#we had such a fucking laughing fit we had headaches for hours

[pipe-murder-furina]

Third day in a row of no game progress

But I visited @begaydoalchemy and did his nails, now we're twinsies.

[tanniefm]

all mine | jjk (m)

summary - after a heated argument in the car, jungkook makes sure to set you straight in the only way he knows how.

pairing - jungkook x (f) reader

genre - smut/minor angst, established relationship

word count - 1.5k

song inspo - all mine by brent faiyaz (but also seven cause FUCKKKKKKK)

warnings - jealousy and misunderstandings, lowkey sexual harassment (not from jk ofc), explicit language (especially calling kook out his name 🫣), angry car sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex (yes yes bad we know), creampie, reader says sorry while she gets fucked and jk like doesn’t care 😭, they love each other a lot still

a/n - heard the explicit ver of seven and my jaw dropped and pussy started throbbing and this is the result of that :)

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Jungkook is having the worst possible time right now. When he came home from the studio this evening, he fully expected to see you laid out on the couch watching some random show in those tiny little pajamas he likes. He’d forget all his stress and the minor headache he’s had for the past hour and squeeze, and kiss, and touch his pretty girl to his heart’s content. He did not account for the fact that you’d be slipping into a form-fitting dress and fussing over how long it would take to do your hair and makeup.

“Um…where are you going?” he asks with a raised brow. “To the company dinner I told you about, remember? I told you about it before you left.” Jungkook does not in fact remember. How could he when his dick was stuffed down your throat and his eyes were rolled to the back of his head? But that was earlier, and this is now.

“Oh. Should I like, change or..” he trails off. In all honesty, he really didn’t want to go, he knows if he said as much you’d be completely fine with him staying home, the problem is he doesn’t want you to go either. You look over at him and see his cute little pout. You had a feeling he'd act this way, he had a tendency to be needy for your presence. You always found it endearing though, he was like a clingy puppy at times.

“Yes baby, wear something nice please, it's business casual but you know I can't pass up an opportunity to get dolled up,” you wink. He sighs wistfully and goes into your shared closet to find an acceptable dress shirt. Since your dress is gray he felt it was only right to wear a gray shirt with a black blazer overtop and some freshly pressed black slacks. You always call him corny when he tries to coordinate his outfits with yours but he knows you secretly love it. All he can do is hope the dinner is short so he can end the night with both of you fucked out in bed.

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He really tried to have a good time, honestly. You seemed to be making it very hard for him, however (both literally and figuratively). He couldn’t seem to stop staring at how good you looked in your dress, the way his hands itched to caress your curves drove him insane. And not to mention how everytime you’d politely laugh at whatever your coworker was saying, your boobs would jiggle like they were purposely trying to taunt him. If Jungkook had his way, he would’ve taken you in the restaurant bathroom by now, but he promised before you two left to be good. But you just make it so, so hard for him.

“_____? Oh my god, how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages!” You turn to see the source of the familiar voice only to find an old friend from high school. “Chris? Holy shit I didn’t know you worked here! I’m good, it feels like we haven’t talked in forever,” you say cheerily. Jungkook slightly furrows his brow, Chris? You never mentioned a Chris before. As he watched the two of you catch up, he couldn’t help but notice the dark look in Chris’ eye. The way he seemed to look down at your breasts and ass more than he did your eyes. He knew exactly what that look meant, and he had no intention of watching him continue on with it. What especially irritated him was how naive you seemed to be to it. How could you not see that Chris wasn’t listening to a word you said? But the last straw was seeing him lean in for a hug and watching his hands slowly but surely make their way to your lower back, dangerously close to your ass.

“Ok that’s enough,” Jungkook said gruffly. He tugged you out of his arms and swiftly pulled you along out of the restaurant. “Jungkook what the fuck?” You were honestly surprised he was handling you like this, who the fuck does he think he is to be gripping on your arm like you’re some kind of bad child?

“Get in the car,” he says sternly. He must’ve lost his damn mind. “Excuse me?” Where was this coming from? Just a second ago he seemed fine, why is he acting so pissy all of a sudden? “What the fuck is your problem Jungkook? What are you so mad about?” you ask desperately. He says nothing as he opens the passenger’s door and waits for you to get in. You scoff and sit down, rolling your eyes while doing so. He always hated when you rolled your eyes at him, and frankly, it was pissing him off even more. But it’s ok. He knows how to get that little bratty attitude you had to go away.

He gets into his seat and takes a deep breath. “So. You and Chris seem close huh,” he says calmly. You raise a brow and look at him with utter confusion. “Uh no, not really. I haven’t talked to him since I graduated,” you reply. He gives a huff of laughter and shakes his head. “Then why exactly was he giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes baby?” Realistically he knows he’s being overdramatic. Chris was obviously being a creep and you just so happened to be the person he set his eyes on. But Jungkook’s been annoyed the whole night, and it seemed like this was the catalyst for his patience.

“How should I know? It’s not like I was purposely trying to seduce him!” you say exasperatedly. This is ridiculous! Does he think you wanted to make him jealous or something? For what? He was making zero sense right now, and all it was doing was making you angry.

You two went back and forth for what couldn’t be more than 10 minutes before saying something you knew you should’ve never said. “Fuck Jungkook, why are you being such a little bitch right now,” you exclaim, annoyed. His eyes widen slightly before his entire face hardens. You’ve never seen him look so serious. “Come here.” He leans his seat back slightly and looks at you expectantly. “Baby I-“ “I wasn’t asking,” he interrupts. You’re so fucked.

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“Fuu-uu-uuuck m’ sorry! M’ so sorry!” you cry out into the steadily rocking car. Jungkook grips your hips tight as he pulls you up and down on his fat dick. “Sorry? Oh, but I thought I was a bitch? What happened baby?” he grunts. This is exactly what he needed. He's been pent up ever since he got home and he needed to pound into this tight cunt to relieve all this pent-up stress he’s been feeling.

“N-no! Didn’t mean it I promise daddy, promise!” Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. You’re so fucking close. He’s hitting your g-spot with precision, angling his hips in just the right way to take you over the edge. His big, strong hands move down to your behind and grab each globe. He holds you still and pistons into you with an ever-growing speed.

“Don’t give this pussy to anyone else, do you hear me? he pants as he throws his head back in ecstasy. “Whose pussy is this?” he questions. “It’s yours, daddy! Yours yours yours, no one else’s!” you moan out. His moans start raising in pitch as he works his throbbing length in and out of you. Your wetness staining his dress pants and his seat. “Uhhhh fuckkk I’m almost there princess I’m right there hold on baby,” he babbles.

You bring your hands to the back of his neck to lift his head to yours, making sure those pretty doe eyes of his look directly into yours. “C'mon, daddy. Cum in your pussy,” you say seductively. His eyes shut tightly as he lets out a loud whine. His hips still and press into you as deep as your walls will allow him as he paints them white. Feeling his warmth overflow from inside of you triggers your orgasm right away, you tuck your head into his neck as you sob and shake.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you and kisses your head repeatedly as you both breathe heavily and try to bring yourselves down from the intense moment. He squeezes you into his arms as if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t have a strong hold on you. His kisses go down to your face where he peppers them all over your cheeks and lips, whispering how much he loves you and how good you were for him.

“I love you so much ____ please don’t ever leave me,” he whimpers into your mouth. You pull away and look at him incredulously. “Baby…why would I leave you?” you ask softly. “I just…I don't know. I guess I got a little insecure back at the restaurant. I know it's stupid but, for a second it really seemed like I was losing you.” he explains sadly. You frown and give him a long, heartfelt kiss. “Koo baby, I don't even think about anyone else when I have you. You're all I need.” He blushes and grants you his precious bunny smile.

“My big jealous baby, you know I love you.” ♡

[alixmarauders]

Balance is key | Regulus Black x fem! reader

Regulus Black x clumsy fem! reader who has a crush on him

fluff

word count: 1.1 k words

part 1, part 2

Saturday came, and you had never felt more stressed in your life.

Lily sat on your bed, chuckling lightly. “Evans, you’re not helping me, you know? What do I wear?” In your arms you held three different sundresses. “What if I’m overdressed? And it’s so late, I have to be there by noon!”

“Y/N, please, it’s eight a.m.. You still have four hours, and you just have to choose an outfit and shower”

“Oh, my, God, I only have four hours? What do you mean I have four hours? I’m showing up to my first date with the love of my life looking like a troll? I’m so, so fucked, Regulus is never going to like me!”

She held your shoulders in her hands. “First of all, you will be ready in two hours maximum. Second of all, Regulus asked you out on a date, not the other way around, so I think he’s as nervous as you. You are gorgeous, please stop stressing, you’re giving me a headache, okay?” You nodded. “Now, for the outfit: it’s a picnic, so I think the sundress would look great, what about this one?” She picked up the one dress you forgot about, the pink one with little daisies drawn all over, which happened to be the best dress you got.

“You are an angel, you know that?” She chuckled. “Yeah, yeah now go change”

You sat near the Black Lake, stressing. You didn’t know if Regulus wanted to pick you up from your dorm, so you just thought it would be best to wait for him there. Except, you didn’t know if you were in the right place, given the fact that the lake had so many different picnic spots, you just prayed that Regulus thought of the same spot as you.

Now that you were thinking about it, it would have been better to wait for him outside of his dorm, but then you would have looked like a stalker. What if he didn’t find you? Or worse, what if he offered a date out of pity, and now he wasn’t going to show up? It was a quarter past noon, and he was nowhere to be seen.

As you were about to get up, you saw a dishevelled Regulus running in your direction, a picnic basket in his hand and a bouquet on the other, making you take a breath of relief. “Y/N! I went to your dorm” He paused, taking a deep breath. “And asked for you” Now he sounded like he was struggling to breath.

“Oh my God, please take a seat before you-“ As you were about to stand, you stepped over your dress, making you fall face first on the ground. “Hmpf” You exchanged a look with Regulus, and then you both started wheezing.

“What” A fit of giggle interrupted you. “What a disastrous start”

Regulus was now clenching his belly. It was kind of a vision seeing him like this, given the fact that you’ve never heard him laugh properly, only chuckle, and the fact that you were the one to see him like this made you feel butterflies in your belly.

After you calmed down, he sat next to you. “I was trying to say that I went to your dorm, but you were nowhere to be found. I thought it was obvious that I was going to pick you up. Anyways, fortunately I saw James, who told me that you were so stressed, you decided to come here by yourself. It was noon when I found this out, so I decided to just sprint to the lake, why did you choose this spot anyways? It’s a miracle I found you, it’s so isolated”

You found his rambling a bit confusing, but most of all cute. “I thought you were going to be waiting here for me, and I didn’t want to make you feel like I stood you up. Only when I sat here I realized that this might not be the best idea I’ve ever had”

He chuckled. “Let’s say I should have told you that we were coming here together. Here are your flowers” You blushed, and when you took a proper look, squealed. “Pink tulips!? They are my favourite; how did you know?” You hugged them to your chest.

“I asked Sirius, of course, who asked James, who asked Lily. Glad you like them” This made you blush so hard, you knew Regulus must have noticed: and he did. “You’re so cute when you get this flustered, you know?” He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, not helping you at all.

As you were about to cover your face with your hands, you accidentally hit his nose.

“Oh, my God I’m so sorry, why do I have to be this clumsy? Let me just kiss it better” As you put your lips on his nose, you cringed internally: you were making a fool of yourself, again.

There was a moment in which you both looked at eachother, you were waiting for his reaction wide-eyed. “Now, love, does that mean that I have to get punched in the face to have you kissing my lips, or is this date sufficient?”

“What- I…” Your brain wasn’t cooperating, but who could have blamed you? Your all time crush was hinting that he wanted to kiss you. “Do you want to kiss? Because I would love to kiss you. Oh, shit, why do I have to make everything so weird- and why did I tell you this? It was supposed to stay in my head! Honestly, I would be embarrassed to date me-“ He interrupted you by kissing your lips softly, making you melt right into his touch. He slowly licked your lower lip, sinfully, making you gasp: truth was, this was your first kiss, and you were kind of lost.

