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[cloudberrylane]

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[killerlookz]

Have You Seen Her Lately? | Joost Klein - Heartbeat! AU

yet another prequel in the heartbeat! au, meant to take place a few days after it can't be that easy (should be read after that part!)

description: joost klein x f! reader- after a messy drunk encounter with Joost and his new girlfriend has left you more heartbroken than you thought was ever possible, a spontaneous text from Joost has you wondering if anything will ever truly be over between you two. | inspired by have you seen her lately by pulp (aka the greatest song of all time i swear)

content: 18+ sexual content, dry humping, angst, hurt/some comfort, cheating, toxic relationship, honestly both reader and joost are kind of the worst in this one (which is why they're made for each other), not proofread

THIS FIC CONTAINS RPF AND HAS BEEN TAGGED AS SUCH, IF YOU ARE HERE YOU SEARCHED FOR IT!

word count: ~7.5k

"So you didn't…" Julie trails off, settling into the back of your sofa, raising an eyebrow as she lifts a flute of cheap Prosecco to her lips.

"Didn't?" You furrow your eyebrows, cocking your head, "Oh god, have sex? No we didn't!"

"Good." She smacks her lips, nodding as swallows down the bubbly liquid. "Did you want to?"

"I don't know…" you think, trying to recall that treacherous night, "I guess I did."

"Wrong answer." Julie shakes her head in clear disappointment.

"Well, I didn't really… I don't know, I was drunk, with a sprained ankle, I don't think it would have been enjoyable anyways."

"Well." Julie pauses, "Even if he didn't try to sleep with you, he's still a dog. I mean, brings his new girlfriend around you and sprains your ankle in the same night, what an asshole!"

"I mean, I guess the ankle thing is sorta both our faults"

"Uh uh" Julie takes another sip from the nearly empty glass, "Nothing is ever your fault, babe. Learn to blame everything on Joost, trust, you'll get over him like that!" She snaps her fingers.

"Well the girlfriend thing is definitely his fault." You concede.

"Did he tell you anything about her?" She perks up, suddenly interested in the potential gossip, "Have you found her instagram? Can I see it? I bet its awful!"

"It didn't come up." You shrug, "I guess your new girlfriend isn't really polite conversation when your ex girlfriend is sitting in your lap."

"I guess not." Julie places the now empty glass onto your coffee table, "Well, now that you got whatever that was out of your system… things really are done right… like really?" Her stare is intense as she asks. You feel almost as if you're on trial, the prosecutor grilling into you, and your life is on the line.

Wow it is not that serious. You try to tell yourself, but you value Julie's opinion, and above all you're embarrassed. The shame eating away at you about how easy it was to fall right back in Joost's arms even after you ended things. Pathetic wasn't a strong enough word for how you felt.

"Right right." You nod fervently, unsure of who you're trying to convince more, her or yourself. "I didn't even mean for whatever that was to happen, just drunk and stupid. It's over."

"Thank god! I mean I love Joost like a brother but…" She rolls her eyes, "I just- I can't! I can't with him right now."

You take a hard look at Julie, noting the lines in her forehead as her eyebrows furrow, the scowl on her face, she really is mad at him, he didn't even do anything to her, why aren't you mad like that? Why can't you be mad like that?

"And you!" Her face softens, "I love you! I love you way more, but please, please promise me you won't entertain this anymore."

"I promise." Your stomach churns as a sheepish grin twits its way onto your lips. You feel as if you've just made a deal with the devil, a promise you can never take back. Betraying your best friend for a boy? That's low.

"Good." Julie pauses to look down at her phone, "Oh well shit!" She sits stiff, straight up, "Didn't notice the time, fuck, I was supposed to meet Anton, for dinner tonight. He said it's important!" She sighs, "I gotta motor, are you gonna be okay, girl? I'm sure he'd understand if I cancel-"

"No, no." You shake your head, "Go! Have fun." You attempt to keep the smile on your face, like it doesn't kill you to know she'll be off having the time of her life with the love of her life, while you're stuck here, heartbreak making you an immovable object on this couch.

That was what frustrated you anyways about your conversations with Julie about your relationship predicament. Her and Anton had been together since they were 15. When she had told you as much the first time you met him you almost couldn't believe it. It all sounded so absurd, being together, with someone, for seven years? Let alone someone you met as a teenager. You could only wish for as much for yourself.

"Ugh, you're the best!" Julie hops off the couch, shimmying over to you, "Remember, Do not text him!"

"I won't." You shake your head, "Swear!" You were only digging yourself deeper.

"Good, Okay I really gotta run, love you!" Julie bends down to place a quick, entirely platonic kiss to your cheek before scurrying out of your apartment before you can even get a word in.

You watch as the apartment door slams shut, leaving you once again in your solitude, the bars on your self inflicted prison cell locked once more.

You should go out. Put on a skimpy little outfit and get free drinks at the bar all night. Go home with an absolute dime piece and try your best to forget about Joost for tonight.

It's tempting, but you know it won't work. You'll try to find him in every man you meet, becoming so frustrated with conversation you can barely listen when they aren't just like him

Part of you had hoped that that night, just a few days ago, when Joost had taken you home upon deciding you were too drunk to be by yourself, you'd be able to remedy the terrible mistake you had made by ever breaking things off with Joost. Of course things were far far from perfect when you were together, but that night, sitting on his lap while you sobbed into his shoulder, even as miserable as you were it was so much more bearable when he was around.

You weren't quite happy either way, what was the point of being unhappy and alone?

Of course, you knew deep down you couldn't go back, couldn't un-break what you had broken. Nothing had been resolved that night. Joost had been kind enough to lay in bed with you until you fell back asleep, a gentle hand on your back was all. You didn't know how long he had really stayed with you that night, but you were certain that he had gone back to the couch almost as soon as you had fallen asleep, as you awoke to an empty bed. A familiar sight these days.

Joost had retained his offer of taking you to urgent care the morning after to get your ankle checked, but you knew a sprain when you felt one- the nausea bubbling in your stomach only added to the agony, not wanting Joost to see you an an even worse state than the one you had been in last night, you just wanted to flee his apartment as fast as you possibly could.

Joost didn't even try to push to get you to stay, or at the very least get your ankle checked, he had just accepted that you wanted to leave with a smile, hugging you goodbye like you were just one of his "boys" complete with a firm tap to your back, it had been nothing like you were used to. "Stay well, okay?" He said as you had exited the building, ready to limp down to the uber that had been waiting outside for you.

Much to your dismay it seemed he was not in the mood for remedying things as you were, he had just been being nice.

You look over at your phone, facing up on the coffee table, uncomfortably void of notifications.

You contemplate picking it up, just getting it over with, texting Joost- what was the worst that could happen? He doesn't respond? It isn't like you aren't already certain you won't be seeing him again.

The temptation looms over you, putting you in a hypnotic state, weak to any form of suggestion. You feel your body slowly pulling forward, like you have no control of yourself, at the mercy of your desperation.

Just as your hand begins to raise, you catch yourself, blinking a few times, what are you crazy?

Stiff, you fall against the back of your couch, and sigh of exasperation leaving your lips. You supposed it was probably another night of takeout and doomscrolling, truly a match made in heaven. Or, more likely hell.

You stare at your phone for a few moments longer, unmoving, unsure of how many more nights like this you could take before you truly went insane.

So lost in your own self pity it almost startles you, even in the warm orange light that bathes your apartment in the final moments of sunlight of the day, the way your phone suddenly glows. It's not something you're used to, having almost entirely shut yourself in since your breakup with Joost.

You sit up, and you can't help but to feel a deep sense of embarrassment at how excited a small little notification has you. It used to be that a day couldn't go by where you didn't feel like you had a million plans, every waking second consumed by the presence of your friends. Now here you were, unable to contain your excitement over one measly notification as you lunge forward to grab your phone. Knowing full well it could be nothing.

But it wasn't nothing.

Nowhere close.

The capital letters of the contact name scream at you: DO NOT TEXT!!!!

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Joost.

Unable to see the message until you unlock your phone, your heart races, anticipation coursing through your veins, nerves trembling as you hold your phone in your shaky hands. What could he possibly want? It feels as if your stomach has fallen straight out of you, the sharp pangs of anxiety making you feel somehow both hollow and heavy.

You tuck your bottom lip behind your front teeth. The floorboards creek beneath you with each rapid tap of your foot.

-hoi! just checking to make sure ur ankle is all guud :)

How endearingly informal. Although you would have much preferred a long, drawn out confession about him still being in love with you, how he will never get over you, begging you to give him a second chance. But you guess you'll take whatever you can get.

Your fingers are almost too fast for your brain, racing to give Joost a response while he's most likely still on the phone.

better! thanks for ask- You can only get so far before you remember your promise to Julie. Not even an hour ago swearing that you and Joost were over, and that you most certainly would not text him. That was much easier said than done when you were under the impression he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you.

You're back to staring at your phone, unsure of your next move. Are you really ready to cut things off completely? To never see him again.

But then again do you have to be ready? How often are you truly ready for things before you do them. Almost never, you suppose, but its probably high time that things end here, before they become an even bigger disaster than they already were.

Well, that's no fun.

better! thanks for asking, can finally walk on it now.

You wait eagerly for a response, hoping the adrenaline of purely just getting to talk to Joost is enough to ward of the impending feeling of regret and shame that will inevitably come with not only lying to your best friend, but not even pretending you had the strength to cut Joost off in the first place.

-good :) sorry abt that again

A moment later, another text

-BTW was supposed to get drinks w bruno tn at that bar by ur place, but he cancelled last min, im near u wanna do smthn tn?

A tempting offer.

Your chest thumps, as you anxiously hover your thumbs over the screen, spinning them in small circles as you search for the right words to say. You know you shouldn't. You really, really shouldn't.

But how could you not?

You try your best to seem nonchalant, attempting to not give away the fact that this is really all you had been hoping for the last few days.

do what?

-im almost at the bar now. u wanna come around?

Alcohol and Joost were never a great mix, but you just could not turn him down, despite the glaring alarm bells going off in your head.

sure. can be there round 8, that work?

-perfect :)

***

You aren't as nervous as you expect to be as you approach the bar, perfectly primed for the occasion by having finished off the bottle of Prosecco Julie had brought over earlier while you touched up your makeup.

The building is dark, still early in the night there are people scattered here and there but not a big crowd. Evidently it isn't hard to find Joost, you could spot that mop of blonde hair from a mile away. He's alone, leaned up against the bar, pint glass fit snuggly in his hand, scanning the place, in search of you, you suppose.

Staring straight in his direction it doesn't take long for his eyes to meet yours. A soft smile appearing on his face once his gaze locks onto you, his free hand lifting up to wave you over. You return a polite smile, unsure of what Joost's true motives were behind inviting you out, that polite smile is all you can muster for now.

"Long time no see." The smile lingers on Joost's face as he greets you.

"Well if a week is a long time…"

"Too long to go without seeing you." He chuckles, its sweet, and you can't help but wonder if he's already wasted or if he's really attempting to flirt with you. The smile on his face turns sheepish, and suddenly he's the shy boy he once was when you first met him- taking you back to better times. It somehow quells your nerves, this doesn't need to be as awkward as you have the tendency to make things.

"Did your hair somehow get longer since the last time I saw you?" You reach a hand up to brush the messy strands of blonde out of his face, immediately going for some form of physical contact to put out some feelers for how tonight might go. When Joost doesn't move away you're certain you can put the moves on a little harder, maybe your dreams of somehow reconciling were not so far out of reach.

Its a move you've done time and time again, you almost forget how intimate it is, staring deep into Joost's eyes, strikingly blue, impossible to not be mesmerized by. Seemingly caught off-guard by how attractive you find Joost to be, despite your knowledge on the intricacies of his appearances, you resist the urge to let an I love you roll off the tongue, just as it had so casually many times before as your fingers brush against his blonde locks.

"I know I know," He laughs, "I need a haircut."

"No," You shake your head, "The messy hair suits you." You finally let your hand rest back down at your side.

"Well how can I ever cut my hair now?"

*** It somehow felt as if you and Joost were complete strangers, having a drunken meet-cute as you get to know each other for the very first time, yet simultaneously the night was drenched in nostalgia, the bittersweet of better days looming over each of you. Everything and nothing had changed, attempting to reconcile the breakup of a whirlwind relationship with the niceties of tonight seemed impossible.

There was some trepidation about what was to come next, yet there seemed to be somewhat of an understanding between the two of you about how this night would end. Joost's eyes constantly straying from your gaze to stare at your lips as you talked, you throwing your head back and laughing a little too hard at things that weren't really all that funny, your hands occasionally brushing over his shoulder or outer arm.

It hardly startled you when Joost, who had approached you from behind after returning from the bar, leaned over, his lips dangerously close to your neck as he talked in your ear to be heard over the chatter and music of the now crowded venue,

"How bout I finish this and we head home, hm?" His voice is low, not loud enough to hurt your ears from his proximity to you. His breath tickles your neck, causing you to shiver slightly, goosebumps forming on your skin. Head home.

"Mmm" You hum, pursing your lips, "Yeah sure," You turn your head, a slight smirk tugging at your lips, as you look behind you, Joost still very much intruding on your personal space. Of course, you don't mind much.

You've never quite seen someone finish a beer so fast in your life, but by now the tension of the night is wearing heavy on the both of you and you're racing to get back to your apartment so you can finally break it.

"Shit." Your keys fall from a shaky hand as you attempt to open your front door. The intoxication and anticipation clearly making a mess of your motor skills. They hit the ground with an irritating sharp jingle, and you lean over to pick them up, accidentally bumping Joost who stands behind you as you bend down.

"Wo-hoa save that for inside," He chuckles,

"Oh shut up." You scoff, but its all very lighthearted, and a much needed confirmation of what was to come.

Finally, you manage to shove your keys into the lock, nearly falling into your apartment as you open the door.

Joost follows closely behind, closing the door behind him with a thud.

"So…" He starts, suddenly freezing up like you hadn't done this a million times before, his eyes shifting around the apartment.

"So what, turning shy on me now?" You bite the inside of your cheeks as you attempt to meet his shifting gaze, was he having second thoughts.

"N-no I- no I just haven't been here in awhile," He blinks a few times, clearly trying to push away whatever it was that he was feeling.

"Oh," You furrow your eyebrows, looking down at the floor, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Sorry," He chuckles, "Did I kill the mood?"

A smirk suddenly appearing on your face as you look back up at Joost,

"Not at all."

"Good," He smiles back, finally stepping fully into the apartment, "Where were we…"

"I think…" You start, cheeks getting hot, thinking about what was to come, you can hardly make eye contact with Joost now, maybe you were the one getting shy.

Too lost in your brief fantasies about where things would go next, you'd hardly realized how close Joost had gotten to you, too fingers pressing under your chin, beckoning you to look up at him.

"Here?" He asks, hovering over you, his lips just barely about to graze yours.

"Yes here."

It isn't long before he's kissing you, really kissing you, not those short, pity shoulder kisses he had been giving you as you cried to him the other night. This was deep, hot, romantic even? Any moment now you were certain you'd be waking up, that this was nothing but a dream to be ripped away from you right as you got to the best part.

But it continued, low hums of content vibrate through the kiss. You can't get enough, lifting yourself up on your tip-toes to shove yourself further into the kiss, feeling your movements beginning to get sloppy as the two of you are finally overcome with pure, carnal desire.

