Blades | M | SH, halloween fic, cheating. 8.3k words This one has more graphic descriptions of SH than DIGB and is "spicier" I guess 😅 altho it's still not remotely close to being "smut".
There's more but I'd feel like a dick just listing every Metal Lords fic I've written here as a rec. You found my Ao3 and everything I've done is also listed in my pinned post as a masterlist so this was more about fics I'd rec from other people, but yeah, hope you have fun in this relatively tiny fandom 🤘
Finally watched Metal Lords
And it's an awesome movie
Loved it
I currently have no coherent thoughts about it, so I have no specifics rn, but I'll figure out how to put them to words eventually
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gra-antee · 6 years ago
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Somebody asked if I had a story about that picture from the party episode and I accidentally deleted the ask, sorry, here it is;
Yep!
Are you sure we belong here?
It was Ray's close friend birthday, and Ray always would go there alone.
But not that night.
Kevin sighed sighed, looking at the mirror.
- Raymond, are you sure it's a good idea? I mean, I know you want to come, but I don't know anyone in there and we're not sure if people will accept it, and-
- Kevin, I assure you, it will be alright. I told you many times that you shouldn't think so much about what will others say. If anyone dares to touch you, I'll protect you and you know that, if that happens well immideatly go home. Just try not to worry and have fun, I'll be there with you the whole time. - Holt turned to his boyfriend, placing his hands on Kevin's shoulders.
- yeah... maybe... - Kevin said, sighing.
He was afraid. He never could even simply start holding hands with Raymond on public, even if he truly wanted to. Sometimes, fortunately, Ray took the initiative. Kevin was glad Holt wasn't as scared as he was.
- We will be fine, - Raymond smiled softly and kissed his boyfriend's forehead. Cozner let out a little smile.
Everything is going to be just fine.
Right?...
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Kevin was nervous as hell, but he took Raymond's hand and walked in the building. Now the light, people and music surrounded him. Cozner stepped a little closer to Holt, hugging his arm.
- There are so many people in here... - He said silently.
Raymond wasn't quick enough to respond - mostly because someone appeared in front of them.
- Raymond! - The man smiled widely.
- Hello, Henry. I congratulate you with this date, - Raymond said politely.
- Thank you. I see you're not alone for the first time? - Henry smiled even wider.
- Yes, his is my boyfriend, Kevin. Kevin, this is Henry, - Ray said, introducing the two.
- Greetings. My congratulations, - said Kevin pretty quietly.
- Thank you, I'm glad you two here. Please, come in, - Henry led them to the living room, then he had to leave them to speak with someone.
- See? I told you it wont be that bad. - Holt said, looking at his boyfriend.
- It sounds stupid, but I still have a bad feeling. - Cozner shook his head, still not letting go of Ray.
Actually, it really wasn't that bad. For some time they were talking with each other, then someone joined their conversation and didn't even seem disgusted by being around them. Kevin started (mostly made himself) to relax a bit. Maybe everything really will be okay. Maybe his intuition was wrong.
They were drinking and talking. Raymond told his best jokes, and now Kevin almost forgot about his fear, just wanting to be near this man for all his life. These eyes, an almost invisible, and yet soft smile, his personality and just every part of him.
It all belongs to Kevin. And every part of Kevin belongs to Ray. And Kevin didn't really mind it.
Raymond rarely believed that everything could go very very wrong, yet he didn't exclude this option. But he felt that his boyfriend is really a bit too pessimistic and scared about these things. Now it's legal and now some people do understand that. Even if no, Ray will be able to protect both of them - he's a policeman, for God's sake!
And he won't let anything happen to HIS Kevin. Kevin will be happy and safe, he will laugh and smile, and no one will touch him.
Ray looked at the woman, who stared at them in complete shock.
And disgust.
Kevin still didn't notice her. Maybe it's even better if he won't.
Raymond now felt how almost everybody were looking at them. Is that the feeling that Kevin gets when he's in a situation like that?
It's not pleasant. And Holt saw Cozner notice something happening.
Kevin squeezed his hand a bit, after the man who was talking to them had gone.
- Are you sure we belong here? - He asked quietly, looking around at the people's judging looks.
- Don't worry. Of course we belong here. - Raymond responded, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's shoulder.
Henry saved the situation, joining them. Kevin sighed with relief.
Mostly the man was talking to Holt - Ray could understand, why. Kevin is nervous, scared and he's in the new company. Cozner never talked too much in these situations.