You pondered for a minute whether you had to inform him or not, but as the kiss went on, you progressively panicked. “Sorry Reg, this was my first kiss”

He didn’t look surprised, which made you even more self-conscious. “Love, I know that. Just relax and let me do the work, mh-mh? And don’t go shy on me now, it’s a normal thing to not have kissed anyone else at eighteen, the fact that you chose to me to be your first is doing wonders to my ego”

He cradled your head once again, kissing you softly, this time you followed his lead, you felt his smile against your lips.

At the end of the day, your clumsiness wasn’t that bad.

TAGS: @call-me-mishi

[piningforstan]

Too Sweet

Summary: Stan has lied and cheated and fought his whole life, and he’s not exactly sure when he had time to do whatever it took to deserve you.

Pairings: Stanley Pines x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mention of an age gap, suggestive adult content but nothing graphic, fluff with some light angst

A/N: Inspired by Hozier’s song by the same name!! I seriously need an edit of Stan to it

Also, an age gap LI with Stan (like they’re in their 30s or 40s) just really does something to me. Stan mentions “women” once in the story but otherwise I wrote it with the intent of being GN.

A shift of the mattress roused him from his fitful sleep. Stan cracked open an eye. The flickering alarm clock told him that he’s only been asleep for a few hours, he vaguely remembered creeping into the bedroom sometime after three. Dreaming peacefully then, free of punishing nightmares, you now stood with your back to him, stretching your arms up over your head.

His gaze traveled appreciatively from your head to the slip of skin revealed by your t-shirt lifted ever so slightly. Pale morning light slanted into the room in thin bars thrown across your face. You hum to yourself as you pull on your bathrobe and shuffle into the bathroom, Stan watching you from heavy lidded eyes the entire time.

A groan climbed up his throat. He threw one arm over his face.

What was he doing?

He didn’t miss the time when he would wake up alone, head muddled by alcohol. He missed the time when he did not feel so goddamn guilty. Your presence reminded him constantly that you were too…good for him. He had lived a long, shitty life and it never bother him — his decisions, his lifestyle — when he was by himself. But now you were here.

Not only were you younger than him, you had never done a fucking bad thing in your life. You went to bed at a decent time and always woke up early to watch the sunrise, you faced everything with unflinching enthusiasm. You smiled and laughed and danced without inhibition or regret. And, worst of all, you looked at him and loved him in spite of his mistakes and wrongdoings.

When the bathroom door opened he quickly pretended to be asleep again, the knot in his stomach tightening as you stopped to press a kiss on his cheek on your way out.

By the time he actually woke up, he didn’t even want to acknowledge the time, Stan shuffled into the kitchen to find his family immersed in a heated debate. Mable stood on her chair with Waddles on the table, gesticulating wildly while you and Dipper argued with her.

Upon spotting Stan, Mable cried out, “Grunkle Stan! We need your help.”

Stan scratched his chin. “What is it, kid?”

“If Waddles was going to wear pants —”

“They would be like this, right?” You intervened before Mable could finish, drawing a line around the pig’s midsection then gesturing towards his back half. Dipper nodded, signaling his approval.

“No, no, no, no,” Mable said, “it would be this way. To cover all his wittle wegs.”

She indicated the imaginary pants around his entire body, covering the entirety of his lower half. Stan stared in disbelief as the debate lapsed into an argument once more.

“I need coffee,” he grunted.

Without even stopping, you pressed a steaming mug into his hand, then raised your eyebrows expectantly.

Stan sighed. “Why is the pig wearing pants? That lucky son of a gun has been naked since the day he was born.”

“Just hypothetically,” Dipper said.

Turns out, Stan’s opinion wasn’t actually needed. Rather, you and the twins set to speculating about the possibility of pig pants without including him. Eventually he just collapsed into one of the ancient chairs and sipped his coffee, willing his headache to go away. He noted affectionately how passionate you were about this topic of choice, always ready to leap into whatever strange scheme his family concocted.

After some time Mabel loudly exclaimed that she was going to knit pants for Waddles to “prove everyone wrong!” and the debate dispersed. Dipper stormed off muttering, leaving Stan alone with you.

You looked still deep in thought as you collected your own now cold coffee and sat back down. You poured in about half the container of sugary creamer.

“You should’ve been on my side,” you sniffed. Stan knew by the hint of a smile on your mouth — god, your mouth — that you were teasing.

“My policy is always no pants,” Stan said. “No doubt about it. No pants.”

You rolled your eyes. “Clearly.”

Stan shifted in his seat, grinning at you. He never bothered putting on pants in the morning, just his reliable ol’ boxers.

“Hey, you’re lucky I’ve got these on. Anyways, you weren’t complaining last night by —”

“FORD!” You quickly exclaimed.

Stan’s grin only grew more pronounced as his brother strode into the room. If Ford had heard the tail end of your conversation, he didn’t mention it. More often than not Sixer was so completely in his own world that he barely knew he had company.

Stan liked how your cheeks were still pink as you bid Ford good afternoon. Afternoon. Fuck.

Panic spiraled through him.

“I’ve got a tour to give —”

You waved your hand while sipping your coffee. “I rescheduled it for…” you consulted your phone, “thirty minutes from now. Better hurry, old man.”

“Thanks, kid. You really saved my bacon.”

“Again,” Ford muttered.

Stan shot him a glare but still hurried out of the kitchen to get changed. He glimpsed Mabel in the living room, crisscrossed on the carpet, measuring Waddles for his pants. The pig snorted pleadingly in Stan’s direction.

“Women,” Stan said, “always making guys like us put on pants.”

Stan would have to be his brother to count on his fingers how many times you anticipated something he needed. The coffee. The tour. A distraction for the tourist when the googly eye of one of the exhibits popped off. A redeeming interpretation of his reaction to Waddles’ pants after spitting out his beer. Then, to top it all off at the end of the day, encircling your arms around his middle and sagging into him. His heart surged with profound emotion.

“Ah, c’mere, kid,” he mumbled against your hair. You smelled like home.

Stan held you tight. Too many times he had let the good things in his life go, slip right through his grip. He was determined not to lose you too.

He fumbled to find the words he’s been meaning to tell you all day. “I, um…thank you. For today.”

For every day.

The words stuck in his throat.

“For what?” You blinked at him. The need to protect you, to preserve your happiness and well-being, seized him so strongly that it took him several moments to compose himself.

“Ya know.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Saving my ass. Yer, uh, too sweet for me. Ya know what I mean?”

How many more times would he say ya know? Did he know any other words?

Your face lights up anyways. “I love your ass. I will always save it. Don’t want anything happening to it.” You squeezed said ass playfully and he smirked in response. “But seriously, Stan, you don’t have to thank me. I love you. That’s what you do for someone you love.”

Stan bristled. No matter how long he had been with you, after several months of skittering around each other, he wouldn’t get used to those words leaving your mouth. His parents had never uttered them, nor his brother. Hell, he rarely said it, can only remember saying them to you.

If he ever said them to anyone else — any past lovers or ex-wives — it was in a placating nature, never like this. Never real.

“Anyway, you do lots of things for me too,” you tell him.

“Do I?”

You lay your head back on his chest. “I always fall asleep before you do and you always make sure to tuck me in and refill my water when you come in. You make me laugh and you make me feel safe.”

You kept listing examples but truthfully he had stopped listening. Stan realized he did do these things, things that he didn’t even think about doing, he just did.

“—maybe you’re just too sweet for me,” you finish, drawing him back.

“Ha!” Stan laughs. Hopefully it’s more convincing than it sounds to his own ears, self-deprecating instead of secretly pleased. “Better not let anyone else hear you say that or I’d have to give them a knuckle sandwich.”

“THEY FIT!”

You closed your mouth. Whatever you were going to say is swallowed by the sounds of Mabel’s excitement. Stan smiled at you as you grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the sound of Mabel’s demands — come here! come here! — and Waddles in his new pants.

He committed everything about you to memory as you stooped down to admire Waddle and commend Mabel for her hard work. Stan knew that you would fit in perfectly with his family. He never would’ve guessed that someday he couldn’t imagine his family without you in it, couldn’t even conjure a day without you there.

Maybe you were too sweet for him.

But he was sweet on you.

[secretobsessionstuff]

it’s so good to have you back! i have an idea for a potential future blair fic. what if blair comes down with a nasty stomach virus compounded with a migraine while on a road trip to somewhere important with dakota? maybe she thinks it’s just a migraine and then well.. shit gets real *no pun intended* haha. it doesn’t have to be a road trip, if that doesn’t inspire anything for you, but maybe somewhere where she can’t get away that easily? no worries if you aren’t interested and if you are, take your time! 😊

Thanks for the no pressure! It helped a lot as I try to get back into this. I wasn't sure if the "pun" meant no scat lol, so there's just emeto. I hope it's okay...don't know how I feel about it. Maybe typos maybe not...but probably typos.

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Blair thought her headache would fade once they left her parents’ house. Seeing her extended family for Easter was always a joy, but she could do without the noise from the little ones. At first, the squealing and giggling upon finding an Easter egg was cute. Inevitably, the happy laughs turned into fits of crying and tantrums when the celebration was over. Though the children weren’t happy to be leaving, Blair had to admit she was looking forward to a silent car ride home with Dakota. 

Two hours into the four-hour drive, and her headache had morphed into a migraine. She succumbed to the pain a while ago by leaning the passenger seat back as far as it would go. Her sweater lay over her eyes to block out the daylight. She wrapped her arms together in an attempt to sooth herself, but it was Dakota’s soft voice that did most of the work. 

“Is it just as bad?” he asked, brushing a hand over her knee. In times of crisis like this, Blair liked to kick off her shoes and sit cross legged. Maybe if she made herself smaller, the pain would shrink as well. 

But no, the pain pushed against the walls of her body. Hey eyes threatened to explode from the pressure; her belly whined to the beat of the blood pumping in her ears. Misery loved company, so her head seemed to have invited her stomach to join the party. 

“It’s getting worse,” she mumbled and shifted uncomfortably in the small space. The bumpy ride did nothing to ease her aches. Every bounce and turn jostled her like Jello. She imagined her brain jiggling against her skull in time with her roiling tummy. “Can you go slower?” 

“Gosh, babe, if I drive any slower, we might make it home by Christmas.” Dakota’s eyes squinted in the sunlight. Keeping his eyes on the road hardly mattered when they were going 40 in an 80, and there were no other cars along the country road. He set the cruise control to the snail-like pace so that he could give his fiancée more of his attention. “If I hold out my arm like this, you can lean against me.” 

Blair just groaned and sat up straight in the seat. The sweater fell from her face, making her wince at the harsh light. At the same time, the car rolled in and out of a pothole. Her stomach rose in her throat. “Really? You couldn’t have gone around that?” Her tone was as acidic as the liquid that burned her esophagus. 

“I’m doing my best, Bee.” Dakota took his hand off her leg. “I know you don’t feel well, but don’t get mad at me just ‘cause I’m the only one here.”

That hurt. Not as much as the sword through her head, but it stung nonetheless. “I’m sorry,” she said, miserably wrapping her arms around her midriff. “I just feel sick to my stomach, and this bumpy ass road is not helping.” 

Dakota opened his mouth to provide comfort, but Blair was not finished. 

“And the sun is so fucking bright, and what is that horrible smell? It’s like burning rubber.” Blair pouted. “Why does everything in the universe hate me?” 

Dakota gave her a lopsided smile. “Well, I’m in the universe and I don’t hate you.” 

Blair scoffed and cracked a small grin. “Stop being adorable. I’m dying here.” She had to admit, his joke allowed some tension to ease off her shoulders. She wasn’t alone and everything wasn’t terrible. There were many things that were terrible, but her partner was not one of them. “…Thank you.” 

“Aw, you know I just want you to feel better.” Dakota reached his hand out to rub her belly. “I’m sorry this migraine came at such a bad time. It’s making you feel sick?” 

She nodded. “The nausea is bad this time. Usually I can ignore it.” 

Dakota must have let the Easter bunny take the wheel while he scanned her face. “You do look very pale. Are you going to throw up, you think?” 