Your legs wobble from your position on your toes, and Joost's hands come to your back to keep you stable. His touch so familiar, his hands knowing your flesh even better than you knew yourself.

"I've got you." He mumbles.

You were so easy, three simple words of reassurance driving you insane. But as strong as his grip on you is, your calves strain trying to keep to his height, and you're more than certain this position isn't great for him either.

You pull away, "Couch?" Voice slightly horse.

Joost leans back, and you finally plant your heels on the floor,

"Ja, ja, lets."

Your fingers graze Joost's tattooed knuckles, intertwining with his, tugging harshly as you rush to pull him over to the couch, eager to get your lips back on his.

"H-hey, I'm not going anywhere" He laughs.

"Am I moving too fast?" You stop dead in your tracks, worrying you're taking things too far too quickly.

"We'll move as fast as you want," An earnest smile on Joost's face as he closes the arm length distance between the two of you, your fingers still interlocked with his.

"Like the sound of that." Your voice barely a mumble.

You're nearly pushing Joost onto the couch, but he seems just as, if not more eager than you as he grabs you by your wrists, pulling you down to sit on his lap. The fabric of his jeans is rough beneath your skin, your skirt rolling up as you straddle Joost's waist, exposing bare thighs. Joost wastes no time getting his hands on you, his fingers trailing up the flesh now visible by your bunched up skirt. It's hard not to let out an immediate moan as the pads of Joost's fingers dig into the supple skin of your thighs, its been so long since you've been touched at all, much less touched like this.

You feel your muscles tense, flexing as you push yourself forward into Joost, almost involuntarily, your most primal urges taking control of you in order to get exactly what you want. You place a hand on Joost's chest, stabilizing yourself as you lean forward to let your lips meet his once again.

Joost's hands leave your thighs, now firmly placed around your waist, holding you to him, any movement of your hips at mercy to his grasp. You waste no time with polite pecks to Joost's lips, instead, immediately resuming to hot, wet, open mouth kisses.

It feels lethally hot in your small living room, and you almost can't wait to shed some of your clothes off. Of course, however, the anticipation of good sex was almost as enjoyable as the real thing and it was not worth rushing the passion of a moment like this.

You arch your back, digging your hips into Joost's, feeling the large metallic buckle on his belt dig into your lower stomach. You gasp slightly, savoring the friction from the rough seam of his jeans below the thin lace of your panties. You let your hand trail from Joost's chest to the back of his neck, pressing your palm into him as you do so, to really feel him under you. You wrap your other arm around his neck so you can fully embrace him, wanting to close every gap between the two of you.

As Joost's palms dig into your sides he drags your hips backwards, once again making you aware of the friction you so desperately need. By now it's obvious that Joost is growing hard beneath you, the already sturdy fabric of his jeans growing stiffer as he once again guides your hips forward.

"Don't be shy," Joost mumbles, tilting his head back ever so slightly to pull back from the kiss so he can get a word in, "Move those hips."

Which is what you would do if it wasn't for the sound of Joost's ringtone suddenly interrupting the moment. You sit up, Joost's grip on you suddenly becoming weak, and then non existent as he awkwardly shuffles with you still on top of him to take his phone from his back pocket.

You watch Joost's face, you ponder if he was really going to take a call at a time like this,

"Shit, shit. I'm sorry," He fumbles with the phone in his hands, his face twitches once the screen glows in his face, eyelids blinking rapidly, "Sorry," He chuckles, before a sigh falls from his lips as he quickly silences his phone, placing it face down on the couch.

"No its-" You cut yourself off, eyes trailing over to where he had put his phone down before whipping your head back to look at him, "Was that important? Who was it?"

"No, nothing. Don't worry about it, pretty, come here." A smirk pressed to his lips as his hands find their way back to your hips, ready to return back to your previous activities.

You let the slight interruption go, just as eager to move things along that you don't care to press about his social life.

You don't meet Joost's lips this time as you lean forward, instead pressing languid kisses to his jaw. Theres a slight stubble on his chin, tickling you as you nuzzle against him.

You continue your kisses, egged on by Joost's heavy breathing, the way his chest rises and falls below you mixed with the sparse groans you illicit from him as you lick over the right spots. Joost seems almost desperate to feel you against him once more, strong hands nearly forcing you back against the bulge in his jeans. Of course you can't complain, the now slick fabric of your panties separating him from your clit so flimsy you're sure you're getting much more pleasure from this than he possibly could be.

"God," You groan, rocking forward, your fingers gripping at the hair that falls at the back of his neck. You dip lower, your tongue licking a stripe up the throbbing artery in his neck, tasting his skin. You attach your lips to the pulse point, placing a small kiss to his flesh before opening your mouth wider, a sloppier kiss now before pressing your teeth to the fluttering vein, hollowing your cheeks to suck at the skin.

You feel Joost's hands suddenly grip into your arms, firm, pushing back, practically ripping you from your spot against him,

"Woah, kijk uit," (watch it) He attempts to laugh but there's a genuine concern in his voice.

Your eyes widen, like a deer in headlights what did you do?

"Huh," You breathe out, clearly bewildered, your eyes roam his figure, what did you do? You think for a moment, as Joost's hands finally loosen on you, dropping to his sides,

"I'm sorry- just,-"

"Oh my god," You feel your heart drop down to your stomach, any arousal immediately leaving your body, he was worried you'd leave a mark, "It was her that called wasn't it?" Accusation rich in your voice as you stare deep into his eyes.

"What?" Joost furrows his eyebrow, his voice stepping up a few pitches, you can't tell if he's genuinely confused or if he's attempting to feign innocence.

"Your girlfriend, you dog!" You climb off of Joost, your backside hitting the couch much harder than you had intended. It was funny, Lina hadn't even crossed your mind, Joost had been putting on the moves almost the second you two locked eyes tonight, perhaps you figured that sometime between now and the last time you saw him they had broken up.

As horribly as you had wanted him, you never really meant any of that stuff you had said to Julie the other night about wanting to homewreck a relationship. It wasn't fair, as much resentment as you held towards Lina, you don't think you could really go through with this knowing there was another girl in the picture. All you could think, what if Joost had done that to you?

"Was it?!" You ask again, harsher now, practically begging for the confirmation.

Joost can hardly make eye contact with you now, barely raising his head, refusing to meet your gaze.

"Yeah- I-"

"You what, Joost? At what point were you going to tell me that you were using me to cheat on your girlfriend?" Any intimacy that had preceded this moment was lost, it all feeling like a complete lie now. Here you were thinking that perhaps this was finally a chance for you to right your wrongs, to make things work with Joost- when apparently he was searching for nothing of the sort.

"Using? I wasn't- I thought you knew?" He seems just as confused as you are, like you should just find this no big deal, "I thought you wanted this?" And the thing is, he's right, you wanted this. Maybe it was your bad for assuming that by attempting to hook up with you Joost was confirming that what he had with Lina was over. How could you have known?

"Being the other woman, is not what I wanted." You cross your arms, and bring your knees to your chest, wanting to just curl up and die right here on the couch.

"It that what you think you'll be?" Joost asks, the confusion draining from his voice, truly just asking now.

"What else do you call the woman you hook up with outside your relationship?" You turn to face away from Joost, closing yourself off from him.

"You're not- fuck" You can't see his body language as you stare at the wall now, your mind reeling, just trying to process all of this- any hope of you and Joost getting better now completely ripped from you, but you can hear the nerves in his voice, unable to tell if they're coming from genuine regret or solely because he got caught.

You bite your lip, tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over your waterline, eyelids fluttering rapidly to try to suppress the small droplets from cascading down your face.

"I just- I thought-" You inhale, feeling yourself about to cry, exhale, "I thought you wanted to see me because you missed me."

"Please-" He pauses, voice strained, "I didn't mean to mislead you, you saw us together."

"God, Joost, why would I have assumed you two were still together after you kissed me." It seemed so simple to you, "Why would I have ever assumed you to be some sort of cheater?"

The room is silent for a moment, save from you sniffling, still attempting to stifle a sob, not ready to cry in front of Joost again.

"I just, I guess, didn't expect you to think anything highly of me." You hear him breathe in deeply, "Het spijt me, you seemed so upset the other night because of me, so I just, I wanted to make you feel better."

You blink a few times, still refusing to turn your heard towards Joost, you can't believe the words coming out of his mouth.

"By making me a one-night stand?" You furrow your eyebrows, voice becoming accusatory.

"No- god, nonono, I wasn't even planning on that, I just wanted to catch up, but then, you seemed like you wanted to… so then I wanted to… and I wasn't even thinking I just, I let it happen." Joost's words are rushed, jumbled, like each syllable, each sound is racing out of his mouth.

"That's the problem," You huff, "Isn't it, Joost, you don't think."

"I just never know what you want." He stops for a moment, "I mean- I think I know and I do it, and I am always wrong."

"So this is my fault…" You trail off, confused at what he's attempting to get at, "You thought I wanted you to cheat on Lina with me? That's why you did it. Thought I'd get some satisfaction from that?"

"This wasn't about her, it was for you, I wanted to see you. I didn't leave my apartment with the intent to do that tonight, but what I told you was true, Bruno cancelled, when I realized I was in the area, I had to at least try to see you."

"But it is about her Joost, you cheated, you were going to cheat, it was so easy for you, and I just can't stop thinking, what if you had did it to me?" A tear finally rolls down you cheek, unable to convince yourself any longer of Joost's presumed innocence. Had Joost ever "not thought" when it had come to you? Just let it slip his mind that he had someone waiting up for him, and got into bed with another woman.

"No, don't say that," He sounds defeated now, "I couldn't do that to you, I thought I was going to marry you, how could I do that to you?"

"But you could do this." You try to maintain your demeanor, not wanting to give into Joost's words of reassurance, giving into the cycle that had ruined your relationship to begin with, perhaps there really was no saving it now. But it's hard not to fold, to be reminded of how much you meant, or do mean to him.

"I swear-" He pleads, "I'll call her, I'll break it off, please if it just gets you to look at me."

You sigh, biting the inside of your cheek.

"No," you let your head hang, "No, no don't do that right now." You shake your head, unsure of where to go from here. You slowly uncross your arms, and finally turn to look at Joost, who seems visibly shaken, his chin quivers slightly, eyes blinking rapidly. He really did seem torn up about this.

You stare at each other in silence for a few moments, both of you hesitant to make the first move. You take in his appearance, timid, distraught, hardly the careless heartbreaker you had been making him out to be. Perhaps you had been wrong too, too quick to anger, too quick to conclusions, you're left stumped, trying to figure out what to make of all this, what to make of each other.

"Will this ever stop?" Your voice wavers, worried about the future for the two of you, worried that the only way to stop the arguing and toxicity between you is to never see each other again. No matter how hard each of you tried, it never seemed to work, your emotions too deep, too intense to ever think rationally when you were around each other.

Joost doesn't answer, and the room remains silent. It's not a comforting silence, no, it eats away at you, every second that passes consuming you with guilt and fear for the future, fear that this may once again be the last time you see Joost. You figured it would have to get to a point, you thought it already had after you had broken up with him. But that's why you broke up with him, knowing at least if you really wanted to you'd have some control over reaching out and talking to him again. If it had been Joost who ended things, who knows? Maybe he would have had a stronger will than you, maybe he wouldn't be so willing to have you around.

Finally Joost speaks,

"You know I love you, right? I mean, whatever happens next, I don't know- just, I love you."

You're nearly brought to tears again, and you wonder if its possible to love someone too much.

"I love you too." You blink away the tears from your eyes, sighing, "I'm so tired." You mean it in every sense of the word, you're drained, physically, mentally, fed up. But most literally you can feel your eyelids growing heavy.

"Why don't you lay down?" Joost asks, scooting over on the couch to give you space, patting next to him.

"Yeah- yeah I should." You nod, slipping off your shoes before curling up in the couch. You're far from comfortable, still in your clothes from the bar, feeling forced to make yourself as small as possible to not take up Joost's space.

"You want to watch some TV?" He asks once more, hesitance in his voice, like he's unsure of his place now.

"Sure," Voice hoarse, "Put on whatever."

The light of the television sears your already stinging eyes, Joost flips through the channels until he finds something that vaguely peaks his interest, your mediocre Dutch making it so you only understood about half of what was being said. When you and Joost had been together, when you'd watch something in Dutch together, or his friends were having a conversation in Dutch in front of you Joost would always lean over to you when he noticed you seemed confused, quietly explaining in your ear what was going on or what was said. But perhaps sensing the mood, Joost made no effort to explain what was happening on the television now. Not that it mattered, feeling as if you wouldn't be able to keep your eyes open much earlier to pay attention anyways.

You squrim in your spot on the couch, unable to get comfortable in the clothes you're in, but unwilling to get up to change.

"Joo?" Your voice is small, quiet, peaking your up from its spot on the couch cushions.

"Ja?" He asks, turning his head towards you.

"Can I have your shirt?"

"The one I'm wearing?" He seems confused, but you simply nod, not in the mood for much speaking. "Sure, I guess." He shrugs before beginning to pull at the collar, lifting it over his head.

If you'd been less tired perhaps you'd spend more time musing at Joost's half naked body, the tattoos that litter his soft skin, just how inviting and at home he looks returning to his relaxed position on your couch.

"Alles goed?" He asks, handing you the plain white T-shirt he had been wearing. You hum in response, content as you sit up from your curled state.

Still sitting, you turn away from Joost, not that you really cared if he were to see you changing, and not like he couldn't see you now. But you assumed perhaps some modesty was needed in this very moment. You lift the shirt you had been wearing over your head, letting it drop to the floor, before discarding your bra in that same pile. You slip the shirt Joost had given you on, you inhale, smells like him. The familiar scent invades your senses, overwhelmed as if he wasn't sitting right next to you. Its reminiscent of the many of times you had found yourself with your face buried in Joost's neck or chest, nuzzling against him, taking in the smell of him, it was comforting, the reminder of the presence of someone you love dearly.

You shimmy out of your skirt, letting that too, fall to the ground before lifting your legs back onto the couch in an attempt to actually get comfortable this time around. You turn towards Joost, who, evidently had been staring at you this entire time.

"Watching me change?" A small giggle escaping your mouth, it was all you could really muster, "Pervert." You smirk

"Well I'll take your little smile as you don't want to kill me that much anymore." He jokes.

"Well," You sigh, "Yeah, you're lucky its hard to hate you when you're half undressed on my couch."

"Mhmm" Joost nods, "I do recall taking off our clothes is how we used to end most arguments." You know he just means to be funny as he says it, but it stings just a little, knowing your arguments were such a memorable part of your relationship.

You roll your eyes, trying to brush it off. You lower yourself back to the couch, not trying as hard to squeeze yourself onto the opposite end, but you still give Joost his space, unsure of the etiquette for the moment.

You fixate your eyes back on the television, more so staring through it than actually look at it before your eyelids become to heavy for your to keep trying to keep them up, sleep quickly overtaking you.

***

You stir slightly, eyelids fluttering as you slowly slip back into consciousness. As your vision adjusts you find you're no longer on your couch, instead in your bedroom, laying in bed.

"Did I wake you?" You're startled by the sudden voice, forgetting Joost had been with you when you fell asleep. You notice he's standing at the end of the bed, comforter in his hands.

"I think so." You concede, voice groggy, unaware of how long you had been out.

