#so glad I’m off tomorrow cause I’m gonna crash hard tonight

[jakekazansky]

I was gonna try to write while I watched my uncle bowl tonight but then one of the ladies I used to bowl with bought me a glass of wine

[theringers]

marked up - charles leclerc

summary: you meet him at a club & take him home, but it turns out you both like to be in charge

warnings: 18+ NSFW, lots & lots, read at ur own risk, rough sex

You were surrounded by the loud boom of the DJ and the sweaty bodies of your friends as you all danced together in the club. You had been vacationing in London and met up with a group of guys at the club.

You had taken a liking to one of them, stealing glances across the room and winking whenever he got the opportunity to.

He walked over to you and held out his hand. “I’m Charles,” he said. “Great to meet you.”

You introduced yourself to him and continued talking. You learned about what he does for a living and where he’s from and you shared the same information about yourself with him.

Later in the night, the club began to get packed with more people. You would think that the crowd would die down the later it got, but apparently it’s the opposite.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "What do you say we get out of here?"

You nodded, at a loss for words. You’re never at a loss from words after that much alcohol. He grabbed your hand and slowly led you towards the exit of the club, hoping to not cause a stir with your group.

You pass the bouncer and give him a wave as you leave and start to follow the streets of London. You never knew how beautiful this city could truly be. You were unsure in the moment of whether it was the alcohol in your system or the hand you were holding.

You could tell Charles had a bit to drink as well. You continued to hear him speak French under his breath here and there, even though he knew you didn't speak it. You giggled and looked at him which caught his attention. "What's so funny?" He smiled.

You shook your head slowly. "Nothing. You're cute, that's all." You directed your gaze back down to the sidewalk.

He muttered under his breath again, but this time it was definitely English. "I'm not gonna be cute in a couple minutes now," he said quietly, and laughed.

"What was that?" You asked, hoping to get him to repeat himself so you could acknowledge what he said. Instead, he just shook his head and kept walking.

The streets of London were still surprisingly packed at this hour. Friends wandered down streets and alleyways laughing like this was a regular night for them. This certainly felt like a regular night out for you, but you felt safer even despite your state of inebriation.

Charles looked just as in awe of the surroundings as you did. "Is this your first time in London?" He asked. His hand was still tangled with yours when he began to swing your arms back and forth like a child.

"Yes, actually. And it's living up to my expectations for sure." You smiled at him.

"I'm glad it is. I've been here a few times," he stopped and stumbled over his own feet, almost bringing you to the ground with him.

You broke out in laughter and clapped your hands together as he looked at you in shame. You almost felt bad until he began to laugh as well. Charles stood up, dusted himself off, grabbed your hand, and continued walking down the lit street.

He pointed forwards at a hotel entrance with his free hand and led you inside. The bright lights and white decor shocked your eyes before entering the elevator. He pressed the floor button as you descended up to his room. You weren’t sure what to say in this moment and you could only hope that the silence was comforting to him. You looked around the elevator, seeing things move around inside your eyes and trying to focus. Convincing yourself that you're sober is pretty difficult when you're not.

The door opened and you followed him through the carpeted halls. He grabbed a key out from his pocket and swiped it to open the door. "Home sweet home, baby." He gestured to the room as you walked in. As soon as the door closed, you felt a different energy from him. His eyes looked hungry as he looked your body up and down. You took a step backwards, against the door and did the same to him, finishing your glare at his face, focused on his lips.

"You are so sexy," he said, taking a step forward. His hand found your cheek before his lips crashed to yours.

You turned your head slightly, kissing him back. Your free hands went to his hair, pulling on his locks with need. He tasted incredible, even after a long night of drinking. You pulled his head away from your lips and down to your neck as he sucked on your skin. There was definitely going to be marks tomorrow.

His mouth lifted from yours and he spoke breathlessly. "Are you trying to get me to mark you up?"

You smirked. "Would it be the worst thing?"

He was just as devilish as you were. "Absolutely not." He made his way back to your neck. His hands trailed down your body, reaching the hem of your dress. His hand snaked under the hem and went to your backside. "You have an incredible ass," he said between kisses. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt that intense feeling growing in your abdomen. You pushed him back and took a few steps towards the bed before pushing him again onto the soft white comforter.

You straddled his lap. Your dress rolled up your legs and eventually rested around your waist leaving you bare. His hands found your ass again as you kissed him roughly. He pulled your body closer to him and you began to rock back and forth on his lap. "Shit, baby," he said between kisses. "I want you to ride me."

A smile formed across your face. "We don't always get what we want now do we?" You continued the motion on his lap, grinding harder and faster. You knew you were driving him crazy and it was getting to be too much for him to handle. He grabbed you and flipped you around so he was on top.

"I don't want you to think you're the one in control now, baby." He looked down at you with lust. You pulled him in for another kiss, but he resisted. He backed up off of the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the side.

His lips found your legs as he began kissing up your body and crawling closer to you. His hand dipped into your underwear as he reached your inner thighs.

His fingers began tracing circles around your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. It had been months since anyone touched you like this. You tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a moan. His fingers lit your body up into flames.

"That's right," he said. A finger slowly found its way towards your entrance before slipping inside.

"Fuck," You moaned.

He followed suit. "I love to hear you moan for me baby." He entered another finger inside of you, hitting you in just the right spot. You rolled your eyes back, being shocked again when you felt his mouth on your clit.

You looked down to see his head buried between your thighs, going to work with intensity. "Jesus, Charles," You threw your head back again. He continued to work your body close while your legs wrapped around his back. You arched your back as you could feel something building inside of you. A moan escaped your lips followed by a few expletives.

His fingers worked inside of you and his tongue lapped around your core. He looked up at you, making eye contact while continuing all of these motions. He might be the hottest man you’ve ever seen in this moment.

He quickly sent you over the edge and you tried to recover before you pulled at him to get on the bed. Again, he resisted. "Baby, I'm in charge tonight." He flipped your body around so you were on your stomach. A sweet stinging sensation was felt on your ass as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up on all fours.

You heard the sound of foil ripping and he was soon inside of you. His pace was hard and rough and he felt so good inside of you.

Your arms felt like they were going to give out, so you leaned your head down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind. A low growl escaped his throat as you felt your head being tugged back up by your hair.

"Shit, you feel so good," he said with one hand gripping your ass and the other holding your hair in a makeshift pony tail.

"Fuck," You moaned, your body rocking back and forth before you began to feel that familiar feeling again. "Charles-" A hard smack on your ass stopped your speech but ultimately sent you over the edge.

He continued to work inside of you before his pace quickened and eventually slowed.

Your body fell onto the bed in exhaustion as he walked to the bathroom to clean up.

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You woke up the next morning with an arm draped over your side. You turned behind you to see a peaceful Charles still asleep. You didn't want to wake him but your head was spinning. You tried to get out of his grip but he eventually started to stir awake. "Good morning beautiful," he said in a rugged morning voice.

You smiled at him as you pulled the covers up and walked towards the bathroom. You passed the full length mirror, noticing my naked body covered in purple and red marks. Your hair was a mess but somehow your makeup was still intact.  You looked towards Charles on the bed and saw him already staring at you with a smirk on his face. "Look at you," he said.

You shook your head and laughed. "I'm going to hop in the shower real quick."

He promptly jumped out of bed. "I'll join you if it's alright?" He asked.

You nodded to him and started the shower, the bathroom filling with steam. He walked into the bathroom behind you and got a closer look at your body. "I think seeing you marked up by me is getting me hard again."

You turned around and looked at him before dropping to your knees. "Well, why don't we do something about that."

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Just so I could call you mine part 2 - Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

It's finally here! I'm sorry for the wait, I've only really been able to write at night - my day's have been kinda busy at the moment. But it's finished. It's quite long so sorry about that. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as you enjoyed part 1:)

Also (following a theme here) this is loosely based off of the song 'Enough for you' by Oliva Rodrigo

* = time skip

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3503

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It had been a month since the argument. Well, I say argument, but I think downfall of the one thing that made me want to get up in the morning would be more accurate. After I’d broken down on Emily’s shoulder that night, she took me back to her place. The whole time I was there, part of me kept wishing for the phone to ring and for it to be him. It didn’t feel real. For the first few days I clung to the shred of hope that he might pull me aside at work to apologise, tell me he was wrong and wanted me back. But seeing as this is my life, that opportunity never came. We hadn’t spoken since that night. Even on cases, he would find ways to avoid talking to me. I can’t say I blame him, he’s a shitty man. And when shitty men do shitty things, they tend to run from it.

I walked into the bullpen laughing with Garcia. All the girls had really looked after me and I couldn’t be more grateful.

“Hey there pretty ladies” Morgan said, sauntering over to us.

“Why hello there handsome. Here to make us yours?” Garcia replied playfully.

“Only if you’ll have me.” Morgan bantered. Garcia just laughed before heading to her cave.

“So how are you gorgeous?” He said throwing his arm round my shoulder.

“I’m doing good. In desperate need for coffee. Don’t get me wrong I love Garcia but after only 3 hours of sleep, her bubbliness this early on has taken it out of me” I explained as we headed to the coffee machine. Derek dropped his arm and stood next to me, allowing me to make my drink.

“Only three hours huh? You having trouble sleeping?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, I just choose to run on as little energy as possible.” I retorted sarcastically, prompting an eye roll from him.

“You know what I meant.”

“Yeah I do, it’s just” I sighed looking down at my coffee.

“Hey.” Derek nudged my arm slightly. “What’s on your mind?” I chewed at the inside of my cheek nervously before answering.

“I guess I’m still adjusting to sleeping by myself.” I admitted. Derek nodded, wearing a sympathetic look on his face. “It’s so stupid, I should be over this by now. I mean I am over him but it’s just certain things like…ugh I don’t know. It’s just stressful.” I ranted.

“It’s normal baby. You went from, what was it nine months?”

“Eleven.” I corrected.

“Right so you went from 11 months of having someone next to you all the time, to suddenly nothing. It’s bound to take some getting used to.” He reasoned. I knew he was right. But something about the way Hotch had essentially picked up where he left off with Haley made me feel so stupid for still being hung up over him.

“Come on, let’s go see if boy genius can tell us something fun.” Derek joked as we walked back to our desks.

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The day was almost over, and we’d had no cases, which allowed us to sort through old case files and tidy things up. As boring as that may sound, it was actually a nice break from the horrors we see on a daily basis.

“Right.” Emily said, stretching back in her chair. “I think I’m gonna head out.”

“And leave me here with the men?” I replied, pretend fear laced in my voice.

“I’m so sorry honey. You can do it I believe in you” Emily joked. The boys just swapped an annoyed look. “Sergio awaits me, so I’ll see you all tomorrow.” She said collecting her things.

“Bye Em.” I called after her. But just as she was about to leave JJ rushed into the bullpen.

“Emily stops where you are.” Emily groaned and turned around.

“Jayje I swear to god if you tell us we have a case, as much as I love you, I will be hurling my bag at your head.” Emily said. JJ just laughed at her.

“No, it’s nothing bad guys, but Rossi has invited us to dinner.” She said smiling. The way she looked at us made it seem like she was looking for some type of reaction.

“Okay? Something special about today?” Derek asked.

“Yeah that’s nice of him and all JJ but I’m really tired. Sitting in a crowed Chinese restaurant really wasn’t really what I planned to do tonight” Emily replied. JJ sighed.

“Fine. I mean if none of you want to come back to Rossi’s mansion for a bite to eat then I get that. Have a nice night with your cat Em.” JJ turned to walk away but at the sound of us all scrambling out of our seats, she turned back and laughed.

“Screw Sergio I wanna explore this guy’s house.” Emily said walking over to JJ.

“God you lot are so nosy” She joked as we all walked down to the parking lot.

“What do you expect? The guys a mystery so if there’s an opportunity to snoop of course we’d take it.” I chuckled.

“I just wanna see if he has a first drafts of his books lying around. I can almost imagine how much he left out.” Reid piped up.

“Of course, that’s what you wanna see pretty boy” Derek said patting Reid on the shoulder. We all hoped into our separate cars to go home and change before re convening at Rossi’s.

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The night was going great. It was so nice to be able to just take a night off – eat, drink, chat – without the stress of a case looming over our heads. Not to mention Rossi’s house was incredibly impressive. I mean if I could somehow make this man my sugar daddy and inherit this place, I’d be on it in an instant. Aaron was here, which didn’t surprise me. But what did is how relaxed he was. I’d seen it all the time when we were together but somehow seeing it tonight felt strange. Almost as if he’d dismissed the whole situation.

“Okay I wasn’t that bad guys.” Emily protested, snapping me from my thoughts.

“You told Spencer you were going to kill him if he didn’t stop being so loud.” Hotch said.

“That’s understandable on a hangover.” Emily reason.

“Em, I was just turning the pages of my book.” Spencer replied laughing. Emily spluttered over her words, but nothing came out causing the rest of us to join spencer. Suddenly the doorbell rang out. We all looked around confused.

“We’re not expecting anyone else are we?” Garcia asked.

“Um” Aaron cleared his throat.

“I think I might know who that is.” My heart sunk as he got up and walked to the door. Everyone swapped a look, trying to catch my eye but I just starred ahead of me. He wouldn’t have actually invited her. Right?

“Hey honey.” Her voice travelled through the halls causing my heart to not only sink even further, but completely shatter in the process. At least at work I could block out the fact he was with her but now he was just rubbing salt in the wound. Emily finally caught my gaze and shot me a supportive look. I just nodded, offering a tight-lipped smile. Eventually the pair of them came back.

“Hey guys, you know Haley.” Hotch said, looking slightly uncomfortable. Everyone greeted her politely enough, but it didn’t take a profiler to feel the shift in the atmosphere.

“Let me get you a chair.” Rossi said, going to stand up. “No, it’s fine, I’ll just sit here” She stated before promptly positioning herself in Aaron’s lap. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I couldn’t watch this. The seven of us sat in a cripplingly awkward silence for a few moments before JJ finally spoke up.

“So, um Haley, how’s jack doing?” She asked politely. “Oh, he’s doing great. Very happy to have his daddy around a lot more now.” Haley responded in a smug tone. As she spoke, she glanced over at me. Clearly noticing my appearance, she threaded her fingers through Aaron’s hair. I averted my gaze, opting to study the details of Rossi’s floor. I heard Hotch clear his throat, almost as if he wanted her to stop. “

I’m glad he’s happy.” JJ replied.

“So am I. Before it was just so hard what with his job and, well – other arrangements – Aaron barely had time for his own son you know. But luckily that’s all been dealt with now.” Haley leant forward and I heard her placing a kiss on his cheek. I couldn’t take this anymore; she was clearly taunting me and as I much as I hated giving into her games – this was so much worse.

“Excuse me.” I said, standing up and heading towards the garden. It took everything inside of me not to break down right then and there. But the minute I reached the garden I lost it. The tears streamed down my face as I tried to quiet my sobs. My heart ached. It felt like everything was crashing down around me. My chest felt hollow. I thought I was over this, over him. I could feel my knees growing weak under me so opted to sit by the edge of the pool, in the hopes to grab some sense of normality. It was a nice night out. It was summer so still warm, but there was enough of a breeze to keep it bearable. I’m sure if looked up I would’ve been able to see the stars, but I was transfixed on the water. Suddenly I heard the back door open. I didn’t turn around, not wanting to face whoever it was.

“I’ve always wanted a pool.” Emily’s voice came from beside me. She sat down, placing her legs in the water next to mine. “I’d love to have this house too.” She stated taking in her surroundings. “What do you say, wanna take Rossi down together and claim all this for ourselves?” She asked nudging my arm. I let out a stiff chuckle but didn’t say anything. Emily took a deep breath before she spoke.

“I’m sorry you had to sit through that” Her voice was sincere. “I don’t know if Hotch invited her, or she just rocked up, but it was out of order either way.” I nodded not trusting my voice right now. “You should know, the rest of us were just as angry. Derek left a few moments after you. He went into the kitchen, but he didn’t come back. I had to send Spencer after to him just to check he wasn’t tearing the place up.” She said light-heartedly. That gave me some comfort, to know I wasn’t being overly sensitive. She let her words hang in the air for a moment and we enjoyed the stillness of the night.

“I just thought.” I began, my voice rough from crying. “That maybe it wasn’t real. Maybe they weren’t actually back together you know?” I turned my gaze towards Emily. She understood. That was one of my favourite things about her. No matter what the situation, whether she’d experienced it herself or not, she was always so deeply empathetic that it helped.

“Listen, nothing I say right now is going to make this any easier. Sure, I could sit here and tell you what a douche bag he’s being” I smiled at her words. “But I know that wouldn’t change anything for you. So, I’ve just come to let you know that we’re all here for you. Take as much time as you need, and when you feel comfortable, come back and join us inside.” She said squeezing my hand.

“Thank you Em. For everything.” She just smiled before standing up and heading inside. By this point I’d stopped crying. You know that moment of calm you experience right after you’ve stopped crying, just before the headache or tiredness kicks in, that is probably my favourite feeling. Which sounds somewhat depressing, but everything just feels so at ease in that moment. Unfortunately, I could not bask in it for long as I heard the back door slide open once again. Thinking it was Emily I called out to her.

“Please don’t tell me I’m going to come in there and see you forcing Rossi to sign us into his will.” I joked, turning around. But instead of being greeted with my friends’ heart-warming chuckle, I saw the man who’d caused this little escape to the garden. It was Aaron.

“Hotch.” I said surprised, scrambling to stand up.

“Hi.” He replied. He looked nervous, relentlessly fidgeting with his hands. It wasn’t normal.

“Why are you here?” I didn’t bother trying to make small talk. What would be the point?

“Um, well I…I just wanted to…” His voice trailed off as he looked to the ground. “Can we sit down?” He asked after a moment. I nodded and made my way over to the beautiful table Rossi had. Aaron sat down but didn’t say anything, just starred ahead of him.

“Are you going to talk or what?” I said bluntly. He looked surprised at my tone but cleared his throat before answering me.

“I just wanted to check on you.” His voice was low, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear what he was saying.

“Check on me?” I replied clearly irritated.

“Yeah I mean you just took off back there, so I wanted to make sure you were okay” He said literally looking anywhere but me. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He’d spent a whole month doing the most to avoid talking to me and now, not only he dangles his happiness in my face , but he also has the audacity to ask if I’m okay?

“Yeah I wonder why that is?” I shot back. Hotch went to reply but I cut him off. “No no let’s think about it. What could have possibly made me leave? Was it the fact that Derek telling a story? Nope that doesn’t seem to be it.” I said sarcastically. “Oh, maybe Spencer was rambling about something random? No doesn’t sound right? Gosh I just – I don’t know what it could have been. You got any ideas” I continued. Hotch starred at me, annoyed by my games but not enough to reply. “Wait I remember, it was the fact that my ex-boyfriend just wanted to shove the fact that he’s moved on and obviously didn’t give a fuck about me or our relationship further down my throat!” I concluded, standing up to leave.

“That is not fair.” He called after me. I stopped in my tracks, the anger growing inside of me.

“What? What about that is unfair to you?” I replied folding my arms over my chest.

“For you to say I didn’t care about our relationship” he said, his voice laced with annoyance. I scoffed at his words.

“Really? I think it’s perfectly fair considering how you’ve acted. It’s clear that you have no respect for me or what we were.”

“Just because I spend more time with Haley now doesn’t mean that I’ve just disregarded our entire relationship.” He sounded exasperated.

“Spend more time with her? Hotch she was practically fucking you on the chair in there.” I yelled. I’d tried so hard not to lose it but his lack of understanding right now was getting too much for me. “I loved you so much. I gave everything I had into that relationship, and you’ve thrown it all back in my face over one twisted story that your wife decided to spin.” I ran my fingers through my hair trying to calm down. The last thing I needed was for the rest of the team to hear this. Although I didn’t care if Haley did. That bitch. “I don’t know what I did wrong to make you choose her. Maybe I just wasn’t as interesting as her, but you could not have cared less about someone who loved you more. She dragged you down, manipulated you into believing it was your fault that she fucked those other guys. Or when she made you feel bad for choosing to stay in a job that literally makes the world as safer place for people like her or Jack. All I ever wanted was to support you and be there for you to lean on. I wanted to be that one person you could turn to when you felt like the world was crumbling down and you would feel okay. I just wanted to be enough for you. Because that’s what you were for me.” I ranted. Unfortunately, this time I’d been unable to hold back my tears, but I was hoping the darkness of the garden would hide that. Aaron looked crushed, almost guilty. Part of me hurt to seem him like that but another part reminded me he deserved it. I’d say he broke my heart, but he broke much more than that.