She shook her head, then immediately regretted the decision. “I hope not. I’ll try to fall back to sleep so that doesn’t happen.” 

Ironically, it was the nausea that kept her from sleeping. The pain in her head swelled with her bloated belly. All that chocolate coated her insides in a thick layer of gooey slime. When she began to burp, the taste of Terry’s chocolate orange made her gag. 

Blair was alert now. With wide eyes, she clamped a hand over mouth. She forced down two more burps or else she knew Dakota’s car would be ruined in seconds. “Babe—” she began, feeling a tightness in her throat that pinched her words “—Pull over. I need to be sick.” 

Without hesitation or issue, Dakota brought the car to a stop. "Wow sleep did not happen, eh?"

What a stupid time to ask a question.

Blair threw the door open with just enough time to lean over and burp wetly over the ground. She gagged, bringing up a small wave of vomit. It was mostly coffee from the afternoon. The bitter flavour clung to her tongue, but it would not stick around for long because there was much in her stomach to get up.

"I'm right here," Dakota said with a hand on her back. "You're okay." Blair leaned further out of the car with the next heave, nearly falling onto the grass. He caught her arm. "Oh, maybe you're not. Hold on, I'm coming around."

He turned off the car and jogged to the other side. Luckily there were no cars with them on the road. If Blair wanted privacy, she picked the right place to lose her lunch.

Her lunch was fertilizing the grass. Hopefully the open field would thrive on half digested chocolate, coffee, and cubes of cheese that were no longer in the shape of cubes.

She coughed and burped in between waves. "Ugh, Kota, help..." She reached out for him and allowed him to help her out of the car. They staggered like drunken lovers until their knees met the earth.

"I got you." Dakota held onto her shoulder and pulled her hair away from her face. "You're doing good."

"...my head..."

"I know." Dakota kissed her forehead. His lips met unexpectedly warm skin

"...my tummy..."

"I know." Dakota did not lean down to kiss her tummy because the organ chose that moment to convulse again. He heard a gurgling sound in Blair's throat before she pitched forward and heaved a mostly-liquid bout of sick onto the ground. Dakota rubbed her back. "Oh my Bee."

Blair fed the flowers one more time, shedding tears from the force of each retch. The vomiting released pressure from her head but did nothing to ease her belly; it only reinforced the ache that dwelled in her gut.

Dakota's lips still tingled from the heat of the kiss. He knew then that he had to get her home fast. They would need to go much faster than they had been, but at least a bed would be waiting. Blair couldn't suffer like this while on the road.

The universe agreed that Blair should not be in the car.

When Dakota went to start the car again, the engine gave a mighty good try, but failed. Dakota swore under his breath and spared a glance at Blair who still sat in front of a puddle of sick in the grass.

"No, please, no." He took the key out and tried again. "Come, on come on."

The engine tried, and tried, and...nothing. It was just as fatigued and sick as his girl. He called the doctor for only one of the patients.

Defeated, Dakota returned to Blair's side. By the looks of it, she hadn't thrown up again. He sat down next to her with a dejected sigh. "I have bad news."

"I heard."

They both sighed and sat unmoving on the grass. Blair's gaze was lost in her thoughts or maybe her pain. Dakota's gaze never left her. Her red cheeks, grey lips, and dark eyes worried him. He reached out silently with the back of his hand to touch her forehead.

Blair looked up at him with glassy eyes. "More bad news?"

"Yeah." He scooted closer to her and kissed the side of her head. "Remember when I got an infection while camping and got a really bad fever?" Her expression told him that she remembered, though not fondly. "This might be something like that, at least until the tow truck arrives."

"I knew the migraine was different this time. I just don't understand where this bug came from."

"You were around children all weekend. What do you expect?"

• • •

Blair slept in the backseat of the car while Dakota kept watch. She put her head in his lap and tried to ignore the gurgling in her tummy. Again, Dakota came to the rescue and gently rubbed the warm skin of her belly.

He wasn't sure how long he traced circles and lines over her stomach, but it was long enough for the sun to begin setting. He made a game out of spelling different words with his fingertips. In invisible ink, he wrote words like 'love' and 'Blair' and 'dildo'.

Occasional gurgles emanated from her belly. Dakota worried that Blair would bolt upright and tell him to pull over as if the day would repeat itself. But she stayed asleep. Her expression softened in her slumber.

Amazingly, she only woke up when Dakota moved to greet the tow truck driver. With the plan settled, he returned to the car.

"Honey." Dakota shook her awake. "We're going home now."

By the time Blair came to her senses, the car was ready to be hitched to the truck.

This was bad. Blair paced along the road, bitting her nails. She watched the car be lifted partially off its wheels. This was very bad. The driver spoke to Dakota and then went into the truck. Very very bad.

Sleep was good, but her belly did not like being awake. Suddenly the nausea came rushing back. The headache was gone, but the virus had nowhere near run its course.

"Babe, you ready?" Dakota called. She did not move. He came closer. "Honey, are you alright?"

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head. "I'm going to throw up in the car. I can't. I feel really sick again."

"Okay, okay, no worries." Dakota tried to calm her down. "I'll explain the situation to the driver and he'll understand."

Something wet and horrid squirmed in Blair's stomach; it was the dread of driving in a gross truck while feeling like this. But it was also the very real bug that filled her throat with nausea.

"Please don't make me do this, Kota." She covered her mouth to hide a wet burp, but she could not keep the moan from escaping. "I don't feel good."

She was losing colour by the second. Dakota felt like he was approaching a timid animal. "Okay, we can wait. It's fine."

"I don't like this. I don't wanna--urp--throw up again." She paced with her hand glued tightly to her mouth. Her legs shook and her back spasmed with the need to lurch forward. She felt the gag rising from the pit of her belly.

Dakota touched her arm. "Baby, just let yourself be sick. The man can wait. And if you need to throw up in the truck, just do it. I'll tip him well."

She shook her head.

"I'm right here. Nothing bad is going to happen." He started to gather her hair in his hand. "That's it. Lean over. I've got you." She moved her hand away and retched emptily. It was like her belly was shy as well. "Let it happen, Bee."

Maybe it was Dakota's hand on her back or the fact that she wanted this day to be over, but Blair gave in to her need. She relaxed her muscles just long enough for them to squeeze tight once more when the sick came rushing out of her mouth.

"Good job," Dakota said. "Five stars. Encore."

Blair gave an encore, not that she could help it. She would not have given it five stars.

In the end, Dakota's encouragements are what saved the day. She felt secure enough in her tummy to get in the tow truck. Dakota did indeed explain the situation just in case, but it was not needed. Nor was the bag needed. Thank God. The truck had three seats in the front. Blair hid herself behind Dakota who took the middle. It was a long drive, but a clean one.

"I'm sorry this happened, Blair," Dakota said softly when they were five minutes from their house. "How are you feeling, now?"

"Better maybe." She squeezed his arm. "Thanks for being the one thing in the universe that is right."

[icequeenlila]

The door was opened without much enthusiasm and Bradley stood before him, fully dressed now, an annoyed look on his face.

“Why do you have so many friends?”, he grumbled.

Max chuckled at the pout on his face. Bradley probably wasn’t doing it on purpose, but he looked fucking cute.

“Because of my massive charm, I guess”, he answered, stepping closer towards Bradley, watching his face closely as he evaded his space once more.

Apart from Bradley’s eyes widening in slight surprise there was no sign of discomfort to be found in his pretty features. So, Max reached out, hands on the boy’s hips, pulling him in against him.

“Heard I have a lot of that”, he smirked up at Bradley.

Max would never grow tired of watching Bradley’s cheeks fill with heat whenever they came close. But despite his obvious nervousness Bradley huffed out a soft laugh, his arms coming up and circling around Max’ neck, his body sliding against his, fitting perfectly. And just like that Max felt high again.

“Mmh yeah, heard of that too”, Bradley said as their noses brushed together. “Makes you even more annoying.”

Max chuckled softly at that, feeling his lips brush against Bradley’s. There it was again, that feeling of utter warmth, pure joy as he held the boy of his dreams inside his arms.

And there were the cheesy thoughts again. Max couldn’t care less.

“So, I’m annoying now?”, Max teased, lightly pinching Bradley’s hip.

He was delighted at the way Bradley yelped and jumped inside his arms, but he held him in place, pulling him back in.

“Getting cheeky, are we?”, Max smiled against Bradley’s lips.

“And that’s coming from you?”, Bradley hissed, and Max felt his fingers dig into his upper back.

Max laughed low in his throat. He could feel the movement of Bradley’s lips without touching them yet, their breath mixing, warm and moist and intoxicating.

Max could feel his guts pull tight, his eyelids growing heavier with every passing second. He felt the pull towards Bradley, like gravity was driving him towards him, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And maybe Bradley felt it too. Max felt the boy’s weight grow heavier against him as he leaned in closer, he noticed Bradley’s breath growing heavier against his own lips, his fingers softly clawing at the fabric of his shirt.

“Max”, he breathed warm against his lips.

And Max was a goner. Eyes slipping shut he leaned in ever so slightly and they finally met. Bradley’s lips were soft and warm and soft and warm and damn he felt like he was floating. Bradley made the most beautiful sounds whenever their lips touched. Little broken whimpers, almost inaudible but loud and beautiful in Max’ ears.

This was heaven. Max had died and gone to heaven. He’d never felt like this ever. Lightheaded and grounded at the same time. His heart racing a hundred miles per hour while feeling calm and at ease. His ears and head buzzing as if he was getting a headache, but there was no pain, just pure, tingly joy spreading from his chest and through his entire body.

They moved in their very own rhythm, their lips sliding against each other in ease, like they’d been doing nothing else their entire life. The steady rise and sink of their breath utterly synchronized.

He could taste Bradley. The slight saltiness of his skin, the last ghost of sugary orange clinging to his soft, soft lips. Max gently pressed the tip of his tongue against Bradley’s lower lip to chase the taste, causing him to jump once more, the most beautiful gasp falling from his lips.

Max couldn’t help but smile against him, smiling as he kept kissing and kissing and kissing Bradley. But he didn’t use his tongue again, the small part of his mind that was still thinking rationally knowing that he couldn’t push Bradley too fast. That he had to be careful with him, even if he seemed to enjoy Max’ advances.

He had waited to be able to hold him like this, to touch him like this, to kiss him like this. Max could wait a whole lot longer. He had Bradley inside his arms now, and he would rather throw himself down a skate ramp than scaring the boy away now.

In the end it was Bradley breaking the kiss, again, softly throwing back his head to catch his breath, and again Max leaned in to press a breathy kiss to his chin and then to his jaw, just below his ear.

Bradley giggled, still wildly out of breath. “You’re gonna suffocate me one of these days.”

Max huffed out a laugh, gazing up at the boy dreamily. “We’re gonna have to work on your endurance.”

Bradley scoffed, looking back at Max with an amused twinkle inside his eyes. “Are you insulting my athletic skills?”

“I wouldn’t dare”, Max said with a wide grin on his lips. God, he felt tingly all over. “Just saying we could up our kissing game.”

Bradley’s forehead wrinkled at that, another breathy laugh escaping him, and Max was captivated once more. Bradley’s lips were pink and slightly swollen from their kiss. He felt his stomach drop at the realization.

“You’re so pretty”, he breathed, already leaning in again.

“Huh?” Bradley’s eyes went a little cross eyed as he tried to follow Max’ gaze, but he didn’t budge when he felt him lean in again.

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From chapter 7 of 'Good Luck, Babe!' on ao3.

[jungle-angel]

Putting It All Together (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Rhett sighed in frustration as he tried to fit the little rails together. It would have been a hell of alot easier if he and Royal could've just built it in the woodshed, sparing them from an unholy headache.

"You need some help?" you chirped.

"I need a drink," Rhett chuckled.

You laughed too, wondering if today had been the right day to put the crib together. Your boys were only three months away from being born but already you could see the changes that were happening around the ranch. The leaves had begun to fall while you and Rhett had found need to switch out the summer sheets and quilts even though August was nearing its end. It wouldn't be long before Amy started preschool at the outdoor-forest school where you taught and Hannah wouldn't be too far behind her.