"Sorry," He chuckles, "Thought the bed would probably be more comfortable for you."

"It's okay," You give a slight smile, appreciative of the small gesture.

"Do you want me to go?" He asks, as he pulls the comforter over your chest, tucking you in.

"Would you stay?" Your voice is meek, still uneasy about asking such a thing of a man who is technically in a relationship.

"Of course," He nods, smile on his face.

"Lay with me?" You pat the mattress next to you, forgoing your morals at least just for tonight, unsure, unwilling to wake up to an empty bed for another night. Joost nods, walking around to the other side of the bed. You roll over onto your side, watching his movements.

His belt clinks as he begins to undo the buckle before sliding the thick black leather out of the loops of his jeans. You continue to watch as Joost fumbled with the button of his jeans in the dark of your room, the glow of a crescent moon and warm orange street lamps the only light entering your windows. Joost slips his jeans down his thighs, kicking them off to the side as they hit his ankles.

Joost places two hands on the mattress, leaning over before he crawls into bed with you. It all feels so familiar, as if this was just another night you were spending together. But of course, you know its not, the constant threat of how easily things crumbled between you two looming over you. You were sure Joost would return to Lina in the morning, perhaps doing some careful explaining as to why he had been ignoring her calls, after he realizes that this has all just been some great mistake but tonight, tonight he was yours.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, before Joost reaches an arm out, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb,

"This is nice," He smiles, reaching his fingers to the back of your head, tangling them in your hair.

"I agree." closing your eyes as you enjoy the gentle massage of Joost's fingers against the back of your head for a moment before speaking again, "Would you hold me?"

"Yes," Joost's fingers slip from your hair, "Natuurlijk, (of course), come here." He holds out his arm, ready to embrace you.

You turn to your other side, so your back is to Joost's chest, he wraps a firm arm around your waist, making sure you're pulled against him tight, just as you wanted. His breath tickles your neck with each deep exhale, he seems tired too.

"Wish things could be just like this forever." Your voice is slow, low, just above a mumble, you're just thinking out loud.

"I know, I know" Joost coos, placing a quick kiss just behind your ear, "I'm so sorry, lief meisje." (sweet girl) giving no reassurance that they ever would be, just a concession that he too was mourning what could have been. You can't blame him for not giving you the assurance you desired, knowing how fast things went from bliss to disaster, but you could be glad that at the very least you and Joost seemed to be on the same page, that you still loved each other, that you still regret how things turned out. And that was good enough, for now.

"Please don't leave before morning," You plead softly, "I don't want to wake up alone again."

"I'll be right here, promise."

With that, you can truly relax into his touch, enjoying the gentle reassurance it gave you. Despite everything that has happened, and that may happen in the future, at least he was here now, what more could you really ask for? Tomorrow didn't matter quite yet, figuring you'd cross that bridge when you got there, but tonight, Joost is yours, and you can pretend as if nothing had ever changed, as if this was just another night shared between the two of you.

"Goodnight Joost." You sigh, nuzzling your cheek into the pillows, "Ik hou van jou." (I love you) a small, content smile pressed to your lips, remembering how much Joost had loved it when you, at least, attempted to speak Dutch with him, especially when it was something sweet. You hear Joost chuckle lowly before he speaks too,

"Goodnight, schat." He lifts his head slightly to press a kiss to your cheek, "Slaap lekker, ik hou ook van jou."

[rillils]

STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 2/3 (here is part 1)

picking up from where we left off:

some 65 years into the future, steve's plane is fished out of the ice, and they find him, frozen like a sexy hot-dayum popsicle, but still alive thanks to the same super serum that made him go from Smol to Lorge.

steve is thus brought back into the world, but it's a world he no longer recognizes after all these years; a world where all the people he used to know and love are long dead, and his own face has been turned into a tool for propaganda over the years. obviously, he has a hard time adjusting, and he turns to fighting again, joining this group of kinda possibly superheroes, aka the avengers.

lots of exciting new things happen, sure; but steve is still pretty miserable. until one day, a mysterious masked assassin dressed in bondage gear (but not really), and sporting one very shiny metal arm (!!!!), is sent to kill steve's sort-of-boss. and then to kill steve himself. oh no!!

in what is possibly the most gripping, most visually pleasing hand-to-hand fight sequence in the history of cinema,

(NO BUT SERIOUSLY, all jokes aside, if you've never watched it then please do bc it's!!! *shrieks* so fucking good!!!)

a fight sequence which also happened to unlock both steve's and an entire fandom's competence kink with that little sexy knife-flipping trick alone -- i know you know what i'm talking about, don't you lie to me babes--

as i was saying, steve manages to knock the mask off of his opponent's face. and who do you think appears before him? can you guess??

DING DING DING!!! EXACTLY!!! IT'S HIS LONG-LOST BAE BUCKY! who apparently doesn't recognize him??

confused and upset, steve fights to uncover the truth. turns out, the man is indeed the very same bucky he grew up with and loved. only, he didn't actually die in that tragic fall in the ravine; rather, due to the experiments performed on him while he was a war prisoner, he survived long enough to be found and captured by the enemy. who then proceeded to torture and brainwash him, using him as a tool for murder against his will, and literally putting him back in the freezer when they didn't need him.

which, as it happens, is how he stayed so young in the first place: he, uh, spent the better part of 70 years frozen. yeaaah, are the parallels paralleling or what, hmmmm?? preserved in ice like your mom's best lasagna from last week? plunging to a 'death' that isn't really a death? waking up in the future kinda screwed over? :D

ANYWAY

steve is even more devastated than before, now that he's learned that while he was asleep in the ocean, bucky was out there suffering. when he finally confronts bucky again (and it's fucking epic and also fucking heartbreaking, believe you me) steve is desperate to bring bucky, his bucky, back. knowing in his heart that his bae is still somewhere in there, no matter how deeply buried.

in the most critical moment(TM), steve chooses to stay behind, on a plane that's about to fucking blow up around them - just like bucky did for him all those years ago - because if he can't save bucky, then he'd rather die with him.

only, bucky is scared and confused af at the moment, and he attacks steve, because 1) he has a mission after all, he's supposed to kill this guy dammit, and 2) wtf is even going on here??? who IS this man, WHY does he keep saying that they've known each other their whole lives?? and WHY does bucky feel like he's actually seen him somewhere else before?????

AND HERE IS THE PIVOTAL MOMENT OF ALL PIVOTAL MOMENTS: for the first time in his life, steve refuses to fight back. like he literally drops his shield out of the plane and into the river underneath, in a very powerful and symbolic gesture, signifying his surrender: he's not going to hurt bucky anymore, no matter what. THIS FUCKER LITERALLY LETS BUCKY BEAT HIM TO A PULP, WITHOUT EVEN TRYING TO DEFEND HIMSELF, 100% ready to let bucky kill him if that's what's gonna happen here, because that's still better than living in a world where bucky's gone - a world where bucky will look at him and only see a target, or a stranger at best.

and then!!!!

no this is like, this is THE most romantic shit, okay, like you could try to convince me that it isn't for the next hundred years and i wouldn't buy it, because. BECAUSE.

at the very last moment, steve finally manages to break through bucky's brainwashing, breaking the metaphorical spell bucky was under. and do you know how he does that? i ask you, do you know how steve does that, my love?

by repeating to bucky the very same words bucky offered him way back in the beginning, when he proposed asked steve to move in together. till death do us part the end of the line, baby. romeo could NEVER

bucky, who was about to deal the fatal blow, freezes instantly, finally recognizing the man under him.

and when steve falls out of the plane, bucky jumps after him, instinctively saving his life instead.

but bucky can't stay. confused, wounded, vulnerable, and only just beginning to remember who he used to be and what was done to him, he slips away and hides from steve - and from all the other people who might be looking for him, and probably want him dead. you think this is gonna stop steve, though?? now that he knows that bucky is still alive, and that he remembers him??? now that he knows that bucky's not lost to him forever?? AS IF!!

(to be continued in part 3)

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

Hi Maven!! Same q to everyone this week: what are your top 3 wincest episodes, and why?

ok im gonna cheat and do this in 2 ways hehe

a) top 3 sam/dean episodes

3. A Very Supernatural Christmas: has the samulet (their engagement ring, obviously!), you can palpably feel the isolation, the neglect, it's very two-children-in-a-motel-esque. and of course, the final scene, where i think, if there was any point in the series aside from the barn scene in which they would have said "i love you," it would have been there. the deep long stare, the watery eyes, the fact that they both know dean will be gone within the year, and then... "do you feel like watching the game?" ahhhhhhh drives me nuts

2. Swan Song: their love literally!!!!! saves the world, i mean come on. it has the whole wincest montage that you could literally set a richard siken poem to, or a taylor swift song to (look i know those are vastly different things but. bear with me), and it would just feel right. dean finally lets sam do things on his own. he lives because sam tells him to. sam manages to revoke his possession consent because of how much he's in love with dean, even as his fist is smashing dean's face into a pulp. ok i have to stop or i'm going to start crying in this goddamn airport.

Playthings: obviously. gothic horror episode of all time. picture-perfect family in the outside, secret sibling hidden upstairs. the way sam and dean's codependency is paired with that of the grandmother and her ghostly sister. the face-stroking. the almost kiss. god i swear it always looks like they're gonna kiss. sam writhing on the bed. dean staring at him like that. the subtext was about to bust through the screen, what with the acting and the way the plot and the meta-plot fit together perfectly. catherine tosenberger said it much better than i can, go read her article in TWC about wincest if you haven't!

b) top 3 family-horror-what-the-incestuous-freudian-fuck-is-going-on-here episodes

2. Devil's Trap: azazel uses john's body in a sexual manner against both sam and dean--primarily the latter but sam gets it, too. it's a chilling scene and really cements that this is what spn is about: never being able to escape the family. sam learns partly of azazel's plot, dean gets his daddy issues flayed onto him, and all through the eyes of the father. it's so well done.

3. Skin: imo the most damning thing the shifter says is, "i will be sorry to lose this skin. your brother's got a lot of great qualities. you should appreciate him more than you do." uh...what? the way he ties up sam and plans on torturing him also aligns with the shifter's pattern of turning into the husband and beating up the wife. another HMM moment actually comes from dean himself, when he tells sam that none of his friends will ever understand him and that dean's the only one who can...it's very isolating, kind of abuser tactics, and just. whew. this was episode SIX!!

In the Beginning: come on you knew i was gonna say this. aside from the obvious moments of "mom is a babe" (and remember, dean invokes sam into this moment as well..."sammy, wherever you are..."), samuel!azazel leaning over dean and smelling him, and samuel!azazel kissing mary--passionately returned(?), may i add, the plot itself sets up the winchester family as this enclosed, inbred unit. mary's kiss with her possessed father seal's sam's fate as part of azazel's army. the sexuality she shares with her father makes her son's blood diseased and cursed. the family line is tainted by incest. her kiss is what allows sam and dean to grow up that way, to become so codependent, what allows the moments of avsc, swan song, and playthings to happen! in the beginning. this begins the cycle of selling and saving souls--mary for john, john for dean, dean for sam. it's literally THEE spn episode, perhaps even more than playthings. even though sam's barely in it, his fate hangs over the whole episode, and this is full house of wincest at its finest.

[neodracunyan]

Job Hunting for Dummies - Season 01 - Episode 02

Episode 02 - "Punch" Out of Luck

Season 01 - Episode 02 - Punch Drunk

Location: The Boxing Stadium - Downtown Creation City

Date: May 16, 2019

Time: 10:00 PM

No POV

After the paper route job was a total bust thanks to Sonia's attempt to steal someone's TV, Y/n, Sonia and Tailsko are at a boxing ring as Tailsko has another job for them, only this time Y/n is going up in the ring to a boxing match against Mike Tyson. Luckily for Y/n, he was giving some boxing lesson from Peanut Butter as well as some other fighting lessons from his friends in other types of fighting style video games like Mortal Kombat and Street Fight, so this should be an easy boxing match for our hero.

Sonia: Wait, wha— wha— why did he agree to do this?

Tailsko: It's a big payday, Sonia. It's real simple, he just hang in there, and h— he'll be fine. Trust me.

Sonia: Look, look, I'm not feeling good about this. Is it too late for him to back out?

Y/n: Don't worry, Sonia. I can handle this. I've been taking boxing lessons from my friend's pokemon named Peanut Butter, so this should be a snap for me to box against the stadium's best boxer, Mike Tyson.

We zoom out to show Mike Tyson as Y/n put's on his boxing gloves and is ready to fight with the bell rang, starting the match.

Tailsko: Yes, that bell- Yeah, now it's too late for him to back out. Go get him, champ!

Y/n: Thanks for the motivation, Tails~!

Sonia: Yeah, thanks a lot, dickface.

Y/n: Alright, let's do this. (Dodges Tyson's punches and counter punches Mike Tyson)

Sonia: Wow, he's really doing it. I think he can take this guy!

Y/n punches him some more while dodging and blocking more of Mike Tyson's attacks.

Tailsko: Hey, that's great Sonia! Uh, just, uh, don't go let him crazy, okay? I, uh, kinda bet against him, so, uh, I need you to not let him lose this match, okay? I kinda betted out Y/n's life savings on this match.

Y/n: Wait, wait, you betted my life savings that I worked hard for against him?! (Mike Tyson punches Y/n, sending him backwards a bit while rings fly out of him) Ow, ow, oh, my face! Tails, grab those rings, I need them for laundry!

Tailsko: Ok, just be careful, ok? I don't want you ending up in a body cast. (Starts picking up Y/n's golden rings before they disappeared)

Y/n: Got it. Alright, Mike Tyson, prepare to get your light punched out! (Thinking) Good thing that Peanut Butter enhanced my durability to deal with strong punchs from this guy. Better make this quick before I lose all of my life savings.

Y/n then unleashed a power punch at Mike's jaw as the boxer got stunned and Y/n repetitively punches Mike Tyson until he is completely knocked out to win the match.

Mike Tyson: GAH! HOW...IS...THIS...KID...THAT...STRONG....WHY... ISN'T... ANY... ONE... STOPPING... THIS?!

Timeskip - The Next Day

After the boxing match, Y/n was declared the winner and won back his savings and earned a extra bonus as his winnings as we cut back to Y/n's apartment where Sonic is holding an ice pack onto Y/n's black eyes due to that punch that Mike Tyson gave him during the match.

Tailsko: Well, you took one hell of a fight back there, babe. But at least you still got your life savings back and earn some money left over from the last match, right?

Y/n: Yeah and I did go a little bit too far on beating Mike Tyson to a bloody pulp back there, but at least he's got insurance and in a body cast at the hospital.

Tailsko: You know what Sonia should do, head down to the Star Light Zone, pick herself up a boyfriend, get a little spin job, huh? She earned it.

Y/n: Are you sure you wanna do that, Sonia? That kind of job sounds a little too risky, even for me.

Sonia: Nah, I decided it's time to grow up, you know? So I took some of the money and made a little investment.

Tailsko: Hey, good for you, man!

Y/n: Yeah, that's real mature of you.

Sonia: Yeah, bought a sweet new frame for my poster.

The scene cut to show her Dominique Wilkins poster in a frame.

Sonia: That baby's gonna pay for itself in like 15—20 years.

Tailsko: You stupid fuck.

Y/n: Well, at least the frame only costs $5, and her rent is paid for this month, so we're good for now, I guess.

