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evie-sturns · 10 months ago

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𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 - 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: you, the sturniolos, madi and nate are all going on a roadtrip down to new jersey. execpt theres one problem, there's not enough space in the car. you're forced to sit on chris's lap for the 5 hour car ride, you just can't seem to get comfortable though.

contains: smut, teasing, dom!chris, swearing, fluff.

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the sturniolos have been my closest friends for a while, especially chris, with who ive have grown closer then ever to over the past few years. today is the day that my friend group travel down to new jersey for the summer break.

12:36pm

"y/n get your ass down here!" chris calls out from the driveway, i stumble over, clutching my baby pink suitcase with one hand as i swing open the door of chris's bedroom, which i've slept in last night.

i sprint downstairs, my suitcase smashing into walls behind me while i lock eyes with madi. i run up to her and a loud laugh escapes her mouth "oh my god your suitcase is basically bursting at the seams."

"shut up, im a chronic over-packer." i joke, walking downstairs into the driveway. matt, nick and nathan are watching chris strategically stack suitcases in the trunk. chris's tounge is slightly peaking out of his mouth as he concentrates.

"can we fit one more?" i say chirpily, walking over to the group of boys while dragging my suitcase behind me. chris takes it off me, sliding into its designated spot between the various bags.

"okay tetris king" nick scoffs, jumping in the passenger seat of the car.

before i know it, everyones piled into the car. matt in the drivers seat, nick in the passenger, madi in the far-right backseat, nathan in the middle and chris on the left backseat.

i open the door to the car, theres no more seats.

"oh fuck me." i mumble, folding my arms and waiting for someone to speak up.

"she could go ontop of the car, grip onto the windshield." matt suggests with a smirk on his face, earning a elbow to the bicep from nathan, who leans foward.

after a few more seconds of silence, i break it. "i could try fit in the trunk, theres a little room ontop of the suitcases.."

"y/n no. thats not safe, i dont care you can sit on my lap." chris says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

i nod, pursing my lips as i crawl in the car, planting myself down on chris's lap. my cheeks instantly flush.

i've never thought about chris romantically, hes always been a platonic best friend. i know he doesn't like me, he doesn't really like many girls in general.

"chris.. im gonna be too heavy." i mumble, purposley putting a small amount of my weight on his lap.

"don't be an idiot." chris chuckles, grabbing my hips and pressing me down, forcing all my weight on his lap. i clear my throat, "are you sure i don't want to squash you."

"hey, i said don't be an idiot." chris says, sitting back in the seat comfortably.

3:21pm

we've been driving for almost three hours, i've been just laying back on chris's chest, resting my head back on his shoulder with my eyes shut. nate, madi and nick have been in a debate for an hour if hot or cold pizza is better.

its been entertaining to say the least.

after nick and nate draw the debate to a close a new conversation sparks up from madi.

"have you guys ever fell off the waterslide platform?" she says, a silence fills the car.

"you know how you have to climb up stairs to get up to the waterslide, and you wait on the little platform to wait your turn to go down?" madi questions, we all nod slowly.

"yeah have you guys fell off?" madi continues.

"madi..." matt says from the front in a low voice, i can hear the smile on his face.

i errupt into giggles, my body vibrates on chris's lap as i lean foward, taking my back off of chris's chest.

everyone else in the car laughs, including chris. his lap lightly bounces up and down with each noise that comes out of his mouth, causing me to shift out of place.

i shimmy my ass back into a comfortable position on chris, an audible groan escapes his mouth, my eyebrows furrow and my head snaps back to look at chris, his cheeks are flushed, as soon as we lock eyes he looks out the window, squeezing his eyes shut out of sheer embarrassment.

"chris," i whisper, looking over my shoulder at him. "whats wrong am i too heavy.."

just then i feel something poke my upper thigh. my eyes pratically bulge out of my head as i stare at chris. everyone else in the car is too engulfed in their own conversation to notice me and him.

"im really sorry." chris squeezes out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"its just your shifting on my lap, i can ask matt to pull into a gas station and ill fix it in the bathrooms-" he rambles quietly into my ear.

"don't worry about it chris!" i say smiling, shifting side to side on his crotch while maintaining eye contact with him.

"stop that." chris mumbles, the tent in his sweatpants growing by the second.

"you like it christopher."

chris's breathing picks up, "fuck."

i press more of my weight down onto chris's bulge with a smirk, i turn back around to face the back of matt's seat, continuously grinding into chris.

i suddenly hear chris’s voice from behind me

“how much longer do you guys reckon we have left?” he asks, his voice wobbling slightly.

“honestly like 20 seconds, we’re pulling into the street now” matt awnsers from the front, him and nicks eyes still concentrated on the road ahead as madi and nate cackle with each other

i continue rubbing chris with my ass, i feel two large hands grip my hips, holding me still harshly.

i pout as i look over my shoulder at chris, his response sends chills down my back.

“i will take away your ability to walk as soon as we’re alone.” he whispers into my hair from behind me.

we swing a left into the long driveway of the beach house we’re staying at, it’s two stories and looks modern to say the least.

as soon as the car stops chris throws me off him out of the door of the vehicle, speed walking up to the front door and unlocking with the key he just retrieved from the mailbox.

i watch as he disappears inside “where the fuck is chris?” i hear nick say while pushing up the trunk door. “he had to pee really bad.” i lie, knowing he ran to the bathroom to help himself out instead.

matt hands me my suitcase with a smile, and i walk up to the front door, which is already half open from chris. i walk upstairs to the room chris and i already decided we would share, long before the road trip ever started.

im met with a double bed, along with a window with a clear view of the beach. i get changed into the sluttiest skirt i can find and a long tank top before walking downstairs, i pull my phone out of my bag to check the time.

6:13

all of my friends are playing cards around the wooden dining table, but chris is sitting on the couch alone, scrolling on his phone. a loud cheer comes from nick as he slams down his card onto the table.

i flop down next to chris, my skirt flapping up slightly. “whatcha up to?” i ask innocently, acting like i wasn’t dry humping him a hour ago.

“nothing just instagram.” he replies placing his phone down on the armrest before looking over at me, locking eyes with chris sends butterflies through my body.

chris quickly stands up, taking my hand and pulling me upstairs, he slams the door to the bedroom shut behind us

“what were you doing in the car hm?” chris taunts, grabbing my wrists and pushing me down onto the bed.

“grinding up on me, giving me a painful erection around all my friends?”

“mmhm..” i groan backwards as chris grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him as my back lays steadily on the bed.

“did i ask you to do that.” he says, staring into my eyes “or did you just wanna be fucked so badly that you couldn’t wait.”

i was in a state of shock, the good kind of shock though. my bestfriend of mutiple years has me pinned to the bed.

“gonna act like a slut, gonna be treated like one. got it?” chris mumbles, practically tearing my skirt off of my body. he yanks my panties down to my ankles in one motion.

chris pulls my body to the edge of the bed, my legs are wrapped around his waist as my heat presses lightly against his crotch. suddenly he bends down between my legs and blows cool air directly onto my sensitive clit, earning a groan of pleasure and desperation from me.

"more.." i manage to squeeze out, "you're gonna get more." chris says, standing up from between my legs and yanking down his sweatpants to his knees. "be quiet for me yeah?" he groans, rubbing his throbbing tip through my folds.

"i will stop if you get too loud okay?"

i nod frantically, spreading my legs open as far as they can go, revealing myself to chris.

his breathing picks up "ready..?" he stammers, his words incoherent.

"please.." i sigh out shakily, gripping the bedsheets in my fists so tight my knuckles grow white.

with full force chris slams inside of me, bruising my cervix. a loud yelp escapes my mouth as chris looks down at me, some-what checking if i'm okay.

i feel myself stretch around his length, the burning sensation still present. chris grips my hand, intertwining our fingers before thrusting in and out.

i feel each vein of his cock press against my insides. his thrusts grow sloppy and unhinged. strings of moans escape my mouth, chris slams his free hand over my mouth, shoving a finger inside in the process.

i clench around chris, before the knot in my stomach snaps he pulls out, "chris!" i yell in frustration, feeling empty. "shh sh." he shushes me, flipping me over onto all fours,

"quit making noises gorgeous, or none of this will happen again."

he pushes back inside of me, a familiar feeling. i let out a hum of pleasure as chris pushes on my mid back, arching my back. the sound of skin slapping fills the room as i bury my head in the pillow to muffle my sounds.

"good girl.." chris's voice his croaky, his dick twitches inside of me, signalling he's close.

i clench around him for the second time this evening, the pit in my stomach releases with a scream of his name.

chris pulls out, painting my back white "fuuckk..."

he collapses down beside me, pulling me onto his chest with a long hug. "you okay?" he whispers into my hair, his voice breathy.

i nod against his neck, he taps my hip "should we get you changed?"

i hum in response, chris sits up, holding me in a bridal position and walking over to the heaped pile of clothes on the floor, he sets me down on my feet my legs are numb and weak causing me to stumble over.

"careful there." chris laughs, holding me up. "okay, just step through.." he says, pulling my panties up my legs. the rest of my clothes follow, he steps back proudly before pulling up his sweatpants and throwing a shirt on.

"you look cute" chris smiles stupidly, nudging my elbow.

we both walk back downstairs, the rest of the group are scattered in a circle on the floor, playing monopoly. we go sit down and join our friends, the whole time chris is staring at me like he wasnt inside of me 4 minutes ago.

(2 weeks later)

it's the last day of our holiday, me and chris have had a few makeout sessions on the beach, alone. we haven't hooked up again, both realising it's too risky to do in a beach house with 4 other people in the small house.

I'm sat on the grass next to the driveway, observing as chris loads up the car strategically. before i can open my mouth to make a snarky comment about chris's concentration, matt, nick, madi and nate swing open the front door, all their bags in hand.

they all pile into the car again, chris follows, slamming the trunk door shut and jumping in, a small smirk tugs at my lips as chris pats his lap for me to sit down.

i sit down on his lap, nostalgia washes over me, remembering the outcome of last time i sat on his lap in this exact spot.

matt pulls out of the driveway,

its not even been 5 minutes and i'm already grinding on chris through his shorts.

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omfg i really hope yall liked this, i think one of my best so far, also dont come for me if new jersey isnt a beachy type state, i have NO idea about states my bad, js pretend it is.

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reidmania · 4 months ago

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loml | spencer reid

summary; after you and spencer reunite at JJ’s wedding after being broken up for two years, you are quick to realise it will never be the same as it was, you’re the love of his life, and he is the loss of yours.

warnings; exes to not lovers but something!! no happy ending, angst, fem reader, season 7 spence, mentions of arguments, falling back into feelings because its familiar, they are so in love, jj’s childhood friend!reader, reader wears a dress, no use of y/n cus ew, reader has long enough hair to have up, they are so meant to be its not even funny, everyone can see it. they are perfect for each other TIME IS MEAN!!!

an; hey this was ur fault ! also i made so much shit up abt the wedding because i cbf rewatching that ep tbh 🥰🥰

‘what a valiant roar, what a bland goodbye’ is this fic

also this was written in an hour and im sick and im pretty sure its horrible and doesn’t make sense but thats so okay!! lmk if u want a part two!! they deserve better pls want a part two!!

‘Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames? If we know the steps anyway. we embroidered the memories, of the time I was away, stitching, "We were just kids, babe", I said, "I don't mind, it takes time" I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed. I felt aglow like this, never before and never since. if you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary. you and I go from one kiss to gettin married. still alive, killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried. in your suit and tie, in the nick of time. you lowdown boy, you stand up guy, holy ghost, you told me I'm, the love of your life’

You remembered it all too well.

The lights gleamed around the garden, there was some background music playing, quietly in the distance, probably louder for the people surrounding it. Whereas you had found yourself settled in a quieter corner of the beautifully set garden. The ceremony was beautiful, you sat through and tried to avoid shedding tears seeing someone so important so happy.

You were alone, watching the guests of the wedding dance when you felt the presence behind you. The familiar cologne filled your senses in a way that made your head spin and chest ache with familiarity and overwhelming comfort. Two years since you and smelt the cologne and it still had the same effect on you.

You remembered the conversation as if it was a broken record playing on repeat in your mind. How your head turned towards him and the smile lit up his face. Its not like you had ended on bad terms — not at all. It was a mutual agreement to break up all those years ago. You were just at two different points in your lives and it was beginning to clash.

His voice was gentle when he said your name. You had seen him around earlier, your heart had skipped a beat and your stomach filled with familiar butterflies, but you didn’t approach him. Now here he was, standing in front of you, saying your name as if no time had passed at all.

You repeated his name back, a smile on your face as you stood up from the white garden chair that had been delicately placed around the table. His arms enveloped you almost as soon as you were standing. You could recall the way they felt, safe, secure and the exact same as they had two years beforehand.

“You look great” He had mumbled into your hair, his hands pressing against the small of your back, furthering your presence against him, trailing of the silk of the floor length dress you had worn, face buried into your hair as if he had been waiting his entire life for this moment.

Your hands rested on the back of either of his shoulders, head resting against the front of his shoulder. You were sure he could feel the small breath of air you let out against his neck before you pulled yourself away from the hug. “So do you. It’s been so long.” You had said, eyes trailing over his face, taking in every noticeable change since the last time you had seen him.

“Too long.” He agreed, eyes mirroring yours as they danced along your features, as if he was committing it to memory.

The words had made your chest tighten and warm all at once. It wasn’t long before you were sitting at an empty table, catching up. You told him about everything that had changed in your time apart as did you. And then the topic swiftly changed as the two of you danced along fond memories of your years spent together.

“We were so young” He mumbled after you had recalled a specific memory of the two of you having pillow fights on late Saturday nights, a small thing that became a common ritual every night Spencer had been home on a Saturday. Your smiled had widened at his words — although only two years ago the maturity between you both and grown massively.

He added quickly as he reached out to take your hand, a familiar movement you had been neglected of the last two years. “I was too young, immature.. You always deserved more than what I could’ve given you then.” His words were sweet and sincere yet you begged to differ.

“I think that was the happiest i’ve ever been.” You recalled. Everyday spent with Spencer was a memory you kept safe in a secure part of your mind. You looked back at photos from that time, there was a certain gleam in your eye, one that wasn’t found in any photo recently, despite being content with your place in life currently.

Being with Spencer was a sort of fever dream, a sort of perfect you’d only find in a film or a romance novel, things like falling asleep while he read to you, or slow dancing in the dim moon light that gleamed through the kitchen window at late hours, small love notes left around the house, that was something that you failed to find anywhere else — not for a lack of looking.

His eyes stayed on yours, his skin glowing under the warmed yellow lighting of the fairy lights that dazzled the garden with their gleam, his eyes holding a certain sparkle you could only describe as nostalgia. “Me too.” He had said, eyes dropping from yours to your hand in his.

You didn’t know what to say. Your heart soared with the warmth from his touch, your mind fogging from any sense of realism, until your thumb traced his knuckles and it lacked the familiarity everything else did. His hands had grown rougher, more callous although the same soft in your touch.

“Dance with me?” He offered, eyes lifting to meet yours again. Voice gentle and barely above a whisper as if he was scared you would reject him, maybe even more scared you would accept and it wouldn’t be the same as it was.

You nodded, accepting anyways.

His hands dragged yours to the crowd of other people dancing. His hands moved to wrap gently around your waist, your arms slinging over his shoulders to wrap around his neck as his arms pulled you in close. Chest to chest. Heart to heart.

The music fell into background noise as your focus was pulled instead to the sound of his gentle breathing, and slow heartbeat as his head rested atop of yours that was press into his shoulder. You fell into step as if no time had passed at all, you swayed gently in his arms.

“I’ve missed you.” His words came out as a whisper and your heart pulled. This was wrong, you could feel it in your stomach yet the thought was quickly replaced by the feeling of home that buried itself in your ribcage as his hands trailed gently up and down your sides in a soothing familiar motion.

You wanted to reply and tell him you had missed him too, that every night you laid in bed and recalled every last moment between you too. How people from your past still asked about him, how their faces fell when you laughed and admitted you were no longer together.

You wanted to tell him that in the time that had passed you had still the framed photos in a box under your bed, how you hadn’t changed a single detail in your apartment just in case one day he came over. You wanted it to be familiar.

It was, This was. Everything about Spencer was familiar and it was safe.

“I think we needed the time.” You exhaled out, honestly. Maybe if you were to try again now it would end up differently. Maybe he was right in what he said earlier — you were both too immature to handle the intensity of the love the streamed between you. The pull that seemed magnetic the minute your eyes laid on his.

He hummed gently as his arms stopped their movements on your side and instead rewrapped themselves around your waist, dancing down your back, holding you close as he inhaled your scent. This was all he ever wanted.

“Everyone still tells me I was a fool for letting you go, that I was meant to be with you. I think they were right.” He mumbled out into your hair. You remembered being told the same thing. You remembered your friends telling you how sorry they were and how they could have never imagined you and Spencer ever breaking up, ‘you guys were the great love story’ they had rambled.

You shook your head against his shoulder. It was meant to happen like that. Maybe this was all you would ever be. Meant to happen, but never actually happening.

“Maybe” You exhaled, unable to bring yourself to say more as you relished in the moment. The distance of the last two years between you both seemed to disappear as your focus remained on everything that was the same.

The difference, he was different, you were different. Your likes and dislikes had changed, as you assumed his. How if you were to try again you would have to relearn one another. Everything he once knew about you was a distant memory, a familiar reminder of what had once been. Of what was once lost.

His lips pressed against the side of your head and your heart pressed against your chest uncomfortably as your heart beat increased. His hands left a burning trail on your skin even over the fabric of your dress. It was too similar, and too different all at once.

The love between you and Spencer was loud. You loved each other loudly. It was never meant to be a secret, everyone saw it in the shared glances, even now, in the way his touch was significantly gentler with you than anyone else, how your body relaxed in his grasp.

The love between you was loudest in the silence.

Everyone could see it.

Your mind burnt with the memory of the night you broke up, he brought the idea of a breakup up. He suggested it and you whole heartedly agreed. Not for a lack of love. You both mutually expressed the amount of love you had for each other throughout the entire conversation. It just wasn’t the right time. The conversation happened, he mumbled out ‘don’t be a stranger’ as he kissed your forehead in the doorway of your home.

You had let out a wet chuckle as his fingers brushed away the tears that stained your cheeks, similar ones on his own. You agreed, he mumbled an I love you, and then a ‘ill see you soon’

And you hadn’t seen him since.

Until now.

You hadn’t been bitter about it. You were partially glad you hadn’t seen him. You knew if given the chance in those two years you would’ve ran back to him in an instant. Told him how you were sure your heart hadn’t been beating regularly without him by your side, then listened to him ramble about the science of broken heart syndrome as you pressed soft kisses against every inch of his face.

“Whats going on in your pretty head?” He asked. You let out a laugh at his sweet words. The sentence something he had used numerous times throughout the years of your relationship whenever you found yourself lost in thought.

Everything had changed, yet stayed the exact same.

“I don’t think I’ll ever move on from us.” You mumbled out honestly. The words a weight on your chest, a truth that had been buried down your throat you failed to admit to anyone else.