The heavy clunking of boots coming up the stairs and the gravely groan that followed, signaled the arrival of your father-in-law. "Jeebus fuck," he remarked. "You two still workin on that thing?"

"It wasn't even our idea Dad," Rhett answered.

Royal thought for a moment. "Gimme one minute," he said.

You and Rhett each gave each other a look, wondering what hair-brained scheme your father-in-law was plotting at that very moment. You and Rhett both kept working at trying to put the crib together for at least another hour until Royal and Cecelia were heard coming back down from the attic.

"Hey," Royal said, poking his head in the door. "C'mere."

Rhett helped you up first, taking care to make sure you took things slow and didn't hurt yourself. Out into the hall and down the stairs you went, into the living room where you were greeted by the sight of your mother-in-law and your girls.

"SURPRISE!!!!!" Amy and Hannah both shouted.

You and Rhett were astonished to find that Royal and Cecelia had brought down an older looking crib that had been made from old, knotty pine logs but still smelled of the fresh cut wood from which it had been made.

"Oh my God, Roy where did you find this?!" you asked excitedly.

"Kept it up in the attic for years," Royal answered. "It was Rhett's when he was a baby. I gave away the one we used for Perry to the church. My dad helped me build this one."

One look at Rhett's face and you thought he would cry. It was things like these that had mean the world to him, especially coming from his father.

"Dad thank you," Rhett croaked.

"Don't think anything of it son," Royal told him, drawing him into a tight hug. "You and (y/n) have done so much to take care of Amy. It's time some of us started paying it forward."

Royal and Rhett hauled the heavy crib up to Rhett's room, carefully placing it at the foot of the bed. It was hard to believe that thirty some odd years ago, it held a tiny little baby that had grown into your husband and would soon hold your two little boys.

[athenasparrow]

“you left your underwear back at my place.” Jily

Because this made me laugh when I read it

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When Lily wakes up, it’s to a pounding headache and a bitter taste in her mouth that informs her – in a voice that sounds eerily like Petunia – that she shouldn’t have downed the five flaming vodka shots at the end of the night. But Marlene had already ordered them and it would’ve been such a waste.

Lily groans and reaches for her phone, determined to tell Marlene off for making her feel so damn horrible, but she's rather distracted by the message that blinks innocently at her on the screen.

Unknown: Hi : D You left your underwear at my place. Let me know when you're awake - I can drop them off.

Lily stares at the message...someone has obviously typed in the wrong number; it was hazy, but she remembers getting in the cab alone. And her underwear was still–

Oh no.

Lily frantically yanks up her dress, staring in horror at her very knickerless–

Lily: Who is this?

Had she shagged the cab driver? She couldn’t remember if he was cute or not. Oh god, what if she’d given in to the building super who had been hitting on her for months. He was like fifty! That would explain why he had her number. Shit, double shit. 

Lily: Is this Horace? 

Unknown: Wait, you're shagging Slughorn?

A wave of pure relief swept through Lily; she was not – thank god – shagging her super.

Lily: No! No more questions!

Who are you?

I’ve woken up with no knickers and am now checking the opening hours for my nearest chemist so I can go buy a fucking pregnancy test.

And get an STI screening!

I do not have time for games right now!

Tell me who you are and return my knickers at once!

Unknown:

Woah, hold on a sec

You don’t need a pregnancy test or an STI screening

At least not because of last night

Lily:

And how would you know that genius?

Unless you’re infertile and a virgin there’s a chance of both!

Again, who am I speaking with?????

Unknown: I am neither infertile nor a virgin

Lily: Then you don’t “know” shit, do you?

Unknown: But we did not have sex last night

Lily: Oh!

Unknown: And this is your neighbour, James

Lily: I don’t have a neighbour named James!

James: I beg to differ. Listen, can you answer your door?

Even with that warning, Lily still jumped when a sharp rap sounded in her apartment. She had quite a few things to say to this man! She didn’t have a neighbour named James; she would know, she’d been living in this apartment for three years. Alice and Frank lived down the hall – they were looking for a bigger place since the arrival of their little one – in number seven. Arabella – a lady who had more cats than square metres – lived in number six. Number five held a charming set of twins – Gideon and Fabian – who Lily was happy to flirt with every time they got mail at the same time. She was in number five and number four–

Oh no.

Lily doesn't have time to stop her hand as it reaches out in front of her and opens the door.

Fit bloke from number four.

He looks even more delicious and Lily is suddenly rather regretful he’d said they hadn’t shagged. But she’s distracted from that thought by the sudden assault of memories.

***

“Pads?” James calls, hearing the door slam shut. He barely glances up from his phone as he frowns at the latest next his mother’s sent him. 

He does jump up at the ensuing crash – and rather loud silence in place of his brother’s usual greeting – running to the hallway and greeted with a rather strange sight.

The beautiful redhead from number five is sprawled out on his floor and seems to be giving her shoe a rather harsh verbal lashing.

“What are you making me trip for, you stupid thing!”

“Are you sure it’s the shoe that made you trip and not the several glasses of whatever you’ve been drinking?” James interrupts with a laugh.

She spins around, obviously caught by surprise, before letting out a triumphant yell as she yanks one heel off, then the other, tossing them carelessly over her shoulder. James winces at the mark the first one leaves on his wall but decides it’s nothing when her second shoe narrowly misses the vase his mother had gifted him.

“I think you’re in the wrong apartment,” James says kindly. She looked quite plastered. “Would you like me to–”

“I’m not in the wrong apartment!” Lily interrupts confidently. “You’re fit-man!”

“I’m James actually?” James says, rather bewildered. “And if anyone is fit here, it’s you!”

The redhead looks rather delighted at his compliment. “That’s excellent that you think so! This will work rather nicely then!”

“What will work nic– Hey! What are you doing?” 

Jame thinks it’s a fair question since she’s hiked up her dress – he was not going to look – and was tugging her deep blue lacy knickers – no looking! – down her pale legs. 

“Well, how are we supposed to do it with them on?” The redhead says, shooting him a look that James thinks is supposed to mean duh when in reality, he’s quite far from understanding anything at the moment.

“It?” James asks, clearing his throat and happy she doesn't appear to notice he sounds like a frog.

“Don’t you know what sex is?” And now she’s giggling at him, bright and free and drunk.

“I know what sex is,” James feels the need to clarify. “But we can’t do it right now.” No matter how much I wish we could.

“Why not?” She demands, her eyes wide – and mesmerising – and horrified as she stares at him.

“Because you’re drunk,” James breaks to her gently, fighting back a laugh. “And I don’t even know your name.”

“Lily.” A pause. “I suppose it would be odd to have sex with me when you don’t know my name.”

James nods vigorously, glad she’s seeing some sense. Hopefully he can convince her to go back to her apartment so he doesn't have to keep telling his cock to stay the fuck down. 

“It’s a pity I’m drunk,” she tells him. “I was really hoping for an orgasm before bed, it really helps me sleep, you know?”

James chokes on the very air he was supposed to be breathing. He does know but he’s not going to tell her that. “I suppose you’ll have to sort that out yourself."

Lily heaves a long sigh like he’s announced Christmas has been cancelled. “Are you sure you can’t help me?” she pouts.

You’re sure James, he tells himself sternly. 

“I’m sure,” he confirms. “You’re drunk.” He says this out loud for his benefit as much as for hers.

“So you would help me if I wasn’t drunk?” 

I would bury my face between your legs and make you cum over and over again.

“Would love to,” James says instead. “If you still want to of course.”

“I’ll still want to,” Lily declares surely and James hopes so, but he won’t hold it against her if she doesn’t. “Oh no!”

“Oh no what?” 

“I’m going to be sick.”

Well shit. 

James scrambles to his feet, thankful the bathroom is in the hallway as he helps her stand and rushes her to the toilet. He holds her hair as she retches into the toilet and offers her a glass of water when she’s done. 

“Now I’ve ruined it” Lily sighs regretfully as she leans her cheek against the toilet seat.

“Ruined what?”

“My sexiness! This is decidedly un-sexy.”

He shouldn’t be flirting – she's drunk – but James can’t help but reassure her. “You could throw up in my toilet all day long and I’ll still think you're beautiful.”

“You would?”

“I would. But let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay? I think you could use some sleep.”

“You’re fit and nice. Do you think I could marry you someday?”

“How about we go on a sober date first,” James proposes, shoving aside the image of her in a white dress that his traitorous mind procures.

“If we must,” Lily hums, letting him pull her up. She grabs a pen off his console and – rather neatly, given how drunk she is – writes her number on his arm. “Now you can find me again!”

She looks so pleased with herself that James doesn’t remind her he only needs to walk three metres to her door. Instead, he grabs her shoes as he guides her out his door and down the hallway. When he sees her safely to bed – her eyes are already heavy – he slips out to leave her in peace. 

Damn. Her knickers.

He grins as he reaches into his pocket for his phone, typing in the numbers neatly scrawled on his arm.

James: Hi : D You left your underwear at my place…

[princessisfinethx]

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The only true thing to be said about yourself, was you were technically a God. Not literally. But in a cosmic, or comedic sense, yes. You were one of the main scientists who restored deceased soldiers' memories and brought them back to life as a recombinant(recom) as the soldiers called them. Stable bodies 100%, perfectly reanimated. You were damn good at it too

And like a God, your believers shot you out of the sky with greed in their eyes and fangs in their smiles.

You were promoted to main physician/doctor or Medical adviser for the Na'vi soldiers. Some bullshit terminology like that, they just needed some smart ass to babysit the blue cats in case they get colds. A fucking joke that was. You had already perfected their bodies to withstand more disease, more injury than humans or animals could. They were perfect. YOU made sure of that and everyone on your team knew that.

And here you are anyway.

You were scribbling away, glancing up once in a while to look at the clock. You have a new patient arriving soon and you only looked over the picture and title. Colonel. Copying down the last patient's file, just Incase she came back with any side effects. She reported headaches, weird visuals when she slept. That was normal with every patient and headaches were mostly due to stress build up. You were hoping to see her again today, she's always cracking awful jokes that made you chuckle.

As sick as it makes you feel, you actually took your job seriously. You hated being downgraded and you wished whoever higher ups made that decision for you, would get alien bird shit in their coffee. However, you didn't hate it. Not really. You had patients you looked forward to every day, sure there was maybe one or two that gave you hell, really it's the human guys but everyone else respected you. Truly. They haven't forgotten your birthday yet either. You have pictures with most of the recom soldiers and it really made you feel good.

A thought crossed your mind, something that made that good feeling drop. You glanced down at your cabinets, seeing the lock and sighing. You haven't sent anything out yet, you'd hope they could last a few more-

Knock knock knock.

You jumped and stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in your pants and shirt. "Come in." You watch the door open, and a tall blue figure ducking into the doorframe to fit inside. He looked at you, then around the office as he got inside. You smiled softly. "Good to see you moving around so early. Most get sick for another hour." You held your hand out. "I'm Dr. Linear."

He was still looking around. "What is this, like a principal's office?" He laughed softly. When he finally looked down at you, he bent down to shake your hand. "No disrespect to you Doctor. It's just nicer than most offices I've seen." he spots the pictures behind you. "Lotta personal touches." That american accent touched his voice.

You had a tight smile on. "Well when you work my position for a while, you grow close to your patients. In this environment it's easy to get the life drained out of you. I find a personal touch eases a lot of people in a state of comfort." You sit back down. "Not too comfortable though. Those chairs aren't cozy for Na'vi." You noticed his face as he sat, even his tail seemed irritated. He glanced at you again and smiled. "Colonel Miles Quaritch, correct?" You flipped his file open and read over a few lines. "We won't go over personal details yet, I just want to make sure you're feeling okay."

He never stopped staring at you. You weren't uncomfortable with it, but it made you wonder what he was thinking. Most soldiers need a few minutes to get accustomed to their new height and how things feel or look around them. You did hear he got to rest for an hour. He probably hasn't seen a human for this long yet. When he didn't say anything else, you continued. "A few yes or no questions. If you're unsure of one, just say unsure. Any nausea or dizziness?"