“You were that to me too.” He mumbled. His voice was so quiet I wasn’t sure I’d heard him. Clearly noticing my lack of response, he continued. “You meant so much to me and I can’t tell you how painful it’s been without you.”

“Doesn’t really seem like that” I scoffed. He sighed before walking over to me.

“Listen the thing with Haley-“

“If you’re about to tell me why you’re back together with her, please don’t. I can’t handle that right now.” I begged.

“No listen. We aren’t together.” His words took me by surprise.

“What?”

“The night everything kicked off, I’m not going to lie – I did believe her. I mean when she told me that you’d told JJ everything about the divorce, yeah I was mad. It took me so long to open up to you about that, you know the insecurities and the fact I thought Jack was going to resent me or not want me in his life. I trusted you and you just threw it out the window.” I starred at him in shock, unable to speak. Hotch being who he was picked up on my reaction. “What is it?” He asked.

“I can’t believe that’s what she told you.” I said utterly blown away by the fact that Haley was able to lie about something so huge with such ease.

“What do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that’s not what happened?” He sounded apprehensive.

“It couldn’t be further from the truth. She called me to ask where you were and when you’d be home. She must have thought I was lying because then she called JJ. JJ told her she knew she’d rung me and then she hung up.” I explained. Hotch looked just as confused. “I would never tell anyone those things Aaron. No matter how much you hurt me.” He didn’t reply. He looked so torn. “I tried to explain that to you on the night, but you weren’t listening.” I spoke. That caught his attention.

“I know I just felt so betrayed I guess it blinded me.” He replied. “The only reason I’ve stayed as close with her as I have recently is because she was going to keep me away from Jack. I know she had no solid grounds to hold that to and we could have taken it to court if it had gotten that bad, but fathers hardly ever win full custody. I didn’t want to risk it.” He explained. I nodded.

“I understand.” I got it. Jack was his world. And losing him might have just broken him. “

I can’t begin to explain how sorry I am that I let her get between us. I should’ve known, I-I should’ve trusted you.” He rambled. He begun pacing back and forth.

“Hey.” I reached out a grabbed his arm. “Yes you should have trusted me, I’m not going to act like what happened didn’t hurt. But you’re not a mind reader Aaron. You believed the first story you heard. I get it.” I reasoned. Tentatively, he reached out and took my hands in his, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs.

“I missed you. Everyday.” He whispered.

“I did too. I loved you.” I replied softly. His gaze caught mine.

“Loved?” He asked his eyes wracked with worry.

“Part of me still does. I can’t just shut those feelings down. But what you did broke me. And I don’t want to risk that happening again.” I confessed. He nodded.

“I guess I’ll just have to prove myself to you. Because trust me, you’re all I want. And I’ll wait however long you need me to.” He replied. I smiled up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms travelled to my waist. Maybe we would get back together or eventually just drift apart, but right now I had my best friend back. And that’s all I cared about.

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Emergency! Part 2

Part 2 – Accidents

Summary: Dean and Cas of Squad 51 discover Dr. Kline involved in a car accident. The car accident killed another driver involved, but orphans the daughter. The Reader has to cancel her and Dean’s date night for her to go into work. Squad 51 is on the rescue again, a house fire. The night begins to calm down, Dean is off finally and heads to the reader’s house for much needed R n R.

Warnings: Smut (P in V, Protected and Unprotected sex (always use a condom)), Language, Dirty talk, Car accidents, scary situations, mild angst, fluff

Word Count: 1,925

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a/n: The timing of these is not a daily event, it can bee weeks/months apart. Sadly, I’m jumping it ahead, I just don’t know how far ahead. Joys of me being creative.

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They sat on his couch, starting out watching Netflix. Then it turned into a make out session.

Their lips danced with one another, their tongues gliding across one another.

Her hands guided down his chest and stomach.

The mere contact caused a moan to escape his throat to which she swallowed down.

They pulled away finally for air, their lips plump and swollen.

“If we keep this up, I’m not gonna last.”

“Neither am I, Dean. I’m getting to the point I want you in me, and fuck me so hard…”

His lips crashed into hers once again, only kissing her harshly quick. He pulled away.

“Keep talking dirty like that sweetheart, and maybe I will.” He growled.

“Fuck me Dean, I want you in me, now.”

He picked her up, kissing her again. Her legs wrapped around his middle as he carried her to his room.

“As you wish sweetheart.” He says between kisses.

 Jack Kline, one of Rampart Emergency hospital’s youngest doctors. He does specialize in surgeries, baby deliveries, and even orthopedics. He does a little of everything at the hospital.

He drove down a residential street to get to work. He approached a four way stop. The intersection was pretty empty. He was the only one there. He looked both ways, despite cars parked on the curbs, and the summer season with the trees low branches fully bloomed of vibrant green leaves, he could see no car coming down from either direction. Determining it clear, he slowly accelerates. Only to be hit on the passenger side, the impact hard enough to knock him out.

 Dean slowly pulled out of her, her legs trembling from the sheer force of her climax slowly calming down.

“You okay sweetheart?” Dean asked.

“Oh yeah. More than okay.” She hums.

He smiles, and works out of the used condom to throw it away.

He heard her phone vibrate on the nightstand next to them.

She groaned.

“I got it for you.” He says. Getting up to get it. He hit answer.

“Y/N Y/L/N’s phone, Dean speaking.” He answered.

“Hi, my name is Dr. Singer, tell Ms. Y/L/N we need her to come in if possible.”

“Sure thing, I’ll let her know.”

The phone call ended quickly.

“Work?” she asked.

“Yeah, Dr. Singer, they need you to come in.”

“He didn’t say why?”

“No, because I’m not you.”

“Well, I’ll shower really quick and then I better go.”

 She gone into work, heading for Bobby’s office.

“What’s up Bobby?” she asked walking in.

“I called you in here because, one someone called in and two…Jack was involved in a car accident.”

“How is he?”

“Just some bumps, bruises, minor cuts. Nothing major. But the other car, the driver died on the scene, and orphaned a seven-year-old girl.”

“Does he know?”

“He doesn’t. I almost don’t want to tell him because he will beat himself up over it.”

“We all beat ourselves up over loss. It’s normal. But he needs to know the accident wasn’t his fault. My brother’s a cop, he said the accident wasn’t his fault. That driver ran a stop sign and caused a chain reaction.”

“Still, you know how Dr. Kline can be.”

She nods.

“Now, your just doing Nurse Ruby’s 6am-6pm shift. She was scheduled to be in the ICU working the Eastern halls, you better head up there.”

“Will do, see you later.”

Bobby waves her off with a kind smile.

 Back at Station 51 the very next day, Dean came in at his usual time. So far a quiet morning.

“So how are you settling at the new place Cas?”

“It’s great, closer to the station, it has extra room. My neighbors are pretty friendly. One of them, Meg, she happens to work with Y/N at the hospital.”

“Wow, small world.”

“Yeah. How about you? How’d your date with Y/N go last night?”

“She had to go into work, a nurse called in. She called me on her break letting me know that. But the date went well.”

“Think there’ll be another date for you guys?”

“She and I are planning on seeing a movie tomorrow night since I’m off two days.”

“You two, I swear are meant to be.”

“We’ve only had two dates Cas, slow down.” Dean chuckled.

The stations alarm going off.

“Station 51, Squad 51, Station 64 Squad 64, and station 72, structure fire. 623 North Lions street.” Said over the alarm’s intercom.

“Here we go, another one.” Cas says, jumping into action, running to the squad truck.

“Another one.” Dean says. Getting in the driver seat roaring the engine to life and everyone in the station left to the location.

 “Jack, it was not your fault.” Bobby tried to soothe the young doctor.

“But a girl is orphaned because of me.”

“Because of her dad driving recklessly. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Y/N pitched in. “My brother said he ran a stop sign according to eyewitnesses in the area. He was speeding, and ran a stop sign.”

“We can fix wounds as if they were nothing. But how can we fix this? How can I fix this?”

“You’re not gonna let this go are you?” Bobby groaned.

“Not until I know someone can take care of this girl.”

“I’ll go make calls, you go home Kline, you need to rest.” Bobby insisted firmly.

“But—”

“Jack, go home. We got this.” Y/N says.

“Fine, just, call me. Keep me in the loop. Please.”

“We will, no go home and rest man.” Y/N says as Bobby left the office.

Jack left with a slump in his shoulders, as he walked back out of the hospital to take a cab home.

“Who told him? I knew this would happen if he found out.” Bobby asked.

“Think it was Abaddon. Don’t think she was thinking it through, as always.”

“How’d she find out in the first place?”

“She stood outside your office when I saw you the other day. My guess she overheard.”

“I’m gonna have a talk with her, she needs to watch it, or it could lead to major HIPPA Violations.”

“Alright, well, my shift is technically over, and my three day weekend starts. Need me for anything before I go?”

“No, go home, rest up. have a great weekend.”

“Bye Bobby, see you Monday.”

But she couldn’t make it out the door fast enough when a squad brought in a familiar face.

“Cas?!”

“We had a fire, a back draft shot him across the property.”

“What are his vitals?” she asked, kicking back into nurse mode.

“BP 130 over 85, breathing labored and shallow,” Dean began reading off of his chart. “Head injury sustained, pupils uneven and dilated.”

The emergency medical staff managed to cut Cas out of his clothes. And she saw a bruise right around his ribs.

“Possible broken ribs, get him x-rayed, and lets get other scans to find any bleeding. Especially of his head. Stat, go.” Y/N ordered.

The medical team taking Cas to radiology to get scans necessary to find anything else wrong so they can work on fixing him up.

Y/N turned her attention to Dean.

“Dean, are you okay?”

“He knocked me out of the way, Gabe opened a door, we thought the fire was under control. And he knocked me out of the way just as the backdraft happened.”

“Dean, he’s fine. Just banged up. It could have been worse, but it’s not. He’s fine.”

“Son,” John says, tearing the couple’s attention.

He saw Dean’s distraught expression as his son turned to face him.

“Y/N, can you take him home. I can have Michael drive the squad back to the station. But I don’t want him alone tonight.”

She nods. “I can do that Mr. Winchester.”

“Please, call me John. And thank you.”

She managed to guide Dean to her car, and she drove them to Dean’s house.

 “Jack, I have good news.” Bobby says.

“What’s that?”

“That girl, she has an aunt that lives up north. She’s coming down to pick up her niece. She got full custody of her yesterday.”

“That’s good, at least she has family to take care of her.”

“It is.”

“’Scuse me.” A sweet girl’s voice was heard behind the doctors.

“Hi sweetie, how are you doing?”

“Good, I heard I’m gonna live with my aunt. I’m just so happy and I just want to say thank you.”

“Thank you? Really?” Jack asked.

“Yes, my dad wasn’t a good dad. He was mad at me for getting an D on my report card, he hit me a few times and we were going home.”

“Did everyone in your family know your dad abused you like that?”

“Yes, my aunt always threatened to take me away from daddy if he hit me again or hurt me again.”

“Then I’m glad to know you’re going to be safe from here on out.” Jack says with a smile.

The girl smiles back and gives the young doctor a hug.

“Thank you again doctor.” She says sweetly.

“It’s no problem sweetheart.”

 Just as Y/N and Dean turned in for the night, Dean lied down flat on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Dean,” she says quietly. “You okay?”

“That could have been me.” He says just above a whisper.

“But it wasn’t, and you know he’s going to be fine. Meg updated me and Cas is going to be okay.”

He nods.

She turned towards Dean, kissing him on his cheek, then down to his jaw line.

He closed his eyes to her giving him this attention.

Just as her lips pulled away, he turned his head to her meeting her lips with his in a sweet kiss.

Their lips moved in perfect sync with each other.

Dean moved, hovering over her, his hips between her legs, humping against her clothed core. Pulling a moan out of her.

“I need you sweetheart.” He says quietly.

“I’m here baby, you’ll always have me.” She says, bringing him down to kiss her more, deepening the kiss.

He worked his boxers off of him, she also worked out of her panties.

He lined at her entrance, and gave her a glance.

“I’m on the pill, you’re good.”

He slowly pushed the head of his half hard cock through her soaking folds until he was fully seated in her.

Their lips meet again in a loving kiss as they slowly moved against each other. His hips guiding him out slightly with each thrust. Hitting her sweet spot with calculated and angled thrusts.

She met up with his slow pace, a thin sheen of sweat building on both of their faces and bodies.

His pace began to speed up just as his breathing picked up as well.

Her hips were beginning to jump out of rhythm.

Their lips pulled away, but only slightly, just ghosting over the surface as their breathing began to pick up faster.

“Dean,” she whined.

“I’m almost there, I got you baby girl.”

With three more thrusts her walls clamped down hard around him, milking him of his release. Their thrusts slowing, getting them through their high.

His hips came to a stop, still fully seating in her as he rested on his elbows, brushing her hair from her sweaty face.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m so good, you?”

“Better, now that I’m with you.”

“Get some rest Winchester, I’m not going anywhere.” She says, holding him close. Feeling him relax in her hold as they cuddled.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too Dean.”

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[onyourzeus]

12:15 am | kyh

ykcyj ➝ arskyh

title: 12:15am pairing: kang younghyun (youngk of day6) & you genre: fluff, small caps words: 2.4k

author’s note: extra fic for tonight, just all around fluffy bf!yonk getting a call from his drunk s/o in the middle of the night. do enjoy.

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

younghyun loves the grind. but if there’s anything else that he looks forward to during a hard and long day of working, it’s the feeling of coming home once he’s done. he makes sure to take off his shoes with as less noise as possible, knowing the fact that his roommates slash bandmates are enjoying their sleeping hours of peace and solitude. 

with just a loose shirt and boxers on, he finally feels less restricted and more comfortable in his own skin. the urge to clean himself of sweat, and polluted air that had clung on him with a nice, hot shower is tempting— but the exhaustion in his heavy shoulders and drooping eyelids convince him otherwise. 

he’ll hate himself for dirtying his sheets, but tomorrow is sunday which means it’s time to do his laundry, anyway. 

tossing his used clothes in the hamper, he prepares his body to get swallowed by the softness of his comforter, and the warm void of his thick blankets. of course, before he passes out entirely tonight, he doesn’t forget to send you a text. the one important thing he shouldn’t miss out on. 

really tired. gonna crash in 2 seconds. text you tmr, love you

usually, younghyun would wait until you respond because the many heart emojis that come his way act as his goodnight kiss while the two of you are apart. besides, you normally reply in an instant which is a habit he’s worried about, really, since you need some rest too. 

he tries to fight the sleepiness away from his senses, but the more he sits on his bed, back hunched and ready to collapse, the less energy he has left to wait for your message. he frowns, suddenly wondering about your whereabouts. you always tell him first hand if you’re too busy to check your phone throughout the day, and younghyun appreciates the thoughtfulness. even if he couldn’t reply “okay” right away, the two of you have a shared sense of understanding as to how your kind of long distance relationship works by now. 

sighing, he eventually puts his phone on the bedside table and plops himself in the covers. it feels really, really good to be in his own personal space now, and younghyun thinks he deserves to rest longer than normal tonight; it was a pretty productive day in the studio. he finished another collab with an artist he’s been meaning to contact for months, and he was glad it came to fruition with great success. he also managed to write a few arrangements for the band’s upcoming album, even if the group decided it was too early to work on it yet. 

younghyun believes it’s never too early as long as inspiration is present. if he didn’t so much as write down possible lyrics or harmonies on a piece of paper every day, he’d slowly feel his motivation being sucked out of him. if he was being honest, that was one of his worst fears as an artist, so every day is work for him, it just depends on how much he wants to get done in a day. 

as his thoughts fizzle out in his mind, his consciousness brings him to dreamland until a constant vibrating noise disrupts him from his end table. younghyun is about to pull the sheets over his head, thinking nothing of the sound but an annoying notification from something unimportant— but then he remembers you. 

with his second guess being right, younghyun has a twinge of guilt in his throat for believing you were not worth it to get up from the coziness of his bed. rubbing his eyes to seem more awake, he picks up the call and greet you in a whisper. 

“hi, baby, what’s up?” younghyun says, voice low and hoarse from multiple recordings in the studio. 

“cheese,” you mumble on the other end, voice rather solid and awake which causes younghyun to perk up a bit. 

“what was that?” 

“cheeeeese, brian,” you slur, elongating the repeated word as well as saying it in a higher pitch. immediately, younghyun senses the somewhat incoherent mumble in your nevertheless pretty voice, and judging from the fact you unironically called him by his english name, there was only one explanation: you’re drunk. 

he finds himself smiling as he answers, “are you home, babe?” he wasn’t angry about you drinking, he does remember you telling him a few days ago that you might go out with friends but you weren’t sure when. maybe tonight was the night and you just forgot to remind him; no big deal. 

“i think so?” you hiccup, followed by a soft chuckle. younghyun’s heart soars at the sound, and it pains him at the same time that he couldn’t be there to hold and take care of you. he leans against the headboard, making himself more comfortable as he listens to you ramble on. 

“all i know is that— burp— it was wendy’s birthday… or was it her cousin? cause she was there too, and i never met her before and— oh my god, i don’t even remember her name i’m such a bad new friend— whatever, anyway, it was someone’s celebration and we bar hopped to a lot of places and it became really sweaty and loud and at one point i had a flamingo shot in my hand and and—”

“hold up, flamingo? you mean flaming?” younghyun interjects, chuckling at your jumbled up story. he imagines you shaking your head as you whine at him for interrupting you. “no, nooooo. it was red and fiery and there was a lot of smoke and i’m sure it represented the beautiful, long-legged bird called flemings.”

this time, younghyun couldn’t stop himself from choking out a laugh, and in turn you huff from the other end, and refuse to continue further. 

“i’m sorry, go on. please, i’m interested with what happened after you took this mysterious shot that starts with an f.”

“are you sure you won’t laugh?” he hears you quip in a tiny, slurring voice, and it his chest tightens at the thought of making you go through this drunken state alone. younghyun cards through his hair in frustration towards himself, realizing how much he misses you in the moment. he doesn’t want you to stop talking, god if he can only see your lips move in person—

“i promise, babe. so, what happened next?”

“if you say so,” you mutter indignantly, but proceed with the story even though you’re unsure of where it’s going. “um, actually. that was it. i think i took everyone’s flamingo shots in their hands and next thing i remember, wendy or her cousin or whoever it was tucked me in bed and now i’m in the kitchen eating cheese.” 

the string of words you had uttered made younghyun feel three emotions in succession: one, impressed that you were able to down more than one shot while he’s not there to monitor you; two, relieved that you confirmed your safety inside your apartment; and three, plain confusion as to why you didn’t stay in bed and instead, eating what you say is cheese while on the call with him. 

“can we turn on the videocall?” he asks gently, and you hesitate.

“i don’t look cute right now…”

“you’re always cute. please?” he tries to sound convincing, knowing that you do get insecure when your face is flushed red from the alcohol. even still, he doesn’t tire from complimenting you otherwise. 

“okay,” you relent, and younghyun’s heart skips a beat anticipating the sight of you on his phone. he turns on his camera, and he’s appalled at what he sees: daar under eyes, no make up on, and a face that describes weariness to a T. in this case, it should be him who feels insecure looking the way he is, but he’d take the risk if it meant seeing your face. 

“hello? is this thing on??” after a few seconds of lag, your screen cleared up and younghyun watches you poke the camera repeatedly. “bri, it’s so dark in here am i even alive right now?”

you never fail to lift his mood up during an exhausting day of activities— as your schedules collide against each other, and there would be less time for moments like right now, younghyun only asks for a few texts sent his way as reassurance that you’re still with him. you always comply, and sometimes younghyun doesn’t get to uphold his side of the commitment during the rare days that he just want to shut off the world.

still, he’ll wake up from a text with your name on it, and the hearts he missed the night before. and he feels whole, and ready to take on the world again.

so this time, younghyun wants to make you feel heard— and seen, as these days work seems to occupy more of his time and burden him with the pressure of exceeding his own expectations. you don’t like seeing him worry about how he’s doing in the industry, so younghyun does his best to appear cheerful and curious in front of you— or his phone, at least.

“yes, you’re very much alive right now, babe. are you really eating cheese at this hour?” he shouldn’t have asked. it was obvious the thing in your hand was, in fact, string cheese being eaten in the most ungodly fashion, but it’s you— and younghyun would rather watch you bite into it, cringing inwardly, instead of passing out with another day longing for your presence. 