- Kevin, would you tell me about yourself? While talking to Raymond I heard about you, you seem to be quite interesting to talk to, - Henry smiled widely, turning his face to Cozner.
- Uh, alright... Well, I was a journalist in New York Times, but recently I've got the work in Columbia University. Now I'm a PHD.
- How'd you two meet? - Henry asked, still smiling.
- Didn't I tell you already, like, two times? - Raymond raised an eyebrow.
- Shush, I want to hear this story from him too, you know how much I'm curious about this! - Henry laughed and then looked at Kevin.
- O-okay. Well, while I was a journalist, I needed to ask him a few questions about work. That's when we first talked to each other. His answers got me in stitches, heh. Then...
While Kevin continued talking, Ray was looking at him, lost in thoughts. He didn't even realize that he was smiling. He couldn't believe his happiness - Kevin is right in front of him, safe and happy. He watched Cozner let his gaze away, shrugging his shoulders and just simply breathing, and every move of him was the most charming thing Ray could ever imagine. And it all belongs to him.
- Ahh, you guys are really cute together, never thought I would say "cute" about Raymond, - Henry shook his head.
- Ehh, thank you, I guess, - Kevin smiled a bit. Holt smiled softly too and squished his hand a little.
Henry smiled, and then some woman stepped to him.
- Oh my God, I was looking for everywhere, Jenny, where have you been? Kevin, this is my wife - Jennifer, Jenny, this is Raymond's boyfriend, Kevin, - he introduced them.
Kevin wasn't quick enough to say something, as Jennifer asked in shock:
- Wait, boyfriend?
- Uhh.. Jenny, you knew Raymond is gay... - Henry seemed a bit embarrassed about his wife's attitude. He looked at Ray and Kevin, like he was trying to mentally say sorry.
- Yes, but I thought he'd change his mind, really, - she said with interest.
Kevin and Ray looked at each other.
- It's not something you can change your mind about, - Holt said neatly.
- Nah, you just didn't understand that yet, guys, - Jennifer smiled.
- But don't worry, I can help you two find someone so that you can be normal again! - The women said enthusiastically.
- W-we don't need anyone else!.. We have each other and that's all that we need! - Kevin wasn't angry, he sounded more scared.
- Jenny, please, let's go and talk about this, ok? Let's go... - Henry pulled his wife away, whispering "I'm sorry" to Ray and Kevin.
Cozner hugged his shoulders, looking down.
- I knew it would happen... - He said quietly.
- Don't worry, Kevin, everything is fine, - Raymond patted his boyfriend's shoulder.
- Stay strong. If you can't do in by anyway, I promise we'll go home, alright? - Holt lifted Kevin's head, placing his hand on Cozner's chin.
- Okay. I'll try to. - Kevin sighed and straightened his back, looking in Raymond's eyes.
Though it wasn't that easy. As they started to speak with people, many of them just walked away, going like "ew" or something.
Only a few people they met didn't seem to be disgusted. At least something.
- Ohhhh, guys, I have an idea! Couples group photo?
- Henry, we do that all the time, - Jennifer shook her head.
- Well, we've got Raymond and Kevin now, Ray never was in there before! Come on, we did that every year, why not? - Henry smiled.
- Uhhh, no, thank you. Not this time, - some man who Kevin and Ray met earlier and who turned to be homophobic too, said.
- I'm out.
- I have to go...
That left only a few people. Even they did demand not to be near these two, they agreed only because Henry insisted.
- I told you we don't belong here, - Kevin said quietly.
- And I heard you, - Holt nodded.
Henry really tried to convince them to join, at first Kevin didn't want to, but then they just gave up, Henry was pretty active and said "please" too many times.
- Huh. That's our first photo together, - Raymond said, looking at the picture.
- Right... I completely forgot about that we didn't have any photos where we are together, - Kevin took Holt's hand.
- We do now.
- Shall we take it?
- Of course.
The rest of the night was quite good. Until...
Kevin relaxed a bit, nothing bad happened after the photo. He went to take him and Raymond something to drink, feeling confident now.
Someone grabbed his elbow and he gasped - it did hurt.
He turned to see who was that and felt that he was pressed to the wall pretty hard.
- Ow! What-
- Don't show your homo shit in public, you fag! You two are fucking psychos! If I see you again doing that shit, I swear, I'll-
Kevin didn't remember quite well what happened next. He remembered Raymond showing up, he was already having a nosebleed - these guys tried to beat him up too, but as Kevin saw Ray punching the guy, who was holding him, he understood that Raymond was able to fight with them.