His touch provided a specific burn against your skin, his voice playing an irreplaceable melody in your mind, his sweet words and whispered nothings written on every butterfly that filled your stomach, his eyes unparalleled to another. the feeling in your chest that only he could arise. the smile on your face only he could provide, the gleam in your eyes only present when he was too.

He had left a mark on you, your relationship had left you in a daze for the last two years without you even realising it. nothing would provide the same fulfilment as being by his side did.

Every feeling with him had been new and original, a sort of happiness you didn’t know was humanly possible. You were pretty sure he provided you with a dangerous amount of dopamine, an addictive amount.

If Spencer was a drug, then you had been going through withdrawals for years.

“I know I will never move on from us” His admission carried a different weight than yours did. Despite being the same the meaning was different.

it left your heart heavy and regret flowering in your chest.

“I should go, I told my roommate i’d be home early.” You whispered out, against the soft fabric of his suit jacket. His arms tightened around you momentarily before releasing his hold on you.

His eyes were lidded when he looked down at your face, your arms fell from his shoulders and your stomach twisted at the familiarity of the loss of his touch.

“Don’t be a stranger.” He said, voice quiet, meaningful and honest and you felt an overwhelming urge to vomit. Everything left unsaid over the last two years coming up in the back of your throat but remaining unsaid.

“I won’t.” You promised.

His lips pressed against your forehead as he squeezed your waist gently, before letting you go.

The movement was natural, like you would spend every day of the rest of your life doing it. as if you would wake up in the morning tangled a-mess in his arms, the you would find yourself a giggling mess during a pillow fight on an upcoming Saturday night. As if you were finally going to happen.

You didn’t see him again after you left that night.

You burnt with the memory of his arms and his lips against your skin that night for the next years of your life.

For a love so loud everything seemed so quiet. You recalled the goodbye between you two that seemed so peaceful and tame, an understatement of the love that blossomed when in one another’s presence.

An invalidation of everything he had made you feel.

For a great love story, someone had to experience a great loss.

And he was yours.

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kaisturni · 6 months ago

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rope bunny (pillow princess pt 2) | c. sturniolo

→ chris x fem!reader

→ plot; after your first night with chris, you do your best to stay out of the radar of his brothers. when you two return back to your room after filming, chris has a kink he wants to work out with you.

→ includes; smut, unprotected sex, restraining, f! oral, getting caught (kinda), creampie, angst if you squint, light fluff

→ a/n; i was going to post tomorrow but i could not WAIT hope i did it justice for everyone since this is my most loved fic (out of three lol but still crazy) and this one’s for the horny freaky FUCKS, ur just like me and i’m just like u, enjoy 🙈

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i opened my eyes and squint, adjusting to the bright sun entering the room. i’m still naked, still hugging chris, and still buzzed from the events of last night.

he’s already on his phone, and when he notices that i’m awake and looking at him, he smiles and peppers kisses all over my face,

“mornin’ baby,” placing the last kiss on my lips, making sure this one was longer than the others.

“good morning, how did you sleep?” i ask while stretching, the blanket slipping down, exposing my bare chest.

chris bites his lip lightly, “slept good, feeling even better now,” he whispers into my ear, taking a hand and squeezing.

i do my best to not groan at his action, since the day has just started, “chris! seriously? not right now!” i laugh, slightly pushing him away and crawling out of bed to get myself into the shower.

he frowns at the loss of contact, “sorry i just cant help mysel- are you showering? can i come with???” he pleads after watching me grab a towel and shuffle to the bathroom,

as much as i want to get in to the shower with him right now, i know were in a rush and we have places to be with nick and matt, and i don’t think we need them on our trail with both of us coming out of the room with wet hair.

“didn’t you shower last night? plus we have to get going in 20, that’s not enough time for-“

“for what?” he smirks,

“nothing, it’s just not enough time!” i half yell, slamming the bathroom door. honestly, the fact that he’s so needy already is cute.

it makes me wonder how he’s going to act when we’re with nick and matt. is it going to be awkward? obvious? are they going to clock us right away and never speak to me again? i shudder at my own imagination. i guess we’ll find out today.

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they haven’t picked up on anything.

which is good, because chris and i aren’t exactly doing a very good job at keeping a low profile.

he’s been stealing kisses from me all day; whenever the camera is not on, we’ll find ourselves trailing behind the group just to give each other a few quick pecks,

even sitting next to me and squeezing my thighs under the table when we go out to eat, laughing when he sees me trying to control myself under his touch.

“we’ve got to get going to the driskill now, is everyone ready?” nick asks, and we all nod following him out of the restaurant and to the hotel.

of course, chris and i “unintentionally” trail to the back again, holding hands and kissing behind his oblivious brothers.

that is, until matt turns his head around just as chris is about to kiss me again, and we have to almost rip apart at his eye contact.

“jesus, what’s wrong with you two??” matt questions with a chuckle, with good reason because i’m obviously extremely startled by almost getting caught.

“nothing, i was just saying something to scare her before we got to the hotel,” chris says nonchalantly, the lie slipping off his tongue easily.

“well i don’t want to know, i’m already fucking terrified,” nick chimes in, thankfully not turning around and continuing to keep his eyes ahead of him.

matt agrees, and they carry their own conversation, forgetting about us. chris gives me a little wink and a quick peck on the side of the head, both of us in a silent agreement not to try anything to close to them, it not being worthy the risk.

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we’ve been filming for about an hour or two at this point, we end up in a room where sam and colby decide this is where we’re doing the estes method.

“okay so y/n and nick can go first, just sit over on that couch put these blindfolds and headphone on and you’ll start hearing words playing back to you,” sam tells us while handing nick and i our gear.

chris watches me without even blinking while i put my blindfold on, and i stare back at him until i see nothing.

nick and i do it for about 10 minutes and we were able to get some good stuff for their video,

“matt and chris, how about y’all try it next” colby says as nick and i unblind ourselves.

i hand chris my blindfold and he bends down to my level, “you look so fucking sexy with a blindfold on, remind me to steal those from them later,” he whispers and smiles devilishly, taking the blindfold from my hands and claiming my spot.

i can feel my heart rate pick up at both his comment and our proximity to the others, it seems like he really does not care about getting caught; or he just lives for the thrill of it.

now that him and matt have the blindfolds on, chris starts man spreading, bucking his hips upwards and throwing his head back.

this man knows exactly what he’s fucking doing.

every word he says is in a low, slow voice, and i’m sure he’s laughing in his head at the vision of me squirming at what he’s doing.

him and matt finish, chris taking matt’s blindfold from him, “i can put these away for you guys,” he says to colby, and he thanks him and the group starts walking towards the bathroom.

i look back at chris and he’s shoving the blindfolds into his pocket, bringing his index finger to his lips, giving me a silent hush. my breath hitches and i don’t want to even let myself get hot and bothered by what he could be having in store for me later.

the fantasy that almost begins to brew in my head is flushed by nick and matt's whispers ahead of me.

“i don’t know, it’s weird!”

“i don’t believe you for a second.”

“i swear, i don’t know what happened last night, but something is going on between them,”

i feel my heart sink to my stomach the second i hear those words come out of matt’s mouth. he must have suspected something when we were walking to the hotel. were we being that obvious the whole day? i can’t even remember at this point.

i can feel my heart race and breath pick up, anxiety seeping through my body before i feel a hand on my shoulder,

“you good?” chris looks at me, a worried expression on his face.

the last thing i want to do is make him worry about his brother’s speculations, so i give him a half hearted smile,

“yes, just tired that’s all,” his eyes search my face,

“me too, it’s okay we’ll be done filming soon,” he pats my shoulder lightly and turns to talk to his brothers. i’m jealous of how calm he’s able to be with the way he’s asking. it’s not like i’m the one who’s being risky, but it sure as hell feels like it does.

✧ : *✧･ﾟ:* ✧ : *✧･ﾟ:* ✧ : *✧･ﾟ:* ✧ : *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

it’s around one in the morning when we say goodbye to sam and colby and start heading back to our own hotel.

i decided to walk with nick instead of chris, and even then i can feel matt’s eyes burning into the back of my head.

i do my best to actually keep eye contact with him whenever he looks at me just so i can show i don’t have the “we both know i’m with your brother” expression on my face.

“goodnight, we’ll see you guys tomorrow to check out thrifts and shit,” chris starts, before beginning to walk in the direction of our room.

“what? i thought we were all going to hang in our room for a little,” nick asks, looking at me confused,

“nah, y/n told me she’s super tired and i don’t want to keep her up if i come in late, right, y/n?”

god he’s so fucking good on the spot it drives me nuts.

“yeah i’m exhausted, all that ghost hunting has me beat, but don’t worry nick i promise shopping tomorrow will make up for it,” i say,

“keep your promise missy!”

i salute him before giving nick an arm hug and walking away as we blow each other a kiss.

chris keys us in to our room, while looking back at me with a sweet smile and kisses me on the cheek,

“m’lady,” he says while ushering me to go in, causing me to roll my eyes and giggle.

i don’t even have time to think before chris slams me into the door of the room and pushes his lips into mine.

we moan into each others mouths, his arms snaking around my waist and mine wrapping around his neck on cue.

“fuck, i’ve been needing you all day, i don’t know how i waited this long,” chris says breaking the contact between our mouths and moving his lips down to my neck with a trail of sloppy kisses,

“jump,” he demands, and i do and he holds my legs in place around his legs,

“chris,” i breathe out, unable to come up with complete sentences to say.

he moves his lips back up to mine, and without breaking our kiss lays me down on the bed, himself still standing over me.

chris breaks away fast and harsh, i look at him slightly confused,

“what’s wrong? what are you do-oh my god,”

chris pulls out both blindfolds he stole while we were filming, which i had entirely forgotten about. honestly i thought he just put them in his pocket for the theatrics, but i was dead wrong.

“thought i forgot about these, huh? i couldn’t get the sight of you with it on out of my head,” he says while removing my top then kissing the part of my breasts that are exposed through my bra.

“i couldn’t decide if i wanted to blindfold you or tie you up with it, so i decided on both. now strip,” he stands up tall and holds the silky fabric between his hands, wrapping it around his left knuckles.

i do as i’m told and i get completely naked, sinking to the ground in front him.

he takes his top layers off until he’s standing there in just pants, eyes dark and peering down at me.

i can feel myself quickly getting soaked, and chris grabs my throat and pulls me up closer to his level,

“you’re gonna do as i say, got that baby?” i nod vigorously, and he motions for me to lay on the bed.

“put your arms pretty girl,” he husks, kissing up my naked body before tying my wrists together in a bow above my head.

“i didn’t think you would be into this kind of thing, christopher,” i purr at him, watching chris bite his lip at my comment,

“i’m mainly just in to you, and since you’re mine i get to try anything i want with you, right?” he says, dipping down to suck on my nipple.

the feeling causes me to moan and squeeze my legs together, aching for him to absolutely fuck me senseless.

“r-right,” i say in a breathless agreement, and he gives me that devilish smile once again.

“good. now just lay back and enjoy it all baby,” he brings the blindfold up to my face and i lift my head so he can tie it around my head.

immediately i feel his hand go between my soaking core, causing me to arch my back even his gentle touch,

“you’re already so wet, you make it so hard to not fuck you so quick,” his voice rings into my ears like a melody as his two fingers enter me with ease.

“oh fuck, mmm…chris-“ i wriggle in my makeshift handcuffs when he curls his fingers with each pump, hitting the perfect spot every single time.

he removes his fingers from inside me, and i groan at the void of the pleasure that was building up inside me.

suddenly he pushes my legs further apart, and i gasp when i feel his mouth sucking on my clit.

pornographic moans echo in the room, and he buries his face deeper into my pussy, vibrations of his moans sending me further into a frenzy.

i’d give fucking anything to grip on to his hair right now, but since that option was taken away from me i’m left squirming under his touch, feeling the knots in my stomach grow tighter by the minute.

“shit right there, don’t fucking stop please,” i feel like i’m going to explode as he goes between sucking on my clit and giving fast licks to it on the tip of his tongue.

“how could i? you taste so sweet, y/n, god i love your pussy in my face,” he says before immediately going back to his attack on my core.

“b-baby i’m so close,” i practically scream out,

“let it all out f’me pretty girl,” he mumbled against me, and i release all over, feelings my legs trembling over my high.

i feel chris’ soaking wet mouth on my lips again, tasting myself as he explores my mouth with his.

he breaks away and i inhale deeply, picking up the sounds of his belt and the undoing of a zipper.

i feel his dick rub between me a few times before he immediately starts thrusting, holding my hips in place for his movement.

“ah chris! too much, too much!” i groan, my body still aching and the overstimulation well washed on me.

“no, take it—take it like the good girl i know you are,” he says, not breaking a rhythm of the pace of him slamming into me.

our moans meet once again, and his roughness only takes me further on the path to another orgasm.

he only moves his body to kiss me, rough and hard like his own movements.

“fuck y/n, i’m not lasting long with you,” he whimpers out, and i cant even focus on the words he’s saying because of the fire ready to burst inside of me.

“chris i-i’m gonna c-cum again,” i manage to say barely above a whisper, i’m so fucked out that even breathing is a challenge at this point.

“cum with me,” he says, his thrusts becoming sloppier, and we both reach out highs, feelings myself becoming warm with my own and his juices mixing inside of me.

chris removed the blindfold around my wrists and face, his tired eyes meeting mine.

he kisses all over my face with slow, gentle presses, “how was that?” he asks, then kissing the tip of my nose once more.

it’s insane how much of a different person chris turns into when we fuck.

“it was so good chris, thank you,” i say before reaching for my phone and crawling back on top of the bed.

chris joins me, and i lay on his body with my leg thrown over him; gently scratching my leg.

i notice i’m at low battery, thinking to get a charger, but immediately groaning in annoyance.

“what, what’s wrong?”

“i left my charger in their room. can you go get it? they must think i’m asleep by now,” i ask with doe eyes.

i know he’s going to do it anyway, but what’s the fun without teasing?

he laughs, “well since you asked so nicely,” he says before pecking my cheek,

“i can, i’ll be right back,”

i hum in response and he gets up, throwing just his boxers and a robe on.

i don’t bother putting on any clothes yet, but i do make myself comfortable in the blanket of the bed.

i close my eyes and hear the door open,

“okay WHAT the fuck.”

my eyes shoot open as i see matt and nick looking straight at me, horror filling both of their eyes.

chris is in a robe, i’m still very obviously naked, and there’s the stolen blindfolds on the bed; it’s not a good look.

i don’t even know what to say, the ringing in my ears beginning, feeling like i’m going to pass out.

why are they even here? were they listening? waiting?

i’m so full of embarrassment and anger, that i can’t even control myself.

“GET OUT, ALL OF YOU GET OUT!” i scream, and all of them look at me in shocked silence while i take the heap of blanket out of the bed with me and shove chris out of the room into the hallway with nick and matt.

it isn’t his fault, but it kind of is. for some reason i’m not really angry with him, more so at the situation. all of this could’ve been avoided if we just said something sooner and that’s what makes me feel the worst.

i quickly change into a pair of chris’ sweats and my own tshirt, rubbing my face into my palms as i brace myself to open the door again.

“y/n-“ matt starts,

“so you think it’s okay to fucking listen in on us through the door like a creep? what is wrong with you!” i yell, feeling the tears begin to pool into my eyes,

“no, no! that’s not what happened, we came because-“

“i heard what you said at the driskill!”

“what?” chris looks at the two confused, and they just ignore his expression and relay their focus back to me,

“y/n, we were just joking around. we came to bring you your charger that you left in my bag. anyway, we didn’t think actually anything was going on between you two.” nick starts calmly, allowing my own temper to mellow out with his soft speaking.

“yeah, we were just messing around. but obviously there was some… truth to it,” matt finishes.

chris sits silently next to me on the bed rubbing my back while i bury my face in my hands in shame.

“i’m so sorry guys, i don’t want you to fucking hate me for this, especially you nick; we were friends first,” i lightly sob into my hands and nick sits down on the other side of me,

“hey no, i, we, could never hate you for dating our brother— you guys are like, dating now right?” he says, looking at chris with raised eyebrows,

and i look at him, knowing we’re more that just fuck buddies; he said so himself. but just out of the curiosity of what he will say to his own brothers.

“of course we are,” we smile at each other and i turn back to nick,

“then i’m happy for you both. just remind me to fucking rip my ears and eyes out after hearing, and SEEING what i just witnessed,” he exclaims, throwing his hands up and closing his eyes, trying to shake the memories from his head.

“oh GOD, please tell me you didn’t hear much?” i look at him and matt with pleading eyes,

“don’t worry, just the OHHH CHRIS, IM GONNA CUM!” matt mocks him; nick groaning in disgust and chris and i turning red at his words.

“okay okay, thank you guys now get out, and don’t stick around uninvited,” chris says, getting up and opening the door for them.

“hope you guys will actually be fuckin asleep when we see you next!” nick says, the door following soon behind him.

chris takes a deep sign, “well, that was out sooner than later. are you okay?”

“yeah, i am. i’m glad they know now, i don’t know how long we could’ve kept this up without them knowing,” i say,

he plays with the end of my hair, “me too, i never want to keep you a secret,” he gives me a half crooked smile,

i kiss him gently and wrap my arms around him, his presence safe and calming.

“thank you, chris. i do need to shower though, i’m still… covered,” i say, collecting a towel and some of chris’ clothes he’s been letting me borrow.

“can i come with this time?”

“chris!”

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lixie-phoria · 10 months ago

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[ 18.0 epiphany ] BETTER THAN REVENGE !

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warnings - a little suggestive

an - I had a lot of fun writing this chapter so I hope you enjoy it too 😋

"you seem distracted."

jeongin snaps from his daze, eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to focus on your words.

"sorry," he mumbles sheepishly, sitting up straighter as he pulls his laptop closer to his face, purposely avoiding your eyes.

"are you sure you're okay? you've been acting weird all week."

he really wishes you wouldn't ask him that.

not when a) you're the reason he's been so out of it, and b) you've barely even seen him all week - too busy doing god knows what with yeonjun.

he shrugs, flashing you a small smile from across the table before bending over his laptop, reading the same one line from his notes over and over again.

but it was nearly impossible to concentrate when jeongin was uncomfortably aware of your shoes brushing against his under the table every time you moved or the way your perfume wafted towards him every time the breeze blew.

he was downright enraptured by the way your baby hair framed your face and the way one strap of your top was ever so slightly sliding down your shoulder and the way your lips would fall into a small pout every time you got stuck over a concept and the way your fingers would wrap around your coffee cup every few minutes to take a sip - pretty fingers he couldn't help but imagine wrapped around something else.

oh gods.

he was down so horrendously bad he wanted to face plant into a solid tree and hope for some sense to be knocked into him.

after his conversation with chan last week he had been so determined to prove he didn't like you that way. he only saw you as a friend.

he scoffed at the last thought. he had done nothing but prove himself wrong over the last week. he definitely did not think of you as a 'friend' the same way he thought of the others. and he wanted to jump off a cliff for letting it get this far.

he hadn't even anticipated actually falling for you when he first texted you. he had done it in the heat of the moment, and you had agreed, and he thought all his problems were solved. he did not, however, know what he would be getting himself into.