“let’s eat cheese together,” you suggest, shoving the half-bitten string cheese into the center of the camera as if it was a mic being handed over to younghyun. “do you want to eat cheese with me, bri?” you ask again, tone small but hopeful. you put your hand down, and younghyun finally has a full view of your face. 

you had taken your makeup off, judging from the bare skin and slightly smeared lipstick on the side of your lips. your hair was splayed out down your shoulders, a combination of curly and straight strands framing your beautiful face. he surmises you used a curling iron this morning, imagining the frustration on your facial features as you try to make it work. 

“briannnn, cheese?” 

younghyun focuses on the present, and he notices the glimmer in your eyes amidst the only light coming on your end was his screen’s brightness. he shakes his head slowly which causes you to pout. 

“no thank you, baby, you can have it all.” 

“but i saved some for you, right here. you get the other half. just like you’re my other half. hehe, get it?” 

“yes, baby, that’s very sweet and clever of you.”

“you should hire me as your lyrics… manager. maker? lyrics person? lyricist!” you grin widely after figuring out the right term, and take another bite off the string cheese. 

“i think you’re doing a great job at being my girlfriend, though,” younghyun tells you, and it takes a few seconds for those words to process until he hears the eventual whine, and covering of your face with your free hand. 

“babe.” no response.

“baaabe.” you mumble something he couldn’t hear. younghyun takes in how adorable you are, and doesn’t pester you for a minute. this bothers you, apparently, as you peek through your fingers and catch him doing one of his silly faces that corners you to laugh abruptly. 

“not fair!! you know that works every time,” you whine in defeat, and younghyun can only smile proudly in response. 

“you know,” you start off, and younghyun prepares himself for another stream of consciousness on your end before you continue, “even if we’re far away from each other, and that we can’t eat cheese together, you’re still the best boyfriend in the entire galaxy.” 

if there’s anything else that younghyun loves apart from the feeling of coming home after work, it’s the feeling of being loved by you. 

he waits for you to finish your string cheese, and you argue that you’d like to eat another one. but it was getting late, and younghyun didn’t want to look even more tired on call, so he urges that you two fall asleep while the call goes on. 

as he wiggles back inside the covers, he watches you struggle to get your whole body in the comfort of your blanket. his hand holds on the phone as he readies himself to sleep sideways. 

“stupid blanket,” you mutter in annoyance, deciding to take one leg out of the warm sheets and at last, feel content on your bed.”that’s better,” you sigh, eyes falling asleep before younghyun. 

“comfortable?”

“not really.”

“oh, why not?” younghyun asks. 

“you’re not here beside me.” and your answer breaks his heart. 

younghyun is pretty good at consoling you with his words at times when you need it, but you beat him to it this time. 

“it’s okay though, younghyun, i can get by like this for now. i know—” you yawn in between, “you’re working super hard for the next comeback— actually, you work no matter what project you’re doing, babe. you’re insane, i hope you know that.”

it was younghyun’s turn to blush, and hide his face in the pillow. the drowsiness is making him soft, and weak from denying the truth in your words. he can definitely agree with a lot of people in his life that he needs to take it slow some days. and when it comes from you, he then knows to take that advice seriously. 

“i do know that, baby.” 

“it’s not bad, though!!” you object, zooming in to your eyes as if to let him know you’re saying it as a good thing. younghyun chuckles again, lifting his face up so he can witness your goofy antics once more. 

“i think it’s… really badass. you go younghyun,” you yawn again, dropping the phone as sleep attempts to befall upon you. “sorry, my hand was getting numb.”

“that’s okay, go to sleep now.” 

“no, you.” 

“that’s literally what we’re trying to do, babe.” 

he hears you snicker, and with that he felt it was okay to lay his phone next to him, too. he probably wouldn’t see your face in the morning on the call anymore as his phone wasn’t fully charged at all. however, as he hears you quietly snoring on the other end gives him a sense of security, and the status of his dead phone battery doesn’t matter so much for now. 

“i love you,” he whispers into the night, eyes closing in, smile taking him to dreams where he can hold you tight.

“love you more, younghyun.”

[thiswasinevitableid]

Furies (Mermay OT4)

Request from @angellioncosplay, fill is NSFW

The jagged edge of the harpoon slices into his tail. 

Barclay knows he’s doomed but he thrashes and tries to dive all the same. He doesn’t know what the boar above wants, doesn’t care, he just wants to go home, he has to make it back to them, please, all he wants is to see them again. 

A second barb pierces his side, blood clouds his vision. 

In the darkness below, he thinks he sees two red lights racing closer. Then the harpooners tug, and the world snaps to black.

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“Is he stable?” Duck whispers as Aubrey swims out of Barclay’s bedroom, shutting the door behind her. 

“Yeah. I’m glad Indrid warned us when he did; if he’d lost much more blood, I’m not sure even my powers coulda helped.”

“And Joe and ‘Drid?”

“They’re gonna stay with him. I think they’re okay but, well” she sighs, shakes her head, “if that’d happened to Dani, I don’t think anything could make me leave her side.” She loops their arms together as they swim to the door, “do you wanna come stay with us? I know this is hard on them, but you had to, like, break a harpoon in half while one of your friends almost died.”

“Nah, oughta stay in case any of ‘em need somethin.”

“You want to keep Dr. Harris Bonkers for extra support?” She holds out her sea bunny.

Duck rubs it’s back, “I’ll be okay, but thanks for the offer Lady Flame. You get home safe now.”

“I will. Oh” She turns, swimming backwards as she adds, “if he needs any more healing between now and tomorrow, come get me right away!”

He promises he will, locks the house up for the night and floats into the kitchen to put it back in some kind of order. Indrid’s sketch pad and enchanted pen are still on the floor where he dropped them, Joseph’s book and Duck’s half-built model ship knocked sideways from the seer pushing away from the table in a flurry of silver and panic. And on the counter are the ingredients Barclay’d set out for dinner, the ones he was checking off when he realized he needed scallops and swam off with a promise to be right back. 

Duck sighs, jumps when something whaps at the green-glass window. 

“Jesus Winnie, thought you were in the bedroom.” He cracks the window enough to lift the octopus inside. See slowly slides off his arm, swimming across the floor to the pile of salvaged ship instruments Duck and Indrid found for her. 

“Maybe this will keep her from stealing the silverware.” Barclay plucks a knife from the cephalopods tentacle. 

Suddenly, he’s too heavy to swim. They almost lost him. 

It’s simple, really. Duck is in love with Joe and Indrid. Joe and Indrid are in love with Barclay. But that doesn’t mean Duck doesn’t love the other mer; Barclay is one of his best friends, a sympathetic ear when things go south and the only one of the four of them capable of beating Joe at Ten Shells. Barclay also understands something about Duck that escapes many of their kind; that he can love Joe, curious and meticulous from his black hair to his dapper monochrome tail, and Indrid, strange and aloof until you gave him the right kind of stroke on his silver scales, with the same intensity. It just manifests in different ways. 

Duck cracks the bedroom door open, finds the wounded mer on his back in their large, seaweed colored bed. Indrid and Joe are nestled on either side of him. Normally, they’d be an undignified, loving pile, but the bandages on his stomach and tail prevent it. 

Indrid stirs, trilling in distress. His nightmares come and go, are most often the echos of horrible futures he was forced to watch over and over. Duck has a pretty good guess as the which one is playing in his mind tonight. 

He wiggles down onto the bed, draping his arm over Indrid’s side and guiding his bony back and red fin against his chest. When Indrid registers his weight, the nervous twitches of his tail stop. Duck glances up, watches Barclay’s hand glide down the bed to hold Indrid’s own. 

Someone almost took this from them. Almost ripped away pieces of the hearts of the mers he loves most in the world. 

And he wants to know who. 

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“Dearest, how are you feeling?”

“Fine, totally fine.” Barclay tries to sit up as a demonstration, only for his whole body to convulse. He falls back against the bed, whimpering pathetically. 

“Hmmm, I was afraid that would be the case. There were some timelines where you healed quickly, but it seems the monsters who attacked you did a great deal of damage.”

“No, no, it was just a twinge, if you give me a sec I can-”

“-You will stay in bed.” Indrid’s red gaze sharpens, “no mate of mine is going to re-open his wounds trying to make me breakfast.”

“Besides” Joseph looks up from setting all the med supplies they need in tidy stacks and lines, “it’s not like Duck or I can’t cook. You need to rest, big guy.” He swims over, strokes Barclays hair. Barclay leans into the feelings, trying to ignore the fear gnawing a new hole in his side. 

In the three days since the attack, he hasn’t been alone. His boyfriends and friend take turns sitting with him, talking when he wants to and letting him sleep when he needs, bringing him food and changing his bandages without complaint. 

It’s all wrong. That’s not their job. It shouldn’t be, that’s what they have him for. Some part of him wishes they’d been too late. Because he doesn’t want to face what’s coming. 

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“Any luck?” 

“Some. Juno says she saw an unfamiliar hull pass by about an hour before Barclay got attacked, but she wasn’t close enough to see any details.”

“Damn it.” Joseph slams the book one human weapons in frustration, then cringes at his outburst. 

Duck swims to him, pulling him up from the chair into an embrace, “We’ll figure it out, slick. Nothin else, happen to know we got a real smart mer workin the case.” He winks, kisses Joseph on the cheek. 

He snorts, then looks at the floor, “Some part of me is worried about what will happen if we do figure out who hurt him. I...I don’t believe in violence outside of dire circumstances, but they, they nearly killed him. I’d like to say my motive in seeking them out is to make sure they can’t hurt anyone else but, well, that’s secondary at best. What I want is to make them pay.”

“That makes two of us” Indrid slithers in the door, “he’s sound asleep, not to worry. I have narrowed down our potential culprits with my visions, but I too am afraid of what I may do if I locate the humans who dared harm him.”

“I get the feelin, but right now we’re mostly borrowin trouble. Let’s wait until we know a little more before decidin whether to track ‘em down.”

Joseph nods, opens his mouth to suggest one of them retrieve dinner from the fishmonger down the block, when there’s a crash from the kitchen. 

“Damn, Winnie must’ve gotten into the cabinets again.”

Indrid blinks, then frowns, “No, that is not her doing.”

Rushing into the kitchen reveals Barclay trying to arrange food on the counter. His upper body can barely move, and his tail is unable to maintain direction due to the bandages. 

“Don’t worry about, ow, me” Barclay smiles at them, but Joseph spots panic in his eyes, “th-thought I’d do some meal prep since you’re all gonna be busy this week.”

He’s about to point out that a)they’re all capable of feeding themselves even when busy and b)Barclay’s only been recovering for a week and a half and Aubrey explicitly told him it would be at least a month before he could move around without help.

Before he can make any points at all, Indrid draws himself up to his full height, frills of his ears fanned out and gestures to the bedroom, “You will do no such thing. You need your rest, dearest.”

“But-”

“That was an order, not a request.” It’s a tone that never fails to make Joseph’s spine turn to mush, and by the flash of pink in Barclay’s tail, he feels the same way. Then his whole tail drains of color and he nods. 

“Right. Sorry. I, I didn’t mean to upset you guys.”

Indrid’s frills flatten and he swims swiftly towards the other mer, “Barclay, I’m not-”

“It’s okay. I caused enough trouble already.” He catches Indrid by the chin to kiss him, blows a second kiss Joseph’s way, then disappears into the bedroom. 

As Indrid flicks his tail nervously, Duck clears his throat, “Know I joke about him not havin a selfish bone in his body, but this is startin to get ridiculous.”

The silver-scaled mer sighs, coiling his tail around Joseph’s own and opening his arms so Duck will come give him a hug. When the three of them are close together he murmurs, “ I saw this timeline, but I had so hoped it would not be the one we ended up in. I have mentioned before that the culture Barclay and I grew up in as deep water mers is very different than what you have on the reef. One component of that was the belief that a mer who could not carry his weight in his home would not be in said home for much longer. His mate or mates not only could, but were encouraged to, throw him out to make room for a more useful partner.”

The entirety of Joseph’s stomach crawls up his throat, “He really thinks we’d do that to him?”

“I suspect so.” Indrid rests his head on Duck’s shoulder, “Barclay is already prone to such fears, in that he prides himself on taking care of others. And it is a deeply ingrained message and practice, so much so that there are times I still fear you three may turn me away should my powers disappear.”

“‘Drid-”

The mer purrs reassuringly, “But then I remind myself that I am not down there. I am up here, with you who love me regardless of my strength. Seeing the future helps a great deal as well; I can peek and see there are no timelines where you turn me away. Hmm” his tail taps Sterns lower back, “I wonder, is there a way we can mimic that experience for Barclay? Help him see his future here?”

Joseph gets an idea and, for the first time all day, the sense that he’s getting somewhere, “I have a plan.”

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Barclay isn’t sure if this is some cruel joke, or if his boyfriends genuinely believe they won’t grow tired of him needing to be cared for all the time. Regardless, he doesn’t know what to do when Joseph lays beside him, kissing his cheek and shoulder as he talks about how they should go see the Kelpie migration this fall, and how he’s heard about a human beach where they serve a swim-up meal to mers and humans alike, and wouldn’t it be nice for all four of them to visit and try the food?

He doesn’t know what to do when Indrid gently sits him upright and combs his hair, jumping from topic to topic between kisses to the back of his neck but always returning to what they should do for Joseph’s birthday, or Dani and Aubrey’s anniversary, or their own anniversary.

He doesn’t know what to do right now, Indrid sitting and drawing while Joseph finishes changing the bandages on his tail. The one on his side came off a few days ago, scar tissue forming a jagged tooth of pink and white in his skin. 

Duck swims in, greeting them all at once, his usually friendly expression somber. 

“Joe, ‘Drid, could I talk to you in the kitchen? It’ll only be a minute.”

His boyfriends nod, assuring him they’ll be back even as they swim away. He wishes he could believe it, but he can think of only one reason Duck would need to talk to them alone. With a sad little groan, he rolls onto his uninjured side and pities himself to sleep. 

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“You’re sure that’s the one?”

“Positive. Minerva had a near miss with it this mornin, described the exact same thing Barclay did. Speakin of which, we know they’re down a few harpoons because the ones they sent after her she threw right back at them.”

“A fair response if ever there was one. Do we all agree on the plan?”

“Yep”

“Yes.”

“Good” A smile that could make a sea monster afraid, “then let us begin.”

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Winthrop lounges on the deck of the Nemo as his guests and the hired guides mill around the edges of the boat. After that run-in with the mermaid earlier today, they’re on pins and needles, hoping to see and (finally) catch another. 

Is poaching in a protected cove illegal? Only if you don’t have the money to pay the fine. Is it wrong to hunt the rare creatures that call this stretch of ocean home? Wrong is a deeply subjective concept. 

Warmth leaves the deck as clouds swirl above the sun. 

“I say, wasn’t it sunny a moment ago?”

“Yep. Could be again, provided y’all head to shore and never come back here.” A voice calls from the bow. 

Everyone races forward, shouting in excitement when they discover the merman addressing them with an oddly calm expression.

“Don’t even think about tryin to spear me. You ain’t the only ones with weapons.”

A second mer surfaces, armed with a spear gun he clearly knows how to use. 

“Joe’s a damn good shot.”

The other mer fixes them with a steely gaze, “This is your last warning. Leave this cove and never try to hunt here again.”

“Or what?”

The whole boar rocks as something massive bumps the underside. Screams draw his attention to the silver, serpentine shape gliding through the water. A red fin breaks the surface and then it’s gone. 

Then the boat nearly capsizes as it rams the port side. In the darkening waves, the monster turns it’s head to look up at them. It’s red eye is the size of a steering wheel, but he forgets all about that when the creature rears up, jaws snapping, and narrowly misses dragging his wife off the boat between butcher-knife teeth. 

“Our friend here is mighty angry with you” the first merman rubs the monster's fin as it swims by him, “in fact, he’s downright furious.”

“And it looks like he’s decided to build up some speed before hitting you this time. I don’t think your boat will survive that amount of force.”

“Alright, alright we’ll leave, we’ll go and never come back.”

A hissing screech from the monster. 

“We swear!” He says, really meaning it this time. 

The first merman points towards shore, “then get goin’.”

The boat speeds away, and Winthrop decides to never, ever look back. 

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“That was fuckin incredible darlin’”

“Thank you” Indrid returns to his usual form, groggy but pleased, “you were both wonderful as well.”

“Never been happier that you’re so into workin out how human machines operate” Duck kisses Joseph hard, one of Indrid’s favorite sights in the whole of the sea.

 “If you like how I handle a spear gun, you should see how I handle, um, other things.”

“I am” Indrid yawns, “in favor of that idea. But first, I believe I am due for a nap, and Barclay is due for an update.”

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“You did all that for me?” Barclay twists his fingers in the blanket beneath him, trying to sound pleasantly surprised instead of confused. From the look Joseph and Duck trade, he’s doing a shit job. 

“Well, technically we also did it to keep the reef safe from hunters, and hopefully start a legend that will keep any like-minded poachers from coming within fifty miles of our home. Or our family. And yes, dearest, that includes you.” In the darkened bedroom, deep purple shimmers up Indrid’s tail. A signal to obey.

“I, I never said it didn’t.”

“Yes, but it has been on your mind for weeks.”

“I…”

“Barclay” Joseph settles beside him, taking his hand, “Indrid told us about what you two were taught about needing care or being helpless. I, we, none of us want you thinking that’s what will happen here. I promise.”

He doesn’t realize he’s crying, not until Indrid whispers “hush now, dear one” and carefully rests their tails together so that the wound is left untouched.

“I, I thought saying it would make it worse. Make you think I needed reassurance, which would just make it clear how useless I am. I, I know that sounds ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous to feel vulnerable or scared after something traumatic.” Joseph traces his fingers up and down his arm and his scales ripple in reply. 

“Nor to feel off-balance when you are unable to do what you usually do.”

“But you gotta tell us next time.” Duck rests next to Joseph, “we care about you, all three of us, but we can’t help if we don’t know what’s wrong.”

He flashes apologetic yellow, “You’re right. I’ll, I’m gonna try to be better about that. It’s just hard for me to let other mers take care of me sometimes.”

The purple returns to Indrid’s tail, and when he turns to look at Barclay his smile is no longer gentle and ethereal. It’s almost tangible enough to slice his chest and send everything he wants pouring onto the bed. 

“It seems to me, my dear one, that you could use some practice in that area.”

“Yes” he murmurs, then yips when Indrid bites his throat, “I mean yes, sir.”

“Much better. After all, your convalescence has made such things difficult until now. And yes, Joseph, I will keep an eye on the futures to be certain no one is hurt. Speaking of which: Duck, please adjust so Barclay’s head is in your lap. You’ll need to hold his shoulders down should he try and disobey me.”

A shift of the bed and then his head rests on mottled green scales. 

“Hey” He smiles up and Duck sends a crooked grin his way, setting more pink off in his tail. He may not want to fuck him, but Barclay’s not about to deny how handsome Duck can be.

This rumination distracts him from Indrid and Joseph’s conversation, so he’s pleasantly surprised when the black-tailed mer catches his lips in a kiss. It’s precise, down with calculated care that always makes him feel like the most interesting, important thing in the world. 

“That’s it big guy, relax for us.”

“I’, I’m tryINGfuck, it’s, it’s kinda hard when Indrid is doing that.”

Indrid chuckles, continues teasing the scales in his upper tail, “Shall I stop?”

“No, please no-”

“Please what?” His slit opens at the steel in Indrid’s voice. 

“Please sir.”

“Good boy. Ah, and here’s that lovely cock of yours. What shall I do with it, hmmm?”

“Anything you want sir.” He tries not to giggle as Joseph nibbles his ear.

“I was not asking you.” Indrid cocks his head at Duck.

“Huh” Duck toys with Barclays hair, “think I wanna see you suck it. Been too damn long since you had a dick in your mouth that wasn’t mine.”

Indrid licks his lips and then Barclay’s moans fill the bedroom as his boyfriend lovingly sucks the head of his cock. 

“Is now the time to mention he sucked me off yesterday while you were at work?” Joseph smiles up at Duck, though his hand is busy teasing Barclay’s nipples. 

Duck growls, “and you didn’t even give an encore where I could watch. Mighty rude of you. Both of you.”

“Don’t blame me” Indrid jerks Barclay off with one hand and fingers his slit with the other, “you know how needy our pet gets.”

“True. Guess I’ll have to put him in his place.” Duck looks down at Barclay, gaze soft in spite of his tone, “not tonight though. Tonight his job is to take care of you.”

“Speaking of which” Joseph turns his face into another kiss just as Indrid’s mouth envelopes his cock once again. He moans and whimpers between those perfect lips, a month of not even being able to touch himself meaning his body is already being dragged towards orgasm. His hand finds Joseph’s tail, petting it enticingly. 