He remembered screams, remembered Henry trying to calm them down, remembered how he was trying to pull Raymond away from the guy, while Holt was aggressively saying something and while Henry was holding the man.
He remembred already sitting in the car, sacred, holding Raymond's hand and wiping the blood off his face.
He remembered getting home, helping with Holt's wounds, telling that he shouldn't have putted quite a fight because of him and hearing Ray saying that he would die for him.
- Don't you dare, I'll get up there and kill you once more if you'll do that, you got me?! - Kevin said with a shaking voice.
- If you'll be able to fight me, I'm still stronger. - Raymond chuckled, sitting straight in front of Kevin.
- My anger is terrifying. - Mumbled Cozner.
- Aww, yes, sure, - Ray teased him, getting a very light push from Kevin. And still, Cozner was smiling.
- Did you get hurt? - Holt asked.
- You're asking that for the third time, Raymond. I'm alright, - Kevin said, hugging him.
- I just wanted to make sure, because you are rather stubborn and I know that sometimes you can lie just not to make me fell worried for you and your state.
- You always can detect if I'm lying, we've been through this.
- That's true too. Not looking at the fight, did you like the party?
- ...I think yes. I thought it would be much worse, but it was quite... fun. And we got out first picture together.
- Then I'll save it, if you like it so much.
- I'd be glad if you do this.
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bingpot-hotdamn · 3 years ago
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Yea I’m sorry I made this but it’s happened
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specialagentlokitty · 8 months ago
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Heyy, So i know you don’t write for Holt (Brooklyn Nine Nine) But i was wondering if you could make an exception? A Raymond Holt x male reader where instead of Ray being married to Kevin he’s married to reader instead n readers Jake’s big brother but jake doesn’t know readers married to holt and he finds out? if not it’s ok!! I love youre work and make sure to drink lots of water!!
So I don’t actually write for Holt, but I’d be more than happy to try and give this a shot!
Usually he’s not a character I would write for, but I do like holt he’s an amazing character! And I know it’s probably hard to find fics for him
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nocturnal-milk-dud · 4 years ago
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Nocturnal-Milk-Dud’s Masterlist
Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales
Goodnight, Frankie
Morning Light
Someone To Take Care of You
Call Me
There’s No More Room In Hell (Frankie Morales and Dawn Of The Dead)
Somebody’s Got A Case Of The Mondays (Frankie Morales and Cooties)
Ray Merrimen
The Man in The Mask
It’s Lovely Down In The Woods Today, But Safer To Stay At Home (Ray Merrimen and Friday the 13th)
Our Business Is Life Itself (Ray Merrimen and Resident Evil)
Horacio Carrillo
Man Made of Stone
Desperate Measures
Tender Acts (A Horacio Carrillo Imagine)
What’s The Bad News (Horacio Carrillo and Dawn Of The Dead)
It’s Too Quiet In This Room (Vampire!Carrillo)
Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon
Unfinished Business
Black Lace and Wine
These Klowns, Honey, Gonna Make You Die (Benny Magalon and Killer Klowns From Outer Space)
Send In The Klowns (Benny Magalon and Killer Klowns From Outer Space)
Kevin 'KJ' Jimenez
How Good It Is
Ossie Mejía
After Tonight
Golden As They Come
Where Did My Lover Go? (Ossie Mejia Request)
Obispo 'Bishop' Losa
Let Me
Troubled Minds
Say It (part two to Troubled Minds)
One Last Time-Right?
His Name Is Trouble
Someone Could Lose A Heart Tonight (Bishop Losa and Near Dark)
Juice Ortiz
You're A Natural
Neron 'Creeper' Vargas
Playing Games
Walt Breslin
Don't Know How To Be Alone (A Walt Breslin Drabble)
William “Ironhead” Miller
Designated Driver
Operation NESTWRECKER (Will Miller and Resident Evil)
It’s Because I Love You Most Of All (Will Miller and Fear Street)
Hassan el-Shabbaz
Room For Two
Angel Reyes
There’s No Way He Has A License (Angel Reyes and Gremlins)
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thesantiagoperaltas · 4 years ago
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9 teenagers, 9 real life stories.It’s sort of like skins but not
((Set in modern day and corona free, characters are 18/19)) it’s also uk based so expect years rather than grades etc
FULL VERSION HERE
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glasvera · 2 years ago
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In the Rain (Day 3)
Kevin x Fem!Boss/Boss Lys
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Hi hello!! I ended up not liking how this turned out, so I have a longer, fluffier, smuttier rewrite of this fic. You can find it here!!!