"ok innie you're worrying me now, what's up with you?"

the way you said innie. the way it rolled off your tongue so prettily, every syllable sending a torrent of butterflies in his stomach.

and the way your tongue flicked in your mouth every time you pronounced the nick name actually drove him crazy.

"jeongin!"

he nearly falls out of his chair as you snap your fingers, brows furrowed in worry.

"sorry you were saying?"

he sounds so shaken up he wants to bury himself alive and never have to face you again.

"you're worrying me jeongin. is something wrong?"

no. don't call me jeongin!

he shakes his head, giving you what he hopes is a reassuring smile.

"ah nothing, just a little worried about our test today."

the test. right. of course.

the test he was supposed to be revising for but could barely concentrate every time he came across a point you had specifically written for him to remember and his thoughts jumped to you and how concentrated you had looked when you explained it to him.

"oh," you shook your head a bit, and his soul nearly leaves his body when you place your hand reassuringly over his. "don't worry about that, I know you'll do well!"

his soul definitely leaves his body when you smile at him and your touch lingers for a bit as you pull your hand back.

"thanks," he tries saying, but his mouth is so dry when he notices you run your tongue over your lips.

and then you go back to studying, but his eyes dart to your collar bone, most of which is covered up by your top but he can see - very faintly - the hickey yeonjun had probably given you and his blood boils.

but it does help him ground himself.

you have a boyfriend. you're not even single. he should really just give up.

but he can't. not when you're so nice to him. not when he has to spend so much time with you. it's nearly impossible.

he watches - or rather stares - with lips slightly parted as you tilt your head to the side, oblivious to his gaze, tongue poking at one side of your cheek.

it takes him back to the night of jackson wang's party - you pushed up against him, your body fitting so perfectly in his arms, and the shiver that ran through you every time he leaned down to whisper something.

it takes him back to the day of the soccer match - how your ears had burned when you accepted his jersey, how it had fallen over your figure, and how his name and jersey number flashed proudly at the back.

fuck.

it hits him like an epiphany - chan had been right.

you definitely weren't just a friend.

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circle-with-me · 6 months ago

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sunshine in my eyes

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x reader

tags/cw: domestic nicky, lots of fluff, very mild nsfw conversation, swimming

word count: 1k

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author’s note: after i posted my cute beachy Will blurb yesterday it got my wheels turning. i’ve been wanting to write something fluffy for my beloved @deathblacksmoke so i thought why not continue the summer trend? also, the cringe is intentional bc they’re cute and in love thx 🫶🏻

The lawn mower roars outside while you get a large glass of ice ready. You look outside the kitchen window and see Nick hard at work in the yard. Sighing, you grab the pitcher of lemonade from the counter and pour some in the glass. He had been working outside all day in the heat while all of your chores were inside and air conditioned. You figured the least you could do was bring him something cold to drink.

It wasn’t all for nothing, at least. This is the first summer in your new house. You had brazenly planned a get together with the guys and a few others later that evening. Both of you wanted to make sure the house looked perfect for your guests.

You fill your own glass and push your way onto the back porch, carefully sitting them on the table. Yelling at Nick, you realize it’s useless as the mower is far too loud. You wave your arms around and finally he looks up. He gives you a confused smile and turns off the machine.

“What is this?!” He yells, waving his arms around in a mocking manner. You roll your eyes at him as he laughs.

“Come get your lemonade, jerk!” You yell back playfully.

Nick accepts the drink with a smile and a kiss on your cheek. He doesn’t need to say much about the taste—the smacking of his lips and soft mmm’s as he drinks serve as a positive review. It’s impossible to say no to him when he asks for another glass… not that you would ever say no to him in the first place.

“How much more do you have left, Nicky?”

He sits his drink down, scanning the yard and considering your question. If you said you thought the boy you met seven years ago in a cramped venue in Richmond would be sitting on a porch with you now gauging how much yard work he had left, you would definitely be lying. Domestic bliss wasn’t even on your radar then, but now, you can’t imagine life without it.

“I’m almost done with the back. I just have to do some shaping around those trees over there,” He says, pointing. “I gotta make sure I didn’t miss anything in the front. I should be good after that.”

“God, you’re so hot when you talk about yard work.” You tease, fanning yourself. Nick whips his head to face you, smirking.

“You think so?”

“Mmhmm… It gets me all hot and bothered.” You lean across the table, touching his arm and winking.

“What are you going to do about it?” Nick responds teasingly.

“Probably go take a cold shower. All by myself.” You dramatically drag out the last few words and stand up to head for the patio door. The chair screeches behind you as Nick scrambles out of it to catch up to you. He grabs you by the arm and turns you around, pushing you against the door. All attempts at being serious are gone now as you can’t stop giggling at him.

Nick pins your arms above your head, planting quick pecks all over your face. His face is slimy and covered in sweat. You try to squirm away from him but he holds you tight—committed to making you miserable. He whispers filthy comments in your ears as his hands roam and you quickly realize you’re losing control of the situation. You manage to sneak out of his grasp, opening the door behind you and slamming it shut.

“Don’t you dare take a shower without me!” He groans.

“Sounds like you better hurry up and finish that yard work then.” You giggle.

The party goes off without a hitch. The guys took it upon themselves to handle the grill so you didn’t have to. You sat and listened to them argue over whose technique was best for what seemed like an eternity before you announced your famous jalapeño poppers were ready. They all swarmed the table, picking the plate clean and thanking you in their individual ways. Nick stayed at the grill mouthing a silent thank you. You winked at him and brought him a special plate you had saved just for him.

Later on, everyone decides to go swimming once their stomachs have settled. You lose count of how many times Noah throws you in the pool, but you get your revenge in a heated game of chicken and a devastating pool noodle attack. Looking around to share in your victory, you catch Nick laid out on a pool chair. His head is lulled against the top of the chair. He’s chuckling at all of the chaos—the arm lazily draped across his bare stomach jumping as his soft belly shakes. The happiness radiating from him makes your heart flutter.

He’s alone though, and you can’t have that.

Nick keeps his eyes on you as you step out of the water and pad over to him. You grab the towel placed over the other chair and dry off with it. When you’re done he coaxes you into his lap and you happily oblige, curling into his arms with your head on his chest.

“You okay, Nicky?”

All he does is hum in response and the vibration you feel through his chest is bliss. His entire body is warm from laying in the sun and he wraps the towel around you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

“Then what are you doing over here all by yourself?”

You feel him take a deep breath but it’s not from anxiety or discontent. His heart beats next to your ear calmly. You know there’s nothing to worry about.

“When we first met,” He starts, dragging his hand up and down your arm. “Did you ever think we’d have all of this?” He waves his arm and you look around. You see a backyard you’ve both worked so hard for full of friends that you would trust with your life. Memories of younger versions of the people you love so much creep into your mind. It’s all a little overwhelming how far you’ve all come.

Seven years. Seven summers. This one might just be your favorite of them all.

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eternal-ascensionism · 6 months ago

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Song Fic maybe???

Hii! I have a request for you, its a Bucky Barnes x avenger!reader idea with the song "Love Again" by Dua Lipa. Where maybe reader has been through some tough/ toxic relationships and swears off of romance once they joined the avengers but then when Bucky returns from Wakanda the reader begins to develope a crush on Bucky as he flirts with them after having a crush on her from the moment he met them. Maybe the reader thoughts align with the lyrics of the song and in the end the reader lets their heart open and starts dating Bucky after he knocks down all of thier walls :) (Also reader can be female or GN and I tried to give you some like guide but didn't want to restrict you!) Hope you have a good day :D

Ok first anon I love you sm for puttin me on this song it BANGS and I love this idea sm!!!

This is technically more like avengers assistant!reader because I suck at finding cohesive ways to fit an original character into the avengers team ((I have tried since I was 16 LMAO)) but hopefully it still works! Hope you enjoy!

Heaven’s Right Here, Baby

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Themes: Angst, comfort, fluff

Warnings:Angst; discussions of: war, PTSD, abusive relationships, trauma bonding, etc. (if you pick up on any I’ve missed pleeease let me know!!)

💗

I glance upward as I hear the rumble above, eyes squinting against the sun’s rays. For some unknown reason, I’d been expecting some grand aircraft; a sleek jet or maybe one of the large helicarriers I’d seen in the hangar back at the Avengers’ HQ when I first arrived. What I was met with was a rather modest plane I’d estimate could fit ten passengers at best. It didn’t really matter, I knew the man aboard couldn’t care less about materialism or prestige. Still, he was one of our team’s brightest and most respected members. It simply felt odd to receive him back via such underwhelming conditions.

Up until this point, I’d only ever worked basic civilian jobs or the occasional temp gig. However after a particularly traumatic breakup, I’d decided that being miserable and barely living above the poverty line wasn’t cutting it anymore. It took a good few years and a considerable amount of ass kissing, but I eventually got offered a role as an assistant of sorts for Nick Fury in New York City.

Natasha was the first person I’d found myself bonding with; the first night I’d spent in the tower was a long one, and she had spent a large chunk of it comforting me by making me laugh with her Captain America impression. Funnily enough, I’d meet Steve Rogers the next morning in the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen and shook my hand, exchanging names and pleasantries with me as the rest of the team filtered in. I watched anxiously as they all began to dig into the food; I couldn’t pinpoint why, but I found myself desperate to impress each of my new coworkers.

Introductions were made, meals were finished, and I beamed at the compliments toward my cooking. To my surprise the conversations seemed to flow naturally. I couldn’t help but linger on one man in particular, though. His metal arm gleamed brilliantly in the lighting of the spacious dining area. He was a man of few words. Bucky, they called him. The next month consisted of me making a fool of myself through several missions, distracted each time by that smolder and the tortured look behind his eyes. It was a look I knew all too well. Still, I didn’t dare approach sergeant Barnes out of fear. Whether it be fear of authority or my lingering fear of men, I wasn’t sure. Didn’t make much difference; the less interactions, the better. The last thing I needed was to get in over my head during what’s meant to be my fresh start.

Today was his return from the last stage of a program for training and rehab that began long before I came into the picture. From what I understood, it all began a few years back when the late King T’Challa harbored Bucky; partly as a favor to Steve, and partly out of respect for the sergeant. He saw James Buchanan Barnes beyond the outgrown hair and the guarded demeanor. He saw someone worth fighting to save. By the time I’d arrived, his reserved nature had let up a bit. We both exhibit similar acts such as hypervigilance, but I suppose that’ll always remain in some small way. We’re part of the team tasked with ensuring the safety of earth, after all.

I wave a hand to Bucky as he steps off the walkway, a bag slung over his shoulder. When he sees me and the team, he shoots us a small grin. It wasn’t until he made it halfway across the asphalt that I registered the changes of his left arm. The once scuffed and faded titanium had been replaced with a new, higher quality gold and silver prosthetic.

“Vibranium,” Bucky offers, having picked up on my stare. “Shuri helped me.”

I felt a pang in my chest as he looked at it proudly. It was the same ache I’d gotten every time I’d bore witness to sergeant Barnes letting pieces of his real self shine through. I could try and lie to myself, but I’m grown. I know what it means to have feelings for someone. As much as I’d fought to stay neutral from the beginning, something about Bucky had always pulled at my heart. I would never let him know, but he’d melted some part of me that I’d spent years freezing out. Still, I’d vowed to keep to the professional relationship I’ve created with the former soldier. I couldn’t risk letting something like random feelings of fondness jeopardize my job. I am here to help others and to run away from my demons, nothing more and nothing less.

“I never thought that I would find a way out, I never thought I’d hear my heart beat so loud. I can’t believe there’s something left in my chest anymore”

Upon our entry to the tower, we were met by the quiet humming of music. Puzzled, we all made our way to the lounge area where we found Tony behind the bar in the corner. He raised a glass of amber-colored liquid in our direction as a greeting. “Welcome back, Barnes. Dig the new scrap pieces.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and pointed to the speakers built into the tall ceiling overhead. “Thanks. What’s with the music?” Swinging around the bar to stand in front of us, Tony smirked.

“What? Can’t we have a little homecoming celebration? We missed you, bud.” Before he could reply, Natasha interjected, grabbing Tony’s free hand.

“In that case, let’s dance. You’ve only got six months before your wedding and Pepper is gonna kill you if you step on her white heels.”

I watch in glee as Nat drags Tony away to the open space near the couch to practice his moves for the big day. Everyone branched off into pairs, leaving me standing at the bar with a can of soda while Bucky perched on the arm of the recliner. These little moments of joy made being alive less painful each day. I continued observing my teammates for a while before hearing someone clear their throat from beside me. “Wanna dance, doll?”

The low timbre gave him away without so much as a sideways glance. It was sergeant Barnes. Asking me to dance. With him. Ignoring the cold sensation shooting through my veins, I threw him a smile and nodded. Offering me a hand, we make our way over to the spot where the others are swaying to the crooning of an early 1900s love song. With the way Bucky and Steve perked up as it came on, I’d be willing to bet they were grooving to it back in the days of its first release. The thought warms my heart, and I risk placing my head on Bucky’s shoulder as we let the music guide us. Maybe trusting him for one dance wouldn’t hurt. Maybe it’s okay to let my guard down just this once.

“I never knew I had it in me to dance anymore, but god damn, you’ve got me in love again.”

Love. That’s what it was. I hated to admit it to myself, it scared me to the point of lost sleep and vomiting, quite frankly. But I couldn’t bear pretending any more. Bucky had been back in New York for all of two weeks before we started being sent on missions together to gather intel on a potential threat. I didn’t know the details, they only ever told me what was absolutely necessary to carry out a job. They explained it was so that if I were to be caught, I could play dumb as a simple civilian caught up in bigger matters on accident. You never know what tactics someone may have to pull the truth from you, but there’s nothing to be extracted if I truly know nothing. However, at the current moment, I wished for little more than to be pulled from this room and dragged elsewhere. I tear my eyes from my debrief notes to stare back at the disheveled man sat across from me. I had yet to fully process what he asked.

“What?” His frown deepens, and I almost regret asking him to repeat himself.

“Do you think I’m someone you could love?”

I was completely taken aback. Sure, the sergeant and I had some pretty deep conversations in the past. We weren’t incredibly close before his return, both of us being highly traumatized and reserved people; but pair long missions with hours spent staring off into the night watching for movement and we had begun to fill the void. He relayed stories of war and torture, and I recounted memories of toxic relationships and a traumatic childhood. It only seemed natural that we eventually progressed into becoming each other’s confidant over the last few months. When we accepted the latest task I expected us to exchange banter, maybe make up some new inside jokes. I didn’t expect it to devolve into a raw and emotional conversation about our past hurts and shortcomings. Bucky had opened up about the women he’d met before the war, branching off into a story where he’d tried to make something work with a woman he’d met briefly in Romania before he’d had to go back on the run. I could see the pain in his expression, I could hear the slight waver in his voice as he tried making sense of where he’d gone wrong in life to deserve it all.

Then he looked up at me, those big grey-blue eyes shining with unshed tears, and he asked me the one question that I know will change everything. Is he someone I could love? When he asked, I realized I already know the answer. I already know I love him.

“Yes.” He blinks at me, seemingly in shock, but I just continue. “I don’t have to think about it, Buck. I love you because you are worthy of being loved. I love you because you are inherently lovable. I love how you care about people, I love how you fight fiercely to protect them. I love how intelligent you are, and how you never use that against others. I love how you make me feel safe. I love how you’ve never given me a reason to question your motives like all the other men I’ve let into my life. I love you, and I didn’t even think I could love again.” I dabbed my sleeve over the wetness pooling under my eyes, chuckling at my own intense reaction. Discussing my feelings was never easy, but it just came naturally with Bucky.

Two hands came up to hold my cheeks as Bucky looked at my face, perhaps studying me for any sign of deceit or sarcasm. I meant every word, though. He wrapped me up in a tight hug, and after he pulled back, I felt a sudden confidence. I leaned in and pressed a soft peck to his stubble-covered cheek, delighting in the light red tint that washed over his face.

“I love you too, doll. I didn’t wanna scare you away, you mean the world to me. Just didn’t imagine you’d feel the same. Not that I’d blame you, with what you’ve told me about the others I wouldn’t blame ya if you never spoke to a man again.” Bucky laid a gentle kiss to the back of my hand that still rested in his. “Honored to be the one you trust.”

“Never have I ever met somebody like you, used to be afraid of love and what it might do. But god damn, you’ve got me in love again”

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HELLO I REALLY HOPE THIS WAS WHAT YOU WANTED! I’m sorry it took me so long to finish I kept branching off with different ideas before settling on one cohesive concept and hopefully I did a decent job following your prompt! Thank you sooo much for the request this was super fun to write and honestly kickstarted my productivity which has been in the shitter since like pre 2020 lmao bless you guys <333

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thefallennightmare · 1 year ago

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Miracle-six

*gif created by me(thefallennightmare) feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: Possibly the last one for tonight but we'll see!

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Things were different; weird.

It's been a few days since our time at the Airbnb and Noah's barely acknowledged what happened between us. And instead of avoiding me, he was always there. Before when I entered a room, he would find some excuse to leave, me doing the same. Now when I walk into a room or place he was in, he watches me with intense eyes. Not that I was complaining if I was being honest. But what happened between us still didn't excuse his previous attitude towards me. I'd done nothing to deserve his cold shoulder, and I planned to make sure he knew that if we continued this.

No, I rapidly shook my head. That was a one-time thing.

With a sigh, I kept my attention on finishing setting up the merch booth while the guys were on stage for a sound check. I bobbed my head along to the beat Folio smashed on his guitars, the opening to Artificial Suicide echoing loudly in the empty space. Thankfully, this venue had space for me to set up the booth in the main area so I could watch the show tonight.

As confusing as our relationship, if you could call it that, was. I still loved watching Bad Omens. They were electrifying on stage.

When Noah's voice came through the speakers, I cringed and turned on my heels to watch. He cleared his throat, the music halting before he threw his thumb in a circle showing that they started it from the top. They did and the same thing happened; Noah's voice cracked and sounded as if he was losing it.

"How does it sound, Y/N?" He asked into the microphone.

I walked closer to the stage with my face screwed up so I didn't have to yell. "Do you want the truth?"

"I wouldn't expect anything else from you."

That made me chuckle but then let out a deep sigh.

"You sound like shit, Noah. What's going on?" I stuck my hands in the back pockets of my jeans and put all of my weight on my left foot, cocking a hip out.

Noah sighed while handing the microphone to one stagehand before sitting on the edge of the stage, his long legs dangling off. I was a few feet in front of him and ignored the way my brain screamed at me to slink between them.

"I woke up this morning with a sore throat and thought it'd get better by now," he ran a hand through his hair.

Matt sighed next to me; stress clear on his face. "We've got about six hours until your set. Why don't you rest your voice until then. We can cover the rest of the sound check without you."

"You sure?"

Nick clasped a hand on Noah's shoulder and nodded. "We got it."

While they all conversed about what to do, an idea sprung to mind and I pulled out my phone to look up the nearest coffee shop. Thinking no one noticed, I slipped away from them while sending a text to Davis, who was still at the hotel, to see if he could finish setting up for me.