“If you AHnnnfuck, lay perpendicular babe, I can suck you off without hurting myself.”

Joseph glances at Indrid, who pulls off of Barclay’s cock and shakes his head, “Not tonight, dearest.”

He whimpers, tries to lift his head, use his tongue to tease Joseph’s retreating tail, only or Duck to hold him firmly in place. 

“I know, sweet one, you do so love being inside our pet, whether with that talented tongue, those skillful hands, or this sinful thing.” He gives a final jerk, then uses his tail to guide Joseph into his former position, “And I would never deny you that pleasure. He’s such a good little pet after all.” He kisses Joseph posessively, then glides behind him and sets his hands on his waist, “which is why I am going to fuck him on you. I will control his movements, so as to avoid aggravating your injury.”

“And because you get off on it.” Duck adds.

“That too.”

“AHfuck!” Barclay’s whole tail lights up purple for an instant as Indrid shoves Joseph down onto his cock. He might submit to Indrid, but Joseph is the mer in the sea he most wants to claim, to fuck until he’s begging for more.

“Nghnshit, shit that’s so good big guy, fuck I missed this.”

“Ahem.” 

“Thank you Indridoh, ohohohohfuck.” Joseph’s hands scrabble on Barclay’s tail as Indrid bounces him up and down. He looks so handsome like this, cock hard and slit swallowing Barclay to the hilt, dark hair loose and framing his head like a crown. 

Barclay reaches for him, desperate for a touch, but Duck holds him down.

“Thank you, love, if he had moved just then he would have hurt himself.”

“Don’t care” Barclay growlwhines, “Joseph, babe, wanna touch you so bad.”

“You’ll get to, big guy, there’ll be plenty of chances after this.”

He growls, teeth clenched as the riptide of his orgasm pulls at him. 

“It’s okay big fella, you can let go. We’ve got you.” Duck’s voice, as soothing as the hand he scritches down his scalp. 

“Fuck” is all he gets out before Indrid pushes Joseph down and Barclay spurts up into him with moan. 

“Better, big guy?” Joseph’s smile is as dazzling as ever. 

“Uh huh.” His bones are mud, his eyes heavy, and he feels better than he has all month. 

“Good. Come, let me look you over and hold you. Duck and Joseph will join us shortly.”

“But I thoughtAHfuck” is all he hears before the sound of Duck frantically fucking Joseph fills one half of the room, his boyfriends moan switching from charming to mouthwatering as Duck keeps fucking him after he’s cum. 

Indrid builds them a nest on the other side of the bed, guides him into it to comb his hair and rub his aching shoulders, humming as he does. Eventually, Duck swims over to join them, Joseph more floating than swimming in his embrace. 

“How do you feel, big guy?”

“Good. Really, really good.” He closes his eyes, safe in the knowledge that his home and family will still be his when he wakes up.

Then he opens them again.

“Wait, so what the fuck did you actually do to the guy who harpooned me?”

[shhh-no-ones-home]

party planning committee marcus moreno x reader

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this is a story in four parts, youll see what i mean when you read it but i wasnt exactly sure how i wanted to do this at first and thats just sort of what i landed on. but i think it kind of works.

He asks for your help to plan missy's birthday party since he still really has no idea how to do the whole girl party thing

Song: island in the sun by weezer

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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i moved to knock on the door when i heard a loud crashing sound, startling me. i knocked quickly and loudly after that, waiting for a moment before opening the door.

"marcus?!"

i yelled, looking around the living room.

"missy?"

i asked, stepping further into the house. when i made it to the kitchen i sighed in relief, my hand going to my chest as i saw marcus stood over the sink with a mixing bowl in his hand, a few other stainless steel appliances strewn about.

"marcus?"

i asked lightly and he jumped, looking to me and breathing deeply.

"jesus y/n, you scared me."

he said shaking his head. i walked closer to the counter.

"i knocked but i heard a loud noise and got worried. im just glad to see youre not hurt."

i stated, turning one of the bowls upright. he shook his head.

"well my pride is a little hurt but im glad youre looking out for me."

he said, looking from me to the paper sat on the counter. i furrowed my brows, looking over the island to see what it was. i laughed when i realized he was trying to make a cake.

"marcus what are you doing?"

i asked, picking it up and shaking the flower off of it. he sent me a bashful smile.

"well, i was trying to make a cake for missy's birthday but i guess that ship sailed a while ago."

he said, looking around to the mess he had worked so hard on. i shook my head, waving my hand in the air and everything picking itself back upright, the empty bowls stacking together and the powders on the counter making their way into a pile.

"here, let me help."

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"Okay, now that the cake is done, what else did you need help with?"

I asked, wiping my hands on the kitchen towel and looking to him expectantly. He sighed.

"All of it actually."

He said, shaking his head and walking to the table. I raised a brow and followed him.

"Marcus you make it sound like you've never had a birthday party for missy before."

I said with a laugh and he sent me a look, turning his datapad on.

"I know but I never did any of this, it was always her mom. And last year be both just agreed on no party, just take time to be together instead."

I nodded as I sat beside him.

"I know how much you both miss her, hell I find myself missing her sometimes too. She really was the best part of the team, even without powers."

I lamented, looking to my hands now folded in front of me on the table.

"I just wish things were easier."

He said and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm sure they'll get there, one day at a time. But you gotta work at it, like today. You've already successfully made a cake."

I pointed out and he laughed.

"Yeah, and without your help that probably would've ended very badly."

I laughed too, shaking my head.

"Baking really isn't for everyone."

I said and he side nodded, opening a planning sheet in his tablet.

"You can say that again."

He mumbled, turning it to show me.

"This is what I have so far, and everything she wanted."

He said and I nodded, reading through it.

"This is her twelfth birthday, and she's finally made more friends, thanks to the heroics program. I just want this to be a special one for her."

He said and I sent him a small smile.

"So, did she give you this invite list, or did you make it yourself?"

I asked and he looked at me funny.

"Both?"

He asked and I laughed a little bit.

"Okay, that's good, I guess. Cause it's her party so you want to make sure you're inviting people she likes to talk to and hang out with."

He nodded in understanding.

"Right. I did run it by her but i sent the cards out already, time wasnt really on my side for this one."

He said bashfully and I nodded once.

"thats Okay, it looks like you at least have a theme done. That's good. List of essentials. Oh okay. now let's look at what you have planned."

I scrolled down and stopped, sending him a look. So far he just had 'sleepover?' he let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

"A sleepover?"

I asked and he shrugged, slouching a little defeated.

"Yeah I don't know. It just seemed like a good idea. She used to have them all the time. But again, I never really did any of that stuff."

I nodded, tapping the screen and deleting his idea.

"Here, how about this: a pool party. I know you're a master of the grill, you could invite all the heroic kids and their parents over and have a barbeque. The kids can swim. It'll be a good time."

I suggested and he nodded, a wide smile on his face.

"That actually sounds like a really good idea y/n."

He said and I sent him a knowing smile.

"we can run that by missy too, just to make sure, we only have a few days after all and we need time to notify the guests that weve changed things."

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when the big day finally came i was awoken from my spot on the couch to missy jumping down the stairs excitedly, a wide smile across her face as she dug in the fridge for something for breakfast. i had spent the night to help marcus decorate and was definitely regretting staying up as late as we did.

"morning."

she said in a chipper tone and i offered her a smile as i sat up.

"morning."

i said a little groggy, looking back over to the stairs as marcus trudged down them too, a tired look on his face.

"morning."

he groaned, going straight to the coffee pot and pouring a cup. i laughed a little at him as i stood up, stretching out.

"ready to get cooking?"

i asked, pulling my sweater on. i hadnt expected to sleep over so i was still in the clothes i had worn over. he just sent me a look, missy eating at the table now and nodding quickly.

"why did we make this thing for one oclock again?"

he asked playfully and missy sent him a look.

"youre the one who agreed to the pool party."

she pointed out and he made an 'o' shape with his mouth, making missy and i both laugh as i joined her at the table.

"alright, let me go get dressed and then we will start cooking."

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when the party was finally over and everything was cleaned up i looked to marcus, drying the last of the dishes and putting them away quietly.

"what ya thinking about?"

i asked, leaning into the island and watching him intently. he frowned at me for a second.

"do you think she really had fun today?"

he said, looking over to the couch. after all the guests had left missy had showered and changed, and after having aloe applied generously to her sunburnt face, fell into a deep sleep sitting on the couch. i smiled, remembering what she had said to me earlier when she came in to get a drink.

"well considering she thanked earlier for making her birthday a special one for both of you im gonna go with yes."

i said, him finally smiling back at me as he put the last dish away.

"she really said that?"

he asked and i nodded.

"it was mentioned."

he sent me a look.

"she had said that not only was she having fun, but she was just happy to see you enjoying yourself again too. all the heroics laughing and having a good time next to their kids also having a good time; you really made a difference today."

he shook his head.

"okay, and what about you?"

i raised a brow.

"what about me?"

"did you have a good time today?"

he asked pointedly and i sighed out a laugh.

"yes Marcus, i had a very good time today."

i confirmed and he nodded once.

"good, because i would feel so bad if you hadnt. youve helped me so much here lately, i think you deserve it the most out of all of us."

i shook my head at him amused.

"thanks, but i doubt that."

he swallowed hard, furrowing his brows.

"no no don't say that, you work twice as hard as the rest of us. i just wish you could see that."

i looked to the ceiling for a moment before standing up and stretching.

"well if thats true then i think i deserve some sleep. though it has been fun, it has been one long day."

he nodded once.

"want to stay the night again? you can sleep upstairs in my room tonight if you want, i think missy has kind of taken over your spot."

he said with a laugh.

"i probably shouldnt, i need to get home, i gotta get my mail water my plants, all that jazz."

he watched me with a light gaze as i gathered up my things.

"well, im glad you could come over. and if you want to come back tomorrow for lunch-"

"id love that marcus."

i said and he smiled at me, a small blush visibly rising to his face.

"its a date?"

he asked, walking to the door with me. i thought for a second and nodded.

"yeah, its a date."

i said, his smile getting wider as i stepped outside.

"ill text you what time ill be over."

"ill be waiting."

[lousimusician]

Trying To Adjust

Pairing: Frat!Tom x Reader

Requested By: @blissonal

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could request a frat!tom imagine/blurb, where tom is having a hard time adjusting to a real relationship and it makes the reader think that he’s with other girls/just playing her. I just like a lot of angst, so end it however you want.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning: Angst

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Tom: Sorry babe, can’t tonight, there’s gonna be another party

You stared blankly at the text Tom just sent before shutting your phone and dropping your hand down, making it hit your bed which you were currently laying on.

You sighed sadly, gaining the attention of your roommate, “What’s up?” Elizabeth asked.

”Nothin’” you mumbled, “Tom just blew me off again.”

Her eyes snapped up to you, looking away from her laptop at her desk, “Again!” She exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes, “Yup.”

”What the hell, why?”

You shrugged, “I dunno...” you trailed off.

”You don’t think he’s cheating on you, right?”

”What,” you sat up quickly, “No of course not! Why? Do you?” You asked, suddenly fearing the worst.

”Well I don’t know, but he doesn’t have a very good reputation. He used to sleep around a lot.”

”I mean, I knew that but once we started dating he obviously stopped.”

She shrugged, “Yeah but maybe he fell back in his old ways. Like he was really bad. I remember this one time where he was in the quad with his friends and there were these three girls that found out he was playing them all at the same time, I’m talking like the same situation in John Tucker Must Die— which is a great movie, but I digress— only they didn’t do it as good as the movie did, but they all approached him in the quad and each one of them gave this long speech about why he’s a dick and one of them even slapped him. And then you know what happened later that night?”

”No,” you said, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

”He had a foursome later that night at a party with all of them!”

”What!” You hissed.

”Well, I don’t know that for sure, but that’s what the rumors say,” she shrugged.

You groaned, falling back on your bed, “Ugh, I don’t know what to think. Everything was going so well and then he just started blowing me off, like at the very least he could invite me to these parties he’s always going to.”

”Why don’t you just go anyway?”

“I don’t know... I won’t know anybody there.”

”You’ll know Tom and he’s your boyfriend, that’s enough in my opinion for you to show up.” 

You paused, considering this, “But don’t they have stupid rules, like the girls need to wear dresses that practically shows off their entire ass.”

Elizabeth laughed, “Yeah, I have a dress like that if you need one.”

You paused again, “Sure.”

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You don’t really know why you agreed to go, it just seemed sneaky on your part. Like you were the untrustful girlfriend that just wanted to see if her boyfriend was being faithful. Which isn’t exactly the kind of thing you wanted to impose on this relationship, especially since you’ve only been together a month and a half and things were still pretty new.

But here you were at your boyfriend’s frat party, with a thong that was all the way up your fucking ass and a dress that really wanted to show that off.

You walked through the house, gaining a few looks from guys that either knew you and looked surprised to see you here or guys that were too focused on your ass to notice anything else about you.

You didn’t see him in the living room or where there was a spot cleared so people can grind on each other to the music that had been playing (and you were really glad he wasn’t there).

So you naturally made your way to the kitchen, and

Bingo.

You were immediately able to spot the locks of brown hair just from looking at him from behind.

He had currently been talking to a bunch of his frat brothers about whatever the fuck they usually talked about. Noah, probably your least favorite frat member, noticed you, his face lighting up.

”Oooooh!” He shouted, “Look who’s arrived!” He shouted again, following it with his own whipping sound affect, throwing his hand back then forward to mimic the motion.

You rolled your eyes, yeah you really hated Noah.

Tom immediately spun on his heels, the smile that had previously been on his face faltered, eyes widening in panic.

”(Y/N)!” He yelled in surprise, “What- uh what are you doing here.”

”I wanted to see you, can we talk for a second?”

You had barely finished the sentence when another one of his friends yelled out, “Pussy-whipped!”

Tom glanced back at them before looking at you again, “I mean— we can talk here right?”

You clenched you’re jaw, disappointed that he was letting his loser friends get to him.

But you sucked it up and continued, “Sure, I decided to drop by since you couldn’t make it to the movies like we planned.” You said, stepping closer so you were in front of him.

”Oh well, that’s great darling,” he said leaning down to kiss you, making the others whistles, “But uh- are you sure you wanna stay? I’m gonna be kinda busy with entertaining tonight, and you don’t really know anyone here...” he trailed off.

You pouted, “You can’t hang out with me even for a few minutes?” You ignored the whipping noises the others had all started making now.

But unfortunately Tom couldn’t.

”I mean, I was kinda in the middle of something.”

You were really starting to feel your heart break with all this.

”We haven’t hung out lately.” You sighed.

Tom was beginning to start really guilty about all this. He hated making you sad and insecure, especially since it was technically his first real relationship and he wasn’t too into the idea of completely screwing it up already, but what else could he do? And it was really hard to think clearly with all the whipping noises behind him.

”I know baby, I’ll make it up to you though.”

”Okay, when?”

”Tomorrow.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Tomorrow? Tom I’ve already told you I’m heading home for the weekend.”

The teasing shouts and obnoxious noises from his friends were becoming deafening in Tom’s ears.

”Okay, when you get back.” He rushed, just wanting to get this conversation over with.

You were really starting to get pissed at this point, “Y’know, Elizabeth thinks you might be cheating on me.” 

And suddenly it was as if the shouts that were behind Tom completely stopped (When in reality they actually got louder).

”What? Cheating on you? And you believe that?” Tom couldn’t have been more insulted. You were actually the first girl he’s ever been faithful towards.

”I don’t know!” You shouted, “You keep blowing me off all the time and you barely text or call! Is it really that hard to believe that’s where my mind would go? Especially with your reputation?”

”No, stop it. You should know that I would never do that to you!”

”Well how am I supposed to know that when you never wanna hang out anymore!?” You yelled, not even feeling a little embarrassed by the show you were giving to his friends.

He grabbed your shoulders, “(Y/N) listen to me. I have never cheated on you.” He spoke slowly. “You’re the only girl that’s ever made me feel this way, why would I screw it up by sleeping with some girl I don’t like.”

At this point you were too mad to see his reasoning, ��I don’t know,” you snapped, “If you’re not cheating then why are you screwing this up by always caring so much about what these assholes think?” You asked, pointing at the group behind him.

”Whoa!” Noah shouted obnoxiously, “Little (Y/N)‘s got some fire in her! Tommyboy, is she like that in bed too!?”

Tom suddenly remembered them now, and starting glancing back at them nervously.

He groaned, “God! I don’t know what you want from me!” He yelled, running a hand through his curls.

”What I want?” You scoffed, “I want you to man up and be my boyfriend! Answer my calls and texts, and maybe make an effort to reach out to me too, and stop canceling every single one of our fucking plans! I don’t know what you think it is we have but it is not a functioning relationship!”

”Y’know what? Fine! Maybe if you hate our relationship so much, we should just break up!”

”Break up,” you hissed, “So your solution to fix a fucked up relationship is to just end it! Cause if it is I promise you that you will never have a healthy relationship!”

The sounds of his friends had finally started to die down.

”Who gives a shit! Maybe I don’t want a healthy relationship anyway, at least now I can fuck all the girls you thought I was cheating on you with!”

You could tell he was already falling back into the person you had met for the first time just two months ago. Just this douchey frat boy, who didn’t know how not to be a dick to everyone.

But now you wanted to hurt him because of how mad he was making you, “Fine by me! Then I can fuck all the guys I want to then too!”

“Fine! Good luck trying to find a guy that wants to fuck your annoying ass!”

Well that one stung.

You heard a quiet ‘oh shit’ from one of his friends, the whole room watching in anticipation.

You scoffed, “Oh trust me Holland, I will have no trouble finding guys.” 

He clenched his jaw, “You sure about that? This entire school already thinks you’re overbearing and bitchy.”

”Fine, you wanna play it like that?” You turned your head to one of his friends, who you were pretty sure was named Aaron, “You,” you pointed at him, “You wanna go up to your room and fuck?” You stated plainly.

He blinked in surprise, “What— like now?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes like now.”

”Fuck yeah!” He shouted, jumping to his feet, from where he was previously sitting on the kitchen counter.

Tom looked at him with wide eyes, “Aaron what the fuck?”

He gave Tom an unsympathetic shrug, “Sorry man, I mean look at her, she’s fucking hot,” he said, passing Tom to stand next to you.

You grinned, looking at Tom, “See Tommyboy?” You mocked, “He thinks I’m hot.” 

And just for that extra punch, you pulled Aaron down by the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips to his, turning so you could make direct eye contact with Tom while you kissed someone he had considered to be a friend up until a few seconds ago.

And you hated to admit how satisfied you felt upon seeing the destroyed look on his face.

You pulled away from Aaron, “Have fun fucking those girls and spending all your time with these assholes~” you sang, before dragging Aaron out of the kitchen by the wrist.

Tom stood there completely floored as to what had just happened.

Noah walked over to Tom and patted his shoulder, “Tough break. But look at the bright side. Now I can finally introduce you to Angelica right?”

Tom narrowed his eyes at him and shook his head, “Go fuck yourself.” He said before walking away from his “Friends”.

After that shit show, Tom spent the rest of his night locked up in his bedroom, going back and counting over every time he blew you off.

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[A/N]: Lol this was just supposed to be a short blurb but I couldn’t help myself

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[meganshinsou-tm]

i’m still here. (a)

☙ pairing: bakugou x reader / bakugou x kirishima

☙ theme:  angst

☙  cw/tw: profanity, grief/mourning, emotional distress, slight talk of wanting to die, could be seen as unhealthy grieving but there are no right or wrong ways to grieve, talk of death.

☙  a/n-request: so here it is, the spontaneous continuation of ‘i’m here’ - i just couldn’t help myself, I needed to get this out of my system. It hurts for a bit but I promise it gets better - also hope you don’t mind the end pairing, baku needs love and he deserves to be happy with that person. 

It’s been four months and Bakugou is - well he’s as good as he can be.

Sometimes he likes to think that the days are getting progressively better but then he finds himself awake way past the hour of midnight, walking around the house aimlessly and searching. Searching for something that he doesn’t even know. After a few more hours of talking to himself and cleaning random things, eating a small snack, Bakugou finally finds himself in bed tossing and turning until sleep finally takes him. 

Izuku and Kirishima have become his rocks and practical caretakers. 