Description: The Boss finds herself stuck outside in the pouring rain after an unfortunate yet ironic turn of events in which her car gets stolen in the middle of the desert. She’s soaked, in the middle of nowhere, and only has about 10% left on her phone, so she’s gotta make this call count.
Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!!), lots of cursing, unprotected sex, light bondage, car sex
A/N: I'm never gonna finish these if I keep writing so much, but dammit I needed to get this out of my system. Also the new Saints Row reboot is fun and people are just cowards.
Word Count: 4290
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“Shit! Shit! Fucking fuck shit!”
Her heel stamped several times in emphasis, kicking up mud as the rain continued to soak through her clothing. Lys tried desperately to wipe her phone screen off with a part of her shirt that wasn’t completely drenched, hunching over it as she tried to give herself cover and swipe through her contacts. She groaned in frustration as the water droplets dragged across the touch screen, swiping up furiously before the various drops brought her scrolling to a stop. She sighed in relief upon seeing “Kev” before tapping on it over and over until it finally went through to a calling screen.
“Come on, pick up pick up pick up…” she chanted as she paced back and forth, looking around her for some semblance of shelter. Spotting a small outcropping of rock a few hundred feet away, she started jogging over to it as the phone continued to ring.
Rain wasn’t exactly common in Santo Ileso, and certainly not to this extent of a downpour. Couple that with the fact that some random fucker had stolen her ride, and her afternoon had suddenly gotten a lot shittier.
“Yo, Lys!” She nearly dropped her phone in surprise when Kevin’s voice finally spoke through the speaker and felt her stomach flip. “What’s up?”
“Kev!” she responded ecstatically as she scrambled to get a better hold on her phone.
He chuckled over the line, “That’s my name. Need something?”
“Some fucker stole my ride. I’m out in the middle of the fucking desert but my phone’s about to die,” she spoke, exasperated and breathing heavily as she finally cowered beneath the overhang of the giant rust-colored rock archway. Her head thumped against the rough stone behind her as she relaxed slightly.
“Alright alright hold on. Send me your location and I’ll be right there, bud,” he reassured her, his calm and even voice soothing her more than she thought it would.
She nodded before realizing he obviously couldn’t see her doing that. “Yeah, yeah I, uh… yeah. Alright. Thanks, Kev,” she replied as she put him on speaker while texting him the information.
“Aaaaand got it,” he stated as the text went through. “Hold tight. I’ll be right there.”
“You’re a fucking lifesaver, Kev,” she sighed out as she rested a hand on her forehead.
“Yeah, yeah. You can thank me later,” he replied, and she swore she could hear him smile on the other line before the call ended. She felt a heat bloom in her cheeks that definitely wasn’t thanks to the Santo Ileso heat.
When Kevin finally drove up about ten minutes later, she was leaning against the rock wringing out the water from her jacket. 
“Sorry, I would have been here sooner, but I figured you’d appreciate it if I brought a change of clothes and laid some towels down on the seats.” She couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness. He hopped out of the car and ran over towards her, unfolding an umbrella as he held it over his head. When he got a closer look at her, however, he nearly choked at the sight. “Shit, boss. You really uh… got pretty drenched, huh?”
Santo Ileso weather was usually unforgiving and left you sweating your ass off, so she’d planned today’s wardrobe around the sun beating its rays on her back. One pair of black cross pasties and a thin white tank top later, the rain had now compromised the upper portion of her outfit so that she was all but exposed as the wet fabric clung desperately to her skin. What had initially been the result of a decision to prevent chafing without wearing a full bra was now the only thing keeping her nipples from being on full display through her shirt.
Lys noticed his barely concealed staring and crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh come on! You walk around shirtless all the time. Quit the staring,” she chastised as she smoothed out the miniskirt that was stuck to her thighs. “Can we please just get back to the church?” she pleaded as she nodded her head in the direction of the car.
Kevin snapped out of it and nodded his head. “Yeah, of course Boss. Sorry about that,” he replied sheepishly as he held the umbrella over her. “Let’s go home.”
Determined to be more of a gentleman after being caught staring, he moved to open the door to the back seat as he ushered her inside. Just as he’d said, plush towels were strewn across the seats and a dry shirt and pants lay folded on the opposite side.