"Where are you going?"

Turning around, I noticed Noah followed me. I gave him a stern look, him already forgetting Matt's orders not to talk.

"You're not supposed to talk," I reminded him.

He rolled his eyes then whipped out his phone and typed something on his notes app before showing me; he asked again where I was going.

"I was going to get you a tea to help soothe your throat," I said, suddenly nervous that the gesture might have seemed too much coming from me.

Noah's mouth curved into a smile and motioned for me to follow, him clearly coming with me.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? There's a line outside, you're bound to be seen."

I'm sure he knew that but I wasn't worried someone would see him alone. I was worried he'd be seen with me. After almost a year working for Bad Omens, I'd done a pretty good job and not to be seen with them out in public. Of course, in group settings, it was harder, with fans snapping pictures of us when we walked around the town, we were sightseeing. But now, alone with Noah, I couldn't fathom what people would say if they saw the two of us. Fans knew I was the merch girl so maybe they'd think we were just grabbing coffee for everyone else.

That's exactly what you're doing. No need to overthink things.

Noah led us out the back where fans weren't allowed and when I told him where the shop was, we began walking in stride there. We didn't speak, the silence something we were used to between us, but every once in a while, our hands would brush together. A spark of heat and electricity shot through me every time. Something I knew Noah felt as well because, at one point, his fingers brushed against the inside of my wrist, on purpose.

As the shop came into view, we noticed there was a small group of people hanging around outside; all wearing Bad Omens merch. The two of us came to a halt, and I peered up at Noah, seeing what he wanted to do. He shrugged before typing something on his phone and showing me the screen.

Can't hurt to talk for a few minutes, right?

I narrowed my eyes at him, debating whether this was a good idea.

"If I get any flak from Matt because I let you talk and your voice gets worse, I'll kick your ass," I pointed at him.

Something dark flashed across Noah's eyes and he licked his lips, typing a new message.

Sounds like a deal, angel.

Ignoring the way my insides burned at the pet name, I told him I would be right back while he socialized with the fans. As I stepped inside, the group of fans started muttering under their breath that 'the Noah Sebastian' was standing right in front of them. The wait for the tea wasn't that long and as I waited, my eyes dared a glance outside to see Noah finishing up taking some pictures with the fans. As if he felt me staring, his eyes locked with mine and gave a small wave.

An action one fan noticed then followed Noah's gaze, landing right on me.

With a start, I turned back to the counter when my name was called and took the tea with a smile. By the time I made it back outside, Noah was alone, leaning up against the wall of the building.

I handed him the tea. "I don't think it will cure you completely but maybe enough for tonight's show."

Noah nodded his thanks and soon we began the short walk back to the venue, in silence. Thankfully, he was not speaking to save his voice because I wasn't sure what we would talk about. Clearly, we were supposed to think what happened that night didn't, and I was glad to do that.

Was I?

I couldn't dwell on the question for long because my phone buzzed in my pocket. Expecting it to be Matt wondering where I ran off to with the vocalist, it surprised me to see my mom calling. She never called me on her phone. When we did talk, which was rare nowadays, it was when Lana called me.

With a soft hand on Noah's forearm, I pulled him to a stop.

"Give me a minute?" I asked.

He nodded, so I took a few steps away to give myself some privacy.

"Mom?" I asked once I answered.

"Yes, I'd like to report a break in."

My heart rate intensified hearing her calm, eerie voice. It wasn't anything I'd heard before which made me wonder what the fuck was going on.

"Mom, it's me. Y/N. What's going on?"

"There's a lady in my house trying to give me medication. I told her I don't need it but she said it'll help me."

I pinched my eyes shut while letting out a shaky breath. I could practically feel Noah's eyes gazing at me but ignored him; right now, my mom needed me.

"Mom, that's Lana. Your nurse," I spoke low into the phone so Noah couldn't hear me. "We've been through this, it will help you."

"NO! She said it will make me go to sleep. I don't want that."

I bit my lip, trying not to break down. It had been a good couple of days for both my mom and I, now everything was slowly turning to shit once again.

"Just take it, alright? For me?" I begged.

"Who are you?"

It wasn't the first time she questioned who I was but every time; it chipped away at my heart. Having your own mother forget who you were was a different kind of pain. There was some rustling on the other end, a struggle almost as I heard Lana grunting and my mom yelling obscenities to her. For a split second, I almost told Noah I had to leave but when Lana's calm voice came through the speaker, it erased that thought from my mind.

"Hi dear," she breathed into the phone. "How are things?"

I scoffed. "Really? That's how you answer the phone? What the fuck is going on?"

"I promise its nothing-."

"I swear to the Gods, Lana if you say its nothing you can't handle I'm going to fucking loose it," I spat through gritted teeth.

Every single phone call, Lana would tell me her version of the day but end it with 'nothing she couldn't handle'. I was tired of hearing it; I demanded to know the truth.

By now, Noah had come around to face me, a wondering spark in his eyes.

"Everything alright?" He mouthed.

I nodded with a sigh before turning slightly away from him.

"It's been a terrible day, dear. Your mother is getting worse, and she really needs to go to a facility where they're better equipt to handle this."

Tears burned in my eyes, and I hastily wiped them away with the back of my hand. This was not a conversation I would have with Lana over the phone.

"I know," I spoke out in a deep breath. "I have a few more weeks left and when I'm home, we can talk about it."

There was a long beat of silence on the other end that I almost checked to see if Lana hung up.

"I really hate bothering you, Y/N. You deserve this time away because of how tired you were from taking care of your mother. You're too young to deal with this on your own."

My heart warmed at Lana's words, and finally, a lone tear rolled over my cheek. Noah reached out with his thumb to brush it away and I instinctively leaned into it, not realizing how badly I needed it.

"I have to go. Whatever happens, no matter the time, please call me."

"Of course, dear."

I stared blankly at the black screen, replaying everything that happened and knowing that eventually I'd have to decide. I kept my mom at home because I thought she would remember things easier, all the memories we made but maybe it was only making things worse for her. I knew I was being selfish letting Lana deal with everything on her own while I was hundreds of miles away living my life.

Would she even let me back to help? She already told me I didn't deserve to deal with it on my own.

"Hey," Noah cupped my cheek. "What's going on?"

His voice was quiet so he wouldn't strain it.

I sniffled while refusing to meet his gaze. Even if he heard the conversation, I wasn't ready to talk about my mom yet; if ever.

"I don't want to talk about it," I shook my head in his grasp. "Please."

His thumb lifted my chin so I had no choice but to look at him as his eyes darted back and forth between mine as if he was searching for something. Eventually, he nodded but kept his grip on my face.

"Alright, but I'm here if you change your mind," he assured me.

"Why? What's different now?"

The question tumbled out of my mouth before I could even stop it. Noah let out a deep sigh before stepping away from me and letting his hand fall from my face.

"I-It's hard to explain."

I chuckled darkly and extended my hands to the side, a silent way of telling him I had the time to listen. But Noah said nothing, only gripped his tea tighter in one hand while the other ran over his face.

"Forget it," I mumbled. "You shouldn't even be talking. Matt would kill me if you lost your voice because of me. Can we just head back to the venue?"

Reluctantly, Noah nodded, and with that, I turned my back to him as I walked away.

A quick yawn fell from my lips as I loaded the last box of merch into the truck. It was a very long night and with his vocal rest and tea, Noah was able to perform tonight; not how he usually does, but no one noticed. Since I had been incredibly busy all night, I didn't have time to think about my mom but now as I walked back inside the venue, I couldn't help but think of her.

Was I a terrible daughter for leaving her?

Would she ever forgive me?

Would she ever remember me?

All the doctors and specialists I spoke to said never to think of that question, it only made things worse in the end. You couldn't dwell on the what ifs or the bad with Alzheimers, you had to relish in the good times.

A warm body slide up to me as I was aimless walking the back halls of the venue and I saw Folio smiling at me.

"I'd figure you left," I said.

"We're all still here having drinks in the green room. We couldn't find you so I came looking," he explained.

I tossed a thumb over my shoulder. "I was packing up the truck."

"Well, I've got some bad news."

That made me pull him to a stop, worry etched deep into my bones. "What is it?"

"Some members of the crew wanted to get a head start to the next city and left already. They were going to ask you if you wanted to go with them but no one could find you. I told them to go ahead, and you'd ride with us. I already grabbed your things from their bus."

I didn't know how to feel. Obviously, I wasn't mad for being left behind and I was thankful Folio thought to grab my things. I did, however, feel apprehensive about being on the same bus as Noah. Now there was nowhere to run. At least at the venues, there was a decent amount of space between us. But the small confines of the tour bus, it was inevitable it would force us to be together. Our little trip to the coffee shop earlier proved that there was still tension between us.

It didn't help that neither of us talked about what happened at the Airbnb.

I gave Folio's hand a squeeze. "Thanks."

"Come on," Folio pulled me along to the green room.

A part of me wanted to fight, the thought of crawling into my bunk on the bus sounded better but I knew right now I needed a distraction. We walked through the door seeing Nick, Jolly, and Noah in the room.

"I feel as if this is a Bad Omens only meeting," I laughed towards Folio.

He simply ruffled my hair before sitting on the couch next to Nick.

Noah was standing in front of a mirror in the room trying to undo his ear in's but he couldn't quite reach so I walked up behind him and removed them for him.

"Thanks," he said while taking them from me.

All I did was nod and was ready to sit on the couch until his hand grasped my wrist, stopping me.

"How are you doing?" Noah asked.

When we came back to the venue earlier, he tried to ask one more time what happened on my phone call but I denied him again.

"I'm fine."

I didn't mean to be cold towards him but I was exhausted after a long day, the last thing I wanted was to be asked if I was alright. I just wanted to forget. So I sat next to Jolly on the couch and actually thought about it when he offered me a beer. I said I drank little, depending on the situation, but after the day I had; more so the year, I accepted the beer with a smile of thanks.

Noah sat on the couch across from me and gave me a look that screamed apprehension.

I took a pretty large drink before setting it on the table in front of me.

"Don't worry, Noah. I won't get drunk and make you carry me back to the bus," the tone in my voice was icy.

Guilt ate away at me because there was no need for me to sound like that but the last thing I needed right now was to be judge. Especially from Noah.

"It's not that," he hesitated, thinking if he should have continued and ultimately decided not too.

I, however, was in a feisty mood so I pressed on. "What is it then? You don't want me drinking on the job?"

"Or is it an embarrasment having me drunk around you guys? Is that why you're holding that night in Chicago over my head."

Noah had a pinched expression, and his shoulders were rigid with annoyance. His knee bounced widely before he abruptly sat up from the couch and walked to the other end of the room, clearly needing a moment to cool off.

I wanted to follow to continue giving him a piece of my mind but Nick held up a hand to stop me.

"Do you even remember what happened in Chicago that night, Y/N?"

"Barley. There was this married guy flirting with me all night and when I found that out, it hit me hard so I drank," I answered Nick.

It was Jolly who spoke next. "Noah found you outside with that guy as he was trying to force you into his car. He claimed the two of you were supposed to head back to your hotel room together."

My face paled realizing what exactly Jolly was saying.

"I definitely did not have plans to go back to my hotel room with him," I informed them.

"Noah knew, so he was able to get you away from that guy," Folio finished.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. That was the reason Noah held a grudge against me for that night. But that made little sense; if he saved me from whatever that asshole had planned, why did it make him so cold towards me?

"Why?" I asked while looking at him.

"You'd think I'd let you get into a car with some random asshole while you're drunk?" Noah snapped.

"No, of course not. But I don't understand why you're holding that night over my head. None of it was my fault," I defended.

Noah's jaw tightened. "I never said it was."

Suddenly, it all clicked into place. Seeing me almost put myself in danger made him so upset with me. I will be the first to admit, when I got drunk I didn't make the best choices. Hence why I decided against drinking all the time. It still didn't excuse the way he acted the way he did, but it explained why. Maybe now we could move past that night and enjoy the rest of the tour without the heated tension.

I stood to my feet and walked into his open embrace, wrapping my arms tightly around his back while laying my head against his chest.

"Thank you," I said softly.

Noah tensed for a moment before his own arms snaked around me, laying his chin on top of my head.

"You never have to thank me, angel."

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year ago

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but this is getting good now (j.h.s.)

a/n: i have slowly but surely been working on this and I have to say, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out

summary: Almost and assumptions, until there is nothing but proof.

second star to the right (and straight on 'til morning) masterlist

folks who wanted to be tagged: @memeorydotcom @djs8891

warnings: insecurities, alcohol but everyone is of age, kissing

word count: 4k

You sigh, crossing your arms as you lean back in your chair.

“Do you really want my honest opinion?”

His eyes are a cautious hopeful as he bites his bottom lip. “…Yes?”

“Jake, this is shit.”

He groans, sliding down in his chair. “I know.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment as you both look at the paper, contemplating how to not make it shit.

“Hey, do you uh, do you wanna-”

Jake never finishes his sentence as the door to the Center opens, Bradley popping his head in. “Hey, you done?”

You miss the sour look that settles on Jake’s face at the sight of him as your eyes flicker over the clock. “Another half an hour?”

He groans, stumbling into the room. “I’m stealing candy then.”

You shake your head, a smile growing on your face. “Go right ahead.”

“Dude, Seresin, you practically live here.” Bradley says through a mouthful of M&Ms. You roll your eyes at the words, despite the nugget of truth in them.

Over the course of the last few weeks, Jake had spent more time in the Center than not, bringing multiple drafts of any and every assignment to you. It’d gotten to the point that if any of Jake’s buddies from the football team needed him, they’d come looking for him in the Center before they checked the field.

“Shut up Bradshaw.” Jake says, eyes trained on his computer.

Bradley shrugs. “Just saying. Do you want to come over for dinner on Sunday? Mom’s asking about you.”

It takes you a minute to realize Bradley is talking to you and you glance over at him. “Yeah, I guess. Jake, you can not cite Wikipedia.”

He groans again. “It was the only thing I could find!”

“This is our mid-term Jake. This is important.”

“Are you really doing homework on a Sunday?” Nick says, coming into the kitchen, arms full of groceries.

“This thesis isn’t going to finish itself, unfortunately.” You mutter, deleting a sentence on the screen. Bradley picks up one of the articles you have laid out on the Bradshaw’s kitchen island, squinting at the title.

“What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know.” You groan, dropping your pen to press the heels of your palms into your eyes. “I don’t know and I think Jeff is trying to kill me.”

“You know what would make you feel better?”

“What?”

He lets out a little laugh, trying to contain his teasing grin. “Making out with your new football buddy.”

You narrow your eyes, taking the article out of his hands. “Would you cut that shit out? Jake doesn’t like me like that. I’m just his tutor.”

Bradley scoffs. “Yeah, sure, okay.”

“I’m being serious!”

“So am I!” Bradley protests. “Seresin has like… the fattest crush on you.”

“Shut up, Bradshaw.” You mutter, turning your eyes back to the computer.

Tom lets out a throaty laugh, prompting you to raise your head to catch Pete’s pained look.

“Something you’d like to share with the class, Pete?” Carole teases.

He gives a jerky shake of his head. “Nope. Nothing. I know nothing.”

The adults let out a round of laughter as Bradley pulls out the chair next to you, collecting some of your articles.

“I saw your Mom at the store with Dad.”

You pause, the cursor on the screen blinking back at you. His words are soft, unable to be heard by the adults who have since moved on in the conversation.

“Apparently, she’s got a boyfriend.” He mutters.

“Good for her.”

“When’s the last time you talked to her?”

You give a shrug of your shoulders. “Don’t remember honestly.”

He sighs. “Maybe it’s for the best. She didn’t have anything nice to say.”

“She never does.”

Jake sighs three separate times before Javy shuts the lid of his laptop, a bit aggressively.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What is up?”

“I fucking hate that guy.” Jake says with a shake of his head, looking back down at his statistics notebook.

“Who?”

“Stupid curly hair. Stupid charming smile. Stupid baseball player.”

“Who, Jacob? Who?”

“You know Bradley Bradshaw?”

Javy raises his eyebrow, unimpressed. “‘Course I know Brad, he’s one of Nat’s best friends.”

“Yeah, well he’s a fucking asshole and I hate him.”

“What the hell did he ever do to you?”

Jake can’t bring himself to say anything, scribbling angrily in the margins of his notebook. Unfortunately, his best friend knows him too well.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with your pretty tutor you seem to be spending a lot of time with lately… would it?”

He can hear the smirk in Javy’s voice, even without looking at the boy.

“Fuck off, Machado.” He says with a groan, leaning back in the booth as he crosses his arms. He waits a beat, Javy looking at him expectantly before crumbling. “Can you blame me Javy? He fucking picks her up after all her shifts, has Sunday dinners with her… I fucking hate him for getting her before I even had a chance.”

“They’re not… they’re not dating, you know that right?”

Jake snorts. “Save my pride Javy.”

“No, no I’m serious, they aren’t.” He says with a shake of his head. “She lives next door to Bradley. Nat said they went to high school together and grew up across the street from him or something. That’s why she goes over there sometimes.”

“Huh.”

He’s incapable of saying anything else, mentally reviewing all the interactions he’s seen you have with Bradshaw. They’d never been more than platonic, but he would admit that Bradshaw already pissed him off enough as it was and his jealosuy flared whenever you were around him.

“You should just ask her out on a date man, you clearly have a thing for her.” Javy says, shaking his head as he types out numbers into his calculator.

“I can’t do that.” He says with such certainty Javy has to pause and take a deep breath through his nose.

“And why not?”

“Because there’s no way in hell she’d say yes.”

Javy lets out a chuckle, looking up at him. “You’ve never had any problems before now.”

“This is different.” Jake hisses. “She’s really kind, and sweet, and smart, and I- she’s so far out of my league.”

Javy rolls his eyes. “Suit yourself Seresin. But don’t come moaning and moping to me about it. You dug this hole for yourself..” The words carry no real weight, both knopwing Javy would always listen. “What did you get for number 8?”

“Thought you’d be on a beach somewhere.”

You look up, catching sight of Jake. “Hey.”

“What’re you doing in the library over fall break? Shouldn’t you be somewhere tropical with your phone turned off?”

“I have Pete’s paper I have to finish. He gave me an extension and I’m pushing my extension deadline as it stands.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “You aren’t done?”

You shake your head. “Almost though. I just have to proofread it and then submit it. Why are you here?”

“Have to return a book I used for our mid-term. Plus, I was already here for an extra weight lifting session, so thought I’d come by.”

It’s the first time you take a minute to recognize what Jake is wearing. He’s a bit sweaty, muscle tank damp.

Even then, you can help but eye the way his biceps look, imagining the way he must’ve looked while-

No.

You shake your head, clearing the thought as you meet his eye again.

“Well, it was good to see you Jake.” You say with a quick smile, looking back to your computer.

It was beyond inappropriate to think of someone you tutored like that. Absolutely not.

“Hey, uh…”

You look back up to him, watching him fiddle with his gym bag.

“Do you have any plans for the rest of break?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m technically not working but if there’s something you need me to look at, I’m ha-”

“No!” Jake protests quickly. “No, no, no. No, I was going to uh- ask if you wanted to do something.”