They check in on him constantly but in a way that isn’t overbearing. Both of them make sure that their friend doesn’t stay holed up inside the house for longer than needed by becoming gym buddies, dragging him out to guys’ nights with them and the squad. Bakugou goes without too much resistance. Of course he rather stay in and wait for something that’ll never come but he knows he has to keep his sanity and he knows that you would kick his ass for sulking and wallowing in grief for too long. So he goes and by the end of the night, he’s always happy that he did but he’ll never admit that to the two idiots he calls his best friends. 

And more than anything, Bakugou is grateful how they have never brought up the topic of … moving on. Because they know better - everyone does. 

Of course everyone agrees it’s way too soon to even consider Bakugou trying dating again but not only that, anyone who knows the guy knows that he probably never will even think about trying to find anyone else. You were it for him.

You weren’t like everyone else. 

It’s cliche to say but you were indeed special - you completed Bakugou in the ways he was imperfect and flawed yet you still loved those parts of him. His edges were still rough and brash but you somehow softened them without changing truly who he was because well - you loved him for who he was and the way he was. Such a fucking sap you always were. 

Bakugou doesn’t move to a new home, he doesn’t want to or need to. Your home wasn’t massive; it was the perfect size for just the two of you. 

And it was only a few weeks ago that he finally found the strength to part with your belongings. It was a rough day but thankfully the whole squad was there. Kirishima may or may not have tried to bribe them with beer and food but obviously it wasn’t needed, they were gonna be there for their friend no matter what. 

Starting out, Bakugou was okay while packing everything. Everyone reminisced on fond and happy memories of you. Izuku and Kirishima felt a sense of relief from seeing the blonde genuinely smiling a few times and hearing his laughter. For a moment they thought everything would go smoothly for the rest of the day but nothing ever really goes smoothly when you’re saying goodbye to what’s left of your deceased spouse.

It was when Mina and Sero started to pull out of the driveway in the U-Haul that Bakugou bolted out the door after them. Kirishima and Izuku were right behind him and barely managed to catch him before being hit by a truck. 

The three of them rolled around on the black-top road, all shouting and crying. 

“Let me fucking go you pieces of shit! Fuck!”

Kirishima bared his teeth, trying to fight back his own sobs from the heart wrenching sight of seeing his best friend like this.

“Kats, please calm down, don’t do this!”

Bakugou only growled and tried to blast off an explosion in his face but Kirishima knew better and hardened his skin to block it. Izuku choked on his own tears and ended up using black whip to help pin down the uncontrollable blonde, despite him and Kirishima being over 200lbs and holding him down the best they could.

“Kacchan, you could’ve just fucking died, you’re gonna hurt yourself!”

“I don’t fucking care … let me … I - I can be with her.”

Izuku and Kirishima both went rigid at those words and looked at each other with tear filled eyes before resting their weight on top of their broken friend in a pile there in the middle of the road. For the next half hour they all stayed there, crying and holding Bakugou together until he finally exhausted himself and didn’t fight about Kirishima picking him up and carrying him back inside.

“Kats I don’t care if you hate me for doing it but I’m calling a professional tomorrow. We love you … I love you man but we can only do so much for you. Please … just let us help you. We can’t lose someone else we love.”

Izuku nods in agreement and they bring Bakugou to the bedroom and tuck him into the bed like a child. He doesn’t complain or try to bite their heads off for it. 

“We’re proud of you for today Kacchan, please know that. Y-You still have the important things,” Izuku sniffles as he places a worn-looking rag doll cat in Bakugou’s arms. “You’ll always have the important things.”

Kirishima tries to smile as Bakugou turns his back to them and cuddles the item close to his face. It's instinctive and totally against his control but Kirishima reaches out and combs his fingers through Bakugou’s hair and it gives him hope when he feels the blonde relax under his touch.

“Try to get some rest Blasty. We aren’t gonna leave you alone so if you need anything, we’ll be here.”

A few weeks and plenty of therapy sessions later, Bakugou is back to doing okay. He’s back to being able to stay home alone without needing Izuku or Kirishima crashing on his couch. He returns to work and some days it helps while on others it hurts. 

It’ll take more time to get used to Kirishima being his new side-kick but as long as it's him, he’ll be okay. 

Life slowly but surely starts to get easier … until those nights like tonight where Bakugou is wide awake at four in the morning. It’s been a while since its happened and truly Bakugou is exhausted but he just can’t sleep - he doesn’t mind though. It’s nights like these where he’s glad to still be awake with tired eyes and body because it’s nights like these where you come to him.

It may be crazy but Bakugou is adamant that you’re still there sometimes, your spirit at least. And when he's exhausted and delirious enough like he is now, you’ll become more than just memories and a presence. Soon enough you start to become real again and he can feel you holding him close and petting his hair. Feel those soft kisses on his lips and all over his face and neck. Bakugou can see those bright eyes again and feel your own warm skin against his in bed. 

And even though he really is getting better at all of this, he still has his moments. He’s only human after all. A human who lost the most precious and important thing in his life so tragically. So no one can blame him for feeling the things he does and for having a down moment - hell even his therapist reassured him of that. 

‘Everyone grieves in their own way and these occurrences don’t mean you’re crazy. Just as long as you see them for what they truly are and know that eventually they will end.’

It hurts to think that these will end so Bakugou cherishes them and prolongs them for as long as he fucking can. He gives into the phantom feelings, finds comfort in them. Then he starts to hear you and you talk to each other. He tells you how some days he’s okay and others he just misses you so fucking much and he doesn’t want to go on, he wants to be with you. 

In those times you quiet him with kisses and hums, telling him it’s not time yet. 

“The world needs you,” is whispered upon his skin and it makes him groan in disagreement.

“Fuck the what the world needs - I need you!”

You chuckle and lightly flick the tip of Bakugou’s nose and he wishes it hurt like it used to.

“You don’t need me Katsuki, if anything, I’m not what you need at all right now … at least not like this,” you speak quietly but still smile. “But you will always have me. I’m all around you.”

Bakugou pouts and you brush your thumb over his bottom lip before looking down and taking his hand in yours. Your finger traces the hard edges of the wedding band that’s now a matte black color after he found a jeweler who was able to add a small amount of your cremains into the material of it.

“You literally take me everywhere you go and even before then, I’ve never left you. Someone’s gotta watch over your crazy ass. I’m just glad Red is there to help me out.”

Bakugou smirks and moves to nuzzle the crook of your neck, his hair tickling the underside of your jaw and causing you to giggle and hold him tighter. The sound pains him and Bakugou starts to softly cry. You hold him even tighter and he holds you with a death grip.

That feeling is returning in him and he hates it. It’s overwhelming and it's cold. It’s hopelessness.

“How am I supposed to keep doing this? I don’t want to spend four more months like this … I don’t want to spend years like this … fucking - tell me how I can get you back, I need you … I fucking need you so much, I can’t - “

“Shh, baby breathe, I'm here - you know I’m always here.”

Bakugou frowns hard and buries his face into your chest to muffle the heartbreaking sob he lets out, his fists start to smoke and he shakes his head.

“But you’re not! You’re not fucking here!”

He pulls away from the pillow he’s burning now in order to breathe and scream out in agony. Bakugou continues until his vocal chords feel raw and there’s a giant hole in the wall above the headboard from him repeatedly punching it. Looking down through teary eyes, Bakugou notices his knuckles are bloody and throbbing in pain. A few minutes pass and he’s on his knees hunched over in the middle of the bed, sheet-rock is crumbled all around him on the covers and he sighs, wiping angrily at his tears. 

Soon the feeling of fingers in his hair, scratching against his scalp soothingly causes Bakugou to deflate and he sinks back as you hold him close, back to your chest and your cheek pressed against the top of his hair. He clings to your arms around him. Tears roll from his irritated and red eyes, snot down his nose as he sniffles. 

“I’m sorry,” you both whisper out in unison.

You press kiss after kiss against soft ash blonde hair, against ruddy warm cheeks and tear filled eyes. Bakugou suppresses his whimper, he can feel what's coming and he doesn’t like it.

“Call him … you need him right now, do this for me please,” you speak upon the side of Bakugou’s neck. 

Bakugou grunts and leans over to grab his phone from the nightstand, laying down on his side in the process. You move with him and place yourself before him to hold close, letting his arms wrap tight around you. The ghosting of fingers against his cheekbone makes Bakugou look down at you with red tired eyes. He can see the choice in your own and can feel it in the way you lean in and kiss his lips so softly that it feels like air before pressing your forehead against his.

“You’ll be okay Katsuki, I know you will. Just - breathe for me; and always know that I’m right here baby,” you whisper while placing your palm to the space over his heart.

Bakugou’s bottom lip trembles and he nods. He shifts to press his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of strawberries and cream that's ingrained in his senses as his eyes squeeze shut before kissing the top of your head and letting out a long breath.

“I’ll be okay.”

When his eyes open, Bakugou swallows the lump in his throat and eases the death grip he has on the charred pillow. He sighs and swipes a finger across the screen of his phone and moves to lay on his back, pressing the device to his ear.

It rings only a few times before a raspy voice is answering with concern.

“Kats, what’s wrong?”

Bakugou looks up from his newspaper and cup of coffee when the door to the backyard opens. He smirks and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and watches as Kirishima and Ghost both come barreling in. The giant mastiff is slobbering and panting, so is Kirishima, except the slobbering part - well sort of. 

“Whew - oh hey sleeping beauty,” Kirishima gleams and takes a step towards where Bakugou is seated at the kitchen counter, lips puckered and arms open wide.

He’s stopped by a finger to the mouth, halting him from going any further.

“Don’t even think about it, you’re disgusting!

Kirishima gives those stupid puppy eyes that everyone, even himself, were always weak to and a whimper coming from below makes Bakugou look down to see Ghost also giving her own literal puppy eyes. 

“You’re both pathetic, there’s no way I’m - oof!”

Bakugou is tackled off his seat and onto the ground by Kirishima, knocking his glasses off in the process. Ghost joins in and smothers him in an abnormal amount of slobber as she licks his face excitedly and Kirishima kisses his cheeks - which, gross, he doesn’t even care that he’s kissing where there is drool. But Bakugou can’t help cackling and grinning as he tries to shove them off. 

 “Both of you fucking stink, get offa me! You need baths!”

Kirishima smirks and pulls away enough for Bakugou to wipe his face.

“I’ll make you a deal Blasty, I shower then give this pretty lady a bath - if you make us breakfast!

Kirishima firmly pats and pets the giant dog, looking at his boyfriend with a playful light in his red eyes.

Bakugou sighs, “If it’ll get you gross animals off then fine!”

Smiling victoriously, Kirishima sits back on his knees and helps with pulling the dog away. She quickly forgets about them and trots off to her toys in the living room. Kirishima offers his hand, Bakugou takes it and together they stand from the floor. 

Bakugou rolls his eyes but smirks and playfully pushes at Kirishima’s shoulder. His wrist is caught and Kirishima pulls him in for a hug. It’s sticky and sweaty but a smile forms on his face and Bakugou accepts it without question, along with the gentle kiss to his temple.

“Slept okay?” 

Kirishima asks, running his fingers through Bakugou’s hair when they pull away from their hug. Bakugou leans into the touch and nods.

“As good as I could with two giants hogging the bed and snoring loud enough to shake the fucking walls.”

Kirishima chuckles and takes Bakugou’s hand, letting his thumb brush over the black band that still remains on his finger, he smiles fondly at it.

“I’ll take that as a ‘I slept great babe!’”

Bakugou snorted and patted Kirishima’s chest, leaning in to kiss his sweaty cheek before lightly pushing him away and wiping the salty taste from his mouth. 

“If you want breakfast, you better get your rank ass in the shower and hold up your end of the bargain.”

“Aye, aye captain!” Kirishima salutes with a massive smile and turns to jog out and towards the bedroom.

Shaking his head with a smile, Bakugou picks up the mess of his forgotten newspaper on the counter. He skims over the front page and smiles at the picture taken of him and Kirishima. Their backs face the camera, Kirishima’s arm around Bakugou as they look upon the cherry blossom tree that was planted in your memory at one of your favorite parks. It had bloomed just in time for the one year anniversary of your passing and there were numerous gifts left around the trunk of it from fans and friends.

Bakugou runs a finger over your printed name on the paper and for the first time since that one night, he feels you pressed against him, hugging him close from behind and pressing your cheek to his back. Smiling, Bakugou rubs at your hands over his stomach and he looks up when he hears Kirishima walking back into the kitchen with a question that he doesn’t hear.

The redhead looks him over confused at first and Bakugou just gives him the softest and fondest smile, still rubbing over the space of his stomach and Kirishima’s eyes widen. He crosses his arms and leans against the fridge, smiling at Bakugou while he states softly.

“She’s here.”

[minghaocouture]

Free Food and Proposals

Pairing: Lee Minhyuk (Monsta X) x Reader Genre: Pure Fluff, maybe a little bit of crack. Warnings: Language WC: 2.2k

***

“Yes of course! Of course I’ll marry you!” You exclaimed, sliding the ring onto your finger before basically tackling Minhyuk into a tight hug and planting a soft kiss onto his lips. He beamed at you as you pulled away and as the sound of applause filled the restaurant. The strangers were obviously enjoying this open display of love.

Oh if only they knew.

As the two of you sat back down at your table to finish your meal, you noticed the waiter making their way over. Subtly, you kicked Minhyuk’s leg under the table and wiggled your eyebrows. To most people, that would have just been flirting, but you Minhyuk and you it was a signal. So he reached across the table and took your hand. 

“Wait until we tell your mother, she’s going to have a field day helping you plan.” He laughed as he spoke, and gently rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand. Your attention strayed from him as the waiter arrived with a soft smile on his face.

“The staff would like to congratulate you on your future marriage, so tonight please don’t worry about the bill. Your meal is on the house.” He explained, giving a small bow as you and Minhyuk thanked him. The two of you even went so far as to ask him to take a picture of the two of you so that you could send it to your families. He agreed.

It took a lot for you to not break character as you posed, making sure to show off the ring as the waiter snapped your photo. 

The rest of the meal went exactly as planned and before you knew it the two of you were back in Minhyuk’s car and driving back to your apartment. 

“I still can’t believe this works! People are so blind sometimes.” You exclaimed, pulling the ring off of your finger and handing it over to Minhyuk so he could return it to it’s box. Minhyuk couldn’t stop laughing, even as he was driving. One hand leaving the steering wheel to wipe away some stray tears from how hard he was laughing. 

“Asking for the picture was a nice touch! Not as good as the tears from last time, but still.” He told, turning onto the highway. Making an attempt to stop his laughter so that he didn’t crash the car.

This wasn’t a new game for the two of you. Go to a restaurant, Minhyuk presents you with a real (but super fake) looking ring and asks you to marry him. You freak out and cause a scene to get people all soft about the happy marriage proposal. Then, if you’re lucky, either the waiter or manager will come over and offer your meal on the house as a way to congratulate you. There were times where it didn’t happen, but the free meals were frequent enough that the two of you had turned it into a game. In fact, you’d been doing this almost as long as you had been dating.

Despite the game, the two of you hadn’t really spoken about actual marriage. You didn’t hate the idea of being married to Minhyuk, he made you happy and in the words of Jessica Rabbit, he made you laugh. Despite this, you both were still pretty young and you weren’t sure if he ever even wanted to get married. Hell,You didn’t even live together. 

Well...not technically, Minhyuk was definitely at your apartment more than he was his own. He even joked about how he would think he lost some article of clothing only to find it the next time he visited your house. You were honestly debating on just asking him to move in, you liked not coming home to an empty house and it would be cheaper for the two of you if he did.

“I’m just dropping you off today babe, tonight’s that DJ event thingie that I told you about the other day. Gotta support our boy.” He explained, pulling up to your complex and parking in a spot he definitely wasn’t supposed to park in so that you wouldn’t have to walk as far to your door. 

“Ugh, I hate missing Hyungwon’s shows just because I work mornings. Curse adult life!” You pouted, he had invited you about a week ago, so it had been too late to ask your boss for the day off but because no one else at your job wanted to work mornings so your boss had a tendency to schedule you. So you were out of luck.

Minhyuk giggled at your intense reaction, leaning over to your side of the car to press a soft kiss against your lips which caused you immediately to stop pouting. 

“I’ll message you when I get home from the show okay?” He said as he pulled back, reaching up and gently ruffling your hair. You retaliated with a small whine as you playfully slapped his hand away so he wouldn’t continue to mess up your hair. “And i’ll pick you up from work tomorrow like we planned. We’ll go grab some ice cream since you have to work with that dick tomorrow.” 

With a groan you slumped in your seat and jutted out your lower lip at the reminder of your least favorite colleague. Your pout once again causes your boyfriend to let out a laugh, pinching your cheeks lightly.

“Awe my poor baby.” His teasing being interrupted by a loud car horn blaring. The two of you looked out the back window, realizing that the owner of his parking spot had returned home. You practically jumped out of the car, giving him one last kiss before doing so. 

“Have fun tonight baby! Tell the guys I said hi!” You exclaimed as you flung the car door open, turning towards the car whose’s spot that was and giving a small wave as your apology to the other driver before you hightailed it into your apartment

***

“And then he said he was ‘always modest’!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands into the air in frustration as you exited the car. Work had been absolutely terrible that day, as it usually was when you had shifts with Daehyun. He was the slowest member of the staff, yet walked around like he was the best thing since sliced bread. He was always boasting about himself and his accomplishments (despite still being a waiter) and then had the balls to say he was ‘modest’. Then to top it all off, he was super sexist so even when you were right about a policy or something he refused to listen to you. He infuriating to work with.

“I really wish your boss would stop scheduling you with him. If you want, I can get Hyunwoo to go up to your work and hassle him. I’d do it myself but they know I’m your boyfriend.” Minhyuk wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, as the two of you entered the ice cream parlor. It was times like this you were even more grateful for your boyfriend. He was so kind and could always make you feel better after a terrible day. 

Laughing, you rejected his suggestion. The two of you made your way up to the counter to pay but as you were waiting for your ice cream to be prepared, you noticed Minhyuk fidgeting with something in his pocket and he looked kind of nervous.

“Everything okay Hyukie?” You questioned, maybe you had gone too far with your venting and he was upset? Or maybe something had happened and he needed to vent too.

He removed his arm from your shoulder and backed away from you slightly. His left hand still stuffed inside his pants pocket. He sighed softly before speaking.

“I’m not really sure how to say this and I’m sure I could have done this at a better time but..” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair. Your heart sank and you grew worried that this was it and he was breaking up with you, for some reason you went to the worst scenario out of fear. It wasn’t like Minhyuk to hesitate when talking to you. You didn’t interrupt him though, and just let him continue.

“We’ve been together for a while now, and you know I love you soooo much. Like I love you more than every single whale in the whole ocean!” You tilted your head a bit out of confusion, all worry from a minute ago was gone completely. It sounded like he was proposing, but the two of you hadn’t planned this for today and you usually didn’t do this at places you frequented. Maybe something had happened, or he forgot his wallet? Whatever the case was, you did as you usually did and played along with the act.

“I know it’s probably silly doing this here but,” He pulled a small box out of his pocket, you noticed that it was a different shade of blue than the one that your prop ring was held in. “I was thinking that if I was going to propose then I would want to do it somewhere we are both happy. Ice cream makes everyone happy.” He was rambling now, and you thought that it was definitely a good touch. You’d have to commend him on his speech later.

With a deep and shaky sigh, Minhyuk knelt to one knee right in front of the check out counter and in view of all of the other customers. 

“You wanna get married? I’m just saying...I think i’d be a pretty good husband.” Letting out a nervous laugh, he stared up at you with a hopeful smile. Playing the role of the shocked sweetheart, you paused and let the situation sit in the air for a moment before placing a hand over the large smile that had spread across your face. Then proceeded to nod rapidly, hoping you could make yourself cry for this. If you couldn’t it wasn’t the end of the world. 

He stood and quickly slid the ring onto your left hand before pulling you into a tight hug, while your audience clapped to congratulate you. 

He pulled away and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before he turned back to the counter and apologized to the clerk for stopping the line for so long. The little old lady just cooed at the two of you as she passed your ice cream over.

“It’s no trouble dearie, it’s always nice to see young love. I’m so glad to see two of my favorite regulars so happy. Consider these cones on the house.” She exclaimed. Minhyuk beamed and bowed to thank her, and you followed suit. The lady had always been super nice to you anytime you came in. It’s gonna be a bit of a hassle to remember that you’re ‘engaged’ every time you visit in the future, but that was the price of the game you supposed.

The two of you took a seat at a table inside the parlor and snacked on your ice cream, occasionally someone would walk over and congratulate you if they had been witness to your public proposal. You would both thank them, blush a bit, basically act the part.