END OF EPISODE 02

TO BE CONTINUED IN EPISODE 03 IN A STRANGE DREAM REALM

[mint-yooxgi]

Yan!Haechan intervening when he sees OC looking slightly uncomfortable around another guy

A scowl rests on his face as he watches you shift uncomfortably from foot to foot, doing your best to avoid interacting with the guy who just can't seem to leave you alone. Why doesn't anyone intervene? Doesn't anyone notice?

Oh, wait. He does.

Of course Haechan would notice every minor discomfort that settles on your features. He's only been following you for a few months now, wanting to learn all of your subtleties and habits before even making an approach so he can gage your own reactions to him. All you know him as right now is 'that guy from calc', but he knows your relationship will soon bloom into something more. That is, once that asshole leaves you alone.

Exhaling sharply through his nose, he decides he can't take this bullshit for much longer. You've repeatedly told this fucker that you're waiting for your boyfriend, and for him to leave you alone, but he doesn't seem to want to get the message.

He has to do something, and fast, especially if he wants to have you all to himself. What better way to prove himself to you than rescuing you and sweeping you off of your feet?

"Hey babe, sorry I kept you waiting," pulling up beside you, Haechan wraps a secure arm around your shoulders, feeling you stiffen slightly beneath his touch only for you to relax in the next second.

"Oh, hey," luckily, the shakiness in your voice seems to go unnoticed by the guy standing across from you. You're just glad to see a familiar face.

"Who's this?" Haechan doesn't even attempt to hide the malice in his voice as his gaze rakes over the guy, a clear look of hatred shining in his eyes.

"I could ask you the same question," the guy tilts his chin defiantly, and Haechan runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek.

Who does this fucker think he is?

"Nice to meet you, fuckwad," Haechan grins sadistically. "I'm their boyfriend, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped harassing them."

The other guy frowns, clearly not pleased with this turn of events, but he doesn't press his luck any further. Especially not with the way Haechan continues to glare at him.

If looks could kill, the guy would be dead thrice over by now.

With a roll of his eyes, the guys huffs, muttering under his breath as he walks away, "whatever, they're not even that hot anyways."

Haechan nearly loses his shit right then and there, wanting nothing more than to beat the guy to a living pulp in that moment. The only thing that stops him is hearing your sigh of relief beside him, your shoulders relaxing even more as he maintains his hold on you. Slowly, and reluctantly, he lets you go.

"Thanks for that," you turn to face him, a grateful smile on your face. "It's Donghyuck, right?"

His heart jumps in his chest. Never could he have imagined his name sounding so heavenly coming from your lips, and not to mention it's his real name.

"Uh, yeah," he clears his throat, ridding his mind of his thoughts of what you'd sound like moaning his name instead. "Don't mention it."

"Seriously," you smile, and his breath is stolen from his lungs. "I owe you one."

"No, seriously," he smiles back, already thinking of the many ways in which you can make it up to him. "It was my pleasure."

[willowshimmer]

Living with you

Fuchsia's POV:

It had been 2 weeks since is started living with my girlfriend Holly and it's been nice actually.

Her parents warmed up to me a bit minus her dad but overall it's been great.

I was wondering around a hall way and I saw a picture framed on the wall.

In the photo was a baby holly and her parents holding her.

They had bright smiles on their faces.

I then thought about my mom...

I wish it could've been like this...

I then felt someone hug me from behind.

"Hey babe whatcha doing?"

Holly asked me.

"Oh uh just wondering around..."

I responded.

"My mom's cooking dinner it'll be ready in an hour!"

Holly said as she let go of me.

"Okay."

I said.

"So... How's living here been for you?"

Holly asked.

"Good! I wish my mom was more like your's..."

I said.

A frown formed on my face.

"Hey don't think about her. It's in the past besides even if she wanted to bring you back me and my parents would beat her to a pulp!"

Holly exclaimed.

I then kissed her cheek.

"Thanks babe."

I said.

"I'll go see how my mom is doing with the food! I'll see you the table!"

Holly then ran off.

"Okay!"

I yelled.

I continued to walk around.

As I turned a corner I saw Hunter Holly's dad.

"AH! Oh hey you scared me."

I said.

Still a bit shaken up from him appearing out nowhere.

"I want to talk to you about something..."

He said with a serious look on his face.

"What is it?"

I asked.

"I know that you think I don't approve of you and my daughter dating but that's not true."

He said.

"Then what is it?"

I asked him.

"It's cause when you bullied her in the past it made me grow a feeling of anger but ever since you moved in I try to convince myself that you changed but no matter what it won't work..."

He said.

I looked at him.

I felt bad for him.

He just wants to keep his daughter safe.

"I know it'll take time and I don't mind. It takes a while for us to get used to something new."

I said.

"Thank you Fuchsia... Also if want to talk about how you feel after running away you can talk to me about it. Trust me I know what it's like..."

He said.

"Thanks Mrs. Park."

I said.

"DINNERS READY!"

I heard Holly's mom yell.

"Hey I have an idea."

He said.

"What is it asked?

I asked.

"Wanna race to the table?"

"YES!"

I exclaimed.

"3...2...1... GO!"

We both then started running.

I felt happy and safe.

I knew that this was my new home...

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Susie x strong!blind!reader

"How the hell did you beat me so easily?!" Susie yelled at you, going for another punch at you, but you dodged it easily.

"I may be blind, but that just means that my other senses are heightened. Plus, after a while it can be pretty easy to anticipate someone else's attacks." You shrugged. It was pretty much true. You may be blind, but that did not mean you were weak at all. You were stronger than everyone thought, and Susie did not take that very well. She wanted to fight you, to test your strength...and maybe to beat you up as well. However, that didn't go well for Susie, for you ended up beating her up instead. You didn't beat her into a pulp, obviously, but you gave her the hint that you didn't mess around when it came to strength.

"Hmph. I will find a way to beat you, you got that?" Susie said in a threatening tone. You simple shrugged and walked off.

"Whatever ya say, Susie." You say.

"I mean it, y/n! I will find your weakness!" Susie yelled after you. You chuckled a bit to yourself and kept walking.

~small timeskip to later since I can~

You groaned softly as you sat up in pain. A monster by the name of Laura (sorry if that's your name it was literally the first name to pop up into my mind.) had sneak attacked you, which had caught you off guard and you were open for attacks, which she did. Her fighting style was new to you, and she was light on her feet, so you could not anticipate her attacks as well as Susie's. Needless to say, you got your ass handed to you in this fight.

"wow, you look like ass." You heard a familiar female voice say, chuckling at the end.

"Yeah, thanks for pointing it out." You hissed in response, slowly standing up. Susie held up her hands in defense.

"What happened to you, anyway?" she asked, now crossing her arms.

"Well I was pretty much ambushed by a monster named Laura, she snuck up on me and attacked me while my guard was down. I was not expecting her attacks at all... I'm so used to your fighting style that I could not anticipate her attacks as well as yours. No offense."

"Uhh.. none taken?"

"Anyway, now that you've seen me beaten down, what are you planning to do now?"

"Well, first of all, I'll have to find Laura and have a little chat." you couldn't see it, but Susie had a menacing smile on her face. "Other than that, I have no other intentions."

"Huh... I figured you would at least finish what she started."

"Nah. Now come on, I'll walk ya home. Let me be your eyes for once, y/n." Susie grabbed your hand. You smiled slightly and nodded.

"Okay." The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes, until you decide to break the silence.

"Thanks, Susie."

"...For what?"

"For being there when I needed it... even if it wasn't very nice at first."

"No problem, y/n."

"Hey, Susie? Can I ask you something?" You asked. Susie shrugged and looked over at you.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well, uh, I was wondering.... if you would like to be my girlfriend..? And maybe go on a date with me..?" You asked, a sheepish smile on your face. Susie stopped walking, making you stop as well. You then start to think you messed up, until you feel a pair of lips connect with your own in a rough but sweet and somehow also gentle kiss. You kissed back, smiling into the kiss. After a few moments, the two of you pulled away.

"I'll take that as a yes?" You say, your face nearly the color of a cherry.

"Yes, you dork." Susie shook her head and kissed your forehead. "Oh, also, we're at your house." Susie added, looking over at your house. You smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Thanks for everything, Susie." Susie walked you up to the front door and unlocked the door for you, after taking the key from you. You smiled and opened the door.

"See you tomorrow, for our date."

"heh.. I'll see ya tomorrow, babe." You closed the door, and Susie walked away from the door. "I look forward to it." Susie mumbled to herself as she walked away from your house.

[withoneheadlight]

| a house (is a home) | (i). the keys | tinyplaylist |

~

The house consists on:

Two bedrooms. One bathroom. A sort of trapezoidal kitchen with a door connecting to the backyard. A living room that stinks of the slow decay of the ancient, seventies-style wallpaper. An attic so dark that, according to Billy “We could make good money if we rent it to, you know, somebody that’s into heavily atmospheric spectral-themed sexual torture" (They’ve never really seen what’s up there. House already bought and everything).

There's a lot of work to do.

So they do it.

Thrift some things. Re-use some others. Spend a crazy, crazy amount of money on the mattress (‘Cause,’ Billy winked  ‘that’s what we’ll gonna use the most’). They repaint the walls. Scrap off the seventies paper (“But our living room looks like a pulp strip-club, babe. And I love it! / “I said. Off, Billy. Off”). Put on the gigantic combo of ‘Decorative vase plus plant plus stand’ Crystal buys them as a housewarming gift to add a “Slight touch of class” right at the entryway.

Even if it is,

“Hideous, love. So. Frikin’― hideous. And it has herons in it. Again. Herons. We’re been chased by herons. Our entire relationship. He-rons”

“Ok. They are. Hideous. But baby they also mean she’s trying”

“Well, she can not try. It’s ok for me. Less herons”

“Except it’s not” And Billy. He still has that deadly glare. Eyes narrowed. Chin raised-up. It doesn’t work anymore (or not in a, threatening way, at least) but Oh, Steve loves that he’s still trying “And c’mon. You can't tell me they don't you bring back good memories, huh?”

It's a question, but it might not be, and it wouldn't matter. He wonders how many of them they keep, between the two. How many memories together: beginnings and hellos and ‘Why don’t you stay a little longer’s at Steve’s front door. Ends and goodbyes and ‘I'll be back so fast you won't even have the time to start missing me’s. Kisses and touches and whispers and love love love. Making it way before they realized that was the name for what they were doing.

Those fucking voyeuristic herons watching it all.

 And Billy. Steve’s right because―he moves in close. Crowds Steve against the door (“Not letting anybody get in here, pretty boy. And I won’t let you go either. Not ‘till you let me kiss you again”). Breathes merging. Chests touching. Pined into each other’s eyes. A déjà-vu of a feeling. Just like that first time:  Billy’s knuckles tracing down the shape of Steve’s temple, the fall of his cheekbone, tender, as he runs them along his lips, side to side and 

‘Like this’ he remembers thinking ‘They hurt even worse’

“That’s low blow, Harrington” Billy whispers, eyes dropping to his mouth “You know they do”

 ‘If I let you kiss me’ he remembers thinking ‘I’m gonna love like an open wound’

“Then maybe we should keep them” he grins and Billy grunts, in defeat, laughter trembling out of Steve’s body as he does “You know. Make some good memories in front of these ones”

“You’re such a sweet talker, Harrington. You’re manipulating the love of your life.  Should feel ashamed of yourself”

Steve shakes his head. His heart is racing, is always racing, beating towards Billy Hargrove at the fucking speed of light.

“Nah. It’s one of the best things I got from my mom. I’m kinda proud of it”

And Billy leans in. Bites a kiss off his neck. Makes him shiver.

“Then keep on sweet-talking to me, uh? Make it worth remembering”

And Steve. Flips them around. Presses against Billy, reshapes himself against the curves of his body.

“When I’m done with you, baby, you’re never gonna want to get rid of those herons”

Billy cackles,  takes his face between his hands, whispers the words on the shape of kisses.

“Mmm. Good start, King Steve. You already got my knees shaking”

And so it begins. Piece by piece. Little by little. To become something more. To take  the shape of a now. The shape of a future. Of  a 'Here we keep what we’ve built together. What we are together. you and me. Here we keep our love'.

Not just a house but,

A home.

~

next

[thetriggeredhappy]

Hey maybe uhh, Scout getting hurt and Sniper panicking about it or even crying and Scout trying to comfort him cause he's a tough guy tm and don't even worry about it it's just a scratch

tis but a scratch! man its been a while since ive seen that movie

(warnings for canon-typical violence and gore, major character death)

-

“Babe, calm the hell down,” Scout managed to laugh, reaching up and giving him a consoling pat on the cheek that ended up being more of a brush. “I’ll be totally fine.”

Sniper overviewed the damage again. The elbow down of his left arm missing, shrapnel buried all along his torso, legs practically turned to pulp. Worst of all, far enough away from base that they’d all been warned that they might not be safe if they didn’t do well on this mission.

“I dunno what you’re even freakin’ out about,” Scout continued, and his inhale was a wheeze, and his exhale was a laugh. “I already radio’d for Medic, he’ll be here any second, right?”

Medic was no less than two hundred miles away from them, having turned down this mission in favor of working on some kind of exciting new experiment. But it made sense to Sniper that Scout was confused—his brain had probably already shut down an amount of higher critical thinking, to dull the pain and lessen panic. It happened to him sometimes too, where he got confused about when and where he was.

“You—you’re making a big deal outta nothin’,” Scout assured, and his thumb swiped across Sniper’s cheek, and his grin was crooked, probably more from missing teeth than anything else. “No need to cry on me, c’mon. Buck up, there. Gimme a smile.”

Sniper sniffled, realizing that yeah, he was actually crying, and tried for a smile, if only to make Scout stop trying to coax him into one—it looked painful.

“There it is! Hey, who knew all I gotta do to make you smile is walk a little too close to a landmine?” he joked, and Sniper hiccuped. “Aw, sheesh, that bad lookin’, huh?”

“Feel like,” he tried, but it came out more like a wheeze, cracking down the middle into nothingness, so he tried again. “Feel like if I said any part of you looked bad, you’d hold it against me forever. Keep taking it out of context.”

“Hey, he’s learning!” Scout tried to chuckle, but it came out more like hyperventilating. His chest was rising and falling in uneven motions, jerky and unnatural, coupled with a fierce shivering. “Hey, uh, maybe radio Medic that I don’t... need that healing, I don’t think. He’s... takin’ forever, and, I dunno, how long I can, wait.”

“Sure,” Sniper agreed. He swallowed hard. “I love you. Really, I do.”

“I love you too,” Scout replied, looking a little baffled. “But what’s, the sap about? I’m, gonna be fine, seriously. You, uh. Don’t, uh...”

And he took a few more shaky breaths, and then he didn’t, lying stiff in Sniper’s arms.

And a week later, back on base, Scout would laugh and ask him if he really looked that bad, and Sniper would kiss him like the world was ending to shut him up.

[wedontdeservethestars]

Hi! I saw you are accepting requests again. I liked a lot the chloe x elena fanfic that you wrote, so can i request something for Chloe Frazer and Elena Fisher, as a romantic ship, from Uncharted please? Thank you! Have a nice weekend !