You blink at him. “Yeah, sure I guess I’m free. What do you have in mind?”

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I, uh, well I kinda need a pumpkin for this carving thing the team is doing. Would you, uh, want to come with me?”

“You… you want me to go to a pumpkin patch with you?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean… yeah okay.” You say a little dumbfounded.

You weren’t a fool, you knew Jake was attractive. You’d be blind not see it.

But you knew that you weren’t the girl Jake would be with. You knew it in the raised eyebrows in silent question his teams mates gave him when he said hi to you in the dining hall, knew it in the smirks girls in your History class would give you when Jake started sitting with you.

You might be Jake’s tutor, and dare you even say friend, but you knew one thing to be true.

You’d never be Jake’s girl.

The smile Jake offers you, though, is worth a weeks worth of dirty looks and snide sneers.

“Great! How does tonight sound? I found a patch about 45 minutes away, has some cute fall stuff we could do if you wanted? I’ll drive.”

“I- yeah.”

You wanted to cringe at the sound of spending hours alone in a pumpkin patch, doing fall activities that you always thought you’d do on a date with someone.

It hurts in the worst way, feeling like you’re watching a life you could’ve had, had you been someone else.

“See you at 6 then, kid.”

You shut the door of Jake’s truck behind you as you both step out on to the farm about half an hour outside of San Diego. The evening air is much cooler than it is in the city, offering a bit of a bite as you wrap your coat around you tighter.

“Where’d you find this place Jake?” You ask as you take in the cozy environment, the corn maze not too far away, the the apple bobbing and hay rides that are consumed by giggling children.

“Bradshaw’s Mom told me about it. Apparently, they’ve been coming out here since he was a kid.”

You nod as Jake rounds the truck, stopping next to you. You’re sure Carole has shown you pictures of baby Bradley, rosy cheesks as Nick stands there, both with grins so wide.

The pictures had made your heart ache in the way hearing Carole or Nick talk about Bradley’s childhood always had.

There was so much love and laughter you’d missed out on, so much you never got to have, something you longed for.

Relationships you knew you’d never have with your own parents.

Jake clearing his throat breaks you from your musing, bringing you back to the present.

“So, what should we do first?”

“I don’t think your pumpkin is big enough.” You say, a giggle laced through your words as the two of you walk (well, really, Jake is more waddling) to sit down. He heaves a sigh as she sets the rather large pumpkin on the hay.

“I want to win.” He says with a sigh, draping hismelf over the hay bales.

“What do you win?” You ask, sitting down next to him.

He opens his eyes, but doesn’t say anything, just watches you.

“Jake?” He hums, not tearing his eyes away from you. “What do you get if you win?”

He shrugs. “Nothing too crazy, I hope. Reuben is organizing the whole thing which just makes me more concerned for the losers.”

“Well, what would you want as a prize?”

He swallows, eyes gleaming. “Well, I could think of a few things.”

You raise an eyebrow, feeling your cheeks go warm as you realise just how close Jake is to you.

“I-”

“Seresin!” Someone hollers, causing both you and Jake to turn.

There’s a few boys standing a bit away, all grinning. And then there’s Bob, one of Natasha’s friends you’ve gotten to know through Bradley.

Bob serves as an athletic manager for the football team, maybe against his better judgement, given the exasperated look in his eyes as the boys make their way over to where you’re sat with Jake.

“What’re you doing here, Seresin?” One of the boys asks.

“Getting a pumpkin for our carving party?” Another inquires.

Jake coughs, looking over at his pumpkin. “Yeah. Um Kenny, Chad, this is-”

“Shit, are you on a date dude?” Chad asks, eyes growing wide.

“No-” Jake amends, a bit too quickly, but Chad keeps talking.

“Sorry, sorry didn’t mean to interrupt. Don’t let us stop you from letting you hit it-”

Bob cringes as you close your eyes, cheeks aflame in embarrassment. “Actually, we were jst leaving.” You say abruptly, standing up from the hay. “I’ll meet you back at the truck, okay?”

“Wait-” Jake protests as Kenny offers up a botched apology, chuckling his way through the statement.

You reach up, rubbing at your face to make the tingly feeling go away as you blink back hot tears.

You knew this would happen.

You adjust your dress nervously as you ring the doorbell, pack of White Claws in your hand.

You didn’t even like White Claws but what is one expected to show up to a party with? Nothing?

You aren’t sure if the noise of the doorbell has been heard over the music that’s so loud you can feel it through the porch and are about to ring it again (or maybe give up and hide in your car) when the door opens.

It’s Jake.

He gives you a blinding smile, ushering you in the house. “You came!” He shouts over the noise.

You nod, eyes flitting over his costume as your hands become sweaty. “Yeah, I- I uh brought this. Wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to show up empty handed.”

He smiles again, taking the box from you. “Nice. Nice costume, by the way.” He winks, disappearing into the crowd as you stand there like a deer in headlights.

There’s a warmth spreading through your cheeks that has nothing to do with the seltzer you’d chugged in your car before ringing Jake’s doorbell.

You spot your friend Maria in a corner, refilling her drink and you begin to push your way through the crowd, each dressed up in a different costume, each wearing less clothes than the last.

You feel more overdressed than you have in your life and that’s saying something considering how short this dress really is.

You tug on her arm, catching her attention as she smiles. “Hey-”

“Give me this.” You say, taking the drink out of her hand. “I need to get drunk.”

“What-”

“Jake dressed up as Peter Pan. Maria, what the hell is in this? It smells like gasoline.” You say as you shove the drink back in her hand. She peers in it, blinking like she’s not really sure what was in it either.

“You wouldn’t have liked it anyways.” She says, before a ghost of a smile appears on her face. “So you and Jake, huh?”

“Shut up.” You mumble, cheeks going red. “I didn’t mean to. Wendy Darling was what I threw together at the last minute.”

Jake had texted you at 3:08pm, asking if you were doing anything tonight.

And you had said no, like a smitten dumbass.

So here you were, against the protest of your judgement and pile of homework, in a skimpy dress in half-assed attempt at Wendy Darling, in the hopes that Jake might notice you.

A pipe dream, really. Especially given the fact you and Jake hadn't really talked since that night at the pumpkin patch over fall break.

“Maria!” You hear Bradley’s voice over the music and you turn just in time to see Bradley squeeze his way through the group of people. “You said you were gonna come play beer pong twenty minutes ago.” She nods, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I know, I know. Got distracted talking to this one.” She points to you and Bradley blinks, looking down at you. It looks like this is the first time he’s realised you’re there, which given how inebriated the boy seems to be, might actually be true.

“Let’s go play!” He shouts with a nod of his head towards the backyard, and with that him and Maria are gone. You glance around, biting your lip as nerves begin to grow in your stomach. There’s no sign of Jake, or really anyone else you might know.

You feel yourself back up further and further into the corner, biting on your fingernails as your eyes flit nervously through the room, wondering what you should do.

Just as you’re wondering if you should leave (and drive away and never come back) a warm hand lands on your shoulder. You jump in surprise, looking up to see Jake towering over you.

“Hey, what’re you doing over here all alone?”

You shrug.

“Well, why don’t you come play some beer pong with me out in the back?”

You give another shrug. “I’ve never played, I doubt I’d be any good.”

He gives you a grin, leaning closer to you. “Well, then you’ll be my good luck charm.”

The sounds of Monster Mash follow you out to the backyard as Jake begins to explain the rules of beer pong to you.

“-and I know you don’t drink a whole ton, so I’ll drink if you’ll throw?”

You startle at Jake’s words. “How did you-”

“Bradshaw!” Jake shouts, clapping the brunette on the shoulders, startling him and botching his throw.

“2 v 2 after this?”

Bradley’s eyes flicker over to you, a grin growing on his face. “On one condition.”

Jake quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Loser has to kiss their partner.”

Your eyes grow wide at Bradley’s words, wanting to reach around Jake and throttle him.

Jake titls his head as Reuben sets up the table again. “You’re on.”

You splutter as Jake tugs you to the other side, a crowd starting to gather around the table. “Jake, the only pong I’ve ever played is of the iMessage kind, I don’t really know how good I’m going to be.”

Jake shrugs. “Yeah, but Bradshaw and Maria are both hammered. I’m counting on their perception being so fuzzy they can’t land a single shot.”

Despite your nerves the whole game, Jake ends up being right, with Bradley and Maria only landing three shots the whole game.

Still, you can’t help the way your stomach flutters in disappointment at the fact that you don’t get to kiss Jake, although you’d never want it to be under these circumstances, where he has to kiss you because of a bet.

Bradley shakes his head ruefully at you before, leaning over pressing a kiss quick peck to Maria’s cheek.

Jake teasingly chastises Bradley that that wasn’t part of their deal as Javy takes your place in the pairing, Natasha replacing Maria.

You get through another round, Mickey taking over Jake’s spot next before you’ve decided enough is enough, and it really had nothing at all to do with Chad’s appearance in the backyard.

“I think I’m gonna go.”

Jake’s head shoots over to you as you lean over, getting closer to his ear so he can hear you over the music.

“Yeah?” He asks.

You nod. “Yeah, I’ve still got homework I need to finish. Thanks for inviting me though.”

He smiles at you softly. “‘Course, I’m glad you came, I know this isn’t exactly your scene.”

“That’s what she said.” Javy coughs into his fist as he walks past.

Jake rolls his eyes. “Ignore him, he’s an idiot. Text me when you get home, okay?”

You nod, ignoring the warmth spreading through you at his words.

(1:13am- Did you make it home okay? I never heard from you.

Your heart jumps up into your throat as you peer at the text, unable to stop the smile that’s spreading across your face.

Yeah, I did. Thanks for checking

The bubble pops up a few times before a new text appears.

Good to hear.

Get some sleep.

Goodnight.)

- You squint at the brunette over the top of your laptop, trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth.

“I am not asking Jake out.”

He groan, slumping down on the table in front of you. “Why not?” He whines, causing you to wrinkle your nose.

“Becuase? It’s Jake? He’s a super popular football player who’s not going to be interested in dating his tutor? Get off this, please. You’re starting to piss me off.”

Bradley studies you for a minute before he heaves a sigh. “Fine.” There’s quiet for a minutes as you turn back to your reading before Bradley speaks again. “Are you going to your Mom’s for Thanksgiving?”

You shake your head. “No, she’s driving up north to go see my Grandma with my brother and my sister is spending the holiday at my Dad’s.”

“So… do you wanna come over?”

“For Thanksgiving? Sure.” You say with a shrug.

Bradley smiles. “Wonderful, I’ll text Mom and tell her right now.” He says, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “You know who else is coming to Thanksgiving?”

“I’d drop it if I were you Bradshaw.”

“This is great as always Mrs. Bradshaw.” Natasha says warmly as Jake nudges you. You look up at him from where you’re cutting a piece of apple pie, Nick setting a scoop of ice cream on your plate, Jake nodding his head out to the backyard.

“Let’s go sit.” You nod, grabbing the plate as Jake leads the two of you to sit outside.

It’s still warm enough to dip your feet in the pool as the two of you sit near the edge, Jake having to roll up his jeans.

“I’ll never get over Bradshaw having a pool.”

You let out a little laugh, pulling the fork from your mouth. “You’re telling me. That was always the status symbol of wealth growing up. What?” You ask, realizing Jake hasn’t started to eat his pumpkin pie but is simply just watching you.

“You look really nice today.” You feel a blush crawl up your neck as you glance down at your outfit.

“Thanks.” You say, picking up your plate to eat, unable to meet Jake’s eye.

It’s quiet between the two of you for a little while, the silence comfortable as you eat your slices of pie.

“You know, Bradley keeps telling me the funniest thing.” You say as you finish the last of the pie, setting the plate back down on the ground. Carole really did make a killer apple pie, a wonderful combination of apples and cinnamon, the pastry dough always elevating the dessert.

“What?”

“He keeps telling me… God, it’s so silly.” You say, shaking your head. “He keeps telling me you have a crush on me.”

Jake watches you for a second, and you realise telling Jake this may have been a bad idea, before Jake leans over you, pressing his lips to yours.

It takes a minute for your brain to even realising he’s kissing you, but it’s a minute too long as Jake pulls back, eyes wide.

“I’m- I’m sorry, I just wanted to know what that was like just once.”

You don’t even realize what you’re doing until your doing it, leaning over and returning Jake’s kiss. Jake’s hands are already on your waist to steady you as you cup his cheek, getting to savor the way he tastes of pumpkin pie and the bourbon he had earlier.

Jake cups your cheek as he pulls away, thumb gently rubbing over your cheekbone as he watches you. He’s looking at you in such a way that is making you blush, wanting to duck your head and hide from his gaze.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He whispers.

You swallow, already missing the taste of his lips. “Then why are we waiting any longer?”

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gxldenlush · 6 months ago

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Wedding date || c.s

Pairing: best friend!chris x fem!reader

Summary: y/n needs a date to her competitive sisters wedding.

Warnings: use of y/n, nickname (ma), random names for sister & her husband, slow burn (no development in this part)

A/n: gonna be a series so lmk if you want part 2. semi proofread😓

word count: 1840

Pink=y/n

Orange=chris

༻☙✽༺

“But I hate weddings! I doubt she even wants me there anyways” I’m currently pacing around my bedroom, protesting to my best friends reasoning as to why I should go to my sisters wedding next month.

“It might be fun, y/n. You might meet someone” Chris shrugs on his end of the already 3 hour long FaceTime.

“That’s the thing, I told her I had a boyfriend last month when she came over for dinner” I now regret this lie, but at the time I didn’t know that my sister would get married so quickly.

“Y/n, you are the most single person I know, and this is me talking! Why would you even tell her that you were dating someone?”

I instantly roll my eyes at the thought of my sisters competitive attitude. “You know what she’s like, Chris. She’s always trying to one-up me, i just told her about my new job and she instantly adds on that she got a promotion as though what I said meant nothing.” I stop my pacing and I throw myself backwards onto my bed with a groan.

“So you tried to one-up her?”

“No, she started talking about her boyfriend and how perfect he is, mom gave me that expectant look, you know the one? Her smile says “it’s okay” but her eyes say “if you say the opposite of what I want you to say, I wont talk to you for weeks”. I just cracked!”

“And now you have a non-existent boyfriend?”

“Yep” i sigh dramatically which pulls a laugh out of Chris. “So when she was on the phone talking about her wedding, she told me i could bring my boyfriend, I couldn’t say no!”

“Why didn’t you just say you broke up?”

“No way, that’s so much worse! Do you think Nick could pretend to be straight for one night?” I only half joke, genuinely willing to try anything.

Chris laughs loudly at my suggestion “Nick couldn’t even pretend to be straight when he thought he was straight! Look, how about this, if you can’t get a better solution by the week before your sisters wedding, I’ll go with you.”

I sit up and my eyes widen and shine with hope and gratitude as they look down at Chris on my screen.

“really? You’d do that for me?”

“Sure, why not.”

“That would be amazing, I’ll let you know, alright?”

Chris nods and changes the subject slightly.

“So, your sisters… fiancé… how long have they even been together?”

“Like six months? I don’t get it, honestly.I know the whole ‘when you know, you know’ stuff genuinely happens for some people but, I’d still want to be with them for much longer just in case, you know? Even if they propose at that time, I’d stay engaged for a while first.”

“Yeah, I agree. I feel like they probably don’t even know each other totally yet”

“Exactly!”

“Yeah, I think you have to know a girl for at least a year before knowing if she’s ’the one’, y’know?”

“I agree”

We’re silent for a few seconds before i mumble another comment. “He’s kind of creepy too, I do’t like him.”

“Creepy?” Chris’ tone has altered ever so slightly. Concerned. Protective.

“Yeah, he’s always staring, doesn’t understand personal space… he’s just strange”

“Does he make you uncomfortable?”

“A little bit, but I think that’s just because I don’t really know him.” I scoff. “My sister doesn’t even know him and she’s marrying him”

“If he ever does anything to you-”

“Which he wont”

“If he does… you’ll tell me. Right?”

“Of course I would.” He flashes me a smile.

“So anyway, did you figure out who ate your pop tarts?”

“I don’t know for sure but I’m fully convinced it was Matt”

We continue going through random conversational topics until we both fall asleep. A call that lasts about 5 hours? That’s normal for us, every single night that we aren’t seeing each other in person.

༄

“So, did you find a date for your sisters wedding?”

It’s a week before the wedding and I had no luck in finding a date. I shake my head as I hand him a Pepsi.

“Damn… so what colour tie should I wear?”

“You still want to be my date?”

“Sure, it’ll be fun. Besides, you can talk shit to me about your sister the whole time if you want” He smiles, knowing that sentence alone will convince me.

“Alright, but only if you’re okay with going?”

“Of course I am. One thing though”

“Yeah?”

“Your sister fucking hates me” he laughs

“Oh well” i shrug “Emma hates everyone that doesn’t love her as much as she loves herself. besides she’ll just have to deal with the fact that I love my totally real boyfriend”

“Awh, you love me?” He plays into the joke “damn, you’re saying it this quick? You’re turning into her”

“Woah, that’s not even funny!” I try to sound serious, but I can’t help but laugh.

“Wear your yellow tie, if you still have it, the one you wore for homecoming?”

“Yeah I’ve still got it, are you wearing yellow?”

I nod with a smirk “she hates yellow, and I look great in it”

“Ooh, we’re going bitchy for this wedding. I love it”

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“Hey, I’m here, are you almost ready?” Chris says over the phone as I finish up my hair in the mirror.

“Almost, just finishing my hair, just come up”

He hangs up the phone, I assume he’s walking into the house, I hear him walk up the stairs and lightly knock on my door.

“Come in” I turn to face the door, smoothing out my yellow dress as he opens the door.

When I take sight of Chris, my heart flutters. He looks so handsome. I can’t help but find hin attractive. I note that his eyes widen when he sees me.

“Holy shit, ma. You look gorgeous.” He sounds breathless, i think nothing of it, maybe he walked here.

“Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself” I smile as I make my way over to him, I raise his tie and put the end of it against my dress. “Perfect match”

“Like fate”

“Or destiny” we laugh.

“Alright, let’s get going. Mom and dad are already there with Emma.”

“Shall we, m’lady?” He holds his arm out for me to link to.

“We shall” I laugh as I take his arm.

༄

The reception was lovely, I have to say. It was an outdoor wedding in the middle of summer, the weather was perfect and so were the vows. I am now sat at a table with Chris to my right and my father on my left with my sister beside him, drinking champagne and finishing dessert.

“So, y/n, how long have you and Connor been together?” My sister pipes up, clearly getting Chris’ name wrong on purpose.

“His name is Chris.” I reply through gritted teeth

“Oh, right. Silly me”

I roll my eyes as I conjure up more lies “we’ve been dating for about two months now, but we’ve ben friends for years”

“Yup, loved her even then” Chris adds in, leaning closer to me, placing his hand on my thigh, an action that is only visible to me, which confuses me. I smile at him, he kisses my cheek as I struggle to control my blush. What is happening to me?