After your ice creams were finished the two of you returned to his car, and you slumped down into the passenger seat. 

“Ahhh that was such a good one Hyukie! You almost had me fooled you know! Your rambling definitely made it feel more real.” You said as you took off the ring to return to him. Getting a better look at it this time, it was definitely a different ring than you would usually use. It was a lot more realistic too. 

Turning your gaze back to your boyfriend, you were met with a dumbfounded expression.

“You’re joking right?” He let out an almost defeated laugh that seemed to morph into his usual bright and bubbly laughter. You just stared at him for a moment, mildly wondering if your boyfriend had officially lost it. It certainly felt like it.

After his laughs subsided, he took the ring from you. His smile was almost blinding.

“I have never been more in love with you than I am right now.” he muttered, slipping the ring back onto your ring finger. “That was a real proposal you dork. You think I’m so cheap I won’t pay for ice cream?” 

Wait what?

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, completely taken off guard by what he had confessed. You hadn’t been expecting a real proposal...like ever. Yet it had happened and you had thought it was all a game. Honestly you felt a bit embarrassed and extremely dumb. This feeling took complete control and had you shoving your face into your hands, letting out a long muffled scream. The only thing this accomplished was to have Minhyuk laughing all over again.

“Hey! You can’t hide!” He ordered between bouts of laughter. “You have to give me your answer!”

“You really think I could say no to you?” You muttered, face still hidden behind your hands. You felt his hands gently grasp your wrists in an attempt to pull your hands away.

“What was that I couldn’t hear you?”

Of course he was teasing you, he probably would tease you about this for the rest of your lives. 

“I said, of course I’ll marry you. You absolute dork!” You confirmed the answer by pulling him closer As close as you could get in the front seat of a car and planting a long kiss on his lips.

[bellebridgerton]

Mine (Adam Sackler x Reader)

Adam comes home aggravated, he had a long day on set. He felt like he couldn't get anything right today. He throws himself down onto the couch, growling with his hands over his eyes.

(Y/n) walks out from her room, having heard his growls. She closes their front door, then walks over to Adam, "Welcome home." She gently taps his legs, so she can sit down.

As he lays his legs over her lap, he sighs, "I fucked up on set, I couldn't do anything right today."

Sighing, (Y/n) gently rubs his leg affectionately, "Don't beat yourself up, just relax, everyone has bad days. Relax, and let me take care of you." She carefully gets up and opens the oven, getting out the Chinese food she brought home.

Adam wills himself to get up when he hears a knock on the door. He opens the door to see Jessa, and he groans, "What are you fucking doing here?" He was getting over all the stress and trauma Jessa and her friends caused him.

Jessa smirks, "I was missing you, thought I'd come see you."

Adam feels so glad in this moment, that (Y/n) was never part of that group. He had met her when they were in an acting class. (Y/n) went into Broadway, having immense success, while Adam focused mainly on film.

He looks at Jessa, "Go away, I am done with you, I'm done with all your little selfish friends, all of it."

(Y/n) sees Jessa and rolls her eyes, she had seen Adam suffer through all the acrobatics those girls put him through. She was there for the tantrums, the crying, the depression trips. She was never scared of him, only scared for him.

She walks over to the doorway, crosses her arms, looking Jessa in the eye, despite being shorter. (Y/n)has a stone cold sneer, "Get lost. I won't have you crawling back to him because you know you have no one else who would put up with your bullshit."

Jessa looks past (Y/n), "You love me, I know you do."

Adam rolls his eyes at Jessa, keeping his focus mainly on (Y/n).

(Y/n) laughs, "If you come back, I will have a restraining order put on you."

Jessa smirks, "When she stops fucking you, come find me, Adam."

Adam sighs and closes the door, he looks at (Y/n), "I can handle that myself."

(Y/n) looks up at Adam, smiles softly, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you need help when it comes to those girls."

Adam sighs, knowing she's right, he's been best friends with her for years, she's seen his life, he can't lie to her. Except he has been, he's been in love with her, he fell for her when he was messing around with Hannah, but she dated a guy for a minute, and it felt to him like the door closed. Adam hugs her, "But you help me."

(Y/n) hugs back, gently rubbing his back. She giggles softly, "And I always will. Come on, I brought home food from that Chinese place you like so much."

Adam looks at her, "Fuuuuuck, you're amazing." He lets go of her and goes to the kitchen, makes himself a plate. (Y/n) follows suit and makes her plate, she grabs two sodas out of the fridge.

Adam sits on the couch, turns on the TV, waiting for (Y/n). She sits down and hands him his drink, Adam smiles a bit, "Thanks kid." She smiles at the pet name and starts eating. Adam picks a show he knows she likes, and they eat peacefully.

After dinner, (Y/n) went to her room to play around online, so she wouldn't disrupt Adam's woodworking.

"FUCK! WORK MOTHERFUCKER!", and crashing was heard from outside, (Y/n) gets up from her bed and opens her bedroom door. She sees Adam, hunching slightly, his chest heaving. She thinks this must be his release for how today went for him. Their eyes meet and she sees anger, frustration, and sadness. (Y/n) ignores the fact that she's barefoot, walks over to him and wraps her arms around his shoulders. This causes Adam to drop the things in his hands and hold her. He buries his face into her neck and mumbles, "I'm sorry."

She gently plays with his hair, "Shhh, you don't need to be sorry." Adam's grateful to her, he knows some people get scared of him when he gets angry, but she never has. She gently pulls back a little, "How about we go to my room, and just hang out, we don't have to say anything, just be there?"

Adam nods, not trusting his voice right now. He grabs her hand and walks to her room, leaving his mess for later. He lays on her bed, "Lay on me?" He doesn't mean it in a sexual way, he just wants to hold her. (Y/n) nods and gently lays on him, her head on his chest.

She listens to his heartbeat, then looks up at him, kisses his cheek. She rests her chin on his chest, "Hey, you know I'd do anything for you."

Adam smiles, his hands gently rubbing her back, "Anything?"

(Y/n) giggles, "Anything."

Adam nods and looks at her, "Well, the feeling's mutual, kid." He didn't want to say too much right now.

(Y/n) smiles, "Do you work tomorrow?" She uses her eyes to play Connect the Dots with his freckles.

Adam shakes his head, "No, I have tomorrow off, is there anything you want to do?"

(Y/n) smiles, "I want us to be lazy and watch movies!" Adam laughs and nods, hugs her, (Y/n) giggles and cuddles Adam. She plays with his hair, laying her head on his shoulder, "Your hair is so soft."

Adam chuckles, "Thanks, kid."

(Y/n) sits up and gets off of him, grabs her laptop, casts Netflix to her TV, plays a show they both like.

They both pass out after a few hours of the show, (Y/n)'s head on Adam's arm.

Groggily waking up, (Y/n) walks to the kitchen, makes breakfast for her and Adam. She knows that if he makes it, it could very well be boring. Adam eats more for fuel, he rarely eats something because it's tasty.

Smelling the pancakes and sausages, Adam wakes up, trudges his way to the kitchen. He sleepily smiles at (Y/n) and gets himself a glass of milk. He leans against the counter and drinks his milk, "Morning, doll."

(Y/n) smiles and cooks, "Morning, Stretch." She makes them each a plate, then hands him his plate.

Adam chuckles, "Thanks, looks good."

(Y/n) smiles and sits down at the table with her plate, "Thanks." She starts eating, watches Adam nearly scarfing down food like someone is about to take it from him.

After breakfast they go to (Y/n)'s room and hang out, watching movies.

As the evening rolls around, (Y/n)'s friend, Jess, texts her, asking if she'd come out partying. (Y/n) figured Adam might like to go dancing, she looks up at him, "Hey, want to come with me and my friend Jess to a club tonight?"

Adam wasn't really in the mood for other people tonight, he just wants to keep (Y/n) at home with him. He shakes his head, "No thanks kid, why don't we stay home?"

(Y/n) looks at Adam, "You can stay home, I want to go out." She was tired of waiting to see if anything would happen between them.

Adam pouts, "Fine, do whatever you want. Just don't bring home a random guy."

(Y/n) was shocked at Adam, "Don't you know I'd never do that?!"

Adam chuckles, "Then why go out tonight? Am I not fun enough for you?"

(Y/n) rolls her eyes, "I'm going to get ready to go out." She grabs a dress and some shoes, goes to the bathroom.

(Y/n) walks out in a beautiful red dress, clinging to all the right places. Adam looks at her, "You're not going out."

(Y/n) crosses her arms and looks at him, "Oh really?" She was annoyed at this point.

Adam walks closer to her, "Really, at least not in that. I'll rip it off before you get the chance." He bites his lip, placing his hands on her hips.

(Y/n) looks up at him, blushing. She rests her hands on his chest, "I dare you."

Adam smirks, "You're in for it, doll." He picks her up and takes her to her room, kissing her passionately and roughly. She kisses back, holding onto him. She kicks off her shoes, and Adam grabs her shoes, "Put these back on."

(Y/n) blushes and puts them back on, while Adam gets her out of her dress. He picks her up and throws her onto the bed, stripping as fast as he can. (Y/n) kisses him, sitting up on her knees. Adam kisses back and grabs her ass, makes her lay down again. He gets on top, kissing all over her body. She giggles and moans, watching him do what he wants. He smirks, "You're gonna pay for being such a fucking tease." He grabs a condom and opens it, slides it on.

(Y/n) kisses him, whispers against his lips, "Punish me then." Adam grins and roughly slides into her, causing her to gasp and moan. He doesn't let up, goes as hard as he can, for as long as he can.

He grunts in pleasure, "I'm gonna cum!" (Y/n) nods and moans, unable to form intelligible words right now. They both cum shortly after and Adam slides out, throws away the condom and lays next to (Y/n), he kisses her cheek. She kisses his chest and cuddles him. He slaps her ass, "No clubs, unless I say you can."

(Y/n) raises her eyebrow at Adam, "Why?"

He smiles, "Because my woman isn't going to be dancing provocatively in front of other men, unless I'm there to let them know that you're mine."

[fanfics-for-the-hockey-fan]

Snowed In - Fredrick Andersen

Notes: Sorry for the hug gap in posts, writers block hit me HARD.

Request: For the winter/xmas thing can you do: Freddie Andersen and 01. we just had a one-night stand but a massive storm hit so now we’re snowed in, hello awkward Cracking open an eye, I knew I wasn’t in my bedroom right away but it took me a second to remember everything from last night. I only had two drinks over the whole night so it wasn’t like I was drunk last night and that caused the memories to be unclear, but waking up in a bed that wasn’t your own was a little disorienting. Sitting up in bed, I didn’t see my bed partner from the night before in the room with me so I got out of bed, finding my clothes folded on a chair in the corner of the room. I got dressed, pulling on my jumpsuit and carrying my shoes with me. As I walked through the apartment I got a better look at it, the whole place was clean and very modern in design. I was too busy looking around that I didn’t realize that my one night stand was in the kitchen. When he cleared his throat, I jumped and turned to see him standing behind the kitchen island, shirtless holding a coffee mug. “Morning.”

“Hi. Um, thanks for last night. I’m gonna get out of your hair now. It was nice meeting you Freddie.” I tried to hurry out of the apartment but his voice stopped me.

“You can’t really leave.”

“Excuse me?”

“There was a massive snowstorm last night after we got in, the government basically shut down the city. If you don’t need to be outside they are giving out fines.” 

“Oh, um, I’ll just wait in the lobby of your building until they clear the streets and then I’m sure they will lift the ban.”

“It’s still snowing out.” I followed his gaze to the massive floor to ceiling windows that lined one wall of the living room. Outside it was still heavily snowing, large flakes that looked like they were ready to blanket the city for days. 

“It was barely snowing last night, I thought we were supposed to just get a dusting.” His eyes were kind and my heart was telling me to trust him while my head was trying to remind me that I just had a one night stand with him.

“The news says that the storm changed course at the last minute and is just hanging out over the city. They are saying now that the storm should clear out by tomorrow morning. Let me get you some comfortable clothes so you don’t have to wear that all day if you don’t want to.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” I watched as he left the kitchen, passing by me in the hallway where I had been standing since I was startled by him. I continued to stand there until he came back with a stack of folded clothes but he was still shirtless. 

“Thanks.” I took the pile of clothes from him before starting back down the hall, stepping back into the bedroom to change. The pile included a pair of sweatpants, a tee shirt, a sweatshirt, and a pair of thick socks. I pulled on all of the clothes and left my heels there too before heading back out to the main area of the apartment. Freddie had his back turned to me from where he was in the kitchen and he now had a shirt on. I walked into the kitchen, jumping when he quickly turned to look at me. “Thank you for the clothes.”

“Of course, I’m just glad you aren’t swimming in them.” Which is true, he had a whole foot and probably 80 pounds on me.

“I had to roll the pants so they didn’t drag or fall down but I like baggy clothes, honestly it is most of my wardrobe.” He gave me a soft smile as I pushed my hands out of the long sleeves of the sweatshirt so I could use them. “Do you have any coffee?”

“Yeah, of course. Can I get you something to eat?”

“I’m good with just coffee, I’m not really a breakfast person.” Freddie nods and turns to pour me some coffee while I check my phone, answer a few messages before tucking the phone into the pocket of the sweatshirt before taking the mug. “Thank you.” I wasn't sure what to do so I just sat down at the kitchen island, taking a sip of my coffee. 

“So Ariel, what do you do?”

“I own a small cosmetic shop; mainly soaps, lotions, and bath bombs. We make it all in house.”

“That’s so cool.” Freddie came to sit at the stool next to me. We talked about our jobs as we drank our coffees. “Would you like to watch a movie? It might kill time?”

“Yeah, sure. You can pick since I’m kind of crashing for a day.” We both moved over to the couch, I sat down while Freddie got everything set up. I was shocked when he sat right next to me, arm coming to rest behind me as an action movie started on the large flat screen tv. His couch was surprisingly comfortable, however after 30 minutes I shivered. I didn’t think anything of it until Freddie pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and laid it over both of our laps. 

That was how we spent most of the morning, cuddled on the couch and watching random movies until his stomach growled halfway through our second movie. “Lunch break?”

“Yeah, we will have to see what I have. Probably should have gone to the grocery store before going out with the guys last night.” Freddie looked embarrassed, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. 

“Let’s see what you have.” Standing up I head into his kitchen, looking through the fridge and a few cabinets. “If you don’t mind me taking over your kitchen I can make something with this stuff.”

“Go ahead. Let me know what I can help with.” Nodding I pull out ingredients to make a simple lunch, asking for a pan from Freddie. I quickly made three Croque Monsieur, plating one for me and two for Freddie. “What are you trying to say?” 

“That you are basically twice the size I am so you will need approximately twice as much food to sustain your body.”

“It looks great, thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.” I followed him to his breakfast bar, sitting next to him as we ate in a semi comfortable silence. “Has the snow slowed yet?”

“No, I don’t think it is going to stop today.” Nodding I pulled out my phone to update the social media for my business saying we were closed today and to enjoy the snow. “Do you like owning your own business?”

“I do because I can make my own hours and I am my own boss, but it is also a lot of work. But I also love all of my employees so it makes it worth it. What about you? Is playing professional hockey everything you dreamed of growing up?”

“It still doesn’t feel real sometimes but it is awesome. Sometimes when the team is struggling and the whole city is mad at you I regret it but overall I am so lucky and so happy that this is my job everyday. I do wish my family was closer but they fly over to see me a couple of times a season.”

“I get it, I’m from Vancouver originally.” As we ate we talked about anything and everything. It was probably the longest conversation I had in close to a year. I couldn’t help but smile as we talked, when he had come up to me at the bar last night I would have never thought we had so much in common. 

The rest of the day consisted of the same, movies and cuddling and I managed to find something in his lack of food for dinner. Later that night, we were both yawning non stop when we agreed it was time for bed. I fell asleep easily with Freddie’s arms wrapped around me and his body pressed against my back.

Waking up the next morning Freddie was still pressed into my back, his beard rubbing against my neck. The only reason I woke up was because my phone was ringing. “Don’t go.” I chuckled but did get out of the bed, leaving his warm body as I answered the phone. It was one of my employees asking if we were opening since the snow had left overnight and the streets were cleared. I gave instructions before hanging up, going back into the bedroom to tell Freddie I would be leaving.

“The snow is clear, thank you for yesterday.”

“It was the best snow day I have had since I was a child.”

“It was an amazing day.” I was gathering up my clothes, expecting Freddie would go back to bed so I jumped when his arms wrapped around me.

“Come to dinner with me tonight. You are so much more than a one night stand and I am glad I had yesterday to realize it.” I spun around in his arms, biting my bottom lip as I nodded. “I will need your phone number and where I should pick you up tonight at 7.” After giving him the information I actually had to leave, I needed to go home and change before opening the store. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, getting that drink with friends was the best thing I ever did.

[slitherofgold]

Drifters- Sam Fender

It was friday night, and Sam had gone down to the local pub to meet up with a few friends, leaving you at home to entertain yourself. You called up some friends, hoping that someone would be free. You had had an especially shitty week at work, and you needed to let off some steam. Thankfully your best friend y/f/n was free, and was on her way over for some wine, snacks and a good old catch up. “Helllloooooo”, you heard from the sofa. You laughed to yourself and rushed to the hallway. Of course y/f/n would walk in without knocking.

“omg glad to see you’re not some kind of serial killer”, you laughed as you ran towards her and braced her in a hug. 

Sam was having a lads night out down the local pub, leaving you to entertain yourself on a Friday night. You called up your friends, hoping that someone would be free. You didn’t wanna be stuck at home and you had had an especially shitty week at work, so you needed to let off some steam. Thankfully, your best friend was free, so you invited her over for wine, snacks and a good old catch up. She walked in freely without knocking, “helloooooo”. 

“Careful, I don’t want you damaging the goods”. She said. You gave her a quizzical look and she gave you a mischievous grin in response. “I come bearing gifts”. Suddenly you looked down and noticed the bag she had been carrying that you were oblivious to. You saw a bottle sticking out from the top, which was clearly the bottle of wine that she knew you loved, and something else which you couldn’t quite see. Then the smell of Chinese hit you and you grinned back up at her. 

“Oh you shouldn't have. This is why your my best friend you see. You know just how to make my week unshitty”

“What are best friends for aye. Anyways, I’m starving, lets eat andddd I wanna hear all the gossip, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” With that you both crashed on the sofa, dug into your takeaway and opened up the bottle, glad that you guys had been reunited once more. 

A few hours later, you and y/f/n had downed the bottle, and laughed about all the shit you both had endured since the last time you had met. You also talked about Sam and y/f/n’s non-existent love life. It was good to have someone to talk to, you were so busy with work, and Sam seemed so busy with his career that you felt as if you no one really to confide to. “So would you say you and Sam are stuck in a rut then?”, your friend asked. 

“I don’t even know. I just feel as if we’re too busy for each other at the moment. I don’t see him much and then when I do, we’re too tired to talk or do anything. I love him and all and he’s really cute and he does all these little things that I really appreciate, but we’re not how we used to be.”

“How’s your sex life then?”

“Non-existent at the moment, last time we had sex was about a week ago and even that was a quickie”, you smiled sadly. 

“Damn, you really need to talk to him. If he doesn’t come home tonight pissed out of his head, then there’s your chance. Even if you guys work a lot, you should still make an effort to spend time with each other whenever you have the chance. Where’s he tonight anyways?”

“He’s spending time with the guys,” you explained. 

“ wait wait, so he has time to spend with the lads and not you?!”

“Yeah but he hasn’t seen them in a while either and I know he was really looking forward to it. And anyways, maybe it’s just me that feels this way. He’s a guy, they don’t realise these things.”

“Either way hun, you need to talk to him. You’re clearly not happy and I hate to see you like this.” She gave you a hug and then started rambling on about one of her hot co-workers, giving you that distraction you needed. 

y/f/n left at around 1:00am, refusing to stay the night, because apparently she had this family thing in the morning that she couldn’t afford to miss, so you called her a taxi and warned her to be careful. She wasn’t exactly sober, and you knew for a fact that she’d end up bailing on the family get together. You tidied up and hopped into bed, checking your phone. You had 3 messages from Sam. 

Sam: hey love, you alright? I’m bored out my fucking mind. Drew’s passed out already and I’m basically baby-sitting the others.

Sam: I kinda wish I spent  the night with you. I’ve been really missing you lately. 

Sam: y/nnnnn don’t tell me you’re ignoring me. I’m sorry. I’ll be back soon, I promise. 