Hi! I'm always happy to write for Chloe and Elena!! They're my Adventure Babes. Their chemistry is so gold ughhhh. I've been feeling a little ill these past few days, so I decided to go classic sick fic with this one! Hope you enjoy it <3

Chloe could take being beaten to a bloody pulp. She could take fallen hundreds of feet and immediately having to get back up and run. Hell, she could even take being shot in the arm and having to continue on. But, oh, as soon as her white blood cells decided to take a break and she was down bad with the flu, she was completely bedridden. She groaned softly as she channel surfed on the TV across from her. She should probably have something to drink, even though swallowing anything and everything made her feel like choking. She reached for the cup of orange juice on the bedside table. It felt like her arm was moving through molasses, even though she knew nothing was there put miniscule particles in the air. What the hell…? She managed to grab the glass and get a few small sips down before surrendering it to the table again.

“Good God, is there really nothing decent on?” she rolled her eyes. This was supposed to be a nice work-vacation with Elena--she could do some photography for the next issue of a travel guide she was working on (this time much closer to home than some of her recents), and Chloe could take a break from taking clients and explore the States for the first time. Whatever was out in California, however, had ruined their plans by giving her a pretty bad sickness and keeping her in the Airbnb they were renting for a short time. With Elena gone out to do research most of the time, Chloe was stuck with her phone and the TV and not much else. Giving up on finding something entertaining, she resigned to turning it off.

Except that when she did turn it off, it sounded like one of the programs was still running. Chloe took a moment to clear her hazy mind and listened. No, that wasn’t onscreen. It was a muffled sound, coming from downstairs. Crying...someone was crying.

Correction, she realized as she threw the covers off of her, Elena was crying. Abandoning her warm cocoon of bedding, Chloe stumbled down the hall and barreled down the stairs, following the sounds of soft sobs. It was a miracle that she made it without tripping all over herself and falling, meeting a gruesome end at the bottom.

“Elena!” she yelled as she burst into the living room, probably a bit too aggressively for someone who was only crying. But hey, this was her girlfriend, and Chloe did not like thinking about her getting hurt. And her head still felt fuzzy. So, so fuzzy. At the time, it seemed like a completely appropriate action.

Elena, on the other hand, didn’t seem to think so. She jerked up from the couch, where she’d been comfortably splayed across, and was rushing over to Chloe. “Holy--Chloe, are you okay? Oh my God!”

“Crying,” she said quickly, grabbing Elena’s tear-streaked face, “you’re crying.”

“What?” Her widened eyes softened and she started to laugh. Chloe, thinking that she might be starting to sob again, pulled her into a tight hug.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, love, I’m here, I promise, I’m right here,” she whispered, desperate to calm her lover down.

“No--it’s--” Elena managed to get out between laughs. Finally, she took a breath and started to calm down. “Chloe, it’s okay! I’m okay!”

“Huh?” She drew back and studied her face.

“It was just a show. A soap opera. I’m not really sad,” she giggled softly.

“Oh…” Suddenly, Chloe felt very stupid. “Oh my God.”

“No, it’s fine,” she grinned, touching her fast-reddening cheek. “That was really adorable.”

“Uh...of course it was,” she stumbled. “I meant it to be…”

“Oh my God, you’re so loopy from all that medicine,” Elena laughed. “Come on. We should get you back to bed, okay?”

“Okay…” she mumbled, trying not to meet her eyes. The two headed back up to the bedroom--Chloe’s makeshift prison. As bored as she was of the place, it did feel nice to sink back into the blankets and pillows.

“You sure you’re really okay?” she whispered as Elena tucked her in.

“Yes, hun,” she murmured, pausing to plant a kiss on her temple. “It’s just a dumb show. I get worked up about that kind of thing. Besides, I haven’t had a good cry in a while. It was nice.”

Chloe laughed softly, which quickly turned into a short fit of coughs. Elena rested a hand on her back, helping her through them.

“Hey, how about this? I’ll go get you some broth or something.”

“I’m not hungry,” she shook her head. Wrong move, apparently, as she watched Elena’s mom-persona come through.

“You haven’t eaten today.”

“No,” she sighed heavily.

“You need to get something down, Chlo. Even if it’s just a little.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Elena squinted at her, but smiled. “Be right back. Don’t move.”

“Uh-huh.”

Chloe’s eyes fluttered shut and she rubbed her face. Part of her was a little skeptical about Elena’s soap opera excuse, but then again, she was hard to make cry. In fact, she probably cried less than Chloe did, and that was really saying something. It was almost impressive. Maybe sappy shows like that gave her an excuse to cry. Like she said, it probably felt nice to get something out every once in a while. Even so, she still felt stupid for making such a big deal out of it...

“Hey,” came a bright chirp from the doorway of the bedroom. Chloe blinked wearily at Elena, who was holding a tray with a bowl of soup and crackers laid on it.

“Hi again,” she croaked, still trying to recover.

“How’s your throat?” She brought the tray to the bed and set it up over her lap.

“What is it? Day three of this mess?” she mumbled.

“Give or take,” Elena shrugged.

“Then, uh…” She paused to yawn. “Three days of pain and misery.”

“Oh, c’mon, it can’t be that bad,” she chuckled. “Nothing can bring the incomparable Ms. Frazer down, especially not a cold.”

“Oh, honey, that’s what I thought, too.” She leaned forward over the soup, basking in the feeling of steam over her face. She only wished she could smell the herbs and broth. “And now...well, here I am.”

“Here you are,” Elena nodded, sitting on the other side of the bed.

“Hey, no, you’re gonna get sick, too,” Chloe mumbled, trying to nudge her away. “It’s already bad enough that you’re taking this much care of me. Go back downstairs…”

“Absolutely not. I have a mega-immune system. Trust me. Besides,” she grinned, “You seem bored. I can’t let that stand. And my show’s over, anyway.”

“Bored is right,” she admitted.

“Yeah? Is that your excuse for nearly giving me a heart attack?”

“I didn’t mean to be that...aggressive,” she laughed shortly. Elena slid her hand over hers.

“No, it was cute. And it’s sweet that you care that much about me.”

“I was just afraid you were being attacked or something,” she half-joked. “I’ve got that sick-brain. Crazy thoughts and hallucinations and whatnot…”

“Sure,” Elena wrinkled her nose, then moved in to kiss her cheek again. Chloe leaned into it until she was done, then took a spoonful of soup. A wave of heat spread through her core as she swallowed.

“Mm...you know, I was a little worried about your cooking abilities when I first met you.”

“What?” Elena planted her hands on her hips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re American,” she teased. “You’re not exactly known for being the best cooks.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’ve got a good legion of cooking tips I picked up from other countries over the years, not just the States,” she grinned. “And I’d say that I’m not doing too bad, all things considered.”

“Oh, you’re wonderful, trust me! You’ve just pleasantly surprised me, that’s all.”

“Glad I didn’t disappoint, then.” Elena leaned her head on Chloe’s shoulder, who continued to slowly but surely make her way through lunch.

“I’m sorry I’ve ruined our vacation,” Chloe mumbled after a moment.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” she shrugged. “It’s not like you chose to have this illness or anything.”

“Maybe I did.”

“Well, then yes, you should be sorry,” she teased. Chloe laughed softly. There was another bit of silence.

“Really, though, it’s okay,” Elena murmured. “Any time I get to be with you is time well spent. Doesn’t matter what we do.”

“God, I love you.” Chloe smiled and gave the top of her head a kiss. “And that’s good, ‘cause I think it’s gonna be this way for the rest of the trip, babe.”

“I’ll stock up on soup, then.”

[queenxxxsupreme]

Ahhhhhhh your dad!witchers are giving me LIFE. If you're feeling up for it, what would be the reactions of the witchers when they learn their S.O. is pregnant? Sorry if this isn't the right way to make a request!!

A/N: No babe you did perfect!! This is a great way to make a request!! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to finish!! And I hope it’s what you wanted :) 

ALSO just a little reminder that requests are open! I prefer them in my ask box but you can also dm me!! I’m always open to talking to you guys! Here is the link to my masterlist for more dad!witchers or other Witcher characters. Here is the link if you’d like to add yourself to my taglist. 

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, some angst, mostly fluff

Lambert

“Sit still, Lambert.” You told him, dabbing at the cut above his eye. He hissed and jerked away, bringing his hand up to hold your wrist away from him. 

“Could you be a little more gentle? Fucking hell. Feels like you’re trying to rub off my gods damned face.”

“I am not. You’re just being a baby.” You brought your other hand up to hold his cheek, keeping his face where you wanted it. “Now are you going to suck it up and let me help you or are you going to be an ass about it?”

He shook his head, pulling your hand from his face as he stood up. 

“I don’t have to deal with this.”

“Well this is the consequence of you starting a fight with a dozen men at the tavern, Lambert.” You threw the rag down on the table and put your hands on your hips. “I get pissed.”

“I don’t see why you’re pissed, Y/N! I did it for you! Most women find it endearing when a man fights for her honor.”

“I can fight for my own honor. I don’t need you to knock out an entire room full of men just because you can!”

“The bastard fucking grabbed your ass, Y/N!” Lambert turned to face you. “You thought I was gonna sit idly by and let you punch him once or twice?”

“His friends did nothing to me. They didn’t deserve to be beaten to bloody pulps.”

“They did if they were friends with that asshole.” He turned to walk away but you weren’t done yet. 

“Lambert, come back here and sit down. I need to finish looking at your damn face to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’ll be fine. They’ll heal up in a couple hours.”

“I don’t care if they heal up in a couple seconds. Come back here and sit down so that I know you are okay.”

He sighed heavily, turning around to face you. 

“Woman, you drive me fucking insane.”

“Good.”

“I’m a witcher! Cuts and bruises aren’t going to hurt me. I’m fine!”

You glared at him, arms crossed tightly over your chest. 

Why couldn’t he just listen to you? Why couldn’t he give you peace of mind? You just wanted to make sure he was okay, for crying out loud! You knew he would heal quickly, but your stomach still churned with the thought of him being hurt.

“Lambert. Come sit down. I won’t tell you again.”

“You’re not my fucking boss, Y/N.” He shook his head.

“But I am yours to watch over and protect, and you are mine. Come sit, now.”

“Not now.” He pulled the front door open. 

“I’m pregnant!” The words came out rushed and urgent. Your hands fell to your sides, curling into fists. 

The stubborn witcher stopped in his tracks. He didn’t turn to face you, not yet. But you could see the way he tensed up, almost hearing the breath sucked in through his parted lips. 

Tears sprung from nowhere, trailing down your cheeks. Your knees became shaky. You pulled a chair at the table out and sat down, hunched forward with your elbows on your knees. 

“I-I’m pregnant.” You repeated, but this time it was more quiet and gentle. “And I am absolutely afraid of-of having a baby, especially with you, Lambert.”

He turned around in the doorway but he couldn’t move any further. 

You shook your head, sitting back on the chair and wiping your cheeks. 

“You’re reckless. You don’t think about how your decisions could affect you in the long run. You act on impulse, on anger.” You paused for a moment to bite your bottom lip. “I love you more than you could ever believe. But I-I am afraid to have a child with you.”

When he said nothing, you looked up at him. His jaw was locked, brows drawn together just slightly as he gazed at you. 

“How do…. How do you….?” He couldn’t figure out how to say the word, to say that you were pregnant. The word got caught in his throat and left a bad aftertaste. 

“I’m late.”

“You’re never late.”

“No, you….” You stopped yourself from calling him an idiot. You shook your head and rubbed your brow. “That time of the month hasn’t happened in nearly two months.”

He was quiet for a few more moments before taking a deep breath, realizing what you were saying and what was happening. 

“Oh, fuck me.” He brought his hand up to rub his face.

“I did, love, and this is the result of that.”

He snorted at your terrible joke. 

His hands rested on his hips as he gazed at you, unsure of what to do, of what to say.

“You’re positive this is…. That you’re….”

“Yes. If I had any doubts, I wouldn’t have told you. And if-if you don’t want this, then I understand. I do. You didn’t-You didn’t sign up for this, for a baby. I won’t hold it against you. It’s completely okay.”

“Hold it against me?” He repeated, finally taking a step back into the house. “If I-If I bail on you? If I leave you for you having a-a…. a thing?” He gestured to his stomach. 

You dropped your gaze to your hands. 

“Do you really think that low of me?” Lambert’s voice was a quiet whisper, almost timid and unsure. He didn’t know if he wanted to hear your answer. 

“No, Lambert. I just-I don’t want to make you feel trapped.” You sniffled. 

The witcher was kneeling down in front of you before you knew it, taking your hands and holding them in his own. 

“I would never leave you to handle this on your own.” His voice was gentle, tender. You’d only heard this tone when he helped you through a panic attack or calmed you down after a bad nightmare. 

Lambert brought his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing tears away. 

“I-I love you, Y/N.” He murmured, leaning in to place a velvet kiss on your lips. His hand came up to hold the back of your head, keeping your forehead against his lips. “I love you, bug.”

“I love you.” You whispered, eyes closing tightly as tears trailed down your cheeks. 

Eskel

Eskel listened to the sound of the fire crackling the hearth, to the sound of Lil Bleater snoring all the way out in the barn. 

The night was quiet, but also so lively. There were many noises, many things to keep the witcher from sleeping. It wasn’t just the noise either. There were so many thoughts going through his mind. Any time he tried to close his eyes, the worst ones would make themselves known.

So instead of wasting his time and trying to sleep, he laid on the bed with his head on your stomach. You had been brushing your fingers through his dark hair in an attempt to calm him, but you ended up falling asleep. 

Eskel didn’t mind though. It was relaxing just to watch you rest, to know you trusted him enough to close your eyes and fall asleep. 

He closed his eyes, listening more intently to what was going on around your home. 

There was a herd of deer nearby. They were slowly making their way closer and closer to your garden. 

A fox had already snuck into your garden through a hole in the fencing caused by Lil Bleater earlier in the day. 

Eskel sighed, knowing very well he’d have to fix the fence in the morning. 

But then there was another sound, one closer than the creatures outside. It was a slow thump, quiet and gentle. It was almost…. a heartbeat. 

Eskel lifted his head, brows drawing together as he looked around the room. He wasn’t sure if he expected to see something or not. 

He sat up, brushing a few stray pieces of hair back out of his eyes, and looked down at you.

That was when he realized the sound was coming from you. It was a heartbeat…. in your stomach. 

His jaw locked, muscles tensing as he realized what it was that was making the noise. 

There was no way you were pregnant. You couldn’t be. You both were always so careful. And besides, it was extremely difficult for witchers to have children, but it wasn’t impossible. 

Eskel ran a hand over his face, shaking his head. No, no. He had to be dreaming. Maybe it was the lack of sleep finally getting to him. 

Still, he couldn’t help but look down at your stomach.

You shifted in the bed, spooking Eskel. He jolted a little but it didn’t seem to bother you. You rolled over on to your side, lips parting. 

What if you didn’t know you were pregnant? What if you were keeping it from him on purpose? What if it wasn’t his?

Eskel shook his head, realizing how dumb the thought was. You loved him. He could see it in the way you looked at him, the way you smiled when he was near and when you leaned into his touch when he was close enough. 

But what if you were keeping it from him because you didn’t want him to know? What if you didn’t want to have a child with him? With a scarred and mutilated witcher?

***

You woke up feeling someone brush their hand over your hair. You rubbed your eyes and peered up at Eskel. He was on his side propped up on one elbow facing you, occupying himself by brushing your messy hair down with his hand. 