“Figured I’d let you get changed on the way back if you wanted. The sooner you get out of those clothes, the better right?” he offered as he closed the door for her and hopped into the driver’s seat before taking a swig of the cola bottle he’d left in the drink holder.
“Kev, if you wanted to get me naked you could have asked sooner,” she joked as she pulled off her boots and began to peel off her stockings.
He coughed and sputtered, nearly spitting his drink as he pounded a fist on his chest and cleared his throat. “That’s not what I meant!”
“Calm down, Kev. I’m just teasing,” she smirked but couldn’t help but bite her lip at the implications of her own jest. Of course she found him attractive. He was nearly perfect boyfriend material to begin with, what with his cooking skills and caring personality, and goodness knows he was incredibly easy on the eyes.
His eyes flashed up at the rearview mirror for a moment and his breath hitched in his throat as he watched her reveal the skin of her thighs from beneath her stockings. He shook his head to clear it as he started to pull out of the dusty lot.
To say Kevin’s car wasn’t built for off-roading was an understatement. Lys was having a hard enough time trying to change in the back of the small car to begin with, but the mud, rocks and debris scattering the desert did little to help as she bounced around the backseat. When she moved to take her tank top off, the fabric kept twisting and getting stuck as she bumped around.
“Fuck! I should have just waited until you got on the road,” she thought aloud as she finally started to get it over her head. One particularly bad bump shot her up several inches as she had it at her elbows and, much to her chagrin, the fabric caught on the clasp of her chain necklace and held fast.
“Shit!” She tried to tug on it, but to no avail as the sturdy metal held onto the now almost rope-like fabric of her twisted shirt. “Fuck me…” she sighed as her arms were pinned above her head.
“You okay back there?” Kevin asked, trying not to look as he kept nearly all his attention on not slipping and sliding along the dirt path that was slick from the rain.
“Yeah, I’m-” she started to speak, but one of the tires hit another rock big enough to get a little air as she yelped, somehow managing to land her tank-top trapped arms around the headrest of the seat behind her. “Okay! Nope! Not good!”
“Shit, alright. I’m pulling over.”
Lys realized her situation and who she was with and backpedaled immediately. “No it’s okay! We can just wait until we get back. I can get Neenah to help me,” she offered, but he didn’t hear her over the sound of the radio and the rain as it started coming down harder, almost deafening as it pitter pattered on the metal roof of the car. She let out an exasperated sigh and a curse, hanging her head in embarrassing defeat as she waited for him to find a place to pull over.
Kevin spotted an abandoned, rusty trailer with a carport and drove beneath it, sheltering him from the rain as he got out of the car, his shoes splashing in the mud as he stepped over to the back door. He felt his entire face flush red as he opened the door and covered his eyes as he tried to erase the image of Lys, one of his best friends and boss, restrained with her arms above her head and only pasties covering her chest as she tried desperately to retain her lower modesty by clamping her thighs together beneath her skirt.
He turned away from her, waving his other hand as if he could wipe the image burned into his memory that way. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean-”
“Just shut up and please get me untangled from this shit!” she snapped, her voice coming out harsher than she meant in her embarrassing predicament, and he flinched. She winced, trying to compose herself. “Please?”
“Here I’ll just…” he turned back and braced a hand on the doorframe as he leaned forward, “I’ll keep my eyes closed and…” his other hand, removed from his face as his eyes remained shut, reached out aimlessly until it found the back of the seat as he leaned into the vehicle. “You just tell me where I need to move my hand, okay?”
The boss nearly snorted at his idea, but she was far too focused on the way he hovered over her nearly naked body, his beautiful chest and tattoos on full display just a foot or two away from her. She was pretty sure she’d give up just about anything right now to free her hands and run them up and down his torso. Her eyes followed the tattoo on his left shoulder, admiring the detail and the way it outlined his muscles as his arms flexed to hold his weight above her. His smell was intoxicating as well, clean like the bodywash he used and fresh yet spiced from his deodorant.
She tried to compose herself as she looked up at her tank-top bindings. “Just try to reach the headrest of the far seat. My tank-top got rolled up around it.”
“You got it, boss.” He held onto the back seat as he removed his hand from the doorframe, but the rainwater had flowed beneath the carport and the shift in his weight caused his foot to slide backwards. “Shit!” He tried desperately to catch his fall but landed right on top of her with a soft thud, his face between her tits as she gasped in surprise. “Fuck, this is, shit, Lys I am so sorry.”