The last message had been sent about 20 minutes ago, so you didn’t bother replying back, knowing that you could speak to him in person soon. You waited and waited until you heard the lock rattle and the door gently close. Sam peered round the corner, looking into your room to see if you were up. “I thought you’d gone to bed, I haven’t heard from you all night.”

“Sorry I was bit distracted. Y/f/n was round and you know what she’s like. Did you have a good night?” Sam moved from the doorway and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. 

“Well I’m still sober, so all in all, shit. Drew got into a fight with this guy twice the size of him and then puked all over himself.” Sam whacked out his phone and started showing you the pictures. You laughed along with him as he explained the night. “I’m knackered though, it’s tiring looking after drunks. Do you wanna cuppa?” He asked as he headed to the kitchen. 

“Gowan then”, you replied, even though it was two in the morning. You followed him hesitantly as you remembered what y/f/n had said. “Look Sam,we need to talk”. You started fumbling with you fingers, suddenly nervous. He turned around and looked at you, concern in his eyes. 

“About what?”, he said. 

“It’s just, I feel like we don’t spend any time with each other anymore. We don’t talk, we don’t go out, we don’t even have sex for Christ sake. I know we’ve been busy and all but...I just miss you.” You hadn’t even realised the tears slipping down your cheek as Sam gently wiped them away and pulled you into a tight embrace, resting his head upon yours. 

“I know y/n. I know. I just, I don’t know, with you being busy with work, I didn’t wanna distract you or get in the way. I guess I started focusing on my music as a way of keeping myself occupied and I got so caught up in it all, I didn’t even realise we were drifting apart.” He rubbed soothing circles on your back and sighed, holding you tighter then he ever had before. “But I don’t wanna drift away from you y/n. I love you too much for that. And I promise I’m gonna make it up to you.” By now, you realised your tears had made his top damp, so you pulled away to look up at him. 

“You don’t have to make it up to me. We just need to make time for each other more often and tell work to fuck off every once and while.” He smiled and pulled you back into the hug. You both just stood there, in each others arms, in the kitchen, for what seemed like eternity, as you appreciated the warmth and the intimacy that you had craved so much. Sam pulled back and held your hands. 

“Hey, I’ve got an idea. We’re both free tomorrow right? Why don’t we go on a lil road-trip or something. We can escape for the day, go out for some dinner. Have sex, whatever you want?” You laughed and pulled his head down, kissing him hard. His lips were soft against yours as he pulled you closer to him, gripping tightly onto your waist, hungry for more.

“Sounds like a great idea”, you whispered as you eventually pulled away. He smiled and went to kiss you again, but you stopped him suddenly, pressing a finger to his lips. He let out an exaggerated groan and rolled his eyes. “I thought you were gonna make a cuppa?” you smirked. 

“Fuck the tea, when I could be fucking something else right now instead” He started peppering kisses all down your neck as he pressed you against the kitchen counter. 

“And what would that be?”, you moaned. He kissed all the way up to your ear and started to nibble on your earlobe. 

“What do you think?” He whispered huskily. And with that, you attacked his lips, pressing him into you. Wanting, craving his touch. The tea long and forgotten about as the two you had a very long, sleepless and passionate night.

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Hey guys, omg this is the closest I’ve ever come to writing smut and honestly I’m cringing so hard. Appreciation to those who write smut, cause honestly, I struggled with that and that was still basically PG. Anyways, hope you guys liked this lil imagine, and don’t be afraid to send me some feedback, requests or just wanna say hi. Thanks again guys, love you all :)

[serararku]

Baritone: The Cost of Cowardice

<Theme>

“I never had the chance to bury him. They wouldn't even let me say goodbye. For all I know they left him face down in the grass for the animals… and he was still warm when they sent us away.”

K’thalen watched in horror as his father fell to the ground, stripped of his breeding rights, the respect of his tribe, and his life. His blood stained the northernmost side of the nearest tree red, with the new Nunh raising his soiled blade to revel and bask in his victory. His limbs were still twitching when K’thalen’s mother stepped before her son and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s time for you to venture out on your own.” Her voice was impassive and distant, as it had always been. “You and the other boys are now a threat to his breedin’ rights. You must be long gone by the time the sun rises tomorrow.”

“B-but…” K’thalen looked up at his mother with swelling eyes. “But I’m too young, momma…! I’ll die out there…!”

“No you won’t.” His brother’s voice called out from behind. “We both have to leave, aye? Why not travel together?”

“Tia must travel alone.” His mother coldly spoke. “You would do a great disservice to the tribe by breakin’ one of our most sacred laws.”

K’thalen reached out to take her hand, but she stepped away and left before he could touch her. Sniffling, he watched his mother leave with the other women to both tend to their new Nunh’s wounds, and to exercise his breeding rights. Traumatized. Terrified. He wanted to scream out to his mother now that he needed her the most, but he was already a stranger in her eyes. When he turned, his brother was gone as well; likely ushered away by the warrior women on the tribe. Orphaned by his father, forsaken by his mother, abandoned by his brother. Now K’thalen was truly alone.

And he was only eight years old. Too young to know how to hunt, how to fight, how to survive. What hope did he have out in the wilderness of the Black Shroud? Where birds of prey soared silently through the trees to catch meals twice his size? Where carnivorous plants could easily overpower him, swallow him whole, or pump him with toxins? Where the Ixal raid the border of the forest and kill anything they can’t enslave? What hope did he have now?

It was all he could think about, walking through the pitch black wilderness. Not five minutes out on his own and his stomach was already growling. The only thing he was able to bring with him were the clothes on his back and his straw Miqo’te doll that valiantly fought away his nightmares while he slept.

He had to think. There were berries he loved to eat as a snack out here in the Black Shroud, but he had to be careful; the pink berries were edible, but the red ones would leave him paralyzed for hours. Or were those the pink ones? Thinking about it too hard made K’thalen teary eyed again; he just wanted to go back home and sleep. He just wanted to hold his mother again. He just wanted to be safe.

He just wanted to live.

The faint snapping of a twig almost caused him to drop his doll and panic. “W-who’s there?!” He shouted, snatching a rock by his feet to arm himself. "Don't come any c-closer! I mean it…!" 

He saw the familiar yellow glint of his eyes before he recognized his voice. "Keep your voice down Thalley. Or do you want them to catch us?"

"Nolas…?!" K'thalen couldn't believe his eyes. "W-what are you doing here…?"

K'nolas gave his little brother a quizzical look. "We're leaving the Black Shroud to begin our Tia trainin’, yeah? Come on- we still have a ways before we're off the tribe's territory." K'thalen dropped the rock in his grasp, broke off into a stumbling sprint, and crashed into his brother's side. Quietly he began to weep, his arms wrapped tightly around his leg, his fears put to rest.

"Aye, aye, calm down there." Nolas looked around before setting a hand on his brother's head. "Nothing's gonna happen to you, alright? Let's get out of here."

Thrice they barely avoided the patrols through the woods; they would both be executed if they were found working together. The Koo Tribe didn't take kindly to Tia violating their strict laws, after all, but deep into the night they managed to reach the edge of the territory and catch their breaths. 

Tonight they would rest, with an exhausted K'thalen falling asleep long before their camp was even set up. K'nolas let him snooze under the stars- he would need his strength when the time came to hunt for their breakfast. 

"He didn't have to raise me like his own son, but he did. Aside from Father, he was the only one in the whole world who cared whether I lived or died."

Seven long months of traveling, hunting, training, and trading. They endured the brutal summer heat, evaded the chaotic skirmishes of rival tribes vying to expand their territories, survived the coeurl mating season, the marlboro spore clouds, and even the unforgiving winter flash freeze. When they emerged from their squalid cave once the ice had thawed, their training began anew.

"Keep your legs bent… a wobbly footing like that will get you knocked on your back with the slightest push." K'nolas walked around his brother with a stick in his grasp. A light tap on his leg, waist, or arm usually did the trick to correct K'thalen's stance, but the boy grew restless.

"When are you going to show me some cool moves? Like the ones in the stories?"

"Swordplay ain't a game, Thalley. That fancy dance the Storyteller did may look cool, but it would be useless in a real fight- worse than useless, as a matter a fact." K'nolas wished he could have a childhood filled with adventures and fun, powered by his vivid imagination; but the time for pretend was long over. "Do the drills like I told you. No spinnin'! And keep your feet planted, yeah?"

"Okay…" Those stories are what K'thalen loved and missed the most of his old life in his tribe. The Storyteller brought his imagination to life every month, filling his head with acts of bravery and giddy wonder; the kitten wanted so desperately to be like one of the legends he learned about.

Like Y'balgor the Brave, the Nunh who defended his tribe from wholesale slaughter against a gigantic marbol horde. Or L'naro the First, a Miqo'te who single-handedly defeated a vicious band of pirates by boarding their own ships and challenging their captains to duels. He brought his brother’s shortsword up over his head before bringing it down in a single chop, stopping just before his waist. Then he did it again, and again, and again.

K'nolas stroked his chin while he watched his little brother practice his rudimentary exercises, nodding approvingly on occasion. "Better. Much better. I'm glad these lessons are stickin' clean. Maybe you'll be able to hunt larger game on your own so I can get a good night's rest every now and-"

Snap…

They both turned their ears to the sound of a twig breaking in the dark. Immediately K’nolas snatched the short sword away from K’thalen and stood his ground, allowing the younger brother to scurry somewhere close to hide. Neither of them made a sound, focusing their hearing for the slightest noise; out here in the outskirts of the Black Shroud, it could be anyone- or anything. Another twig snapped, and the vivid imagination of the younger brother caused him to squeak out in sheer terror.

“Someone there?” A voice called out from beyond their sight. A half-dozen twinkling eyes appeared from the darkness, before the light of K’nolas’ torch illuminated the faces of six fellow Tia around the same age as the older brother; judging by their clothing, it appeared they were traveling as a group. “Oh- hey there, stranger. Azeyma’s blessings upon you.” One by one they stepped into the light, their weapons sheathed or lowered. “Are you training alone? You could join us if you like.”

“Tia trainin’ together breaks more than a few sacred laws.” K’nolas reluctantly lowered his sword. Four of them were too frail or goofy looking to be a threat, and the other two seemed trustworthy enough to share words... for now.

“Bah- what the tribes don’t know won’t hurt them. Name’s Nex…” He gestured to his friends before continuing. “This is Vihr, Khazu, Rim, Napa, and Sey. We figured working together increases our chances of survival.” He gave K’nolas another warm smile. “Plus, think of all the sparring matches we can do. What better way to prepare us for a Nunh, am I right?”

“Hmph. Can’t argue with that…” K’nolas lowered his blade but he never took his eyes off the group. “I’m Nolas.” He wisely decided to omit his tribal affiliation, considering Nex omitted all of theirs. “Thalley, come on out.” Reluctantly he obeyed, crawling out from beneath the underbrush to hide behind his brother's leg. "Don't be afraid. They're Tia like us. Everyone… this is Thalen. He’s my little brother." K’thalen didn’t like how they were looking at him. He’s heard the stories… of Tia killing anything they can catch to keep their skills nice and sharp.

“Gods he looks barely old enough to lift a sword. Poor little guy…” Rim- easily the fattest of the group- lifted an arm to reveal four plump hares dangling lifelessly in his grasp. "Care to eat with us? Plenty of meat to make a fine soup." K’nolas opened his mouth to politely decline the offer, but he was stopped short when he heard the familiar stomach rumble of his little brother. 

“... aye, let’s eat.”

The eastern horizon was brightening by the time the soup was finally ready. The group huddled in the dark, far away from prying eyes and potential danger, laughing and talking for hours on end. With a full belly and an eased mind, K’thalen had fallen fast asleep, curling up beside his older brother for his protection. One by one they turned in for the morning, until only Nex and K’nolas remained awake.

“You know…” Nex spoke up first after their long silence, his eyes fixed on the dying campfire. “We’ve heard a rather enticing rumor. Have you heard of S’rarku Nunh?”

K’nolas gave the man a blank look. “Every Tia knows the Black Butcher. What of him?”

“He killed A’tebo Nunh a few days ago. Slaughtered him and his sons, and took his wives for himself.” Nex leaned forward to speak in a softer voice. “He’s got close to thirty wives now.”

“Thirty wives…” K’nolas could hardly believe it; he wouldn’t believe it if it was anyone else- S’rarku is known far and wide for his penchant for bloodshed, it’s little wonder how he amassed such a harem. “Sounds like a lucky man.”

“Not so lucky these days. Apparently A’tebo wounded him badly during their struggle, and S’rarku has fallen ill from his infected cuts. Yet he’s still accepting challenges… are you following me? A sick and wounded Nunh sitting on the largest harem the tribes have ever witnessed in over a hundred years! This could be our ticket to becoming Nunh!” Nex could hardly contain his excitement. “Thirty wives… can you imagine? That’s more women than any one man could handle!”

“That’s certainly temptin’, but…” K’nolas shifted uncomfortably in the grass, but he was careful not to wake his brother. “... but we’re talkin’ about S’rarku the Black Butcher here. He’s one of the strongest Nunhs in Eorzea- and certainly the most bloodthirsty. He’s shameless in his desire to slaughter Tia like us. This could be a trap to lure in more for his sadistic sacrifice.”

“Maybe…” He replied, running his fingers through his hair. “But what if the rumor is true? What if his harem is ripe for the taking? And there’s so many… surely the winner could give up a few wives for his comrades? And… let’s say the rumor isn’t true… by law he cannot attack us if we don’t challenge him first. We go to his tribe, see him for ourselves… worst thing that can happen is we waste our time.”

K’nolas didn’t like the idea one bit. Too many variables to account for, too many things could go horribly wrong; he would be in the Sagolii Desert, far away from his element, potentially trapped in a foreign and unfamiliar land with his little brother dragged along for the ride. However… if he managed to kill S’rarku, K’thalen would have a home again. He could grow up with a family, and live the rest of his childhood in peaceful harmony. The allure of so many beautiful women at his beck and call didn’t reel in his bias either- the idea of rolling around in a tangled mess with so many wives excited him. "This could be my best chance to fulfill my destiny and give Thalen a better life… certainly better than scrapin' by out here in the wilderness…" Slowly his gaze met Nex, before he extended his hand toward his new companion. "Count us in."

“I barely remember those days. I spent most of them hanging off my brother’s shoulder when I was too tired to continue walking. But being surrounded by so many like-minded people… the comradery… the laughter… the love… it made me realize what I truly wanted, but never truly had. A place to belong, and a family that cared for me as much as I cared for them.”

Although it was technically Spring, the Sagolii Desert only had two seasons; a scorching Summer blaze during the day, and a freezing Winter bite come nightfall. Today was no exception.

K’thalen stood behind his older brother while they approached the dueling grounds of the powerful Zu Tribe. Despite being nomadic in nature, these conquerors under the careful gaze of S’rarku Nunh always returned to their ancestral homelands to make it easier for Tia to challenge his rule. The sands were discolored and flattened by countless footfalls, and the lack of any true wind meant the bones of the fallen were still exposed after being picked clean by scavengers. Up high circled S’nossk and S’wantha, two gigantic Zu birds large enough to carry an adolescent goobbue off to devour; they seemed to always circle the sun as a testament to the tribe’s unyielding- almost zealous faith to Azeyma the Warden.

“Check them out…” Nex’s ears perked up as he pointed. One by one the wives of S’rarku Nunh came out from the largest tent to watch this spectacle; all of them in peak physical shape, all of them absolutely gorgeous. It was impossible for the Tia not to stare- most of them haven’t even seen a woman in months, let alone the prize that was S’rarku’s harem. One wife in particular had raven-black hair tied in a braid, and it was so long she had to loop it over her shoulders to keep it from dragging. “Check out the eyes on that one…” Nex whispered to K’nolas, licking his lips. “How much do you wanna bet that’s his favored wi-”

“Look! Here he comes!” 

K’thalen could barely see anything under the glimmer of the desert heat, but sure enough the largest Miqo’te he had ever seen came limping out of his tent. There was a gash along his side that looked like it still hadn’t finished healing.

“TIA!” S’rarku Nunh bellowed at the top of his voice. “You have come here to take the bounty I have worked tirelessly to earn! Word of my sickness has stretched far and wide, and now you cowards seek to finish me off at my weakest?! Then come, one and all! I will defeat you all at the same time and offer your blood to the Warden herself!” He raised his glaive in one hand and pointed the tip at the sun. “Come, cowards! What are you waiting for?! A night of unending ecstasy can be yours for the taking!”

“All of us at the same time?!” K’nolas asked, looking around at the group of Tia amassed for this event; there had to be almost as many Tia as S’rarku had wives. “With wounds like that? Is he mad? Surely he can’t take us all at the same time?!”

“This is it!” Nex could barely contain his excitement. “The one to land the final blow will become a Nunh! By nightfall we’ll be warmed by dozens of women…! Paradise!”

K’thalen’s grip on his shortsword was shaky at best; he’s killed game twice his size before, but he’s never used the blade on another Miqo’te. K’nolas must have noticed his little brother’s trembling, and he placed his hand on his shoulder to help calm him down. “Just stay right behind me. I have your back, you have mine, aye?”

“A-aye…!” The boy squeaked, with his heart pounding in his throat. Nex took the first step, and like a virulent contagion or a crashing wave, the courage in the rest of the Tia ignited to a fever-pitch. They charged forth as a group while nearly tripping over themselves to reach him as quickly as they could; hearing of his injuries was enough to get them here, but seeing his wives let them forget who S’rarku is and what he does best. As the quickest Tia around, Nex was able to outpace his friends in a bid to strike the killing blow before anyone else.

A cruel grin flashed across S’rarku’s face the moment Nex was within reach, and not a moment later the glaive came swinging around to lop his head clean off. Blood splattered across their startled faces but their shocked stupor did not last for long. S’rarku charged forward, driving his glaive into the belly of the next closest, before ripping it out to hack off the legs of the next. None of the Tia processed what was happening before it was too late- as the realization that the wound wasn’t nearly as deep as they thought dawned on them, the flash of steel and the gargled screams of their comrades blinded and deafened them to their own deaths. K’nolas was able to snap out of it faster than the others, raising his shield in a desperate gamble to parry the glaive away for a clean thrust of his sword, but he underestimated the Nunh’s oppressive strength.

Beneath the splintered shield his arm and shoulder shattered. He raised his sword to defend himself, but the bite of S’rarku’s glaive took him by the wrist. In one fluid motion the other end of the glaive smashed into his face with a wet crack, and he fell limp into the sand.

Those that were lucky enough to witness the initial onslaught instead of experiencing it first-hand turned and fled toward the shimmering dunes, gripped by their maddening fear and guided by their primal instinct for survival. Yet the two great Zu birds circling overhead tucked their gigantic wings in and suddenly dove toward the sand, sweeping criss-cross to crush, impale, and skewer the fleeing Tia with their razor-sharp talons. Everyone was dead, dying, or running to prevent their deaths in vain. All but K’thalen.

“No…!” He watched in horror as his brother forced himself to roll over onto his chest, before pushing his knees into the sand beneath him to sit up. One arm was dangling from his shattered collar and bent in several unnatural ways, the other ended at a stump that was still squirting blood from the wrist. Half his face was unrecognizable; caved in and sunken in from the mortal blow from the club-end of S’rarku’s glaive. 

“Ruugh...r-r-ruuhuuhuughh…!” K’nolas moaned from the hole in his broken jaw, staring at his little brother with his remaining bloodshot eye. “Ruugh… rough-gh… RUUUUGHNN-!” 

THORK!

A blow to the back of the head sent K’nolas face first into the sand. S’rarku lifted his glaive up and turned the blade downward, before ensuring K’nolas would never get up again. The sword slipped from his trembling hands when a shadow crept up his feet and legs; the Nunh towered over K’thalen with his brother’s blood greasing his fingers. “Here…” The voice thundered. “You dropped this…”

He plucked the sword out of the sand and pushed it back into K’thalen’s grasp. “Finish what you started, boy. Go on… here’s your chance.” His massive hand eclipsed the boy’s grip, and he forced the tip of the blade against his own heart. “All you have to do is thrust. Do it. Become the youngest Nunh in history!” Staring into the cold blue eyes of the man who butchered his brother was too much for the child to handle; his knees jittered against each other before urine ran down his legs.

“No! NO! WAIT!” Rim collapsed in the dunes just a few yalms away, flailing wildly with his bow at the two zu descending upon him.