“Good morning.” You smiled up at him, yawning and closing your eyes as you scooted closer to nuzzle your face into his chest. 

“Morning, doll.” He dipped his head down to kiss your head. 

Eskel didn’t want to frighten you, to scare you, but he really wanted to know if you knew. He needed to know. But he wasn’t willing to wake you up if you were going to go back to sleep. Your rest was more important than his sanity. 

So as you drifted off to sleep again, he focused on drawing shapes into your arm. 

A few more hours passed and you woke up once more. 

“How did you sleep?” He asked. 

You rolled over on to your back, swiping your hair away from your face. 

“Good.” You hummed, reaching up to cup his jaw. “How about you?”

“I, uh, couldn’t.” He cleared his throat, turning his head away from you to look across the room at nothing in particular.

“Not even a little?” You sat up, frowning.

He shook his head. 

“Too much on my mind.”

You found it weird that Eskel didn’t look at you. It was like he was avoiding your gaze, like he couldn’t look you in the eye. 

“What’s….. on your mind, Eskel?” You asked, tilting your head to the side a little. 

He shook his head, running a hand over his face. 

“Nothing.”

“I don’t believe you.” You reached out to stop him from getting up, your hand finding his arm. “Look at me, Eskel.”

With a soft sigh, his yellow eyes flickered up to you.

“Tell me, please.” You drew your eyebrows together and pouted just a little, hoping he’d comply. 

He held your gaze for a few heartbeats before letting out a soft breath. He leaned back, shoulders slumping and eyes falling to his hands. 

How was he supposed to tell you that you were carrying a baby? His baby?

“You’re pregnant.” 

The audible gasp that left your lips was enough to confirm his thoughts. 

“How-How do you….?” You couldn’t form a complete sentence. Your hand came up to hold your stomach. 

“I can hear its heartbeat.” He answered quietly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You looked down at your stomach and then back to your witcher. You closed the space between you and him and cupped his jaw with both hands. You tilted his face up, swiping the unruly pieces of dark hair from his forehead. 

“Don’t get that tone, Eskel.” You murmured.

“What tone?”

“The tone that tells me you’ve been stuck in your head too much, that you’re having too many bad thoughts.”

You pressed your lips together, studying his golden eyes.

“I didn’t tell you when I found out because I wanted to wait. I wanted to do something special. I was going to make you dinner and we were going to go for a walk to town and I was….” You trailed off, the excitement in your veins fizzling out when you saw that he still looked sad. “I promise I was going to tell you, Eskel. I’m-I’m sorry I didn’t sooner.”

“It’s not that, Y/N.” He shook his head, gently pulling your hands from his face. “I just…. What if I’m not good enough?”

Tears blurred your vision of the handsome witcher before you. You quickly wiped your cheeks before leaning in to kiss his lips. Your hand came up to the back of his neck, fingers gently tangling in his dark hair. 

“You are going to make an amazing father, Eskel.” Your words were whispered against his lips, your breath warm. 

His hand found your jaw, calloused pad of his thumb brushing across your cheek. 

He finally smiled, then chuckled softly, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. 

“I’m going to be a dad.”

Geralt 

You hummed softly, folding Geralt’s clean clothes as he gathered things from the other room. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to your witcher move about in the main room, gathering what things he might need for the Path. 

You put one of his shirts down, your fingers brushing over the gray material. Your eyes were focused on the buttons but your mind was elsewhere. 

You had put off telling him that you were expecting, thinking you’d be able to find the time to tell him the exciting news. However, duty called and the witcher was needed. Word had traveled that a town a few hours away was under attack by a pair of wyverns. Geralt had mentioned needing to leave soon for his duties, but this meant he’d leave sooner. 

“Dove?”

You lifted your head, finding him standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, holding a few vials in his hand.

“Yes, love?”

“You’ve been awfully quiet all day.”

“Just busy.” You answered, offering him a gentle smile. 

He nodded, looking down to the vials.

“I know I’m leaving sooner than expected…. and I am sorry.”

“Don’t be, Geralt.” You shook your head. “It’s your duty. Don’t apologize for it.”

Geralt sighed, moving into the room. He put the vials down on your vanity and came to the bed. He pushed the clothes that you had neatly folded, messing them up.

“Geralt!” You teasingly smacked his arm. He smiled a little, sitting down in front of you.

“We had plans.” He said, taking your hand in his. “We were going to take a little trip to the coast. You were finally going to teach me how you make such delicious bread.”

“I can teach you another time.” You squeezed his fingers. “And there will be time later for the coast.”

He nodded, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. 

“I had a surprise for you, you know.” Your heart began to beat faster and you felt a little tingly. The smile on your lips grew. You brought your hand up to his cheek, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb over his skin.

“Do I get to know what it is?” He raised his brows just slightly. 

“We are going to be having a little one.” You giggled. 

His eyes widened and he looked down to your stomach. 

“You're…. You're pregnant?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “We’re going to be parents, Geralt.” 

A smile broke out across his lips, his hand coming up to rest on your stomach. 

“Are-Are you sure?” He asked quietly, husky voice tender and sweet. 

“I’m positive.” You nodded. 

Geralt brought his eyes back down to your stomach before pulling you in for a kiss. His hand came up to your cheek, the pad of his thumb trailing over the apple of your cheek. His hand that was on your stomach slid around to your side before he carefully drew you into his lap. 

“I can’t believe it. Is it a boy or girl?”

“Love, we won’t find that out until the baby is born.” You giggled softly.

“How long until that?”

“Oh, we have a while.”

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[raindropsbarzy]

motivation*

summary: he always wants you all the time. he just needs a bit motivation to eventually give in

word count: 1973

warning: just a lot of 18+

“stay with me longer, maty”

Mat smiles tenderly at the name you call him as you pepper soft kisses across his jawline and up to his cheekbone. large palm grazing on your naked back, feeling the gentle skin under his fingertips. your thigh drapes over his naked torso, humming a deep sigh of relief when your lips keep touching his skin.

“I can’t baby. I’ve got practice, don’t i?” he replies, feeling your mouth forms into a pout and hears you huff out a disappointed sigh. “but I’ll be back at 4 and give my girl anything she wants. Sounds good?”

he moves his head and looks down at you, kissing the top of your head. Your eyes find their way to meet up with his beautiful ones, melting at the sight of his messy chocolate hair and naked chest on display just for you to see.

“I think i may have gripped your hair way too tight, last night” you decide to ignore his last question and open up another conversation.

with a deep chuckle, his hand moves to place it on your leg, a little bit under the curve of your ass. “I didn’t mind it last night and sure as hell don’t mind it right now.”

your lips curve into an exciting smile as you sit up straight, setting your elbow on the soft mattress to support your weight. “What do you say we recreate of what went down last night?” wiggling your eyebrows at him,

this time he lets out the loud laugh that you adore, shaking his head at how needy you are for him. “Not going to work, y/n. Coach is gonna kill me if I’m running late. Plus, don’t you have work today?”

“Pole dancing class doesn’t start in another four hours. I gave my students a bit more free time, they’re extremely exhausted from the last week’s practice. And i’ll be watching over my bar at around six. No longer than thirty minutes. Luna is coming with me.” You explain it to him, moving your long dark hair to the back as you shuffle under the blanket, watching him smiling at you as he bites his lip.

You smile back at him, “what?”

He gives you a shrug. “My girlfriend is a pole dancer slash pole dancing teacher, and manage one of the most successful bars in New York. Couldn’t ask for a sexier woman.” planting a wet kiss on your exposed neck. “Not to mention, you’re smart as fuck and play volleyball. I hit the jackpot, eh?”

You giggle at him, moving his head away from your skin and grabs the back of his hair. “I hit the jackpot too, baby. Got one of the sexiest men in the NHL who won the Calder trophy and skate like the fucking ‘Flash’.”

“Mhmm, that’s me” he smirks,

“Sooo” you trail off, reaching up to give his shoulders a firm grip, feeling them tense. “I wanna show my boyfriend a little appreciation--”

“Sweetheart, again. as much as i want you to, i can--”

“By giving you a blowjob”

He chokes mid-air after hearing you. Looking up into your eyes and realizing that you’re not playing around. With your naughty smile and seductively licking your upper lip, showing him that you’re not letting him go before he says yes.

As horny as this sounds, he wouldn’t mind being late to the practice because he cannot refuse his girlfriend to suck him.

He stammers a bit, your eyebrow raises at his attempt to say something. Large palms grabbing onto your naked waist as he pulls you closer to him.

“I guess i can tell the team that i overslept this morning.”

That makes you giggle as you slide yourself down to his pants, eyes never looking away from his. Dipping your fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer brief, listening to the sharp breath he takes before closing his eyes to calm himself.

“Good choice, baby.”

*

*

you and mat are sitting at the VIP’s booth, celebrating Lee’s birthday party. Few of the boys come with their girlfriends, drinks in their hands as they shamelessly make out with drunk giggles spill out of their mouths, causing a few cheers to erupt from the crowd. You cuddle with mat as he brings both of your legs and places them across his lap. His palm feels warm when he rubs your bare thigh.

“Sooo Y/N” Your eyes snap towards Grace, who has Ander’s arms around her waist pulling her close. “How’s work?”

“Pretty good. My legs are killing me right now actually due to this morning class” You chuckle, unaware of Mat looking at you as you speak. “The students are doing great. They followed my instructions pretty well. None of them break any pole... yet”

The whole table laughs at your statement as you sip your drink. Smiling and lean your temple against the couch, catching Mat’s inflated pupils looking at you adoringly.

“Ever thought about becoming a stripper though, babe?”

Grace’s question--which a joke--quickly pulls Mat out of his thoughts, tearing his eyes away from you and furrows his eyebrows. You, on the other hand, laugh hysterically.

“Grace come on, stop giving my girl crazy ideas! Her man is sitting here, for crying out loud!”

She shrugs her shoulders and gives an innocent smile. “Why not? Strippers make a lot of money”

“That’s true” You agree, wanting to see how he’ll react more.

He looks over at you, not noticing your playful smile as he points a finger. “Hey now missy, stop that.” And looks back at Grace. “Again, she’s my girl. There is no way i’m letting other men seeing her half-naked and shaking her ass in front of anyone” He snakes his arm around you, pulling you even closer.

His best friend, Tito laughs and shakes his head then say “Such a whipped motherfucker.” causing others to agree and laugh,

But Mat doesn’t care. yeah, so what if he’s whipped for you? He loves his girl so much and there is no fucking way he’s okay with old bald men touching his naked girlfriend. Would probably beat them to pulp one by one.

“Down, boy” you giggle, planting a quick kiss on his exposed neck making him shiver. “Let’s get you to relax, yeah? Come with me, baby.”

you swing your legs off of him and get up from the seat, intertwining his hands as he stands as well. Setting his empty glass on the wooden table.

“Be right back, guys. Need to loosen this one up.”

“If by loosen do you mean ‘fucking in public bathroom’?”

Honestly, you don’t know who says it but it makes you cackle. As a response, you throw a middle finger and hear the table cheer for it.

“Go get some, Barz!”

He laughs, slapping Tito’s shoulder. “i always do, man.”

And with that, you guide him to the restroom through a sea of dancing sweaty bodies. His eyes glued to your ass the whole time you walk in front of him. the small tight black dress compliments your figure, especially from this view. His teeth catch his bottom lip, chewing on it.

“Damn” He lets out, not having any more self-control he pulls you in so your back hits his chest, hearing you yelp.

“Easy, tiger. we almost made it.”

He hums, placing both of his hands on your stomach. Feeling himself growing hard as your plump ass brushing against the material of his jeans. “Can’t. You’re looking so hot tonight, i can’t control it.”

A soft giggle sputters from your lip as he attaches his mouth on your neck. Pushing the bathroom door open and quickly lock it so no one can get it.

“We have to be quick, okay?”

Mat spins you around and lifts you from the ground, placing you on the bathroom sink. Moving his mouth to yours, making out with you sloppily “Quick? I can be quick” He mumbles against your soft red lips, long fingers digging the inside of your thighs and spreading them open.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, feeling eager for his touch. He hikes your dress up, just enough for him to pull your panties down. removing his mouth from you and shift his eyes down. Groaning softly at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Trying to kill me are you?” He breathes out a laugh and a smile plaster on his face.

“Maybe so” You tease, biting your lip as you lean back a little. Watching your boyfriend unbuckling his belt and pull his hard shaft out of the briefs, pumping it fast while you tease him more by circling your clit at a soft pace.

His other hand grips onto your waist and stepping closer. “Move your hand baby”

You oblige and extract your hand from your wet mound. Getting wetter at the view of your boyfriend pumping his long hard cock, grunting deeply before slipping the tip inside you.

The two of you sigh in pleasure, your eyes fall shut as he thrust in the entire length inside you. “Holy fuck you’re so tight.”

When he’s fully inside you, both his hands firmly grip your waist and start thrusting in and out, causing moans to keep falling out of your mouth. His eyes move to look at you. Tapping his thumb against your chin,

“Look at me, baby”

Though it’s a struggle, you manage to open your eyes and find him already staring back at yours. Hissing and moaning every time he thrusts faster into your pussy, the sound of skin slapping fill the entire bathroom.

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you baby?” He praises with a smirk, a loose curl falling over his forehead as he watches you tremble. “Taking me so good tonight. Know exactly how to make me happy.”

“Oh fuck, Mat” you moan out his name, throwing your head back in pleasure. That encourages him to go even faster on pounding your pussy, grunting loudly. “Fuck me so good.”

“Yeah?” He removes a strand of hair from your face and his hand moves down to pull your tits out of the dress, quickly latching his mouth around your nipple. Sucking and gently biting the sensitive area.

“Right there, baby. Don’t stop, fuck!” You beg. Grabbing onto one of his broad shoulders, holding tight to it as he keeps going hard.

His eyes look up to you, keeping your head fall back and jaw drops open due to the ultimate pleasures he’s giving you. Makes him so cocky and burst out in pride seeing his girl writhing under his touch. “Gonna cum baby?”

You can only nod your head and mutters out ‘uh-huh’ as you ball your fists tightly, feeling your legs beginning to be sore and about to reach your high.

“Me too.” He hums out, standing back straight and watches your entire body responding perfectly to the thrusts he’s giving you. “i-i’m cumming”

After a few thrusts, he then groans loudly, squeezing his eyes shut and release his warm load inside of you, knowing you on the pill he feels relieved,

You follow soon after, clenching your stomach as you explode all over his cock. coating it with your cum.

He pants heavily, slowly pulling away from you as he sees you trying to recover from everything. Chest glisten with drops of sweat and breasts still out, noticing the few red marks around the areola,

Chuckling deeply soon as you open your eyes look at him. Giving him a tired yet satisfied smirk, making him lean down and give you a wet sloppy kiss before pulling away completely to help you clean yourself and tuck himself back into his pants.

“I’m one lucky, whipped motherfucker, all right.”

*

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omg this suck i apologize,  it’s 2 am from where i live lmao

[ragingbookdragon]

I Can’t Believe You’re Dating My Best Friend PT. 1

Batsis x Roy Harper (Arsenal) Story

Word Count: 3.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes

Author’s Note: I edited this so it reads better! Enjoy!- Thorne

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The shrill sound of her ringtone startled her from sleep, and she fumbled along the nightstand beside her for her phone; her thumb slid across the screen and she brought it to her ear, words still laced heavy with sleep. “Mmm…hello?”