Once we’ve finished dessert and our glasses of champagne, music starts to play, my sister and her new husband are called up by the DJ to begin their first dance. Everyone gathers around the dance floor to watch and record their first dance as a married couple. When I hear the song that’s playing, I scoff, shake my head and go sit down. Chris follows after me.

“Hey, don’t you wanna watch them dance?”

“No” I reply, sulking.

“What’s wrong?” He sits sideways in the chair next to me to face me, he takes my hands in his, seeing that I’m clearly upset.

“When we were kids, we used to watch Princess and the Frog, this song is from that movie. I told Emma that when I got married, this would be my first dance song.” I explain as an extended version of ‘Ma Belle Evangeline’ plays.

“Well, you can still dance to it now?”

“But-”

“Nope. No buts. When the DJ calls more people over to dance, we will dance too. Me and you.” He stand up and holds his hand out for me to take. “And we’ll dance a damn site better than them” he smirks.

“Now let’s get the bride and grooms parents and siblings up.”

I sigh and take Chris’ hand, he leads me to the dance floor and we start to slowly sway to the music, my arms around his neck and his hands on my waist.

And I love you, Evangeline…

I recognise his cheeky smile and I laugh as he takes my hand and starts to spin me around, we sway again, smiling and only looking at each other. Just as the song is ending, Chris dips me, like in the movie that I have also watched with him over the years. He slowly pulls me back up to stand when the song ands and everyone applauds. A huge mile on my face.

“Thank you”

“Anything for you, y/n” he smiles back at me, there’s a hint of something else in his eyes that I can’t quite place, all i know is that it’s something good.

The night goes well, apart from a few comments back and forth between my sister and I. We all laugh and dance and drink. That last one bars Chris, he doesn’t drink alcohol, even after Emmas new husbands many attempts to coax him into drinking something.

I ended up having to snap at him, which pissed off my sister to no end. “James! He said no!”. Emma didn’t speak to me after that.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, you gonna be alright alone?” I mumble to Chris as i pick up my handbag and stand up.

“Yeah sure, I’ll just talk to to your dad” He smiles up at me, I ruffle his hair to which he slaps my hand away making me laugh

“Wont be long” I make my way to the bathroom, leaving the large marquee and going into the main building behind it.

Walking down the hallway, I hear my name being called.

“Y/n!”

When I turn around im surprised by who meets my gaze

To be continued…

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@mattscoquette

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deepdisireslonging · 1 year ago

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Two More

Another PPV is done, but the Reader’s and Kenny’s relaxing time keeps being interrupted. The Reader thinks up a way to distract him from work.

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings/Promises: fluff, SMUT, oral (reader receiving), edging, overstimulation, Kenny being a giver to a fault

Word Count: 1900

Note: Another song-fic for the Summer Playlist! Don’t know why this one took me so long to work out the smut, but now I am super happy with how it came out. Let me know how you liked it with comments and reblogs. Happy reading!

“Notice” by Little Mix

With a huff, you sank back into the couch. Kenny winced and answered the fifth call of the afternoon. While the day had been lovely, it was full of wrestling business. Not a single minute for either of you to catch your breath, much less relax. And now that you were home, the business had followed him.

“Two minutes,” he whispered to you. To the caller he noted, ‘it’s not a long one, but I’ve got a minute.” He listened for a bit, then his shoulders slumped. “Mr. Khan, is there anyway we can go over details tomorrow? Besides, didn’t we go over them enough today at- yes. A few plot holes, but-“ With an apologetic look, he slipped out onto the back porch.

You listened to the one-sided conversation through the screen door. Being married to athletic and creative brilliance had its shortcomings, for sure. But you always had a way of bringing you both back to a calm center.

While he was on the balcony, you sliced cucumbers and put them in water for a refreshing drink later. You made sure the travel clothes made it at least to the laundry room; the floor counted, right? And you went ahead and laid out some games you could play together on the coffee table. When Kenny came back in with the weight of AEW on his shoulders, you handed him the refreshing glass and sat him in front of the gaming system.

“You’ve been busy. What happened to relaxing?” He smiled as you handed him a controller.

“It's hard to relax if I know you’re up to your eyeballs in Khan’s strategizing. C’mon.” You bumped your shoulders together. “Let’s unwind for a little bit.”

It didn’t take long for the ’easy’ game to turn heated. Just when you were finally getting the upper hand, Kenny’s phone rang again. He paused the game.

“Hey-“

“Two minutes.”

“Fine.” Again, you slumped against the couch as he walked out of the room. Earlier when you had arrived, Kenny had cranked up the AC to get the air circulating. Now the temperature had evened out and you were no longer freezing. You shed your jacket. And caught an idea. If this afternoon continued in the morning's pattern, Kenny would need something to drive him to distraction until the phone calls stopped.

Your husband came back in with one of the most apologetic faces you’d seen. “Sorry about that. Matt and Nick needed-“

“Don’t worry about it. Now sit down so I can finish kicking your ass!”

The pause was too much for you to regain your momentum that round. No worries. You had a better enterprise in mind. It became more tantalizing with each incoming call. At first, Kenny didn’t notice. It wasn’t unusual for you to lounge about in a tank top and your shorts. But when he saw your clothes piling up, his brow would scrunch, trying to figure out your plan. But you would drag him back into the game, or another call would drag him back out.

Impatience set in.

“That’s the last one,” he said, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. “I promise-“

You sat calm as a church mouse as his mouth dropped. While waiting for him in the nude had technically been a few more calls away, you didn’t want to wait that long.

“What’s wrong baby?” You crooned. Tugging your knees up, you covered your chest. “Are you tired of video games? Would you like to do something… else?”

His head was nodding before he managed words. “Y-yes. No more video games. Uh- did you have something in mind?”

“Mhmm.” You didn’t bother with grace or sha-shaying. Kenny followed you like a parched man to a fresh, cool spring. The bed hit the back of your legs when you turned. His eyes fought to watch your eyes or… everything else. “See something you like?”

As you sat down, leaning back on your arms to arch out your chest, Kenny’s breath stuttered. “Oh yes. I’m trying to figure out where to start.”

He was just beginning to lean over you when his phone began to ring again. With a hiss, he buried his head into the crook of your neck. You tried to hold him there, but he quickly untangled your fingers from his hair.

“Boy, you have seriously lost your focus.”

Holding up the screen, Kenny’s earlier delight evaporated. “It’s one of the TNT producers. I can’t-“

“They can leave a message and call Khan instead.” You spread your legs, showing off what you knew would break him. “So, are you going to answer the phone or come fuck me?”

Kenny looked between you and the phone once. He chose correctly and tossed the phone into the living room, slamming the door shut. Then he pounced on you. Here was your passionate lover.

As he kissed from one shoulder to the next across your collarbone, you purred and dug your fingers into his hair. You helped guide him down to travel from one side of your chest to the other. All the while you softly asked him, “what do you need, baby? Do you want to get behind it? Flip me over and recline us? Undress me just the way you like it?”

“You’re killing me, sweetheart.” His forceful kisses pushed you back onto the mattress. “I knew what you were doing. Tried to resist. But I can never resist you. Especially when you play games like this.”

You laughed, “I know you always see through my tricks. But what’s the fun of wearing nothing if you never notice? Had to get you away somehow.”

“I’m glad you did.” Kenny stopped ravishing you with kisses long enough to take a long look at your face. Beaming. Waiting for his next move. He loved that you could match his energy in the ring and in production, and that you knew just what he needed to revive him. He lightly gripped your chin, guiding you close for a slow, sensual thank you. “What would I do without you?”

“Be a nervous wreck?” You touched your foreheads together. “Stop thinking about today. Open challenge, right here. Take me, baby. Don’t make me wait-“

He silenced you with a sucking kiss to the hollow of your throat. While your fingers re-curled into his hair, his hips thrust at the edge of the bed between your legs. You tried to drag him up so those thrusts would pass to you, but he began to kiss down your body instead. He nuzzled your stomach on the way down, trailing his fingers down to your undulating hips. His lips murmured things against your skin that you couldn’t hear. But it made your arousal buzz all the same. He continued moving down, around where you wanted him. Nipping at your skin, then tugging your legs further apart just so he could kiss your inner thighs.

You whined and tried to roll your heat into his face.

Kenny tutted at you. “I thought you were trying to help me? If I wanted you to sit on my face, you’d be there already.” He glanced up at you, barely visible over your stomach with how low he was kneeling. “But today has been stressful for you too, huh?” It startled you when his fingers gently smoothed over your sex. “And we both know that helping you will help me too.”

Again, you whined. For such an impatient man, he picked the worst moments to take his time. Your mutual impatience was why you worked so well together. “Kenny, please! Just fuck-“

He cupped his palm under you, teasing with one finger. After only a few passes, his finger was squelching in your slick. He watched, enraptured, when he added a second next to the first. Together they curled, scissored, and made you quake and shiver. He glanced over at your hands, watching them helplessly claw at the sheets. When your toes began to curl, he pulled back. Kenny chuckled at your cry of dismay. Resting his chin on his hands on your lower stomach, he waited for your breathing to even out. Then he took his low position again.

“You’ve been edging me with all the calls already,” you panted, “please, baby-“

He kissed over your mound. “Had to get one in. Make sure you were ready for me.”

“As if I’m not ready for you every second of the day?”

With an agreeing grunt, Kenny dove in to eating you out. His arms wrapped tight around your thighs to hold you in place as you arched. As you screamed. As you pleaded. And as your body wriggled, trying to move your sex impossibly close to his face. But he was a master at swallowing you down to your soul, he liked to joke.

“Gonna give it to me, baby?” he asked between noisy slurps. “Gonna flood my mouth? Come on. I thought you issued me a challenge.”

You tried to hold off. You really did. But then he began to suck hard in that way and- you fell apart on his tongue. Kenny rushed to drink every drop. It set a chill zinging across your skin.

The shivering that overtook your body wasn’t just from the impending orgasm. It heightened as Kenny crawled over your body before settling himself between your legs.

His eyes gleamed. “I should reward you for every call you had to wait through.”

You shook your head. There was no way you’d survive that many. And you warned as much.

Kenny leaned down to press his forehead against your feverish one. “Perhaps. But you were so patient. Can you at least give me two more?”

As you gasped with the sensation, he slowly worked his length into your heat. His mouth fell open, lax against your cheek. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck. But when you tried to roll your hips, he didn’t start. Instead, his hands spread wide against your chest. One to the next, he toyed with your nipples. Squeezed and kneaded your flesh. Pinched and massaged. Thrusting only when your whines caught him off guard. But as your need amplified, and your voice caught in your throat, Kenny’s thrusts became erratic. Your body quaked with one release. Kenny stilled, reveling in how you clamped down on him.

He waited for your breathing to even. Then he began to thrust in earnest. You cried out his name, gripping his shoulders. Did you want him to stop and give you a break? Or did you want him to keep going? He felt so good. Between whimpers of delight, you hummed similar pleasantries into his skin. How well he filled you up. To keep going, right there. How only he could make you shake like that. Could he feel how desperate you were to cum?

Your voice cracked under the pleasure. He kissed you deeply, stealing air out of your breathless lungs. As you came, your nails clawed down his back. With a shout that filled your mouth, he spilt into you.

After few panting minutes, he gingerly rotated until he was on his back, with you on top and securely hugged to his chest. He held you, matching your racing heartbeats with his. With a wisp of a laugh, he smiled against your forehead. You whimpered, exhausted and terrified, as he dragged you over his upper chest. With the crook of his finger, he brought you to hover over his face.

“Two more.”

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Masterlist

Other Kenny Fics:

Troublemaker (Smut)

Breathless Brat (Smut, Ficlet)

A Cumedy of Errors (Crack!Fic, Smut, Fluff)

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kelcemesoftly · 1 year ago

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Heartbreak Series: Part 3 [[Far Away]] Song Imagine

Series: Heartbreak Series, Part 3

Summary: Part three, the final part, of the Heartbreak Series! This one is based on Far Away by Nickelback.

Words: 3856

Triggers: nsfw, swearing

Notes:

Y/N/N is Your Nick Name.

What happens when Trav shows up and says he still loves you?

This time, this place

Misused, mistakes

Too long, too late

Who was I to make you wait?

Just one chance, just one breath

Just in case there's just one left

'Cause you know

You know, you know

“Oh,” you breathed, blinking away the tears that gathered in your tear beds. You weren’t sure what you had expected Travis to say to you, but referencing your new boyfriend and his new girlfriend was the last thing you’d anticipated. For some reason, it hurt even more that he used that as his explanation as to why you two couldn’t be together, his reasoning that you two couldn’t see where you could go from here. Your bloodshot hues darted toward your legs, doing your best to avoid any and all eye contact with him. Now you were mortified that you’d called him, and frankly, you were more hurt than you were prior to this conversation. It would’ve been better to remain pining after him, to wonder what he was up to and what he was thinking, rather than be told he no longer wanted anything with you. “I-I have to go,” you stammered, quickly ending the Facetime call before he could get in another word.

You locked the screen of your iPhone and curled up into a ball on the white-tiled bathroom floor, pressing your mouth into your arm so the loud cries would be masked by your skin. You didn’t need Ryan, your new boyfriend, hearing you break down. There wasn’t anything he could do to make you feel better… it would be mortifying to tell him why you were crying, anyway. Surely he’d break up with you if you told him you’d called Travis… not that it mattered. The person you wanted to be with, your person, had just confirmed your worst fear–that you’d never get back together. Or at least you wouldn’t now because you were in a new relationship. Eventually, your body had no energy left and you fell asleep on the cold floor.

As soon as Travis had said ‘There’s no us anymore’, he knew that he had fucked up. While the statement was true, it’s not what he wanted. And based on how you reacted, he could tell that’s not what you wanted, either. He wasn’t sure what he should’ve said, but he certainly knew that what he did say was the wrong thing. “Damn it,” he cursed, curling his hand into a fist before it collided with the cushion on the couch. His entire body tensed as he stood up, angrily grabbing the empty can of Bud Light on his way to the kitchen. Reaching into the fridge, he grabbed another can of Bud Light and chugged it down, wanting to forget that this had even happened.

“Babe, are you coming to bed?” Hailey asked quietly from the kitchen doorway, shuffling from foot to foot. His icy blue orbs locked with hers and he nodded stiffly, taking a couple steps toward her before turning off the lights on his way out of the kitchen. Even as he lay on the bed next to his girlfriend, the only person on his mind was Y/N. Seeing the heartbreak gloss over your eyes was enough to make him feel as if he was going to be sick, but he swallowed it down so as to not alert Hailey that something was wrong. At this point, Travis was too drunk to have that type of conversation with her.

I love you

I loved you all along

And I miss you

Been far away for far too long

I keep dreaming you'll be with me

And you'll never go

Stop breathing

If I don't see you anymore

Rattling on the door handle is what woke you up the next morning, a groan parting from your lips. It took a moment for you to register what had happened, but once it did, last night came back in full force. Calling Travis, having him call you baby only to rip your heart out by saying that there was nothing left between the two of you. The shots of tequila you’d done after dinner last night came up full force, and you opened the lid of the toilet to empty the contents of your stomach.

“Y/N, are you okay? Let me in,” Ryan requested, continuing to try and open the door even though it was locked. You flushed the toilet once you were done, irritation bubbling through you. Clearly he heard you getting sick, so why the fuck couldn’t he wait to get in until you finished? The door wasn’t going to magically unlock itself. After squirting toothpaste onto your toothbrush, you unlocked the door and allowed Ryan to come inside, though you rolled your eyes at him so that he’d know you were frustrated.

“What is wrong with you?” he asked, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway. His eyes glanced up and down your body, attempting to pinpoint what was going on with you.

“Nothing, I just don’t feel well,” you lied as you spit out the toothpaste and wiped your face with the nearby hand towel.

“Sure,” he said, turning on the hot water in the shower before stepping inside to clean himself. Sighing, you departed from the room and sat down on your bed, running a hand over your face. You knew that you had to end things with Ryan because it wasn’t fair to him to be with you when your heart wasn’t in it. He deserved someone that wanted to be with him and could give it their all. At this point in time, that person wasn’t you. You laid back on the bed for a few moments before pushing yourself up to get dressed for the day.

On my knees, I'll ask

Last chance for one last dance

'Cause with you, I'd withstand

All of Hell to hold your hand

I'd give it all, I'd give for us

Give anything, but I won't give up

Cause you know

You know, you know

“Trust me, Y/N, he is still madly in love with you.” You were on the phone with Kylie, Travis’ sister-in-law, and she was reassuring you that despite what Travis had told you mere hours before, he wanted to be with you. Based on what Kylie had told you, Trav had called Jason that morning to let him know that you’d reached out to him last night for the first time in months. It sounded like your demeanor, the sadness and brokenness you felt had made an impact on Trav.

“Even if he is, he has a girlfriend, Ky-,” you said. Before you could say anything more, she cut you off mid-sentence.

“One that we haven’t met and that he hides from Donna and Ed,” she pointed out, her voice unamused. You tilted your head to the side when she said this because that was rather strange. Travis was always so eager to show you off to his friends and family. He took every opportunity that he could to have you on his arm for events, or sitting right beside him when he went to other sporting events. When his family was going to have get-togethers, Travis made sure that you were able to come along with him. To hear that he wasn’t doing the same thing with his new girlfriend was odd, to say the least.

“It doesn’t matter, Kylie. He said that there’s no us, and he’s right. There isn’t. I shouldn’t have called him when I was drunk last night… I just… I missed him so fucking much, and instead of feeling better after that phone call, I hung up feeling even worse.”

“I know, Y/N/N. I know. But I can promise you that he feels the same way. It might just take him time to come around. He thought that once you left him, that was it and he’d never have another chance with you again. So, this is him trying to move on. But now that he knows there’s a chance he can get you back, I know without a doubt he’s going to jump on it,” Kylie encouraged softly. You appreciated her more than you could say. Even after your breakup with Travis, you remained close with her, Jason, and the girls. She was like an older sister to you.

“I guess we’ll see, Ky. Thanks for calling,” you mumbled, hanging up the phone a few moments later once she wished you a goodbye, too.

Earlier in the day, when Ryan had gotten out of the shower, you had a short conversation with him that things between the two of you weren’t going to work out. He didn’t try to fight for you or even seem that upset, mentioning that you’d seemed more distant the past few days. It helped that you two hadn’t been together all that long. The more you thought about it as he packed up his things to leave, you realized that your connection with him was purely physical. He was a nice distraction, but what you felt for him wasn’t love. It never would advance to that, either.

A knock on your apartment door drew you out of your thoughts, and you quickly pattered over to the front door. You assumed it was going to be Ryan, figuring he may have forgotten something when he left the morning. To your surprise, it wasn’t Ryan. Instead, it was the one person you desperately wanted to see, while at the same time, it was the one person you never wanted to see again. Travis.

“W-What are you doing here?”

I love you

I loved you all along

And I miss you

Been far away for far too long

I keep dreaming you'll be with me

And you'll never go

Stop breathing

If I don't see you anymore

A million thoughts were swarming through your head as the muscular six foot, five inch man stood towering in front of you in your doorway. The most prominent one being why the hell was he there. You’d never given him your address, so how did he find out where you lived? Why was he standing there when he told you not even twenty-four hours ago that there was no you and him? Why was he standing there if he had a girlfriend?