“Soon you’ll be the last coward alive from your little herd.” S’rarku whispered into K’thalen’s ear. “By right I should kill you, but… tsk tsk tsk… there’s just no sport in slaughtering children. You won’t even defend yourself.” When he released his grip on the boy’s hands, the sword dropped right back into the sand again. “Well? What are you waiting for? Go- run like the rest of these cowards. Perhaps after they eat the fat one, they’ll be too full for you.” He placed a hand on his shoulder and forced him to turn around. With his other hand S’rarku reached over K’thalen’s shoulder and pointed north. “There’s nothing left for you here. Go. Wander into the heat and perish. Or stay… they are greedy birds, and will make room for you soon enough.”

Slowly he forced his feet forward, one ahead of the other. K’thalen was blinded by his tears while he staggered off, S’rarku’s laughter ringing in his ears. The angry squawks of the giant feathered devils feasting on his friends were enough to hasten his steps, until the boy was sprinting off aimlessly into the wilderness; with every moment he braced himself for the darkness of those wings blocking out the sun, and the sharp agony of those talons burrowing into his back. But it never happened.

“Hey- whatcha drawing? Aaaa-yoink!” S’era plucked the journal out of K’thalen’s hands to get a better peek; he didn’t even notice her creeping up on him during his daydream. “Ooooh? You’re really good at this!”

“Eh? Give it back, lass.” He wasn’t in the mood to deal with her right now, but thanks to her training with that Hyur sadist, she was quick- far quicker than him, at least. S’era ducked out of his grasping hands and slid through the gap in his legs to escape, and with the whiskey burning in his veins, there was no hope of catching her.

“He’s quite handsome… a self portrait perhaps?” She gave him a playful wink before plopping down on the corner of his bed. At least she extended the journal out to hand back to him before he got really angry.

“My brother.” He grumbled, snatching it back; there were a lot of things he’s written down in this journal of his that he didn’t want her privy to, especially now that she was learning how to read. “His name was K’nolas Tia.”

The taunting smile of hers suddenly vanished. “Was…? Oh… I’m sorry, Thal. If you don’t mind me asking… um… how did… how did he…?”

“Killed by a Nuhn.” He didn’t have the heart to tell her who. K’thalen looked deep into S’era’s pale blue eyes, and for an instant he felt like the helpless little boy being stared down by that monster she adored so much. “It’s gettin’ late, lass. I need to go to sleep.”

“Alright…” She gave him a weak smile while she gently patted the bed beside him. “Sweet dreams, Thal. I’ll make us some breakfast in the morning oka- hey…? Where are you going?”

K’thalen was halfway through the door before he turned to her and answered with, “I’ll be back shortly, lass.” 

“I gotta go take a piss all of a sudden.”

[strangerfictions]

Snow and Mistletoe

Request: Okay so can I still bring the cheers 🎄 🎅 🔔 our girl Robin needs some love so I’m gonna give it to her with maybe number 27 “Christmas is so close, I can almost smell the mistletoe I’m never going to get kissed under” ( thanks for the help L)

Summary: Robin is in a bad mood and you set up a plan with Steve’s help to confess your love for her in the hopes it will make her forget about her bad mood.

Warnings: none just pure fluff

Words: 2190

A/n: Okay so thanks to @charmed-asylum for this fantastic request. Would you believe this was randomly generated. It came out so perfect! Anyways it took me longer than I expected but I hope you enjoy it! Requests are closed at the moment but they should be open in the next few days ! Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated!

It was 4 days before Christmas, and you were bored so you decided to visit Robin and Steve at the video store. You had been introduced to Steve when Robin worked in Scoops and since then the three of you were kind of inseparable. You always thought it weird considering Steve used to be the type of person both you and Robin despised. You were both band nerds and he was once popular but once you got to know him you realised that he was just like you and Robin. A nerd.

“Hello, it is I your lord and saviour best friend here to make you workday a little better with some Christmas cheer” You stroll through the door and through a candy cane at Steve who catches it with one hand.

“Oh, thanks Y/N! I haven’t had one this holiday season!” Steve beams at you as you walk toward Robin who is standing behind the counter. You place a candy cane in front of her as she rolls her eyes at you.

“Why the eye roll?”

“Christmas is so close, I can almost smell the mistletoe I’m never going to get kissed under” Robin lets out the most dramatic sigh you had ever heard. You slightly glance at Steve to see him making a face at you and you know the meaning behind it.

You had been friends with Robin for so long that the line between platonic love and romantic love had crossed and you had told Steve about it at a party a few weeks ago. You had come out as bi to them both at the same time and it was a surprise for both of them.

“God Robin you are so dramatic sometimes you know that!” Steve laughs as he comes over to you both.

“Just take the damn candy cane and stop wallowing in your own self-pity” Steve jumps over the counter instead of walking around.

“Easy for you to say…you can hypothetically get a girl I however cannot especially in this shitty small town” You were surprised by Robins outburst. You knew she found it hard, but you didn’t think it was as bad as this.

“Jesus Robin kick me while I’m down...” You glare at Steve for trying to make a joke

“Robin you know you can talk to us about this instead of letting it build up and taking it out on Steve…no matter how true it is!” Robin smiles at your joke towards Steve

“Sorry Steve…I just feel like I will never have what you guys can have” You look at Robin knowing exactly what she is going through. You have the option to date guys, so it makes it a little easier but for her its so much harder.

“Okay well as offended as I am, I think we should do something tonight. My house, some weed, some drink and lots of snacks!” Steve says getting excited at his own plan.

“Sounds good to me! Robin you in?” You ask hoping she would say yes because you don’t think you could deal with Steve on his own today.

“Fine but let me wallow in my own self pity for the next few hours please!” You both agree and let her continue clearing out the storeroom making room for the Christmas stock.

“I have an idea Harrington, but I need your help” You lean on the counter whispering to your friend.

“Alright…I’ll tell Robin you’ve gone home and I’m due my lunch now so we can get lunch and discuss this plan” You nod and walk out the shop without saying anything.

You spend the next hour in a diner with Steve discussing your plan over back coffee. You hadn’t seen Steve so excited about something in your life. You part ways at the diner and you go and get the things you need in the various shops in the town. You make your way back home to start to prepare. Steve had given you his house keys and you had about 5 hours before Robin would be there.

When you get home, you run up to your room and pack everything you would need for the night. You write a note for your parents saying you are staying with Robin for the night and that you would be back tomorrow. You decide to walk to Steve’s house since it would be less conspicuous. You only had one chance to get this right, so you wanted plenty of time to bring the plan together.

During your walk to Steve you kept thinking about the endless possibilities on how this all ends. You hoped Steve wouldn’t let anything slip but he hadn’t so far, so you trusted him. You had asked Steve to pick some stuff up for you on his lunch break and leave it at his house and you really hoped he hadn’t messed that up either.

By the time you had got to Steve’s house you had gone through all the possible endings to this plan and only one had a happy ending. You pushed Steve’s door open to find a small bag of mistletoe along with some tac to stick it up. You got to work with setting up Steve’s lounge and by the time you were finished you had ten minutes until Robin and Steve got back from their shift. You make sure everything is in place one last time and go sit in your usual spot in Steve’s lounge. After sitting there for what felt like a lifetime you see headlights on the wall in front of you. The plan had started!

You run to the door grabbing the small bag of mistletoe and hiding it behind your back, so Robin didn’t see it. You open the door to see a very happy Steve and a confused Robin.

“Y/N! Did you get what you were looking for?” Steve probed as you walked out to stand beside Steve carefully passing the bag of Mistletoe to Steve.

“Yes thanks Steve I also got loads of snacks so they are in the lounge for when we get a little hungry if you catch my drift” You were always one to joke whenever you were nervous and both  Steve and Robin knew this but so far Robin hadn’t picked up on it.

“Oh…I forgot the videos in the car I’ll get them you both go in!” Steve runs to the car as you both head inside. You could tell Robin was still in a bad mood but hopefully as the night went on, she would relax a little.

“Does he seem a little off to you today Y/N? After lunch he came back super happy if I didn’t know any better, I would think he got laid but who am I kidding it’s Harrington we are talking about” Robin throws herself onto the sofa opposite where you usually sit stretching her entire body across it.

“Be nice. Maybe he is just happy to have us for company tonight although…with your bad mood I wouldn’t be very happy to have you over” You throw a grin at her as she picks up a cushion and launches it at you narrowly missing your face

“Woah I’m all for a pillow fight but not with my mother’s cushions. I would be dead if anything happened to them!” Steve walks into the lounge giving you a discreet thumbs up as he places the video tapes on the table. Everything was in place now to enjoy the night.

As the night progressed you could see that Robin was starting to relax and come back to her usual self. She was spiting out jokes every few minutes and you knew it was almost time to get the plan flowing again.

“I’m sorry guys but I’m crashing I need my bed right now you guys know where everything is! Don’t stay up too late” Steve winks at you both as he walks out of the lounge.

“Hey, do you want to go outside for a while? Look at the stars like we used to ?” You ask hoping Robin would agree.

“Sure, bring that blanket with you though I don’t like the cold” You nod as you grab the blanket and walk out behind Robin. You hoped she didn’t look up because as she walked out the front door you could see the pieces of mistletoe that Steve had stuck up. So far, the plan was going well, and you couldn’t be happier.

You catch up with Robin and you both sit on the same lounger side by side. You place the blanket around Robins shoulders.

“So, do you want to talk about what you said in the store today?” You question Robin as she looks up towards the cloudless sky

“I mean what is there to talk about. I’m just sick of not being able to date people like you and Steve are. Any time a holiday comes around it makes it all the more depressing! Sometimes I just want to be normal and neither you or Steve get that !” You shrink back a little not knowing what to say after Robins outburst.

“Okay but it’s not like you ever came to talk to either of us about how you were feeling because if you did I would have told you that I knew exactly what you were going through because for the longest time ever I’ve had a massive crush on you and I have had to watch from the side lines every time you complain about having no one in your life.” You couldn’t believe you had told Robin cause it certainly wasn’t your plan, but you were glad it was out in the open. You glance over at Robin to see the confusion on her face.

“I had this massive plan to tell you, but I guess it was easier to tell you now. It was actually Steve’s idea, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to like me back because I get it you know I’m probably not your type…”

“Do you ever shut up?” You look at Robin who was watching you as babbled

“Y/N I like you too I was way too afraid to tell you because I thought you had a thing for Steve!” You look at Robin in shock. Steve? How?

“What ? Steve? You have to be joking Robin!”

“I know its stupid but you were always talking quietly with him at parties and a few weeks ago you both disappeared and I saw you both and you both looked super happy and I thought well they obviously got it on…which is why I brought up how happy Steve was today!” Robin continued to explain herself as you watched on not sure how she could have come up with these conclusions.

“Robin we were talking about you every time you saw us being happy! Trust me I really don’t have a thing for Steve…he isn’t really what I’m looking for in a person. Can we go inside I’m getting cold?” Robin stands up in front of you holding out her hand to you. You take her hand in yours letting her lead you. The plan was now in its last stage. As Robin opened the front door and walked in you stopped forcing her to stop too.

“So, you know this plan I had well this is where it starts and ends. You mentioned all that mistletoe you wouldn’t be kissed under well…if you look up you will see the Steve kindly placed a bunch here when he conveniently forgot the videos in his car. You see this was my plan all along. It just happened to get a little jumbled along the way. So, Robin…can I kis…” Without warning Robins lips were crashing against yours. Her lips are soft and taste of strawberries from her favourite lip balm. As the intensity of the kiss built your nose squashes Robins which causes you to laugh against Robins lips. You pull away from Robin who is grinning at you.

“Sorry!” Robin grabs a hold of your jacket and pulls you towards her.

“Don’t be! It made the kiss so much more memorable!” You smile giving her a peck on the cheek as you feel something cold hit your forehead. Robin looks up and her grin gets bigger.

“I thought this couldn’t get any more magical…its beginning to snow!” You look up and as you do snow begins to land on your face.

“How romantic it’s almost like I planned this to perfection” You both laugh as Robin takes your hand pulling you out in to the snow as it begins to get heavier.

“Robin what are you doing?” You laugh as she continues to pull you along further into Steve garden.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss someone in the snow and so that exactly what I am doing!” And with that she turns towards you placing a gentle kiss on your lips letting it linger for a second before pulling away.  

“See romantic” you both laugh as you walk towards the front door hand in hand. 

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 Discord Text Thread || Khoman  ♥  

Discord thread featuring: Khai and Roman @romanbeckett

When:  December 24th (day & night)

Mentions: Landon Davies @davieslandon

Description: Roman texts Khai to forgive him after his voicemail. They start texting again later in the day and Khai is beyond fucked up and Roman once again expresses his concerns for him.

Trigger Warnings: HARD drug use, drug mentions, light sexting and dirty talk.(sorry this one is kinda looooong)

Roman. babe. You’re forgiven. Shit happens. I just worry...which is one of my issues. I worry constantly about everything. Always afraid something will happen to you.

Khai. I know, and I’ve been real careless. I didn’t mean to be a shit I was just... being stupid and fucked up I hope you know I really don’t have a problem with you staying with Landon. Idek what my deal was

Roman. are you sure it doesn’t bother you?

Khai. I’m sure baby. I just want you two to have fun

Roman. I’ll still see you there tomorrow right?

Khai. of course you will. Fancy pjs and all lol

Roman. oh my god I can’t wait lol

Khai. me either. It’s gonna be an amazing day for sure

Roman. I’ll be off work soon and I’ll bring us dinner

Khai. I look forward to it! I’m starving plus I really wanna kiss you

Roman. I reallllly wanna kiss you too. Maybe we can sneak in a quickie

Khai. maybe huh?

Roman. okay definitely, because I want lol

Khai.

hahaha well I’m always down baby. You know I can’t keep my hands off of you.

- Later that same day -

Roman. I miss you already

Khai. Miss you too

Roman. dinner and messing around was fun though. Best Christmas gift ever.

Khai. it was fun indeed! I couldn’t agree more

Roman. are you okay?

Khai. yeah I’m okay why?

Roman. idk just checking. I feel guilty now that I’m not there

Khai. don’t feel guilty. I have my drugs and hot chocolate to keep me warm haha

Roman. ooo what drugs lolll

Khai. Just the usual. I also have my tequila so I’m set lol

Roman. damn. I do wish I was there

Khai. I always wish you were here. But it’s okay. We will make out all day tomorrow

Roman. yesss. Can we cook a late night breakfast for dinner together and watch Christmas movies

Khai. absolutely! We can do whatever you want baby

Roman. I'm having wiiiine

Khai. mmm what kind?

Roman. it's a good ass Pinot

Khai. oooo im jelly I’m half way through my tequila advent calendar haha I got behind

Roman. Lmao omg babe!!! How much have you has?? lol

Khai. like 6 so farv ? Lol

Roman. FARV 😂

Khai. oops haha

Roman. I am laughing. I love you lol if I was there, I’d be in your lap right now.

Khai. I love you mooooore yeah you would

Roman. thighs on either side of you, straddling you with my forehead against yours, running my fingers through your hair...

Khai. damn baby... don’t make me come there and crash your party

Roman. SHSUSJEJEJEJENEJDJJE why is my boyfriend so HOT

Khai. because you were a good boy this year? haha

Roman. well we both know THAT isn’t true lol

Khai. hahahaha well then idk. But my boyfriend is pretty fucking sexy too though and lord knows I’ve been baaaaad

Roman. we got lucky  now if we could just keep our damn apartment

Khai. I know... that would be nice wouldn’t it? can’t have it all though I guess lol

Roman. I still haven’t found a place and I’m stressed

Khai. yeah, idk where I’m going either. Maybe we can go look together after Christmas

Roman. yeah, let’s do that. Bleh. Anyway, don’t wanna bring down the mood!! How ya feelin?

Khai. I’m feeling goodz how you feeling?

Roman. goodz too  I feel all warm and buzzy

Khai. hahaha dammit I’m glad baby. I want you to have fun just not to mush fun haha

Roman. I won’t have too much fun. Not without youuuu

Khai. good. Cause J like the sound o g that

Roman. babe you’re wasted aren’t you

Khai. yes I am ll I misssh you

Roman. omg mish. That’s so cute omg. I wanna hear you say it

Khai. nooo hahaha

Roman. mish mish mishhhh

Khai. you’re so mean lol but I love youuu

Roman. noooo I just think it’s adorable lol I love your typos. They make my life better.

Khai. Mhm you mage my life begetter. I should prolly stip drinking now hahaha

Roman. You probably should babe

Khai. that tot out of hand fasty lol oops

Roman. fasty omg you’re SO cute

Khai. lmao wow I gives up

Roman. I’m just imagining you saying all of this outloud, and it’s like making my night

Khai. hahaha I’m glad. I’m imagning you laughing and it’s making my nifht too

Roman. my squawking laugh  god

Khai. nooooo it’s the bstes laugh wver and beast smile too

Roman. I would argue that YOU have the best smile my love.

Khai. Nope nope

Roman. UM *picture of Khai’s smile*

Khai. I look liek a weirro

Roman. WHAT you’re crazy lol

Khai. I’m crazy anout youuuuuu I wanna snugs you

Roman. me too. I love snuggling with you every night and it’s so weird when we don’t like !!! I’m so used to going to bed with you.

Khai. it is weird. Indint like it but Im gonna sleept in y it bed

Roman. sleep in my bed any time you want love. You’ll like the new book I have

Khai. ooooo I wish you erre here

Roman. I know. I do too. I miss those eyes. I also miss your scruff. That sounds so dumb, but I love the way it feelssss

Khai. I love yyou I’m gonna scrufff you up when I se you

Roman. scruff up the inside of my thighs PLEASE AND THANKS

Khai. you know j will

Roman. god I love when you give me beard burn

Khai. I thinks that the hottest thing yku ever said to me I want you sinebws

Roman. what can I say? I just love your head between my legs

Khai. I love it too baby. I luv makings you deel good

Roman. ugh I’m starting to get buzzed now lol

Khai. hahaha dinally this whol room is so pinky spiking lol yup nvm haha

Roman. it’s so what?? Hahaha spinning? Lol

Khai. yessum Jm good

Roman. bleh I worry about you.

Khai. I’m oka I promisee I hust miss you

Roman. I miss you too. So much baby. Keep talking to me so I don’t have to miss you even more.

Khai. what ya wanna talks about? Tell me ykyr favorite chrismas present

Roman. you won’t believe me if I tell you lol

Khai. yesss I whll

Roman. everything you got me. You know me so well. I’m obsessed with all of it. Ugh. The jacket, the shoes?! The freaking clock. You really did so good.

Khai. really? I’m so hapy you love it. I just wanted you to gave the best. You lok so good in those shows too

Roman. you know exactly what I like and feel good in.

Khai. cause I lover you

Roman. I love you too. How are you feeling?

Khai. sleepyyy but good gaga

Roman. baby I’m worried about you.

Khai. why? I’m fdine im jus laying in bed

Roman. i don’t like that you’re doing heroin

Khai. romsn it’s ojay

Roman. but you’re not even making sense

Khai. I ehould jus got to bed

Roman. maybe but bleh idk I’m worried and I should be there

Khai. no no, eont worry. I wsnt you to have fun.

Roman. I know but ugh. I love you.

Khai. I lowe you too idknt wanna hpset you

Roman. will you promise me you’ll try to stop?

Khai. fan we talked about tbis latr?

Roman. yeah of course

Khai. I jus imn so tucked up byt I wanba talk

Roman. I know

Khai. I love yky so mhch

Roman. I love you too.

Khai. I relly sm sorry. Ilm do better. Pleas have fhn tonight okay

Roman. I’m worried to death about you

Khai. I orimse Jm ok. I just nee to skep it off

Roman. okay

Khai. Smile is chrismaaaas

Roman. lol okay, I smiled

Khai. good boyyy

Roman. lol hate you!!

Khai. I knoooow but you lve me

Roman. I definitely love you

Khai. you’re my everything

Roman. Khaiiiii. You’re making me smile so much it fucking hurts lol

Khai. I mean itttt you’re all I ever need

Roman. god I think my heart is gonna explode lol you constantly wanna kill me

Khai. nooo baby. I just want you tk know how mych I love you and I am feelig better so thahs good well jot better but less high lol

Roman. lol!! Well. Bleh. Scared me there, not gonna lie.

Khai. I’m sorry baby I know I newd to stop it’s jus hard

Roman. i know.

Khai.

We can talk about this after the holiday tho. I don’t wanna ruin it for anyone

Roman. you’re not ruining anything for me. I promise.

Khai. I hope not cause I’d never forgive myself

Roman. babe. Don’t be silly. Everything’s okay *heart emoji*

Khai. you’re the best do you know that?

Roman. I’m not. But I’m glad you think so

Khai. I know so.