"No."

"Muscle spasms or twitches."

"Slightly, in the legs." He watched you write in your notes.

"Unusual bleeding?"

"No."

"Cough or vomiting?"

"No."

"Since it's only been about 3 hours, we'll have to wait a while before I can ask anything else." You close the book and stand, taking your flashlight with you. "Mind showing me where the spasm is?" He reaches down and lifts his pants leg. You kneel down and feel the muscle in his leg.

"Below the knee," he watches. "It stopped an hour ago." You nod and stand up again. You motion him closer, placing a hand on his cheek and checking his eyes, flashing a light for a minute and watching his pupils dilate. His ears perking up and down, and again, his tail flicked side to side. A smile touches your lips. "You'll get used to the tail, the ears though," You place the pen light down. "I think it's in touch with emotion and it's a downside that comes with the new body. That should be everything for now. Any questions or concerns you want to discuss with me before you start physical training?"

Miles was staring at you hard, his jaw flexing and you even saw his tail swing a few times. He had a lot to say, smart remarks he decided to keep to himself, until he can understand you better. His ears perk up and he smiles. "Sure." He stood up, crossing his arms. "Not to start any fires, but if you hate your job, just say so."

"Excuse me?" Your head tilted back, raising an eyebrow as you watched him.

He chuckles. "I can read you like a book, even without these new eyes or senses. You don't have to like me either 'cause I know you don't." He smirked. "Don't pretend to like people and think it would make your job easier. It doesn't." You didn't know it, but he was baiting you. How you reacted would let him know what you were really hiding. If you were calm and laughed off his words, then you actually did enjoy your job, and didn't mind the banter he brought.

"I think you've got it wrong here." You put your hands on your hips and he grinned at your reaction. His prediction was correct. "If you think I don't like you already, you're correct. My job isn't to like you, it's to make sure you're still alive." You take a step forward. "I don't pretend to like anyone here, I have my list of goods and bads in this place and I wouldn't mind telling a few off if given the chance." Your figure was tense now, and your face was the opposite of when he first walked in. This was going much better than he thought. "Lastly, nothing makes my job easier. Pretending or not, I'm stuck here. I've accepted that. Just because you're still high up in command doesn't mean you can waltz in and control my office." You were glaring now, and he just found it adorable from his height. "Now, come back in another 3 hours after your physical training and we can get this all out of the way. Then maybe if you're careful, we won't have to see each other ever again."

Usually at this part of the meeting, you would offer your patient a sucker. It was a funny idea someone gave you, so you started ordering suckers and some cheap candies. Either that or stickers. Grown ass soldiers still act like children and it made your day sometimes. But you highly doubted this man deserved anything out of the mystery bucket.