“I fucked up. I’ve fucked up so many times lately. I should’ve ran after you, drove after you as you left me that day. I should’ve been open and honest with you last night. The truth is, baby, I miss you. I want you back,” Travis rattled off quickly, his eyes desperately searching yours to try and see if he could read what you were thinking. You were sure it wasn’t that hard to do because you began crying, but this time, it was tears of joy and not heartbreak.

Travis stepped forward into your apartment, wrapping his thick arms around your body and pulled you into his chest. “It’s okay, baby. Shh,” he whispered, burying his face into your hair.

Home. You were home in his arms. For you, home wasn’t a physical place. It was wherever Travis was. You could be in a dilapidated house with rats crawling around and you’d still feel at home if Trav’s arms were holding you tightly against him. That’s how you’d always felt with him. He was your safety, your protector, your best friend, the love of your life. Your home.

“Trav…,” you cried quietly, your much smaller arms moving up to wrap around his neck. You pressed your nose against the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Your eyes immediately began to flutter closed, feeling your body visibly relax for the first time since you’d left him. Nothing had ever felt right without him. Nothing would ever be right without him. “W-What about your girlfriend?” Honestly, the last thing you wanted to think about was her, but you had to know. You didn’t want to aid in him cheating on someone, even if all you could think about was being with him.

“I ended things this morning. I couldn’t sleep last night. Seeing you breakdown because of me was the most heartbreaking feeling in the world, Y/N. It broke my heart that I was the reason you were crying. I shouldn’t have told you I didn’t want to be with you… because that’s all I’ve fucking wanted since you left.”

You pulled your head back so that you could look up at him, searching his eyes for any hesitation. You found none. Leaning in, your lips pressed against his chapped ones as your heart began to speed up. Words escaped you as you felt his body against yours for the first time in months. Your arms looped around his neck, clasping your hands behind the base of his neck. Travis pulled away after a few moments and rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, baby girl. I always have. You will always be the only one that I love. I want you to come home.”

So far away (So far away)

Been far away for far too long

So far away (So far away)

Been far away for far too long

But you know

You know, you know

Happy tears sprung to your eyes and you jumped up into Travis’ arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I love you so much, Trav. I would love nothing more than to come home to you,” you whispered, feeling his lips on top of yours once again. You weren’t able to get out any more words before he used his foot to slam the door closed behind him, shuffling over to the couch in the center of the living room. Laying you on the cushions delicately, he wasted no time in looping his thumbs beneath the waistline of your leggings and panties, pulling them down your legs. His chest settled against the fabric of the couch while pushing apart your legs, draping them over his shoulders. His mouth connected with your pussy, dry lips encircling around your clit. He darted his tongue out and flicked your sensitive bud back and forth, groaning at being able to taste you once again. His pointer finger slipped inside your core, your wetness already coating his digit. Soft moans were bubbling through your throat, unable to help the sounds leaving you. No one that you’d been with had ever compared to Travis. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew just what to do to get you going.

Travis curled his finger inside you before slipping a second into your pussy, humming around your clit to send vibrations throughout your body. Your heels dug into his broad shoulders, one hand moving down to rest against the top of his head while the other tangled in your own locks. “Please, baby, I need you,” you whined, not caring what an absolute mess you sounded like right now.

“Patience, baby girl,” he chuckled darkly, flattening his tongue as he slid it between your folds. A gasp parted from you, and your legs fell slack to your sides to give him even more access. He slid his tongue inside your heat, lapping at the juices that were already falling out of your core. Trav’s large palms wrapped around your thighs, digging his thumbs into your fleshy skin. He pulled back breathlessly, placing wet, hot kisses against your inner thighs, leaving marks every few pecks. “You’re mine, baby. Mine,” he growled possessively, licking over the bruises that were already forming on your skin.

“Trav, baby, please. Please give me your cock,” you pleaded, arching your back as you instinctively ground your hips against the air. The lack of heat on your pussy caused you to groan, digging your heels harder into his back. His usual icy blue hues were dark with desire as he met your eyes, and he nodded. Pressing one final kiss against your entrance, he pulled back and stood up, quickly ridding himself of all his clothes. Trav hovered above you, nearly ripping your shirt and bra off your body. His lips wrapped around your left nipple, while his left hand groped your right breast, flicking your nipple back and forth, both with his tongue and nimble fingers. At the same time, he instinctively moved his cock between your slick folds, your juices coating his rock hard cock. It had been far too long since he’d felt your tight, dripping walls clenching around him.

“I love you, Y/N. So fucking much. I’m never gonna let you leave me again,” he promised, his swollen lips moving up to yours. Your lips connected together in a heated, passionate kiss, tongues clashing together messily. Your nails moved to his back, running your nails down his skin. You didn’t care if you marked him up, too thankful and in pure bliss to give a fuck. Plus, you secretly always liked marking him because you knew his teammates would give him shit about it.

Travis bucked his hips down, successfully parting your walls so that his cock could enter your pussy. You both gasped audibly, the sensation being something you both had missed equally. You clung to his body, resting your face in the crook of his neck. Your legs looped around his waist, guiding his lower half closer to yours. You didn’t want any space to separate you, wanting to feel every inch of him. His hair drenched chest pressed against yours, and for what felt like the millionth time in the past day, tears leaked down your cheeks. Only this time, it was happy tears. You finally felt as if you were home.

Neither of you spoke any words, the emotions and physical connection being more than enough to articulate what you both were feeling. You rested your forehead against his, your orbs locking with his blue ones. “Do you want me to cum in you, baby? Have you missed feeling daddy filling you?”

You whimpered and nodded meekly, already feeling your body going limp from all the pleasure that was raking through your body. Travis knew exactly what he was doing by using that god damn nickname reserved for the bedroom, and as much as it infuriated you, it also had you craving him even more. You squeezed your walls around him, pressing your nails into his shoulders as you began to rock your hips against his. Travis began to snap his hips quicker, harder, more sporadically against you, slipping one hand between your bodies so that he could press his thumb against your clit. He rubbed it hard, fast, and with no remorse, guttural moans echoing off the walls from the both of you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, your legs beginning to shake while your toes began to curl.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy,” he encouraged, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He watched as you reached your peak, admired you as your entire body shook while you orgasmed. His praises were being whispered into your ear, telling you what a good girl you had been for him. Moments after your own release, Travis released his hot, white seed into your pussy, growling your name animalistically. He pumped his seed into you, collapsing against your body once you both came down from your highs. Both your bodies were covered with a thin line of sweat, not that either of you had a care in the world right now. As you came to, you took in a deep breath while gazing up at him.

“What, baby?” he whispered, placing a breathy kiss behind your ear.

“I just love you.”

“I love you more, baby girl.”

I wanted

I wanted you to stay

'Cause I needed

I need to hear you say

That I love you (I love you)

I loved you all along

And I forgive you (I forgive you)

For being away for far too long

So keep breathing

'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore

Believe it

Hold on to me, and never let me go

Keep breathing

'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore

Believe it

Hold on to me, never let me go

It had been two months since that night, and you and Travis were back and stronger than ever. You had packed all of your belongings up almost instantly, following Travis back to his… well your house. And you hadn’t looked back since. His family was delighted when they learned you two were back together. You and Trav had made the decision to surprise his parents at his next home game. It had been difficult to keep the secret from Kylie and his mom, but thankfully, you had both been successful.

Donna and Ed had arrived at the game together, and you were already in the booth with Britt and Sterling. The team and their wives and girlfriends were thrilled when Travis had revealed you two were together again, noting that Trav hadn’t been the same since your breakup. The revelation made you sad, but also made you realize that you both completed each other, in a way that nobody else would be able to. When Donna opened the door to the booth and saw you, she instantly shrieked out in happiness. You rushed toward her and gave her a warm hug, both of you sharing tears of joy. “Are you and Trav…?” she asked, trailing off at the end of her comment. You nodded happily, giving her another warm hug as an answer. Ed had the same sentiment, giving you a fatherly hug while noting that he thought Travis had seemed different in the past few days.

While you waited to go down to the field to wish your boyfriend a good game, Donna Facetimed Kylie, who started jumping up and down in delight. “How dare you keep this from me?!” she asked, feigning anger. It was clear to everyone around you that she was joking and couldn’t be happier. You promised her that you and Trav would catch up with her and Jason later that night after the game, which was a promise she made sure you kept by Facetiming you not even five minutes after you and Trav arrived home after the game.

When the fans saw you down on the field awaiting your pregame hug and kiss with Trav, the stadium erupted in applause and excitement, the crowd chanting “Kelce.” It was clear to you that Trav was confused, but as soon as he saw you on the sideline, he realized why the crowd was so pumped. His happiness was radiating off him, and everyone there could tell that he was displaying a happiness he hadn’t yet shown all season. When he came over to you, your arms folded around him. “I love you, baby. Be safe and have a good game,” you whispered against his lips, holding his face with one of your palms for slightly longer than necessary.

“I love you more, baby girl. My good luck charm. My world. My everything. My home.”

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swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual · 5 months ago

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There are a couple of lines in Psychonauts 2 that I think about quite a bit. I’m pretty sure these have already been done but if NOT, then. Uh. Spoilers for Psychonauts 2 I guess?

First off- one of Sam’s lines. There’s actually a lot about Sam that I think could have been put to better use—specifically a conversation about how psychic powers aren’t always controllable, giving parallels between Compton, Dogan, and Maligula and MAYBE Raz. But the line I SPECIFICALLY think about is a joke one.

“And if you use enough syrup, you can’t taste the difference between chicken and snake. Eggs is eggs!”

In Psychonauts, eggs are used as a metaphor for brains. Like, this isn’t some vague thing, it’s extremely front and center. Eggs and brains are directly linked. And, it should be noted, that Sam actually puts an entire nest—INCLUDING BIRD EGGS—in the, uh…. ‘Pancake mix’.

So, snakes and chickens and syrup, right? Chickens, generally used to describe someone who is cowardly or otherwise not the type to actually do anything, syrup being sweet enough to distract from other tastes, and snakes being, well, people who are not trustworthy.

And then there’s Nick Johnsmith, aka Gristol Malik, who is a well liked non psychic that Truman calls a lick spittle—someone who fawns over others easily. In other words, a snake (egg, brain) that acts sweet (and syrupy) enough to seem like a chicken (egg, brain).

Do you see. Do you SEE THE VISION HERE.

Anyways onto phrase 2. Said by Gristol Malik.

“He took a poor, sad, country girl and turned her into a mighty warrior. And I’m going to do it again.”

Now, usual context will say he means he’ll bring Maligula out of Lucy/Nona. I don’t think that’s incorrect, per se.

But one of the things that really, REALLY snapped Lucy/Maligula was the death of Marona, her sister.

And who do we have camping nearby? Why, it’s an entire family. In fact, it’s Raz’s entire family. And at LEAST half of them are psychics.

Gristol already views Raz as a puppet. He only kind of likes him because he’s half Grulovian. And, you know, during the Rhombus of Ruin, Loboto was no longer under Oleander’s employee, so… who wanted Raz’s brain removed? Someone who, oh I don’t know, might have heard about Raz being a powerful psychic that MIGHT have noticed Raz’s rather unique name… or, more specifically, the last name of a circus that performed for the Gzar and his family, famous for water acts. One that, by chance, someone could have known that a Galochio, a family of psychics, recently married into?

And you know, Maligula is older, it’s good to have back-ups, right? I mean, this is the same guy that ACTUALLY pulled one over on an entire spy group of mind readers.

But, hey, maybe it wasn’t a plan to turn Raz into Maligula by killing one or some or all of his family! Raz is kind of pissed right now, and might not snap the way Gristol would want him to. I’m pretty sure murdering, say, Mirtala, his baby sister, might not work in Gristol’s favor when Raz is already against him.

That said… he’s not the only psychic in the Aquato family. And in fact some of those family members aren’t the most on board with the whole… Psychics and Psychonauts business.

Specifically, we have a barely used plot thread including Frazie Aquato and her acceptance of her psychic powers!

I’m sure that, oh say, her little brother dying in the middle of him helping the Psychonauts pick up their messes, when he should have been able to be saved by one of his heroes since he was literally at their headquarters and surrounded by psychic adults, will only have good things happen to the Psychonauts. I’m SO sure that Frazie won’t get extremely pissed at these people her brother looked up to so much. She’ll definitely be understanding and absolutely won’t use what seems to be a family trait of extremely powerful psychic power along with the hydrokinesis in her bloodline. Specifically because she, an acrobat since birth and taught to ignore a lot of the usual fears most people have about safety and the instinct to flee, definitely has a great relationship with her fight or flight mode.

:))))

Anyways I have a lot of thoughts about Psychonauts 2 (I’m not saying I’d do a fix it of some things that bother me, but I do tend to do canon rewrites to smooth out wrinkles as a fun writing exercise/my version of hyperfixation on media and with the time gap between the games there is PLENTY of those in the plot, so uhhhhhhhh) but no one to bother them to, so uhhhhh yeah thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #sam boole #razputin aquato #gristol malik #I have Many Thoughts on what I’d do to smooth between games specifically #or if I was to do my own adaption #I’m not saying the story is bad or anything! it has its flaws but it’s overall pretty good #there’d just a lot of things I’d personally move around #I think the biggest one would be Raz getting hazed #I Hated that scene #and I REALLY don’t like Norma #I’d probably adjust the adult psychonauts a little too #Hollis feels a bit strict against Raz when she seems so lenient to the other interns? idk how to describe it #like I’ve heard before. it made sense that the kids at whispering rock were a little mean but even then they weren’t really that against #Raz overall or anything #but in P2 so many characters just seem so MEAN to him #he just showed up! he literally did nothing but exactly what he was told to do. like. what else was he SUPPOSED to do for some of it?#I don’t even think it was THAT naive to believe that Truman was trusting him. Raz was the only one NOT in the psychonauts officially when #Truman was kidnapped. so like. logically he WAS the person who could be somewhat trusted as an outside source #oh but they thought he was the mole? how. LITERALLY how. even if his family had helped and it was a whole operation. H O W. THEY STILL #S T I L L. would have needed an inside man #ffs #anyways

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hello ! i love your writing<3 could i ask for a chris one where they meet in boston/la after long flights for the both of them after being apart for some weeks ? idk if that makes sense, but ty :)

I changed it a little I hope that’s okay!

reunited

I had spent the past 3 weeks in LA. My best friend had just moved there for a new job and needed help moving in to her apartment and didn’t want to be all alone in a new place until she got settled and familiar with the area. I’m not one to pass up an opportunity to spend 3 weeks in LA with my best friend and not have to pay for a place to stay while I’m there.

The only downside to being here for the past 3 weeks is that my boyfriend Chris is back home in Boston. He was 3 hours ahead on which isn’t crazy but we just kept calling at the wrong times, only able to talk for a few minutes before something came up. It was tough not being able to see or talk to each other every night but we promised to never let distance come in between us. I just miss him. Talking over the phone doesn’t do it justice I want to hear his laugh echo through the room, I want to be able to kiss him not just catching kisses through the phone, I want to see all the details and crinkles on his face as he smiles. His brothers have made sure I was aware of how annoying and mopey he was being since he couldn’t see me. Things just aren’t the same when you’re away from your home.

Which brings me to now. I booked a flight a few days earlier than what I told Chris. I wanted to surprise him. Matt had offered to pick me up from the airport using the excuse that he needed to go to the store for a few things. Throughout the plane ride Chris and I were texting each other. I had booked an early flight so I’d arrive in Boston around 11 in the morning. I had to make my texts to Chris seem like I was still 3 hours behind him, telling him I slept terribly last night and so I’ve been awake and laying in bed since 5am.

No matter how many times I fly I’m still not a fan. When the plane landed I made quick work of grabbing my carry on bags and getting off the plane. After grabbing my luggage I scanned the pick up area, finding Matt sitting in his van. Once he saw me he stepped out of the car and helped put my bags away. The drive was spent catching each other up on how things were going in and anything new.

The drive to their house didn’t take long. Soon enough I was at your bedroom door knocking.

“Come in” you called out.

Opening your door I see you focused on your laptop, working away not noticing I was even there.

“Hi” I whisper, suddenly unsure of what to do or say.

Your head whips up at the sound of my voice, clearly expecting it to be Nick or Matt.

“No way!” You shout, leaping out of the bed and sweeping me off my feet spinning us around in circles.

“I had to come back early, I just couldn’t stand not being able to see you or have a full conversation. I missed you too much” I mumbled into your neck.

“I’m so happy you’re back it felt weird without you around” You say, placing a gentle kiss to the side of my head.

“Reunited and it feels so good” I sing.

“God I missed you this ya goof” you chuckle.

No better feeling than to be back in your arms, no place will ever feel more at home.

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#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #readers pov

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romana-after-dark · 2 years ago

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The Wrong Way: Chapter 7

Dark!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Tommy Miller x reader (secondary)

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Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death, mentions of potential csa/child abuse but does not even come close to happening, forced pregnancy, forced housewife shit, breeding, breeding kink?!?!

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There would be no need for a bath, he had already taken you once today and the two of you had sat in the water until it was room temperature; Joel had even managed to get a scented candle, saying the wife of one of the other raiders, one who didn’t live in the house, made for you when she heard Joel was “seeing” someone. You wondered how much she knew, if she knew you were kidnapped, bought, that Joel had hurt you so severely in the early days, but now your relation had shifted into more of a live-in girlfriend. Either way, it was a kind gesture, and you enjoyed the lavender scent as Joel washed you. You’d been rather lonely since Tommy left last month, but things in the house had shifted once again…

Lorenzo had somehow become your babysitter in place of Tommy, except you were allowed outside of your room now. You’d proven to Joel that although yes, you’d cheated on him, you wouldn’t leave. You managed to convince him it was just once, and although he was not thrilled that Tommy had taken your virginity, he seemed convinced that yes, when you had actually begun showing him affection, Tommy was just your friend. You loved Tommy, you think, but you weren’t lying. He had never touched you sexually after that first day. Joel didn’t need to know about the affection you showed each other…

Still, you wondered why Joel was so willing to leave you alone with Lorenzo for hours on end when he’d already had to deal with Nick and Tommy, but you were grateful. You’d taken to housework to kill time, Lorenzo usually sitting at the kitchen table drinking whatever alcohol he’d gotten his hands on and smoking as you cooked, washed dishes, swept and mopped. Many of the things you used to clean or cook with had to be requested of Joel, almost like a shopping list that depended on what he could find. A bunch of bachelors living together hadn’t proved to have much necessary home items (they didn’t even have flour!) but in time, you’d been able to provide them all with a cleaner living environment and better food. In turn, many of the men were less shitty to you. You think sometimes to that night Joel had left you handcuffed to the table, and you wonder who, of the men who muttered quick words of thanks, would have raped you after Nick… would Jack, who occasionally sat with you when Lorenzo and Joel were both out and made small conversation have hurt you given the chance? Were the men who you had began to take company in the same men who raped and killed? You were sure of it… but how much did it matter? Joel was your primary company, the one you took solace in, the one whose arms you laid in right now, and he had done horror to you… you couldn’t exactly hold the other men to the standard you had held Tommy to.