She’d never felt her face and chest flush this much, even in all of her years in the Santo Ileso heat. “I-It’s fine Kev. We’ve lived together long enough. Don’t worry about it,” she tried to convince him as well as herself. “Just, uh, could you get up a little please? You’re crushing me,” she chuckled slightly.
“Oh! Yeah, of course.” He pushed himself off of her, eyes open now as he looked down at her. All of his thoughts were starting to come from a totally different head now.
“Eyes are up here, Kev,” she joked.
His gaze traveled up to meet her own. “Pasties, huh?”
She blushed but shrugged her shoulders as much as she could, turning her head to the side to avoid his eyes. “Easier than a bra some days,” she replied honestly.
“Not gonna lie, they’re kinda hot,” he admitted as he brought one of his arms up to attempt to free her.
Maybe it was all of the dumb “your mom” or “your face” jokes she’d grown accustomed to making with her friends, but for whatever reason she couldn’t stop the knee-jerk reaction as she blurted out, “Yeah well, your face is kinda hot.” She instantly regretted it and wished a bolt of lightning would come out of nowhere and strike her right on the spot.
He froze in his movements before looking back at her with a raised brow as the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. “Oh really?”
Fuck me and my stupid big mouth.
“Sh-shut up! It was just a joke. You know how much I say that shit. It’s like an instinct,” she rambled as she squirmed uncomfortably beneath him. Her skin felt like it was crawling and she was sure this was it. This was how she was going to die. She was going to die of embarrassment, half naked, in the back of her best friend’s car.
He frowned with an adorable, overexaggerated pout, completely oblivious to her woes. “So you don’t think I’m hot?”
Kevin’s face hovered inches from her own and he placed a hand on her cheek, turning her head to face him. She let out a shaky breath as her eyes darted down to his lips. “I-I didn’t, that is…”
Fuck this.
She leaned up as best as she was able, closing the distance as she brought her lips to his. Kevin inhaled sharply as he held her face in his hand, his fingers moving to hold the back of her head as he slanted his mouth over hers. His other hand moved from the back of the seat to hold her by the waist, and she slowly opened her legs as he more comfortably positioned himself between them.
“Well, that’s new,” he chortled as they parted the kiss to breathe for a moment. She laughed and nodded in agreement, loving the way his smile lit up his face.
Lust fogged her mind as she felt the hard outline of him through his pants pressing against her. “I don’t mind new,” she replied, her tone turning sultry as he leaned down to kiss her again. She pulled desperately against her makeshift bindings to touch him, but it still wouldn’t give. Kevin chuckled softly against her lips as he felt her struggle, pulling away slightly to get a better look. His fingers traced delicately up her arm, goosebumps following in their wake as she shuddered beneath him. He undid her necklace and gave the shirt a half-hearted tug before holding his hand up in mock defeat.
“Looks like you’re stuck here for a while…” he teased as he brushed the soft skin of her lower lip with his thumb, “Whatever should I do with you?”
She chewed on her lip as he applied light pressure to it, raising one of her legs to wrap around his ass as she pulled him in, forcing him to grind into her. He let out a strangled groan at the contact and his eyes screwed shut for a second. She might not have the use of her arms, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t find other ways to tease him. His lips crashed into hers once more, and she loved the way he moaned into her mouth as they grinded against each other.
“I think you know exactly what to do,” she whispered into the kiss, crossing her legs together behind his back.
“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully against her lips, the vibration tickling slightly, “I think what I know is that you’re completely soaking the front of my pants,” he chuckled.
She flushed and her eyes widened, taken aback. “I’m not that wet-”
He laughed, “No, Lys. Your skirt is still drenched.”
She pursed her lips in response, embarrassed by her assumption as she snorted slightly. “Right. Duh.”
His laughter died down and the hand that was at her wrists ghosted down her side as he toyed with the waistband of her skirt. “Want me to help with that?” he smiled coyly as he gave it a soft tug.
Fuck yes.
“I think if you don’t help me, I’ll find a way to kick you out of this car and leave you in the rain,” she joked as he giggled against her chest, peppering kisses along the exposed skin there. With both hands, he slowly pulled the damp fabric down her legs as his kisses grew more and more heated against her flesh. Her back arched and she let out a shuddery breath as he kissed around the outline of her panties, gazing up at her with lust-darkened eyes.
He sat up, drawing a whine from her at the loss of contact as she lifted her hips and he finished removing her skirt. His eyes roamed up and down her body brazenly, letting out a whistle as his gaze trailed along the curves of her hips and breasts.