A chuckle sounded from the line followed by someone asking, Are you still in bed, babe?

She groaned and rolled over, squinting at the alarm clock. “Boy-Toy, it’s nine A.M. on a Saturday. Yes. I’m still in bed.”

A slight pause came from the line then he muttered, …Well, I can’t say anything because I’m still in bed too.

“Okay, well I actually have a reason for sleeping in. I save Gotham all night. Staying up playing video games isn’t reason for sleeping in.” she retorted.

“I wasn’t playing video games all night! And I do too have a reason, (Y/N)!”

She hummed, feeling the amusement. “Hmm? And what’s that?”

…Uh…okay…I don’t have an actual reason for it.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and placed the phone down, laying back and stretching; she let out a groan as her bones popped, then picked up the phone.

That was a load groan babe. You alright?

“Yeah…just my body’s way of reminding me of how I spend my nights.”

With your legs wrapped around me? He flirted and she could practically see him waggling his brows.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’m hanging up now.”

Wait! I was just kidding! Sort of.

(Y/N) snorted. “You know, it's almost hilarious how easy it is to make you panic.”

You’re an evil woman.

She giggled and rolled out of her bed, moving to her bathroom. “I know.” She set the phone down and moved into her morning routine.

Am I coming over tonight?

(Y/N) paused as she was putting toothpaste on her toothbrush and looked at her phone. “I thought I was coming over there?”

Doesn’t matter where…so long as you do. He purred.

She grunted and shoved the toothbrush in her mouth. “The more sex jokes you make, the less I want to talk to you.”

You love me, babe.

She scoffed. “Jury’s still out on that one, Boy-Toy.”

I’m hurt, (Y/N). She grunted and began brushing her teeth, listening as he continued. Anyway…You came over here last week. We decided on me coming over this week.

(Y/N) spit into the sink, rinsing out her mouth. “You still have the key to the apartment in the east side?”

The one labeled…(Y/N)’s apartment?

She inhaled deeply and stared at the phone. “Yes Roy. The one labeled, ‘(Y/N)’s apartment’, would be the key I’m talking about.”

Why do I get the feeling that you’re exasperated right now?

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and picked up the phone, moving back to her bed. “I haven’t the faintest clue as to why you’d feel that way.”

Uh huh. Sure.

She smiled. “But to answer your question, yes, that is the key.”

So, what time do I need to be over there?

“I’m free all day, so get here early, and we can spend the day together.”

You aren’t worried about your family finding out about the two of us?

“I’m not the one who’s going to get beaten to a bloody pulp when my brothers find out who I’m dating. That’s a you problem.”

She heard Roy let out a sarcastic laugh. So much for we’re all in this together.

(Y/N) let out a laugh. “Get a move on, Wildcat.” She heard him shuffle around.

I’ll be over there in about an hour.

“Alright. Meet me at the boardwalk.”

Will do. Love you, (Y/N).

“Love you too, Roy. Be careful.”

(Y/N) hung up the phone and put it back on the charger, moving back into her bathroom to shower. Once she was finished, she pulled on a pair of jeans and her Gotham Blades hoodie, and left her room, descending the stairs into the breakfast room.

She stepped in, taking in the view of her family gathered around the breakfast table. She moved beside Alfred, kissing his cheek before moving to her father and doing the same; she took her seat between Jason and Tim. “Good morning family.”

She received various replies, and Jason looked at her. “Where are you going today, Princess?”

(Y/N) glanced at him and sipped on the coffee Alfred put in front of her. “Nowhere special. Just out and about.” He nodded and her phone buzzed; she looked at it and laughed quietly, shaking her head before shoving it in her pocket.

Someone hummed and she immediately scowled knowing it was Dick. “Jason. Was that a giggle she directed at her phone?”

Jason nodded at their eldest brother’s question. “I think it was, Dickie.” He leaned in. “Who’d you get a text from, Princess?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “None of your business. That’s who.”

Dick leaned across the table with a smirk. “Is it a boy?”

“Is it any of your business?” she retorted, glaring daggers at him.

Damian crossed his arms over his chest. “You seem very reluctant to answer the question, sister.”

(Y/N) sighed at her younger brother. “It’s just a friend, Damian.”

Tim snorted into his coffee cup. “No, it’s not. Not with that laugh you just gave.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s just a friend and who he is, is none of your business.” She stood up. “So, leave it alone.” She walked around the table to her father, and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek again. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

(Y/N) started making her way to the garage when she heard scraping chairs followed by scrambling feet. She turned as she was getting into her Camaro. “What the hell is wrong with you all?”

Jason stared at her. “What do you mean, ‘I’ll be back tomorrow’?”

She gestured vaguely with her hand, repeating, It means…I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“And where are you going to be?” Dick questioned, squeezing into the doorway beside Jason.

“Take a wild guess where I’m going to be all night, Dickie.” She smirked and gave them a wink as their eyes went wide; she climbed in the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition.

They ran over, standing on either side of the car; Jason tapped on the window. “Roll the window down, (Y/N). Now.”

She pulled a confused expression. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” She motioned to the glass, then her ears. “Sound-proof glass—can’t hear you!” His face pinched and she heard Dick tap on the other window.

“(Y/N), where are you going?!” he shouted.

Reaching up to the visor, she hit the button to open the garage, watching it fold up in front of her, and she looked over. “What was that?”

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING!” Dick shouted louder this time.

She pulled a mock look of concern and asked, “You don’t want me to call you all night?” She put a hand to her chest in hurt. “Dickie, that hurts my feelings that you don’t want your baby sister to call you! Especially since we talk every night!”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I SAID!” he slapped the window to accentuate his point. “YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT WHAT I SA—"

“Don’t worry, I won’t!” (Y/N) waved and though they tried to stop her, she hit the accelerator and took off, hauling down and out of the gate, cackling the entire time.

***

The drive to the boardwalk went smoothly, save for the time she had to put on ‘do not disturb’ on her phone because her family wouldn’t leave her alone about where she was going. When she got to the boardwalk, she called Roy.

He picked up after a few rings. Hello?

“Where are you, Roy?”

Pulling into a parking spot. Where are you?

(Y/N) looked around, staring outside her windows. “In a Camaro.”

Roy sighed. Babe…do you know how many people drive Camaros in this state?

“Well…statistics show that eleven percent of people ages eighteen to twenty-nine drive Chevy’s. What percentage of those drivers are Camaro drivers, isn’t known.” She listened to Roy sigh again and she giggled. “Have you ever seen Transformers?”

Yeah...why?

“My Camaro looks like Bumblebee.”

She heard Roy slam his car door. Put your flashers on really quick. She did. Alright I see you. Be right there.

(Y/N) turned off the car and opened the door, sticking a foot out to prop it open while she pulled a piece of paper out and began jotting a few words down before sticking it on the console, her phone laying just next to it.

Someone opened the door from where it lay against her shin and asked, “What are you doing, babe?”

She snorted before opening her glove compartment and pulling out another cellphone. “Leaving my family a friendly note.”

“And what does this friendly note say?” Roy chuckled.

She climbed out of the car and shut the door with her hip then wound her arms around his middle, smiling, “Says, ‘Get a life and stop budding into mine, losers.’.”

Roy chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist, the other resting on the top of the car as he leant her backwards against the door. “They’re not gonna have fun when they find out you ditched your phone and car.” He moved his lips against her jaw, pressing a kiss to her skin. “They’ll lose their only way to track you.”

“That sounds like their personal problem and not mine.” (Y/N) breathed, tipping her head ever so slightly for him.

The corner of Roy’s mouth rose, and he pressed one final kiss to the underside of her jaw before he pulled away, holding out a hand. “Well…since you’re not worried about the rest of the night…shall we go have some fun?”

She nodded and laced her fingers through his. “Where do you want to go?”

He hummed, eyes scanning the expanse of the boardwalk. “I could honestly eat right now…you?”

“Food sounds great.” She paused and looked at her phone. “There’s a Hard Rock Cafe a couple blocks from here. Want to go there?”

“Do they have burgers?”

“What do you mean, ‘do they have burgers’? It’s the Hard Rock Cafe. Of course, they have burgers.” Slowly, her face dropped, and she gaped at him. “…Don’t tell me you’ve never been to one.”

Roy gave her a weak smile. “Guilty.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she started dragging Roy behind her. “I can’t believe you’ve never been to an HRC. It’s practically sacrilegious to live in the US and not eat there.” She tossed a look over her shoulder. “You’re an abomination, Roy Harper. A goddamn abomination.”

“And you’re dating this goddamn abomination.” He retorted with a smile. “So, what’s that say about you?”

“That I’m probably on the Highway to Hell. But if I’m going, I’ll go laughing.”

She watched Roy’s head tip back as he chuckled, then he glanced at her, wiping his eyes. “I swear you and him are just like each other.”

(Y/N)’s eyebrow rose. “Who? Jason?” He nodded and she grunted. “We are not alike.”

Roy pressed a kiss to her hand and grinned at her. “Oh, yes you are.”

She glared. “Agree to disagree.” Roy shook his head and let her lead them to the restaurant.

They’d gotten there rather early and being ahead of the lunch crowd meant they were seated in a decent spot. The waiter had given them their menus and walked off, leaving them to decide their orders and after about ten minutes, the restaurant had been hit with the first wave of lunch-goers.

Roy looked around at the families enjoying a nice Saturday lunch and murmured, “Pretty busy today, huh?”

(Y/N) didn’t draw her eyes from the menu as she replied, “It’s Saturday, Roy. Everyone’s out for the weekend.”

He merely hummed in response and glanced at the menu. “So…what’s good here?”

“Are you reading the menu, Roy?”

“Let me rephrase that,” he laughed. “What do you recommend?”

(Y/N) grinned and flipped her menu around. “Any of the burgers, but I usually get the Original Legendary with a Mango-Berry Cooler to drink.”

The drink sounded alcoholic and with a frown he started, “(Y/N), babe…you know I don’t—”

“The Mango-Berry Cooler is nonalcoholic.” She interrupted with a knowing stare and he shut his mouth; she smiled at him. “I wouldn’t drink in front of you like that. Or recommend an alcoholic drink, Roy. You know me better than that.”

He rubbed the back of his neck feeling rather foolish for thinking she would do something like that. “I know, (Y/N)…sorry.”

She waved him off. “Don’t worry about it.” Taking his hand, she rubbed her calloused thumb over his knuckles. “I’m proud of your sobriety, Roy. I know it’s been a long road and it’ll always be one. But I’m here to support you. Always will be.” (Y/N) watched his face light up and she felt her heart flutter.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Really.”

Winking, she whispered, “Always.”

***

The server brought their food and they started eating but halfway through the meal, Roy happened to look out the window, and choked on his drink. (Y/N) put down her burger and leaned forward. “Oh my God. Are you okay, Roy?”

He coughed harshly and motioned to the window, spitting out, “B-Bro—thers!”

(Y/N)’s eyebrows drew together, and she glanced over her shoulder, and sure enough all four of her brothers were there in line; her eyes widened, and she put her head down. “Motherfucker!”

Roy tipped his hat down. “What are we gonna do?!”

She panicked for a second before waving a server over. “Yes miss? Is something wrong?”

Motioning to her brothers, she asked, “See those four boys over there?” His eyes flitted to them and he nodded. “Those are my brothers, and this boy here is my boyfriend…who also happens to be one of my brother’s best friends…and we also haven’t told them about us.” She smiled. “Do you get what I’m saying?”

He chuckled and nodded. “Yes, miss. If you’ll follow me, I can lead you to the back door.”

(Y/N) sighed, and somehow, they managed to make their way to the back exit without being seen. She turned to the server, pulling some money from her wallet, handing it to him. “Here’s two hundred…for the meal, tip, and the escape route.” He stared at the two hundred-dollar bills and she spoke again. “Do you have a piece of paper and a pen?” He nodded and handed it to her, watching as she jotted down some words.

She handed it to him. “Give that to them before they leave, would you?” He nodded again and she winked. “Thanks!” She took Roy’s hand and they sprinted out the backdoor, taking off back to the boardwalk to his car.

When they got there, they leaned against the hood of his car, catching their breaths. He motioned to her. “What did…you write…on that paper?”

(Y/N) let out a breathless giggle. “I wrote, ‘You’re getting colder, losers.’.”

The two of them started laughing and when they finally caught their breaths, he looked at her. “Wanna head to the apartment?” She nodded, and they got in his car.

***

The drive over wasn’t too far and when they got there, she collapsed onto the couch and groaned; (Y/N) felt him sit down beside her and she twisted her head up to look at him. He smiled down at her. “You good?”

She nodded and inched forward, resting her head in his lap. “Just tired.”

“Tired…or bored?” Roy snorted and (Y/N) laughed.

“Both?” He chuckled and they sat in silence for a while, Roy flipping through the channels on the TV. After about an hour, his phone rang; he picked it up and grimaced. “Who is it?” she asked.

“Your brother.”

“Which one?”

“Jaybird.”

(Y/N) motioned to the phone. “Put it on speaker and let me listen.”

He sighed and answered it, putting it on speaker. “Hello?”

Roy.

“Yes, Jaybird? What can I do for you?”

I thought I told you to stop calling me that.

Roy shrugged. “You did…but you aren’t here, so…” (Y/N) grinned at him.

Whatever jerk-off, it’s beside the point. Have you seen or heard from (Y/N)?

“Why? Is something wrong?”

She heard Jason sigh. We think she’s spending the night with a boy, but we can’t find her. She’s been giving us the slip all day.

Roy looked down at a grinning (Y/N), who was struggling to hold in her giggles. “Oh yeah? Master-Escape-Artist-Miss-Batgirl is giving y’all the slip? Who would’ve thought she was capable.”

Look smart-ass, have you seen her?

“Not today I haven’t.”

Damnit.

Roy smirked and looked at the phone. “Can I ask you a question, Jaybird?”

I’m seriously going to throat punch you if you call me that again.

“Uh huh, sure, but in all seriousness, why’re you so concerned about (Y/N)? She’s a grown woman—she can handle herself.”

Well for starters, she’s my baby sister. She’s not old enough to spend the night with a boy.

Roy laughed. “Dude, she’s twenty-two. She’s not the innocent little angel that the city of Gotham sees. Far from it in fact.”

There was a long pause and when Jason spoke again, he sounded suspicious. And how do you know that, Roy?

His eyes widened, and he glanced down at (Y/N). “Uh…I just…do?” Her eyes went wide at his response and she gaped at him, motioning to the phone; he muted it.

“Are you out of your goddamned mind, Roy?!”

He threw his hands up. “I panicked!”

“No fucking shit!” (Y/N) cradled her head in her hands. “Oh God, he’s gonna figure out its you.”

Roy whined. “No, he won’t.”

She opened her mouth to speak when Jason came back over the line, his voice quiet. I’m tracking your phone, Harper. Their eyes went wide, and they stared at the phone. If I get over there and I find (Y/N) with you…I’m gonna rip your spine out through your ass.

The line went dead, and they sat in silence for a few minutes, then she offered, “You wouldn’t happen to have your suit with you…would you?”

“Should I go put it on?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I think we should get out into the city…we’re in so much trouble now.” The two of them hurried into the master bedroom, shucking off their clothes to suit-up.

Roy stared shamelessly at her as she slipped her suit on. “Hey, Batgirl?”

She didn’t look at him as she pulled the zipper. “What?”