He was smiling now, but he gave a nod. He didn't say anything else as he turned and ducked out of your office. Once the door was closed, he chanced a peak through a slightly broken blind of your office window. You were slowly rubbing your face in the middle of the office, turning and walking towards the windows that pointed outside. "Never see each other again huh?" Quaritch had enough info on you now. He would have to peek at your work file later, but he could tell you were sour about something. That, and a pretty face like yours getting pissed because of him was entertaining. He didn't expect to get something out of you so quickly. He licked his lips before continuing down the hallway. "We'll see about that, Dr. Linear."

~~~

You eyeball the choices between dry bagel or dry wheat bread. You've had both for so long you could stomach either one. You decided the bagel would suffice being it could be fixed with a cheese spread or just taste healthier with the seeds sprinkled on top. Your plate now had pasta with meat and a bagel, all you were missing was juice. You’d usually drink coffee but after having 4 cups already, you decided you shouldn’t risk a heart attack. Thoughts and worries kept forming in your head, you weren’t paying attention either and mindlessly sat at a table. You kept staring at the bagel, lost in another world further than this one; you didn’t notice the plate being set down in front of you and a tall body sitting down. You then thought back to the coffee you had on your desk and wished you had brought it instead.

You pick up the bagel and bite into it, but don’t pull away from the bread. You were still. Miles watched with some concern. Finally he cleared his throat. “Are you gonna eat that or-” He couldn’t finish because of your coughing fit. You set the bread down and stare at him. After calming down, he smiled. “Ah there you are. Looked like a completely different person for a second there.” You didn’t say anything, instead you quietly sipped your juice. “I acted like an ass earlier. I’m sorry.”

That didn’t sound sincere. You looked up at him and sighed, placing your juice box. “That’s the only apology I’m gonna get?”

“Did you expect more?” His ear twitched.

“You did scare the living shit out of me just a second ago.”

“You did that yourself, doctor. Your head was in LaLa Land.” He waved his hand around. You sigh, tearing a piece of bread off and eating it, chewing quickly. He looked down at his own plate and gave an experimental taste of the pasta and meat. Still tastes like the same shit he ate before, but somehow worse. Saltier, slimey, the meat was tolerable but chewy.

“So, do you still want to interrogate me about my shitty work life? Or have you come to criticize my eating choices too?” You poke and stab some pasta with the fork. There was a chuckle and you had to glance up at him. He was watching you, those strange golden eyes filled with a curiosity you began to suspect had no end.

“I’m actually wonderin’ why I didn’t get to pick out of this uh, mystery box I heard so much about.” He smirked. “The other were talkin’ about it like it was gold.”

You had to look down to hide the smile. So they must have either ratted you out, or teased him for not getting a candy. It’s just a piece of candy. You look back up. “You ended our meeting in a rude manner, I didn’t see a reason for you to pick out the box.”

His ears flattened but his face was still relaxed. They betrayed his need to hide the annoyance. “So, what you’re saying is I have to be good at our meetings in order to pick out of this box?” Now he was leaning forward, as if you were asking him to do the impossible.

“Colonel, are your soldiers teasing you because you didn’t get a candy?” You tried to ask without smiling. You heard a snort and turned your head. Down the table, four Recoms sat, their bodies rigid and still. One of them was shaking and you realized he was laughing. When you looked at Quaritch his ears were laid back and his tail was flicking back and forth. He was looking at the group while his jaw clenched.

“No, nobody is getting teased.” He stuffed his mouth full of pasta. You nodded slowly, eating some more of your bagel. You heard someone clear their throat and continue talking as if they were having this conversation seconds ago.

“You still have to come by the office to finish up your questioning. I’ll be at the physical training area to check off some things.” You stood up and even with Quaritch sitting, he was still taller than you by two heads. “I’ll see you then.” You turned to the other group and made a face. “None of you are getting candy on your next visit.” And as you turned around to leave, the table erupted into groans and even a gasp.

As you walked away, Miles’ ears perked up, a smile on his face as the soldiers whined about the punishment. It was literally childish to be so upset over a piece of sugar. Yet here he was, however, hoping to get a piece by the end of the day.

[wtfsheikura]

Chapter 4

I GROAN WHEN I OPEN my eyes to the sun streaming through the window.

My head is pounding with a splitting headache from drinking too much whiskey last night. I used to party until dawn, catch a few hours of sleep, and wake up feeling good as new. Now, anytime I have a few drinks, it feels like I've been hit by a dump truck, the effects lingering for hours.

As I shift in bed, I'm aware of a warm body curled up behind me, which is strange since I never invite anyone back to my apartment or hotel room. The women I've slept with know my terms—one night, no strings attached, and no misconceptions of a long-term commitment. And I always leave before they wake up.

When I glance over, my breath catches when I see Y/n lying next to me. Dark tresses fan out across her pillow, her full lips slightly parted while she sleeps soundly.

The last time I saw her before last night was a few weeks after high school graduation. Her parents had just gotten divorced, and she left for college early. Suguru and I took her to the airport, and as much as I hated seeing her go, I told her she would have the adventure of a lifetime.

"Fuck," I mutter.

I'm in the same bed as my best friend's sister, and I can't remember what happened after we left the piano bar last night.

This is bad. Very bad.

I disentangle myself from her, easing her arm from my hip so I can get up. I pause when she stirs, letting out a soft moan, but within seconds her breathing evens out.

I'm relieved to find my phone on the nightstand and unlock it. A cold sweat breaks out across my forehead when I see my screen saver has changed to a photo of Y/n and me sitting in the back of a bright pink Cadillac.

In front of a wedding chapel.

She's wearing a fitted white wedding dress, completed with a short veil and high heels. A small bouquet of daffodils rests on her lap, and she is smiling into the camera. My arms are banded around her waist as I look down at her with affection.

Holy fucking shit.

I wipe my hand across my face, pausing when a cool piece of metal brushes against my skin. The weight on my ring finger registers, and my gaze shifts to the nightstand where the marriage certificate confirms my suspicions—Y/n and I got married.

Memories from last night begin to flash back into my mind. Y/n laughing while browsing a rack of wedding dresses at a boutique located in the Shoppes at Premiere. An officiant dressed as Elvis reading us our vows. Me carrying Y/n across the threshold of our hotel room.

I vaguely remember ordering room service. After our dinner of cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes, we watched several reruns of Big Bang Theory in bed, and fell asleep cuddling.

I'm still wearing last night's white button-up shirt and boxer briefs, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I glance over at Y/n and see she's in her bra and panties. The only piece of clothing on the floor appears to be her dress.

The only thing that could have made this situation worse is if we had sex.

I run my fingers through my hair and consider the mess we're in. I've done a lot of stupid shit, but this takes the cake.

Suguru is going to kill me when he finds out, and I don't even want to imagine how Y/n is going to react when she wakes up and realizes she's married to the guy she called a Casanova. I could wake her up to talk about what happened, but I figure it's best to let her sleep.

In the meantime, I'm going to take advantage of Premiere's world-class room service and order some food for us. Hopefully, her favorite breakfast will help ease the shock when she wakes up to this unexpected situation.

"Satoru Gojo, where are you?" Y/n's furious voice carries down the hall.

I don't respond, taking another bite of my acai bowl. There's no predicting what will happen when she finds me, so I might as well enjoy what could very well be my last meal.

The sound of her bare feet against the hardwood floor fills the living room as she storms in. Her hair is gathered on the top of her head in a loose bun, and she's dressed in the same white dress she wore last night.

"Good morning, Y/n. How did you sleep?" I pop a piece of banana into my mouth.

"Cut the shit, Gojo. Care to explain this?" She sticks out her hand, thrusting the massive diamond on her finger into my face.

"It's a ring." Another memory surfaces of me calling in a favor to have the manager of the upscale jewelry store on the second floor of Premiere show us the exclusive collection of rings they keep under lock and key—one of the many perks of my family owning the hotel.

The five-carat pear-shaped diamond set me back two hundred thousand dollars, yet it felt like it was meant to be since it fits her finger perfectly.

I may have gone overboard, but in my buzzed state, I loved the idea of Y/n walking around with a giant rock on her finger, so there was no question who she belonged to. It's not like I can't afford it. Even sober, I find it oddly satisfying.

"Why are you acting so calm?" She throws her hands in the air in frustration. "We got married last night. How could you let that happen?"

"Me?" I point at my chest. "You were happy to go along with it. I recall you were adamant that we—and I quote—find the perfect dress for the best night of my life. That detail must have slipped your mind," I taunt her. "I appreciated the ego boost. It's not every day a pretty woman says getting married to me is the best thing to happen to her."

In fact, it's the last thing I expected to hear in my lifetime, considering I swore I'd never settle down.

"The four tequila shots might have impaired my decision-making skills, but unfortunately, not my memory." She grumbles. "I have a low tolerance for alcohol."

"That would have been helpful information to have last night." On the bright side, she remembers what happened.

She bites down on her lower lip as she paces the room.

I rise from the couch and move in front of her.

"Take a deep breath," I say, placing my hands on her shoulders. "It's going to be okay."

I'm intrigued by the enigmatic woman before me, curious about what brought about her transformation. Above all, I want a glimpse of my Everly because I'm sure she's still in there somewhere.

"How can you say that?" she protests. "We're practically strangers, and now we're legally bound together. I don't even know what kind of car you drive, your favorite food, or if you were lying about your relationship status. Those are all things I should know about a person before I agree to date them, let alone marry them."

God, she's adorable when she overthinks.

"I own a Audi e-Tron GT that I store in my parents' garage. When I'm in London, I walk to work since my apartment is close to the office. My favorite meal is my mom's homemade Kikufuku and anything sweet, but I'm a fan of everything she cooks," I say, ticking each item off on my fingers. "And I didn't lie about my relationship status. I'm as single as a person can get."

At least I was until last night.

She sighs. "Thank god. The last thing I need is to be the other woman this time."

This time?

I decide against asking her to elaborate, given the predicament we're in.

"Why don't you have some breakfast before it gets cold?" I usher her over to the couch and gesture to the dining cart. "I ordered French toast topped with whipped cream, sliced banana, and extra syrup—just the way you like it."

She blinks back at me. "Let me get this straight." She puts her hands on her hips. "You woke up to find out that we were married, and instead of coming up with a solution, you ordered breakfast?"

"You could just say thank-you."

"Why would I do that?" she retorts.

"Just in case your tastes have changed, I also ordered scrambled eggs, Belgian waffles, and an acai bowl with berries. I've never had a wife, so hopefully you'll cut me some slack if I do this all wrong," I joke, hoping to lighten the mood.

She stares ahead with a vacant expression, and after several seconds, she shakes her head like she's coming out of a trance.

"We. Got. Married. How can you be concerned about food right now?" She waves frantically at the food cart. "You should be finding the quickest way to get out of this, not concerned about what kind of fruit I like with my French toast."

I've done a lot of reckless things in my adult life. Like when I decided on a whim to spend a month off the grid in India. Or when I spent a night partying in Los Angeles with the Sovereign Kings, a world-famous rock band, and woke up the next morning in Japan. Before yesterday, my most impulsive decision was buying a private jet because I hated asking Tomoe for permission to use the shared Gojo Holdings' plane. Those things pale in comparison to getting hitched to my best friend's sister.

"You're right, I'm sorry." I gesture for her to sit. This time, she gives in, sinking into the couch. "What do you think we should do?" I ask, hoping she has a plan because I haven't thought that far ahead yet.

"We'll go back to London and have our lawyers draw up the paperwork for an annulment. It should be straightforward, and this will be a distant memory by next week," Y/n exclaims as she claps her hands together.

She's a little too enthusiastic for my liking. My stomach churns at the idea of pretending this never happened. Suddenly, the few hours we spent together feels insufficient.

"Sounds like a great plan, but we have a big problem," I tell her.

"Bigger than marrying someone in Vegas who you haven't seen in fourteen years?" she challenges.

I chuckle at her seriousness. "If you were to ask my mom, the answer would be yes. I'm supposed to be in Aspen Grove for family photos this afternoon, and she'll never forgive me if I'm not there."

My mom has been looking forward to having new family photos taken for a while. She doesn't think she sees me and my siblings enough and will find any excuse to get us together.

Akira is the only one who lives in Aspen Grove, preferring to give his daughter, Mia, a sense of normalcy. Tomoe and I have apartments in the city, located on the top floors of the Gojo Holdings headquarters we renovated three years ago. However, I've spent most of my time in London for the past nine months.

My sister Ari, and her boyfriend, Rin, have a massive apartment in New York that spans the entire ninetieth floor of a skyscraper and offers a breathtaking view of Central Park.

"What do your family photos have to do with me?" Y/n asks.

"We're married. I'm not letting you out of my sight until we figure this out."

"You cannot be serious," Y/n huffs in annoyance. "Go to Aspen Grove, and when you get back to London, we'll take care of this."

"I don't think so, wifey." The new term of endearment rolls off my tongue. "We're sticking together until we get the annulment."

Her dark eyes widen. "Don't call me that."

"Why not? According to the state of Nevada, you're my wife until we dissolve this marriage." I can't help but egg her on. "Is there a reason you don't want to go to Aspen Grove?"

"No." Her gaze shifts to the ground. "I just haven't been there in a while."

"It'll only be for a few hours, and then we can go back to London," I promise.

She gives me a skeptical look. "Fine, but we fly back tonight. I have to catch up on a lot of work before Monday morning."

I'm still baffled that she's working for F/n. He never passed up the chance to tell her and Suguru how disappointed he was in them when we were kids.

I had the displeasure of meeting with him in New York last week, and it solidified my opinion that he's a vindictive son of a bitch. My brothers and I spent three hours with him, and he didn't bring up Y/n once, which is odd since she plays a significant role in his business.

"That shouldn't be a problem. Family photos shouldn't take more than a couple of hours. Plenty of time for the pilot to refuel before we take off."

Unless my mom decides to intervene when she learns the truth about our marriage. Given her track record of meddling in my siblings' personal lives I wouldn't put it past her.

My phone buzzes again, likely the hundredth text I’ve gotten in the past ten minutes.

With a brisk pace, I move up the walkway to my parents’ modest two-story Cape-style home.

I’m halfway up the steps when Y/n places her hand on my arm to stop me.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“I just got an urgent email from an important client dealing with a crisis. I need to call him,” she says.

“Yeah, sure.” I do my best to conceal my disappointment. “Just come inside when you’re finished.”

“You’re going to tell your family the truth about what happened between us, right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

I was hoping she’d be there when I broke the news about our impromptu marriage and annulment. My mom has always considered Y/n part of our family. I can only imagine her reaction when she finds out that Y/n is her daughter-in-law and in the same conversation that we’re dissolving our marriage.

My pulse is racing when I step inside the house. I’m not expecting to find my mom and siblings hovering in the entryway, all wearing looks of sheer panic. I’m bombarded with questions from all directions as soon as they see me.

“Where have you been?” Ari demands, pointing at the clock on the wall. “We’ve tried calling you a dozen times, but it kept going to voicemail.”