“You are absolutely gorgeous, you know that?” he admired, placing his hands on her thighs as he massaged his thumbs into the skin just below the juncture of her hips.
Her eyes were half-lidded as she looked up at him. His well-toned body was beautiful in the low light of the overcast skies and small dome light of his car. The defined “v” of his hip bones disappeared tantalizingly beneath his athletic pants, leading her eye to the barely concealed tent of his hard-on.
When her gaze finally trailed back up to his face, she was left breathless by the look of adoration on his face. His eyes were softer and his mouth was curved into a gentle smile.
“You’re one to talk,” she muttered as she laughed softly. “Like fucking Adonis with those abs.”
He barked out a laugh at the comparison, the sound echoing off the metal of the carport as he shook his head at her. “That’s a new one.” He leaned over her again, his hands traveling up her sides to cup her breasts and squeeze them together. His lips left wet, open mouth kisses against the cleavage he’d created as Lys’s breath quickened. Picking at the edges of her pasties, he blinked up at her with a question in his eyes. “Is it gonna be a pain in the ass if I take these off?”
She laughed, her breath shaky as goosebumps continued to litter her skin under his touch. “That’s a problem for later me,” she responded carelessly as she wiggled from side to side.
He smirked at her reply before gently peeling them off and setting them on the console. He immediately returned his attention to her breasts, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth as she moaned at the sudden feeling. His tongue swirled around one bud as he pinched the other between his fingers, twisting slightly as she bucked her hips up into him.
“Kev…” she whimpered weakly as he toyed with her body, “please…”
“Please what?” he asked, tugging her nipple a little harder as she keened, the sound going straight to his groin. He was pretty sure the noises she was making were better than any music he could ever create.
“Just fuck me already!” she pleaded as she tried desperately to find friction against his clothed crotch.
He chortled at her impatience as he complied, sliding his pants and underwear down his thighs as his erection sprang free. She couldn’t help but ogle at him as he fully revealed himself to her, her need to touch him reaching previously insurmountable heights. Reading her face and the way she struggled beneath him, he finally reached up, unhooking her shirt from the headrest and unraveling it from around her wrist. No longer being held up by her bindings, she slumped against the seat and breathed a sigh of relief before wrapping her arms around his neck and yanking him down to kiss her. His exposed cock rubbed deliciously against the lace of her panties, feeling herself grow impossibly wetter as they both moaned into the kiss. 
She shoved her tongue into his mouth, caressing his as she began to take control and tugged softly at his hair. He gasped into her mouth before pulling away, sitting up as he positioned himself on his knees with her ass resting up on his thighs. Slipping her panties to the side, he lined himself up with her entrance as she gripped his forearms to ground herself. He slowly slid his cock in, groaning as she slowly took him all in. Lys felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of her, her lips parted in a silent moan as she adjusted to the stretch as well as the angle. He made eye contact with her in a silent plea to continue, his eyes searching hers for any discomfort. When she gave him an enthusiastic nod, he slowly began to thrust in and out of her.
“Fuck…” he cursed, sweat beading on his brow.
“We,” she gasped as he hit a particular spot inside of her, “we should have done this sooner.”
His fingers dug into her hips as he held her up, hunching over her as his breathing grew more labored. “Was always scared to,” he admitted, his eyebrows knitting together as he lost himself in the feeling of being inside of her, “always worried, fuck, didn’t wanna ruin anything.”
She threw her head back as he continued pounding into her, smiling at his ever present thoughtfulness. “And here I thought I wasn’t your type,” she teased as she rubbed her hands along his forearms soothingly. “I’d been waiting for you to ask for, fuck, forever.”
He laughed between thrusts, matching his pace to the beat of the song playing on the radio. “Guess it’s a good thing you called me today then.”
Her laughter was like music to his ears. He flattened a palm on her stomach as he began to rub circles into her clit with his thumb. He could feel himself getting close, but he’d be damned if he didn’t make her finish first.
“Fuck, yes! Right there, Kevin… don’t stop! Fuck,” she cried out as he fucked her into the backseat of his car. She leaned up, cupping his face gently as she pulled him down to kiss her again. Her moans turned into high pitched whines against his mouth as she got closer to her orgasm, arms draped around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist as she clung to him like her life depended on it. He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against hers, panting as he picked up his pace with the beat of the music. The sounds of the heavy bass mingled with the sound of skin slapping on skin as the windows of the car grew opaque with condensation.