“Think we’re gonna get out of this alive?”

(Y/N) barked a laugh as she twist-locked her gloves in place. “Absolutely not. I assume that tonight, you’re going to get your ass kicked…repeatedly and I’m going to find myself the subject of unwanted lectures about dating brother’s best friends.”

Roy didn’t even seem fazed by it, nodding, “I figured that was what was going to happen.”

She nodded and walked over, wrapping her arms around his middle. “We’re in this together, Arsenal.” (Y/N) hummed and moved her hands to his butt, squeezing it. “Or should I say Ass-senal? You know what? I could just say ‘Arse-nal’ since ‘arse’ means ‘ass’.”

Roy reached behind him and grabbed her hands, walking her backwards until her she hit the wall; he brought her hands above her head and stood between her legs. “What is it with you and touching asses?”

She stared up at him with an eyebrow arched. “Was that rhetorical? Or do you actually want my answer?” Roy chuckled at her and she continued. “I mean I like touching your ass.” She leaned as much as she could and glanced at it before moving back to him. “It’s a nice ass. Nicer than Wally’s even.”

The hands around her wrists tightened ever so slightly. “Have you been touching Wally’s ass?”

(Y/N) giggled. “I touch everyone’s ass. Especially nice ones. Like Wally’s.”

“Wha—Why?”

She shrugged. “If he’s a cutie, gotta tap that booty.” (Y/N) watched Roy’s contort and she burst into giggles. “Oh, your face was so worth that line.” His grip loosened, and she looked at him, then his hands moved to her haunches, hoisting her up against the wall; her legs went around his waist and she moved her arms to his neck. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and smirked at him. “What’s wrong, Roy?”

He glared at her. “You really like walking the line don’t you, babe?”

She shrugged innocently, murmuring, “See Boy-Toy, it’s not so much walking the line as it is seeing just how far I can get before someone calls me out.”

Roy smirked at her. “Good thing I’m around to do it for you.” (Y/N) simply grinned at him and he leaned in, his lips brushing hers. “Think we have time to shake sheets?”

Before she could even response, the front door slammed shut, echoing through the apartment. “Roy! Where the fuck are you! I know you’re here!”

The two of them glanced towards the door and she muttered, “No, Roy…I don’t think we do.”

[ejzah]

pls can u do a post-ep fic for raising the dead? i was so disappointed that we didn’t get to see kensi and deeks reunite after kensi came back!! i needed to see deeks comfort her!! ♡

A/N: I’ve written at least a couple fics like this, so this one a little less emotional, but still angsty. If you want more angst, check out the those other stories on my page.

Not A Great Day

***

Kensi checked her watch as she tossed her keys in her bag. Deeks had asked her to meet him at the Squid and Dagger before they went for their next house showing. She was a little surprised he hadn’t hung around the mission despite Sam and Callen’s warnings that he needed to leave.

Then again, he’d been spending more time at the bar in general to try to get it up and running again. Some of their previous regulars hadn’t returned when they reopened so business was painfully slow most days.

“Babe, I’m here!” she called, finding him sitting at a table by himself. There was one couple at the bar and one of the day bartenders, but otherwise it was empty.

“Hey,” murmured, sounding subdued as he stood and reached to hug her. He sighed deeply, brushing his nose across her neck. “Did you get what you needed from Kessler?”

“Yeah.” She nodded a little uncomfortably. “Yeah, in the end we did.”

“And how are you?” Kensi noticed he wasn’t pushing for details like she’d expected. Or as angry and beside himself as when she’d been planning to leave to question Kessler.

“Good,” she said, then amended. “He’s a creep, but I handled it.” His eyes turned a little distant and she pushed his bangs back from his forehead. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough,” he answered tightly, shaking his head. “The things he said to you, god...I know you aren’t intimidated by him, but I wanted to kill him.”

Kensi knew he wasn’t speaking lightly and more than ever was infinitely glad he’d stayed behind. As comforting as it would be to have him nearby, Kessler would have fed on his protectiveness. She shuddered a little as she remembered a couple of his more choice comments.

Of course Deeks caught it. He eased back a little, resting his hand low on her back as his eyes narrowed.

“What?” Kensi debated if she should tell him anything. He was already two seconds away from breaking into Kessler’s cell and beating him to a pulp. They’d promised to be honest with each other though and no matter how much Callen and Sam had stressed confidentiality, he deserved to know.

“He said a few unnerving things.”

“A few? Everything that comes out of that monster’s mouth is unnerving,” he said darkly.

“These struck a little closer to home,” she said reluctantly.

“How close to home?” There was a warning note in his voice. She pressed her lips together and fiddled with his collar.

“He said some things about me not being able to get pregnant.” Kensi didn’t mention the disgusting hip cracking comment. That was something she might never tell him.

“Kensi,” he breathed.

“And at one point he said “touché”,” she added with another little shudder. Somehow that felt like the biggest violation of all.

“How could he possibly know about that?” His arms tightened around her, like he could keep her safe by sure will. She cupped his chin, trying to soothe away the tension she felt building in his frame.

“I don’t know.” He shook his head a little and she knew he wanted to say something, do something, anything. “But the good news is that he’s back behind bars and his games are over.”

“I hate the idea of him knowing anything about us,” Deeks said. She hated it too, but there wasn’t anything to do it about it.

“Me too, but I don’t want to talk about it anymore today. How are you doing?” At her question, Deeks’ jaw clenched, his eyes focusing beyond her.

“I’ve had better days.” She frowned at his almost bitter tone.

“Did you hear anything from LAPD? I know Nell was trying to pull some strings,” she said. He pressed his lips together, nodding slightly, his eyes flicking from the wall to her and then back again.

“Uh, yeah, I talked with Nell before I left today and, uh, she said LAPD has officially terminated the liaison position,” Deeks told her, his voice breaking. “And I’m too old for FLETC.”

“Deeks, why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” He shrugged, still not avoiding eye contact.

“You have more important stuff going on.”

“Baby, don’t do that,” she said, already thinking of people she knew who could get around the FLETC requirements. “We should try and contact Hetty.”

“She already tried, Kens,” he said quietly. Accepting.

“So what do you want to do?” He checked his watch, glancing at their two patrons.

“Let’s just go to the showing. We should at least get our money’s worth from the realtor.” He untangled their arms, but allowed her to link their fingers, his jaw still set.

“We’ll figure something out, sweetie,” she said firmly, leaning in to kiss his temple.

***

Thanks for the prompt!

[cherries-blooming]

BAILEY X CHUB!FEM! READER (Biker Goddess)

You've spent most of your day outside your university, trying to write an essay on the best experience you've ever had. You gently tap the end of the eraser on your bottom lip as you think of what that could possibly be. Sure, you've been to weddings and family reunions but nothing really struck out to you as 'the best'. Sighing as you pack up for the day, you look over to the sign of your university; "Rosenburg, home of the arts". "If being an artist means back to back pain and artblock then sure, I'm home alright." You mutter to yourself. Maybe a nice calming cup of decaf from the local coffee shop will give you some inspiration. You check your phone as you walk onto the sidewalk, 7:40 pm, if you wanted coffee then you'd best hurry. Placing your phone in your hoodies pocket, you start your walk down town.

You weren't really paying attention to your surroundings, more or less spacing out as the sunset casts a large shadow besides yourself. There's a song stuck in your head, you hum along to it, blissfully disconnecting from the world around yourself. By the time you arrive at your favorite coffee shop, you barely get to sneak by the last customer and order yourself a cup. The cashier gives you a lackadaisical stare past their boxy glasses before going to make you your drink. "Thank you- and- sorry." You say, waving a hand as you stand by the pick up area to wait for it. The song playing on some hidden radio lulls you to glance around the room, your eyes land on a corkboard with some pictures on it. One of them being a group of girls. You take a closer look and the words 'Cherry Bombs' is written on it. A friend group of some sort? They look very happy, the one in the middle catches your attention. She's taller than the others and has a gleaming smile on her face. Stunning. "Ma'am-." The cashier's voice grabs your attention, "-your drink is ready."

"Yes! Thank you. I'll get out of your hair now." You say in a soft tone, gently grabbing the cup out of their hands. There was a moment of silence as you grabbed and pocketed a few sugar packets and a stirrer "Uh ma'am-! I don't think it's safe to go out alone..." the now nervous looking cashier calls out to you, earning a raised brow from you. "Huh? Why, is something wrong?" They shift around a bit, tapping their fingers on the counter, "Well, it's rumored that young women are being targeted by a group of guys.... Call themselves the 'Lady Killers'. S'like something right out of a cheesy 90's horror film but I wouldn't risk it." They look pretty serious about that. You weigh your options before shrugging a bit, "I'll be okay, I mean, no one's really out here LOOKING for a chubby girl like me to try 'n snatch, haha." You joke as you push past the front doors and onto the dimly lit sidewalk. You check your phone, it's 9:30 now.

It's about an hour or so walk back to your campus at the university, and you weren't about to let some rumors deter you from finally getting home and putting the essay paper off for later. You've traveled a few blocks down with no issue at all, though, you're extra cautious about the shadows that catches your peripheral. You deicide to calm your nerves by looking at the pictures you took on your phone of a lovely small pompom dog you saw on a trip with family somewhere. It started to work... For awhile. But it only took a moment before you could hear it, a distant sound of a car in the distance. It was getting closer. You slowly move the coffee away from your lips as you look towards the noise. Suddenly, your body ran cold as it started to head toward you. You run off, trying to make some distance between you and this jackass trying to run you over.

You dip into an alleyway, hoping it was a shortcut to a nicely lit neighborhood, praying that someone there could help you. You can hear the sound of car wheels skirting to a halt  behind you. You shake your head, it's better not to look back. You run into something, something hard. A wall. Your blood runs cold as you stumble backwards to catch yourself. No... No! You have so much you haven't done yet in life! You can't possibly be the victim to something as stupid sounding as the 'Lady Killers'!. You haven't even finished that stupid essay yet! The car door shuts as heavy footsteps come closer to you, the sounds of muffled chuckles could be heard as you slowly turn to see three men. One of them was quiet tall and lanky with purple straight hair. The other was shorter but bulkier, a spiked mohawk on his. And lastly, a guy around the height of a shack, he was beefier than the other two and had a bald head. How classic. Were you really dealing with some reject TMNT villains right now?

"Hey, don'cha know little piglets like you gotta get home before the farmer comes in?" The purple haired one said, a crooked smirk on his face as he stepped closer. Slowly reaching for your hoodie pocket, hoping maybe you could 'accidentally' dial 911. "Hey! Does the little piggy speak? You look like you got sum nice bacon, hm?" The man spoke again, he was a foot away from you now. He smelled like cigarette smoke and old fruit. Mind racing, thinking of something you could say to get them to back off, your heart was the only thing you could hear now. As he closed the distance between you, you start thinking about how boring your life was, and how much you felt horrible for letting it be that way. You clenched your hands into a fists, stopping once you felt the hot cup still in your hands. You get a spark of confidence. "Well- How would you like some hot beans to the face!" You open the lid and chuck the cup at his head. It lands, the hot bean juice leaving him red where it had landed. He yells, waddling back a bit as he tried to wipe away the hotness from his face. His two lackies chuckle a bit, stopping when their boss shoots them a dirty glare. "You're gonna regret that." He growled, stomping his way back to you. But before he could even lay a hand on you, the roaring sound of motorcycles came into earshot. The three looked at each other then to the entrance of the alleyway. You lifted up your gaze, the blaring lights of the motorcycles blinded you as you tried to make out your saviors. Well... You hoped that's who they were.

"Hey Lady Killers!" A raspy and excitable voice said, "I suggest you leave that poor chick alone, or else!" the one closest to you scoffed and walked over to the voice. "Oh yeah? And whaddya gonna do! You're just some flashy bimbo onna bike!" You slowly pull yourself away from the wall to get a better look. The bike turned off and from it stood a giant, curly haired, goddess of a woman. She took off her helmet and you could've sworn your heart skipped three beats.

She had baby blue eyes, sharp features, a scar over the eye that wasn't hidden by her hair, and a smirk on her face. Raising and pointing to the three men, she spoke, "You're gonna regret fucking around with the Cherry Bombs, boys!" the next few minutes were like a movie, you couldn't look away, you were too enraptured by the golden goddess and her gang of 6 other girls beating the men to a pulp. Before long, the woman was throwing the head honcho back into his car with a slam, the other guys scurrying in after, beaten and missing a few teeth. They made a speedy escape into the cold night, honking their car horn as they did. You blinked, taking a moment to process things.

"Hey, babes, you aight?" The woman spoke again, she was walking towards you, as she did you started to notice just how big she was. Maybe 6- no- 7 feet tall, exposed arms covered in muscles and an eyefull of... Chest. Needless to say, you were at a loss for words. Your face became hot as you looked up at hers. She had a gentle expression on, offering a hand to you. You looked down at it, ignoring the little bit of blood from the Lady Killers that was sprawled onto her fingertips and knuckles. You held it, surprisingly soft, you noted. She walked you out of the alleyway, the other members were speaking amoungst themselves, they were all stunning as well. Damn- how'd you get so lucky to fall into the hands of gods most powerful and prettiest women?

"Where you live? Me and the girls will ensure you get back there safely" The mysterious woman asked, still holding onto your trembling hand. "Ah- oh! I uh- I live on campus at the.... University not too far from here. I'm uh... Writing major." You stammered, nice going you. She nodded, a toothy grin on her face. You two walked over to her motorcycle, letting go of your hand to pick up something, a helmet. She placed it carefully onto your head before putting on her own, "Just tell me the address and I'll get you there, trust me." you didn't have to be told twice. You trust with woman with your whole life, your future, hell even with your KIDS. You gave a gentle nod, earning you her toothy show stopping grin. She mounted her bike and rounded up her girls before patting the seat behind herself, "Hop on!"

The drive was a lot shorter than you were hoping, you wanted to have your arms wrapped around the goddess before you forever, but alas, you were home now. Your roomate, who was standing outside of the campus, came running over and nearly fainted when she saw that you were safe and sound. You got off the bike and returned the helmet, giving the driver one last longing look before rushing over to stable your fainting friend. "You had me scared! You weren't answering my texts all day and now you come home with a bunch of mysterious bike ladies!?" You try to calm her down and explain that there was a bit of a holdup with... Everything. You took a moment to realize that the trip for coffee was kind of a lost cause, considering you only took a few sips.

After she calmed down, your friend walked back into your shared room, leaving you some alone time with the gang. You turned and looked back at the female equivalent of Hercules before you. She still had a smile on her face as she watched you get closer. "You uh-... You never told me your name." You said shyly, trying not to mess around with your fingers as you avoided staring right at her tattoo. "Oh- I knew I forgot something! Hehe. I always do this." Sliding off her bike and closer to you, she handed you a little note before saying, "Bailey, I'm Bailey Faxton." you slowly took the note and unfolded it. On it was a scrawled out string of numbers... Her phone number! You look back up to say something but she's already mounted her bike and placed her helmet on.

"Call me when you're in need of a hero, okay babe?" Her words danced on your ears as she and her gang, The Cherry Bombs, rolled out of your campus and into the dark. The cool 10 PM night air swam its way through your hoodie, shaking you out of your thoughts. You turned to walk up to the campus, making it halfway up the stairs before stopping to look back at the road again.

"...I think I know what that essay is going to be about."