“Got any plans today while I’m gone, little one?” Joel asked as the water cooled, neither of you wanted to get up yet, not until Joel really had to go.

“It’s nice out, I think I’ll do some laundry” Nice weather was laundry days. Jack had thrown together a washboard of sorts for you when Joel was unable to find anything and you had refused to let him demand one from any of the households of the other men. Jack had worked with his hands pre-outbreak and was able to put something together for you, which you appreciated.

“Lorenzo ain’t give’n yuh no trouble is he? I know he can be a damned asshole sometimes, especially when he’s been drink’n”

When wasn’t he drinking? When wasn’t he an asshole?

Great question. “No, no trouble, thank you for asking.” Lorenzo could be an asshole. He was blunt, and made it very clear a few times how stupid he thinks you are for staying with Joel, for pushing Tommy away, for putting yourself between Tommy and Joel tha night and refusing to kill Tommy, simply banking on the unstable man’s mercy, so on and so on… But you would yell at him to shut up and he would, after a last word or two if he was drunk. You appreciated Joel’s concern, the way he always looked after you… You remember the hurt on his face when he had come back from slaughtering Nick, how sorry he was that you felt like you couldn’t tell him, and of course Tommy had insisted that he made you have sex with him, despite the fact you had begged Tommy… Joel tried so hard to communicate with you now, or at least for you to communicate with him.

“Alright. You’ll-”

“Yes baby” You took Joel’s hand. “I’ll tell you if he so much as looks at me funny”

You could feel the light laughter from the rise and fall of his chest. “Anything you need today? Other than the cocoa powder, I’ll keep looking for that.” It was the last thing you needed before you could make brownies. You knew he’d find it eventually, but it wasn’t a necessity.

“Can you trade for more eggs? Trade, Joel. Trade. Not steal.” You insisted he not take more from people on his lands other than the ‘rent’ for ‘protection’. An older farmer had a chicken coup and that’s where you got your eggs. Joel sighed, but agreed. You pause before asking. “Joel?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” He leaned over to pull the plug on the tub, draining the cool water out.

“Lorenzo said there were a few apple trees a couple miles out… I wanna make a pie for Mrs. LittleHawk, Cash’s wife, as a thank you for the candle, and of course a few for you all.”

Joel mumbled something about not needing to send a thank you, that the women should respect me the way the men respected him, but you thought that was silly. They had no reason to think anything of Joel’s kept woman.

“Please Joel?”

He sighs again. “Fine, only because I ain’t had apple pie for 10 years. I’ll swing by the patch on my way back.”

You turn around in the tub, facing him as your wet hair stuck to your face. You comb his hair back and smile as he leans into your touch ever so slightly. “I was actually hoping… maybe we could take a ride out there? I wanna pick ‘em myself…”

“Baby…” You looked so hopeful, so wide-eyed and innocent. “I got so much shit to do, I ain’t got any time in the day light to take you for a few weeks”

You pout. You know Joel has a hard time saying no when you pout, especially when he’s all lovey-dovey after sex.

One more sigh. He supposed you’d been so good, very well behaved and not an inkling that you wanted to run… he had forgiven you for cheating on him with Tommy, a difficult betrayal to grapple with, but that was just how much he loved you… he supposed there was no reason to not let you go… you knew if you tried anything it’d spell the end for Zach and Tommy. “Are you comfortable going with Lorenzo?”

You light up, peppering kisses all over his face as you thanked him, continuing to tell him how much you appreciated it and how you were gonna make a whole pie, just for him as he dried you off, carrying you back to the bedroom you shared. There was no reason you couldn’t walk, but Joel always carried you, and you always laid your head on his shoulder or kissed his neck as he did. You loved feeling loved, protected, adored.

You watched Joel pull off the towel around his hip and get dressed, and despite being sore from the ravenous fuck this morning, you still felt that pang of desire. He really was so, so handsome; broadest shoulders you’ve ever seen in your life. Joel looked over his shoulder and smirked as you eyed his bare ass before he pulled up the boxers. “Like what you see, little girl?”

You blush and turn away as he chuckles, before going to the closet to pick out an outfit for you. He had been bringing back several dresses, which you thought a bit impractical, but he seemed to enjoy watching you cooking in a dress, walking up and pressing his erection into your ass with your hands in the dish sink. He had absolutely fucked you against the counter before, nearly burning the baked beans in the process and your arm, and you had managed to assert one single boundary during sex; no fucking while you cook.

He pulled out a white dress for you which you put on over your underwear.

“I got a surprise for you.” He says as he finishes dressing, strong muscles flexing with his movements. He gestures for you to sit on the bed, and you are delighted as he picked up his guitar.

You gasp a bit. “You fixed it?”

“Just for you, princesa” Joel smiles. “Now, it’s been a long as time, and my voice ain’t what it used to be-”

“I’ll love it, it’s perfect, no matter what” You assured.

Clearing his throat as he sits on the bed, he tuned up one more time, having fixed it up the other day while she worked on the garden with Lorenzo binge drinking outside. “Alright, well, this is one I still remember all the words and chords to, so here we go.” He looked… nervous. He wanted to please you, make you smile, wanted to make you happy in your life here… and you seemed happier, you really did. He knew you missed that traitor bastard of a brother, but it seemed Lorenzo kept her enough company when Joel was gone.

When the music started, you were immediately entranced. It was melodic and haunting and beautiful all at the same time… and when Joel began singing… you couldn’t help but begin to truly adore him. Nothing he had done to you mattered the moment he sang to you.

“Well I’ve been ‘fraid of change’n cause I built my life around you

Well times makes you bolder, children get older and I’m getting older too

Take my love, take it down… If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills, will the landslide bring me down, oh, the landslide brought it down.”

The cords were a bit clunky, and he mumbled over a few words not seeming to remember exactly what they were, but you loved, you loved it so much you begged him to play again, and again, and again until he said he needed to get going, but you had memorized chunks of the words and the melody, you wanted it to play in your head forever the way Red River Valley did when Zach used to play it.

“I take it yuh liked it?” Joel chuckled as he took the strap off his shoulder.

“It was beautiful, Joel. I loved it. Were you a singer before the outbreak?”

Joel couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “No, not really. I wanted to be though. I used to sing and play for family, few open mic nights” You didn’t know what an open mic night was, but it sounded like a show, and it made you proud that someone who had played at shows played for you.

“For family?” You ask, not thinking, but then immediately regretting it, knowing that this was a sore subject for him.

Instead of getting angry, he looked… sad… He shuffled a bit, getting up to put his shoes on. “Yeah I uh… I had a daughter. I sang to her before bed, she loved that song.”

You knew better than to press the issues, knowing the fact he even mentioned Sarah was him laying an extreme amount of trust on you, and you took this trust seriously.

“Did you write that song?”

He hesitated. “Ummm Yeah, I did. Years ago.”

A few hours and a horse ride later, you were picking apples while Lorenzo smoked and drank against a tree. His cigarette smelled awful so you made him move away from you. You usually didn’t mind the smell, but your nose had been so sensitive lately, and whatever brand he got today smelled like a skunk. You supposed he couldn’t be choosy, but Jesus did he have to drink too? Nonetheless, you were happy today, you really were, happy to get fresh air and sunshine, enjoy the smell of the apples and the trees and the flowers, the warmth on your skin and the breeze through the thin dress. You hummed along to the song Joel had sang you today, gently singing the few words you remembered here and there.

“Oh, hhmhmmhmmm what is love. Can the child hmmm hmmmmmmm rise above, Can I sail hmmmm hmmmm hmmmmmmmmm can I sail through the seasons of my life”

“How the fuck do you know that song?” He slurred, clearly drunk already.

You turn to look at him curiously. “How do you know that song, Renzo?”

He scoffs at you. “Uh, maybe because it’s an incredibly popular song from before?” The sarcasm slurs out of him.

“No it’s not” You chuckle. “It’s Joel’s. He wrote-”

Lorenzo was laughing so hard he fell over. You felt your cheeks burning.

“Why are you laughing!”

He tries to catch his breath as he continues wheezing on the ground, his smokers laugh mixing in with coughs and chokes. “I-I’m sorry” Now, you knew that wasn’t genuine. Lorenzo didn’t apologize. “God DAMN you are way too fucking young for that old bastard” he holds his stomach and hickups as he laughs.

“Don’t call him that!”

“Fucking hell” Lorenzo covers his face, kicking his legs a bit as he mocks you. “He’s got you so fucking brainwashed, I should feel bad for you if this wasn’t so fucking funny!”

You didn’t think it was that funny, but whatever was in that drink must make him a lot gigglier than usual.

You throw an apple at his head.

“Ow!”

“Why are you laughing!”

“This is some really fucking good weed”

You didn’t know what that meant and you didn’t wanna ask.

Lorenzo went on. “That song he sang you is a very very popular song by one of the most famous bands in history, Fleetwood Mac, and it was covered by a popular country band like a year before the world went to shit. Joel absolutely did not write it, and the fact he was, what? 5? When the original song came out and you don't even remember it should disgust him. And Tommy for that matter but you don’t ever fault Tommy for- OW!” Another apple.

It was a while before he spoke again. “You could run for it, you know. This would be a good time, if you can get to the horse before me.” You ignore him, and he mutters that you are a dumb bitch again, lying on the grass with his smelly cigarette.

“And what about you?” You challenge him. “Now would be a great time for you to cope a feel, take advantage of us out here alone like everyone else seems too.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that sweetheart” He giggles, his accent (Boston, he told you a few weeks ago), even thicker with the alcohol, making him a little hard to understand when he drinks. “You aren’t my type”

“Oh?” You ask, not believing him. It’s not that you thought yourself anything special, but you also knew with men, it wasn’t your looks they were after, just what was between your legs, and most of the men you had met, save for Zach, Tommy and Lorenzo, seemed eager to get there. “Then what’s your type?” Your laundry basket full of apples perched on your cocked hip, you challenged him.

You did not expect him to answer “You’re brother”

The basket of apples`drop to the ground. “What?”

Another burst of giggles. “Oh come ON! You got Stockholm syndrome but being gay is where you draw the morality line?”

“No! No it’s not that… well, I guess I’ve never met… and you still see Zach? How is is he-”

“Slow down there, sweetheart” The drunkenly thick accent making it sound more like sweethaht. “First of all you have obviously met a ho-mo-sexual” he drew out the word teasingly. “‘Cause your brother is one. Secondly, he’s doing good.”

He ended oddly sincere.

You had so many questions, but mostly you were thankful Joel didn’t go back on his word and kill Zach for trying to take you. “Did you… is that why you helped him try to rescue me?”

“Nah” A little wave of his hand and a sleepy chuckle. “He did pay me, but we hit it off. Don’t think too hahd ‘bout it, we ain’t elope’n or nothi’n”

“Well… can you tell him I said hi, and… I miss him?”

“Yeah, yeah I will. C’mon, let’s get going” Lorenzo wobbles as he stands up, falling over a few times getting to the horse. As he tries to mount, he’s halfway on the saddle before falling off with a harsh ‘OOF’

“Lorenzo!” You set down your basket of apples you had to regather, and hurry over to where he lay. The wind was knocked out of him but he was breathing, to your relief. “C’mon, let's go.” You try to pull him up, but he just laid there, groaning and dizzy as his world spinned.

“This is the perfect oppretunity to go, why don’t you just fucking leave, dumbass”

You growl a bit as you try to get him going, successfully pulling him to sit up at least. “I’m not having this discussion.”

“You’re little hero left you, there’s nothing here for you except this delusional little white-picket fence life you are playing with.”

“If I leave, you are dead! Joel will kill you! You ridicule me for not having common sense but if I leave you’ll end up like that rotting body outside the house as will Zach and Tommy!” You push him back down, but he sits up quickly grabbing your shoulder. “Let go!”

“Don’t pretend like you are doing this for me, kid, when you know damn well you’ve gone and fallen in love with the same asshole who raped and abused you!-”

“You don’t know anything about us, or about him!” You scream, trying to pull away.

“You think I ain’t seen that fucki’n brand on your thigh when Joel dresses you up like a doll in those short little dresses?” His voice raises.

“Let! Go!”

Lorenzo’s hand goes to your skirt. “Look what he fuck’n did to you!”

The slap you delivered across his face was so hard it stung your hand, his lips bled a bit as you fell back in shock and he laid back down on the grass.

The two of you laid there in silence on the ground for a while, panting. You hadn’t reacted like that since Joel first took you, and even then you never slapped him.

It was Lorenzo that spoke first. “What are you gonna do when the baby comes?”

There was a pause as your ears rang, blood draining from your face, you felt hot as your heart rate picked up. “What?”

“I had all my sisters, 6 of them. Was married too, not that anyone ever asks. I know when you’re on your period, even though I try not to. It ain't come yet” You had no way of keeping track of dates… it came when it came and all the days had begun to blur…

“No… no he always pulls out…”

“Well so did my sisters boyfriend but she still got knocked up at 14, was puking every morning like you. You’re about 3 weeks late.”

No, no this can’t be happening… Your hand flies to your stomach. “No, I had… I had a stomach bug…”

“Whatever you say.” He looked like he was about to fall asleep.

God no, you can’t bring a child into this world… How is Joel gonna react? Fuck, fuck, fuck! “Get up!” You scream at Lorenzo, standing up and forcing him on his feet. “Get on the fucking horse and get us home!”

He begins to climb up. “So fucking-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, so fucking stupid” You grumble, and sit behind him to keep him from falling over as he takes you home.

You’re pacing the floor when Joel comes home, and immediately clocks something is wrong, dropping the bag he brought. “What did he do?” His face is stone cold, pulling out his gun.

You knew he meant Lorenzo, and as much as he got on your fucking nerves, you didn’t want him dead. “No he’s fine, it’s not him, it’s just… Joel I gotta tell you something, and I don’t know how you’re gonna react…”

Joel softened. He knew… he knew his reactions are why you didn’t tell him about Nick, and if something was wrong he wanted you to be able to tell him. “It’s okay, you can tell me little one, we’ll figure it out together.”

Tears fill your eyes, and as the sobs start, Joel takes you into his arms. “J-Joel… I-I-I’m pregnant.”

He freezes, unmoving and you cannot tell what he is thinking. He’s gonna be mad, he’s gonna be so fucking mad at you, he’s gonna beat the shit out of you until you miscarry, or he’s going to kill you! He only just mentioned his daughter to you today, this is going to tear up open wounds… what if he thinks it’s Tommy’s baby? You didn’t want this, you didn’t want this at all, how could you bring a child into your situation?

“This is amazing…” He whispers.

“W-what?” How could this be amazing?

Joel pulls back to look at you. “This is amazing, you are amazing…” wonder is in his eyes, but you shake your head slowly.

“No… no Joel we can’t do this, we can’t raise a child”

“Of course we can.” His voice was so soft, so assured… “We absolutely can, I’ve done it before.”

“When the world hadn’t gone to shit!” tears were still in your eyes, occasionally spilling over.

His grip got just the tiniest bit tighter… “You don’t think I’d be a good dad?”

You knew a warning when you saw one. “No, no that's not it!” You were quick to deny the accusation. “It’s just… this world, there's constant danger-”

Joel cuts you off with a kiss, his grip tight as he begins to kiss your neck. “I protect you, don’t I?”

“Yes, Joel, but there's so much going on, I can’t-”

Another kiss. “Yes you can.”

“No, no I can’t. Please, Joel, I know you know people, doctors… can’t you find someone, someone too… to take care of-”

Another kiss. “Of course I can, I’ll find the best doctor around, you’ll have everything you need.”

“No, not a pregnancy doctor, Joel I want to end-”

His grip on your shoulder was harsh, uncomfortable, but not necessarily painful… he was playing nice, nicer with you than he usually did when he perceived a wrongdoing. “You wanna abort my baby?”

The tears flowed freely as you began to plead with him. “I can’t do this Joel, I’m fucking scared, somethings gonna go wrong I just know-”

A final, searing kiss. “We’re gonna be parents, okay? A happy little family.” There was no room for question, no room to argue, no room to ask as he kissed you, his grip softening as you didn’t protest; your reward. I won’t hurt you today, but remember, your body is still mine. All this freedom, but you still belong to me.

He kissed you onto the bed, dressing you down and into a nightgown, his hand constantly rubbing your stomach, caressing it, adorning it in affection with the same hand that nearly brought you to death multiple times… but he was so gentle, wasn’t he? So gentle when he wanted to be… And he had been different, he’d been better, Joel had been so soft, even in sex. None of the ways he would in sex, even accidentally. And he agreed not to come onto you while you cooked, you had successfully been able to say no to sex… that was an improvement, a vast improvement… yeah, maybe you could do this.

When Joel fucked you that night… you felt like you could call it making love.. He was so tender, it was surreal. As he strummed his guitar lazily for you you felt your stomach. Logically, you knew there was hardly anything there, but you felt it… you felt that little baby in you… barely a twinkle. Joel would keep you safe, Joel would keep the baby safe, everything would be fine… As Joel played the song from this morning again, you didn’t bring up what Lorenzo said. Joel was the one singing it to you, so it was his song…

You rested on his lap. “Do you know Red River Valley?” You ask, looking up at him as he clumsily strummed his guitar.

“Yeah a little, it’s a pretty popular western song. You like that one?”

“Yeah, my… my brother played it.” Shit.. you froze again. Would that upset him? There was an unspoken rule not to talk about your life before him…

“Ah, well, I think I can get the chords out, dunno the lyrics though.” He began to plunk around to get the tune, teasing the chords out of the 6-string.

“I know the lyrics.”

You watch him smile softly at you, eyes sparkling as he brushes the side of your face with the back of his hand. So gentle, so tender… “Sing away then, pretty one, I’ll match your speed.”

And you did. You sang all the verses you knew while Joel strummed along, carefully to your pace. You weren't a great singer, but it brought you comfort… You were scared, so scared, but it would be alright, wouldn’t it? The tears rolled down your cheeks, and you smiled at Joel so he would think they were tears of Joy.

“From this valley they say you are going

I will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile

For they say you are taking the sunshine

That has brightened our path for a while”

“Come and sit by my side if you love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

But remember the Red River Valley

And the cowboy who loved you so true”

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Okay so i know this is a boring chapter but i was looking at the initial pacing of the chapter timeline and i didnt like it, it felt rushed but now i fel like this chapter makes it too drawn out??? But here we are

I knowthis focuses more on Lorenzo and Little one but I thought it was fun at least. plus, baby?!?!?!?!

If you had theories on how this ends, or where its going, does baby and joels reaction to baby change it? lets here it!

New header, pictures of LO tied up are replaced with pictures of her as a "little house wife" as Lorenzo says. and of course, Tommy is gone, replaced with Lorenzo;-;

Since the last poll was SO FUN lets do another!!!!

As always, thank you sooooo much for comments and comment reblogs and asks!!! it makes me sooooo happy to see how engaged people are with the story!!! makes me really happy and keeps me writing.

Im tryna work on dark!nathan bateman but joel distracts me!

Also I really need to work on my normal non dark frankie series on my main XD

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