“Where do you want me to…?” he asked breathily, afraid that if he didn’t say something now he wouldn’t be able to stop in time.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she gasped and moaned. “In-Inside me,” she whined as he increased the pressure on her clit. “Pill. It’s okay,” she breathed.
He shuddered at her response, more than happy to oblige. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he used what remained of his strength to lift her up and piston in and out of her at a blinding pace, burying his face into her neck as she began to scream his name. For the first time today, he was thankful that they were in the middle of nowhere so that he could hear these beautiful sounds unabashedly escaping her throat as he grunted his own. 
“Kevin, I think I’m, oh shit,” she whimpered as he kept up the unrelenting pace. He felt the way her walls fluttered and clamped down on him, seeing stars as he tried desperately to hurry them both to the finish line.
“That’s… that’s it,” he gasped out, his breathing heavy as it blew hot on her neck, “cum for me, Lys.” He shifted his thrusts so that they were more intense, snapping his hips against her and forcing her to feel every inch of him as he kept rubbing circles into her clit. Her moans grew higher and higher in pitch as he felt her tighten around him to the point where he struggled to keep moving inside her. Knowing she needed one final push, he lifted his head up and crashed his lips into hers as she squeaked in surprise, slotting his mouth against her as he devoured her in a heated kiss.
Her body convulsed as the coil finally snapped, one hand tangled in his short black hair as the other clawed at his back. She screamed into his mouth as her whole body shivered, and he groaned as he kept his pace a few seconds more before unloading himself deep within her. She was still twitching from the aftershocks, and he vaguely registered a wet feeling against his abs that was entirely new and not from her clothes.
Resting his weight on top of her, he nuzzled his face against her cheek as they both came down from their high. Both of their chests heaved as they struggled to return to a normal state of breathing, content to lie silently while the radio continued to jam in the background.
“That was…” the Boss began after a moment, unsure of how exactly to describe the bliss she’d just experienced. “I think I squirted.”
Kevin laughed, his chest rumbling against hers as the sound thrummed pleasantly in her ears. “You’re welcome?”
She giggled. “Yeah. Guess I owe you even more now.”
He leaned himself up on his elbows, brushing a piece of hair out of her face as he looked at her lovingly. “Don’t worry about it,” he started, but then he glanced up in thought, “unless, of course, this was only part one of several…?” he offered tentatively.
“Oh Kev…” she shook her head with a grin.
“What?”
“If you thought that was a one time thing, you were sorely mistaken,” she reassured him.
He smiled wide and gave her a chaste peck on the lips. “Then I’m happy to be wrong.”
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hunter-sylvester · 6 months ago
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I thought I should let you know I am waiting for a Ray/Hunter fic after the flirting in Candy Apples & Razor Blades. I NEED it 😫
That will absolutely happen. 100% it will happen.
Okay so as is this has been sitting in my drafts for a LONG WHILE and in the meantime I actually ended up writing a tiny Ray/Hunter ficlet lmao
I've been needing to write some Hunter x Ray as a main pairing for a while now. I have such a clear vision in my head for what their dynamic is like and I love it and I NEED to write it, I'm fucking ACHING to write it.
I may end up repeating myself a bit in another answer because I have another drafted where I was going to talk a bit about Hunter and Ray as a couple and why I ship it. I just haven't even gotten around to finishing that for ages because I'm just run a bit fucking ragged.
BUT Hunter x Ray. I just think from the few scenes we get of Ray he comes across like he could be a very good grounding energy for Hunter. A calm to his storm.
I feel like Ray carries that same blanket acceptance that Kevin has for Hunter. Although perhaps an even gentler version of it. An even more 'true neutral' version of "taking people as they are."
While I know that "can't deal on the outside, I don't have the coping mechanisms" as a line exists for comedic purpose. If we take it at face value in-universe it also shows introspection within Ray. Something we all know Hunter has -checks notes- ...somehow less than zero of. So it's something Hunter could benefit from having around him.
Whereas Kevin accepts him for who he is while also calling out his unacceptable behavior when it becomes too much to put up with, I feel like Ray would very plainly dissect his behavior to him without a shred of judgement. Which, don't get me wrong, Hunter would not know how to deal with initially. But I like to think he'd benefit from it after a while.
tysm for asking I'm sorry this took so long 💀 I was planning to expand on this but I'm just gonna put it up as is for the sake of not letting it just collect dust in my drafts 🖤🤘
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