“You’re late,” my mom says, echoing my sister’s frustrations. She places her hands on her hips like she used to do when she would scold me as a kid. “You know how important this photoshoot is. I was worried sick when we couldn’t reach you.”

“You were supposed to fly back last night,” Tomoe says, studying me suspiciously.

Nothing gets past him. Luckily, he doesn’t bring up the fact that I was supposed to call him after my meeting with the board. I completely forgot about it when I ran into Y/n. He must have called the chairman for an update. I’m not looking forward to him losing his shit when he finds out what I’ve done.

“Yeah, well, something held me up in Vegas… or should I say, someone.” I keep my reply vague because it’s hard to find the right words to explain that I got married in Las Vegas to Y/n Geto, of all people.

“What are you talking—” Ari cuts herself off as she points to the ring on my finger. “What is that?” she asks with a gasp.

Oh shit.

“My wedding ring,” I answer truthfully. In the mad dash to make our flight, I forgot to take it off.

“I’m sorry, your what?” Ari screeches.

“I got married.” I do my best to downplay the announcement. “My wife is on a call but she’ll come inside as soon as she’s finished. Is it alright if we wait for her, Mom?”

She gapes at me in shock, clearly taken aback by my announcement.

“Your wife?” Ari laughs. “Very funny, Satoru. Who put you up to this?” She turns her glacier stare on Rin. “Was it you?”

He holds his hands up in defense. “I know better than to play practical jokes on you, little vixen.”

“What about you two?” She glares at Tomoe and Akira. “Because this joke is even less funny than the time you had Rin arrested.”

When Ari brought Rin to Aspen Grove for the first time and pretended they were dating, Tomoe was suspicious. After some recon, we found out that Rin was Ari’s boss who had been tormenting her for years. We decided to prank him to teach him a lesson for messing with our sister. It’s the best practical joke we’ve ever pulled off, although I don’t think Rin would agree.

Akira holds up his hands in defense. “It wasn’t me.”

Tomoe shakes his head. “I had nothing to do with this.”

I make the mistake of stealing another glance at my mom. Her expression radiates pure happiness, and I can’t bring myself to tell her the full truth, at least not yet.

“I’m serious, Ari,” I say with a straight face. “We got hitched in Vegas last night and came straight to Aspen Grove to share the good news with our families.”

It occurs to me that Y/n hasn’t asked to see her mom while we’re in town. Suguru doesn’t have contact with her, but according to him, Y/n does. So I wonder why she doesn’t come to visit.

“You got married and didn’t invite your own mother? Shame on you,” my mom interjects, smacking me upside the head.

“I’m sorry,” I say with a sheepish grin.

She seems more upset that I didn’t tell her than at hearing the news that I got hitched. She’s probably just grateful that she didn’t have to play matchmaker like she did for Ari and Akira, which explains why she looks so happy right now.

Mom might deny it, but she’s made it her mission to intervene with my siblings’ love lives, and Ari and Akira have both found their better halves thanks to her. I can work with this reaction—that is until I have to break the news about the annulment.

Everyone’s attention goes to the front door when it creaks open, and Y/n steps inside.

“Oh, speaking of my wife,” I say, a smile spreading across my face.

I don’t think I’ll ever get over how much I like calling her that.

Tomoe and Akira exchange a confused glance when they see Y/n and take in the giant diamond on her ring finger. I mentally pat myself on the back for choosing that one—no chance anyone will miss it, even if this whole thing is over by Monday.

“Oh, Y/n,” my mother exclaims. “Welcome to the family, sweetie.” She pulls her into a hug, and Y/n shoots me a glare.

I smirk back at her, giving her a thumbs-up.

She’s going to make me pay for this stunt later, but I might as well enjoy the ride while I can.

I just realize that I've been spelling Gojo name wrong....

[izumi-07]

PUPPET - 2

Yandere!Stepbro Sakusa x Yandere!Brothers Best-friend Atsumu x brown coded Y/n

TW! : manipulation, power dynamics, obsession, dark themes, emotional abuse, isolation, degradation, intimidation, dubcon/noncon, delusion, mild edging

Maths and hunger are never good combinations the formulas were practically floating off the pages, it’s not like it seems of course I didn’t have that much pride in me to not take food when it’s been made especially if it’s prepared by Miya Osamu he was on his way to probably raking in a lot of money for his skills he would definitely own a whole chain of restaurants someday who would skip out on the chance to eat his cooking for free? Me that’s who it was just survival maybe even a sore attempt at salvaging my dignity I wouldn’t be able to stomach any of the food no matter how delicious it was if I was forced to eat in front of Kiyoomi and his friends.

When we were younger and I’d been more naïve desperate as ever to just fit in and be friends with him, my Japanese was raw and unrefined I could barely speak it let alone understand the tongue of native speakers but it was kind of obvious what they were saying when I pulled out my bento in front of them in school and they would shove Kiyoomi around tease him and make faces at me while I ate and laughed like an idiot with them as they mocked me and I sat there the object of their amusement as they intimidated me into a corner in their gruff voices with sharp toned words I didn’t understand.

Everyone had insecurities but Kiyoomi liked to solidify my own in a way that left lasting wounds I nursed till they would stop stinging the cruelty and precision with Kiyoomi begins when he finds your deep dark secrets once it’s found he uses every chance he has to exploit it that sting I mentioned? It never goes away it’s always reminding me of its existence when he berates me when he makes my heart ache with his whiplash behavior when it shouldn’t that I should know better to accept the scraps of his mercy.

I had been close to crying on several occasions throughout our childhoods, it’s not dramatic to say I’m traumatized by some of his actions the nightmarish way he stares down at me till I can’t bare the weight of its intensity causing me to develop a reflexive flinch and that prickling need to turn tail and run till he couldn’t find me anymore has been ingrained in my body. My phone glows face down beside its place on my desk, I shouldn’t get distracted but with the noise outside, the headache of hunger looming over me and my mind fogging up, I abandon my studies to the mechanical addiction that always had a certain way of making me forget how much I hated my life and like a godsend he’s online and trying to comfort me in his own ways.

Mitsu😴 : leave the math it’s bad for the brain

Y/n : I’m already terrible at it you’re not helping

Mitsu😴: Can’t disagree there you suck with numbers 🐶

Y/n : Oh yeah what was your English score last term genius?

Mitsu😴: ......low blow princess low blow

Y/n : How did you even know I’m doing my math rn?

Mitsu😴: Look out your window and maybe you’ll find out I’m running out of stones here

No way.....god no, I almost trip over my own feet scrambling towards my window praying the idiot isn’t standing below in perfect sight of the psycho and his pack of hounds, after getting over the relief of seeing an empty narrow space of green grass and vegetable patches were I expected to see his sleepy red head about to throw another stone at my window, my phone beeps and I almost want to phone him and yell his ears off for scaring me.

Mitsu😴: Got ya, didn’t I? Bet I did lol you totally ate your face, didn’t you?

Y/n : Dude seriously don’t fuck with me like that I thought you would end up dead or something

Mitsu😴 : Lol what? Besides the fact I wouldn’t even get out of my bed in normal human hours why tf would I die if I was even standing below your window Romeo style?

Y/n : ......I didn’t want to say anything but he’s back for semester break

He types and deletes, types again and then five minutes pass with no change till his icon pops up urging me to accept the call his voice is gruff, and he sounds like he just woke up.

"I’m on my way, pack your bag with some overnight clothes and any school shit you’ll need, my dad’s still on call tonight cause he’s working a case, so he’ll answer if I need some help-"

He’s serious I can tell from the shuffling I hear on the other end, it’s endearing enough to make my heart full again and that bitter lonely feeling that eats away at my insides melts just a tiny bit even when everyone was against me I still had someone to hold onto but I knew if I even cared a sliver about this boy if I truly valued him and wanted him to still be in my life I would keep him out of Kiyoomi’s sight.

"No...just wait, listen to me, okay? I’m fine he’s leaving me alone for the most part and I’m not even hurt I swear I can even snap a picture if it’ll keep you at home but if you trust me, you won’t come here....please don’t come here Mitsu".

"Y/n I’m coming there because I trust you and because I love you, you’re practically the sister I never got my mum says so all the dam time, besides what kind of person would I be if I just left you there? With him! You know he’s off his rocker him and all his shitty friends too! God....I knew something was up when you refused to even let me walk you home today".

I want to cry he’s being so stubborn he’s gonna get hurt and it’ll be on me, I start pacing unaware that there’s heavy footsteps leading up to my room that someone is walking around the top floor of this house, nearing me I’m oblivious to everything my worry for the only person who ever gave a dam overtaking my perception that’s usually always on guard.

"Mitsu please just don’t....you could get hurt....he could make it seem like you were trespassing you know he would! So please promise me you aren’t going to come here......please just wait until ten at least before ignoring me completely"

The engine sound in the background is enough to make me furious the long silence stretches as I fall onto my bed, my door is opened I didn’t hear the crack

"Hey...you still there?"

"Yeah......"

"I’m not gonna argue with you, okay? You don’t have to leave I’ll just......fuck I don’t know Y/n wait outside for an hour just to be safe? I just can’t ignore the fact he’s there okay it’s gonna eat me alive till Monday"

I’m crying ugly tears my sobs are quiet almost non-existent I won’t let my noise out not while he’s under the same roof, but Mitsu hears it he always knows

"Princess......you, okay? I’m gonna be there in fifteen don’t come out till you see me, okay? Promise me"

"Promise....I promise...please don’t let him see you"

"I won’t....it’ll be fine"

"I love you too bye"

I toss the phone beside me and wipe my cheeks hurriedly like someone would see at any moment, I wasn’t wrong someone would see it and the door shutting behind me like thunder makes my blood run cold beneath my skin. "Love huh? Such a big word at such a young age imouto", he stalks towards me flipping at little things on my desk his feet bare curly black hair curved over one part of his forehead his signature beauty spots always catch my eye every time I’m brave enough to meet his dark eyes.

“Who was on the phone?", "Mom", "Wrong answer you get one more try and then I’m gonna unlock it myself even if I have to break a finger to do it". No answer is the second option, it’s more of an option for me then it is for Kiyoomi I back myself against the windows ledge as he splays himself out on the spot of my bed, I had been sitting on his long toned arm stretches out to snatch my phone it’s locked obviously and now he’s watching me hide my hands stupidly behind my back like that was going to do anything. He sighs and curses under his breath, exasperated with me like I’m a child he can’t seem to discipline correctly.

"Come here and unlock this phone Y/n", he’s never used my name unless he’s seriously pissed my mother never even used it, too foreign too strange to sound out and here the bastard was using it like a punishment fuck him, “I don’t want to hurt you I really don’t want to do that especially because I know your gonna need your hand for the exams but if you want to take fuckin supps during vacation or repeat like the dumb fuckin whore you are its gonna make no difference to me Y/n my life’s set, how about yours?", it’s tempting his threats all those cruel ugly words to simply just give in and go to him unlock my phone get it over with but I choose to be an idiot and stand my ground against this monstrous person I’ve loathed for the longest time.

He didn’t break my fingers much to my own disbelief he did however tackle me into the wall which probably bruised my left arm by how hard he threw me against it and then forced my finger to unlock the device he now had access to I didn’t get to escape after he had me in his arms holding me tight like a vice against his chest as he scrolled through my phone he could probably feel my body shiver as he leaned us against the wall forcing me to stop moving. "So, this is why your grades are as average as they are? This little pest is keeping you all occupied? Is this what started it Y/n? He’s responsible for your behavior?", his voice is too calm and then I nearly scream when he presses his lips against the side of my cheek, I feel disgusted, can even feel the sick psychos smile against my flesh, “He’s coming here to do what exactly? Save you? From what Y/n? Am I a bad brother Y/n? Am I hurting you Y/n?", he laughs when I fail at shoving him off me.

"I was gonna treat you so nice today, take you out to get something to eat because I know you’re a big cry-baby who can’t take a few jokes, was gonna try and show you I can be good too but now.....now I’m not gonna feel bad one bit when I beat that little fucker and then convince mom and dad to keep you locked up here during term break", it’s stupid of me to assume he wouldn’t have thought about the possibility with the things he’s been doing spending that much time with him would definitely lead to him doing what my mind has already considered, Kiyoomi was by no means a saint but a small part of me wished to continue believing he’d never do something so cruel so heartless and obscene. "Kiyoomi, I give in, okay? I’ll call him right now and tell him to not come back here? I promise-", "Your word means little to me imoutou right now it’s close to nothing, but I like this side of you......hmmmm maybe......maybe I’ll be more open to hearing what you have to say if you do something for me".

He had let me go and was now leaning against the other side of the window looking down into the other yard and the street beyond that waiting to see anything that resembled or signaled to Mitsu arriving. "He a boyfriend?", honesty was what the jackass wanted which meant he wanted to interrogate me without me smartassing my way around the questions, “No he’s the only friend I have", "You couldn’t make any friends with girls? Or are you mentally incapable of acting like one to get them to like you?", "That tends to happen when your apart of the few groups of foreigners at school, stereotypes are still a thing I didn’t think you’d overlook the possibility".

He smirks his eyes never leave mine, “That’s fair I guess, do you know I had refused to go oversees when our parents got the acceptance letter for me in the mail?", yes I did know that they had made a big fiasco over it too till the sweet talking bastard convinced them that staying home was better he wanted to be focused he said he didn’t need to be so far away he said wouldn’t want to miss them too much he said what a load of crap,"I did that for you I chose to stay for you and to think I turned it all away for you to what? Give yourself a way to some little high school runt who probably can’t even fuck you right?".

I back away from him and he rolls his eyes before sighing frustrated and then my phone is flying across the room and smashing against the wall, “Come over here Y/n", when I resist he’s backing me up towards my desk, “I’m not going to hurt you I just want us to sit down and talk, that’s all", I keep moving back towards my desk till it hits my back and he sighs standing right in front of me till our feet touch, his hand moves forward and I flinch till he brings me into his hold hushing me like I’m some child in some ways I suppose that was how he saw me a spoiled child he had the power to discipline. "I just want to talk, so can you please come sit down with me I hate making you do things especially when you look so sad after despite it being for your own good, I don’t take pleasure in it Y/n despite what you might believe but you don’t leave me much choice", I need to play along just enough till I could distract him and get him off me.

It takes everything in me not to physically recoil when I look him dead in the eye hoping he doesn’t see the lies, I reach up hesitantly he moves away cautious as he should be but blushes like the sick fuck he is when I cup his face smoothing my thumbs over his cheeks soft, slow docile like he so wants me to be, “You just scared me Kiyoomi, I get scared when your angry with me", I can’t believe my luck when he sighs into my hand actually turns to kiss my palm, “I know....fuck I know sweetheart I’m working on it, I was doing better until I saw.....saw you crying to that little-", I could physically feel his pulse throb and I hastily wrap his hands around my waist what the hell was I doing. "It’s in the past though, right? You said you’ll take care of me from now on so I won’t need to talk to boys like that, you said it’s not good for me you don’t say things for no reason", he hums completely euphoric he grinds his jaw and locks our fronts together but I feel my heart drop when he lifts me away from the desk entirely were the thick heavy textbooks had laid just a few inches within reach, “You get it now right? God I’m so happy you do; I know you’re a smart girl baby I know how hard you work but mum and dad don’t see it do they? I see it though I’ve read all your poems and seen all the awards you hide away from your writing competitions; I know you were on the girls’ volleyball team too".

I don’t know what to say, I can’t even think straight with were his hands are going planted around my hips his thumbs slipping beneath my shirt to rub circles on my bare skin, “You did so well I watched one of your games, came home early from college a year ago to pick you up from school and then learnt about you going into volleyball I was so excited I drove as fast as I could to the school hosting just in time to see you win, I knew it then Y/n I just knew I needed to work hard for us to work". The next few seconds are numbing, their cold and yet my body is lit on fire when he presses his lips to mine his eyes shut his pressure increasing till I realize he wants me to open my mouth, my tears fall, and I pray I can forgive myself for kissing him back like it’s everything I want.

He groans like he’s won and slips his hands under my skirt to move me closer till he’s cupping my ass,"Hold on to me", he whispers and I have no choice but to comply as he carries me away from the desk and to my bed laying me down pressing kisses to the junctures of my neck his hands are moving down but I bring them back up trying to keep him distracted with what I’m willing to lose, “Niisan we shouldn’t-", I gasp when I feel something heavy against my thigh rubbing against me it’s throbbing, “Hurts so much but it’ll go down eventually I know your probably messy under your skirt too baby lemme see okay? I’ll clean you up", I don’t give him the opportunity and just kiss him more harshly till I’ve forced him onto his back and I’m sitting on top of his monstrosity.

"Y-Y/n, sweetheart you don’t-", I just need to make him cum I know how it works at least how it’s supposed to work I can do this and then he’ll leave that probably all it is he’s horny and he’s fucked to want his own step sister so I might as well commit all the way, “Niisan I’m hurting let me help please", he covers his mouth cheeks are pink all the way to the tips of his ears he’s about to say no I lift my skirt up tilt my head to the side and grind against him making sure he’s got a good view of my panties, “Please Niisan", he groans and nods I hook my fingers into his sweats and drag them down till I see the outline of his dick pressing against his boxer briefs, “Baby take your skirt off wanna see your pretty panties", I concede and pull them off before I can even second guess myself.

"Fuck", we both freeze looking at the figure standing in the doorway.

[madiomens]

Just Pretend [n.s.]

Chapter Sixteen

Warning: Spiciness

The party later on in the evening ended with all of us passed out in various parts of the living room area. We drunkenly figured out the sectional extended into a giant bed so Noah, Folio, Nicholas and I all passed out on it together. I woke up wrapped around Noah and Nicholas woke up being cuddled by Folio, sending everyone into a headache inducing laughing fit.

I gave all the guys and myself IV hydration before we headed to the venue to start setting everything up. The sound system in the venue was weird, so doing an initial soundcheck took much longer than expected. The rest of us were already done setting up the stage equipment, so I was now sitting criss cross on the stage beside Noah who was doing the same, listening to them try and get the sound perfect. Anytime Noah showed any sign of frustration I reached over to rub his arm or neck, which would cause him to take a deep breath and calm himself before sending me a gracious smile. They finally hit the sweet spot with the sound and the guys collapsed onto their backs on the stage, deep sighs of relief echoing around us. I laughed as Noah pulled me onto my back beside him, his arm wrapping around my shoulders. The clicking of Bryan's camera went off as he climbed the ladder left of the stage to take a birds eye view picture of all of us. I sighed and pushed myself to my feet, holding my hand out for Noah and chuckling as he let out a groan.

"Come on, you guys need a good dinner and rest for tomorrow." I said.

"Fine." He grumbled, giving me his hand so I could help him to his feet. I went around to all of the guys and did the same, earning similar grumbles from them too. "If you guys get moving I will cook for you." I said, causing them to perk up and quickly follow me off the stage.

I made everyone smothered chicken and roasted potatoes once we got back to the Airbnb, earning happy sighs and many thank you cheek kisses. Noah grabbed my face with both hands and smushed our lips together, causing me to laugh against his mouth. The guys let out a chorus of 'EWW' which caused me to pull away so I could fully laugh at them.

"Shut up and eat the food I made you." I said through my laugh.

"Yes ma'am." They all echoed, digging back into their food.

A couple hours later everyone retired to their rooms with full bellies and sleepy eyes. It took Noah all of five minutes to fall asleep, laid between my legs so his arms were wrapped around my torso and head rested on my chest. I sighed contentedly as I ran my fingers through his hair, his usual short locks grown out some so it curled up at the base of his neck. He was cutting it off tomorrow so I reveled in the fact I could still wrap strands around my finger. I dozed off with my hand on his head and warmth radiating onto me from him.

The next day, we made a big breakfast and Noah had cannoli's delivered, insisting that we had to eat them since we were in Italy. We made our way to the venue shortly after eating and I made my way to the back to start getting ready while the guys did the final soundcheck before VIP. Since we did a perfect soundcheck yesterday it wouldn't take long. I settled on a black turtleneck tucked into a black denim skirt, black pantyhose, tall combat boots, and a long two tone jacket to go over everything. It was fucking freezing, even inside the venue, so I decided to let myself stay warm this time. I did a smoky wing eyeliner with a nude lip and put waves in my hair, fluffing them in the mirror before zipping up my bag and walking into the backstage area.

Everyone except Noah was walking back from soundcheck and paused when their eyes landed on me, whistles coming from everyone.

"Damn Maddie, you look fucking good." Folio said, knocking his shoulder into mine. I laughed and pushed his arm, causing him to stumble to the side. "Ohh, you wanna play like that?" He said, bending over with his hands out as if to prepare to tackle me.

"No, don't you dare." I said, shielding my sides from being tickled.

He launched at me and I screamed, turning to run away. He stopped me by putting me in a headlock and sending the other guys into a laughing fit. I went deadweight so I could drop to the floor, catching him off guard and dropping me. The guys laughter got louder as I flipped my hair back over my head, my own laughter blending in with theirs. Nicholas walked up and offered his hand to me, pulling me to my feet.

"Turd." I said to Folio, making him laugh again.

I turned to see Noah watching us, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and a humorous grin on his face. I grinned back and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and dropping my head back to look up at him.

"You are so fucking gorgeous, Maddie." He said, eyes roaming my face.

I smiled and puckered my lips so he would kiss me. He leaned down and placed his lips on mine, resting his hand around my neck and squeezing gently. He nodded his head towards the bathroom. "Help me real quick." He said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the room.

I walked in and he followed, closing the door behind us. The sound of the lock clicking caused me to turn around in confusion, seeing him lean against it."Whatcha doing?" I questioned humorously.

"Did you like Folio putting you in a headlock?" He asked, eyes dark.

I breathily laughed. "We were just playing around."

"Let's play a game." He said, pushing himself off the door to begin slowly walking towards me.

I cocked a brow at him, crossing my arms over my chest. "What game is that?"

"I choke you." He said, getting closer so his smell wrapped around me.

My heart sped up, pounding in my chest as it heaved with my breath. "...And?"

He stopped right in front of me, looking down with a ghost of a smirk on his face. "And I fuck the life out of you for everyone listening to hear."

I rolled my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly backing up so I could slide on top of the sink behind me. Noah walked forward and stood between my legs, hands sliding up the sides of them and underneath my skirt. He squeezed my thighs, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer, his already hardening erection pressing against my core. He pushed my skirt up higher around my waist, fingers pulling at the pantyhose I had on. I grabbed his hand to stop him from ripping them.

"No ripping. The crotch unbuttons." I said, reaching between us to undo the buttons. My fingers brushed his erection as I undid them, causing him to jerk and such air between his teeth. I smirked. "Oops." I said.

I looked into his eyes to see them darken even more, his hand coming up to squeeze my throat. My breath hitched as his other hand cupped my heat, sticking one of his slender fingers inside of me. He pulled his finger out and stuck it into his mouth, sucking it clean and causing my pussy to throb with desire. He took his hand off my throat so he could push his pants down, erection slapping his stomach as it sprung free. I pulled him down to me and slammed our lips together, pushing my tongue into his mouth to begin wrestling with his own. I felt him bring his erection up to my core, sliding it up my slit. We moaned into each other's mouths at the feeling of it, my arousal coating the tip of him. He pushed into me with one big thrust, grunting against my lips and causing me to claw at his back. I broke the kiss and dropped my head back against the mirror, moaning softly as I stretched to accommodate him. He slid his hand up my body to grab my neck, forcing me to pick my head up to look at him.

"Remember. Let everyone hear you." He growled out before beginning to slam into me at a fast pace.

I gasped at the feeling, moans beginning to leave me. His hand tightened around my throat and sent a shockwave through me, my breathing speeding up. Noah groaned as he kept up his pace. His muscles flexed as he gripped the counter, knuckles turning white through his tattoos.

"You feel so goddamn good, baby." He moaned out, leaning in to place his lips on mine.

Our tongues tangled for dominance as we moaned into each other's mouths, the wet sound of him thrusting in and out of me echoing around us. He broke our kiss so he could look into my eyes, thrusting one harsh stroke in me so he was buried as far as he could go. I screamed out his name, digging my nails into his back and surely leaving marks under his hoodie. He pulled out of me and dropped to his knees to latch onto my clit, causing me to gasp loudly. My fingers laced through his now short hair and I gripped it at the roots, causing him to groan against my clit and send a jolt through me. He sucked my clit into his mouth, pulsating it. My breathing sped up as my moans got louder, my orgasm quickly nearing.

"Fuck, Noah I'm gonna cum." I moaned out. He hummed against me, sliding his finger inside and rubbing against my g spot. "God, fuck." I moaned out before my orgasm hit me.

I screamed profanities as stars blurred my vision, body convulsing against the counter. I tightened my legs around his face as he lapped me up and eased me through my high. He pulled away and wiped his mouth off before raising up off the floor to kiss me, tangling his tongue with mine so I could taste myself.

"You ok?" He mumbled against my lips.

I nodded. "Perfect."

He chuckled before pushing all the way back into me, our moans lacing together. He brought his hand back up to my neck to squeeze and picked up his pace again. Our moans bounced off the walls around us, the thought of the guys getting a free show outside far from my mind.

He growled as he slammed his lips onto mine. "You are so fucking wet for me. I'm not gonna last much longer."

"Cum for me, Noah." I mumbled against his lips. He groaned, thrusts getting sloppier as his high approached him. "Come on, cum for me baby."

"Fuck, Maddie." He whined against my lips.

"Cum in my mouth." I said breathlessly, quickly pulling him out and hopping off of the counter before dropping to my knees.

"Oh, fuck." Noah groaned as I took him into my mouth.

I sucked on the head as my hand slid up and down the length of him. Within a few seconds he was moaning my name, his warm cum shooting into my mouth. His hands tangled into my hair as his whimpers filled my ears like a warm melody. I pulled my mouth off of him with a pop and looked up to meet his eyes, wiping my spit from the corner of my mouth with my thumb. He pulled me to my feet so he could kiss me, picking me up and setting me on the counter so my trembling legs didn't give way from under me. He pulled back to rest his forehead on mine as our chests heaved, trying to catch our breath.

"I should let Folio put me in a headlock more often." I said breathlessly, causing him to chuckle.

A loud knock at the door caused us to jump and look towards it. "You guys done making a porno in there? It's about time for VIP." Nicholas said, the sound of Folio mocking our moans coming from the distance.

I laughed and shook my head, Noah doing the same. "Don't be jealous!" I yelled back. The guys laughed.

I sighed and pulled his face to mine, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Time to go be a rockstar."

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.131 - Desperate Approval

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Graves has unfinished business; Kiera's brother makes a visit and seeks advice from the only person who he knows won't lie to him.

“You know, Phil, I was beginning to think this day would never happen.” Tokala sighed, watching at Phil willingly signed the contract he and Tokala agreed upon.

“Consider it one of the best Monday’s to date,” Phil chuckled. “Wyoming has… certainly left its mark on me.”

“I see that,” Tokala smirked, taking the pen Phil had handed to him before signing his name on the dotted line. “Bring the check.”

“Wow, now I wish a big check like that would fit into my wallet!”

“It’s a big day, Phil. For both of us. Grab this end here and I’ll grab the other. We’ll present it to the press.”

“What’re we waiting for?”

“Bring them in, please.”

Tokala’s assistant nodded, her heels clanking against the hardwood floor before opening the office door to four members of the local press, all of them flooding in to get the first photo as well as compete with one another to have their story published. “Our ways of gambling with our future is over,” Tokala spoke. “Working together with new partnership only elevates our progress of succeeding.”

“To mark a new era for your generation.” Phil added.

“And for all of Wyoming.”

“Where’s our next location after we get the casino and hotel built?” Phil whispered under his breath.

“Kiera Dutton’s ranch,” Tokala smiled. “One day at a time.”

“I’ll be here every day of the week.”

*

“No, understand that not only is it Monday, but I recall telling you to email me the proposal so I wouldn’t have to look at you again, that includes speaking over the phone.”

“Look, I just wanted to let you know about another place I found—”

“God, you reek of desperation,” Kiera nearly laughed. “How about you do what I told you and fuck off?”

The realtor sighed on the other end of the phone, “I’ll be in touch.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” She scoffed, ending the phone call abruptly before retrieving her vape pen from the drawer in her desk. Although she had quit smoking for almost two years due to her pregnancy and raising her children, there were just some days where she was damn glad to have had one on standby for when she felt she needed it. Exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, she nearly grimaced at the figure hesitating to even walk into her office in the first place.

Dennis.

“Boy, am I sure glad I have nicotine to get rid of the headache you’re about to give me,” She scoffed. “For a man with such a pea-sized heart, you sure have a lot of balls to face me right now.”

“I know it’s not a good time—”

“It’s never a good time when you come waltzing into my office. What do you want?”

Dennis sighed, “Look, I need you to put aside our differences, Kiera. Please remember one thing: we’re family.”

“Aren’t you entitled,” She breathed a laugh. “Suddenly, you’re family when you think you have the opportunity to take something that doesn’t belong to you? I find it funny because you never came around unless you wanted something.”

“I was busy, Kiera—”

“Too busy to not show up to your own father’s funeral? What a crock of shit. Or was it because you were too busy meeting your mistress in a hotel an hour out of town because you’re too chicken-shit to tell your wife you don’t love her anymore?”

You fucking bitch, he seethed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ah, still narcissistic I see. We owe you nothing. Daddy owes you nothing, and I owe you nothing.”

“Goddammit!” Dennis shouted. “I’m trying to at least seek some type of advice from the person I know who doesn’t sugarcoat shit. Can you at least be grateful I chose you to do that?”

“I’ll take that as a complement, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give you so-called advice. Lawyers and realtors like you don’t need advice, you ask for it just to get ideas. Daddy taught me a long time ago that a man who trades his saddle for a tie is no man. And boy, was he right…”

“Can you at least attempt to resemble something human and just… listen to me, because I’m not coming to you as a lawyer or realtor, I’m coming to you as your brother. I need guidance, Kiera.”

“How’re you trying to sweep the ranch out from under me this time? Because your little partnership with Jenkins is far out the window.”

“It’s not about that, Kiera,” Dennis huffed. “This is about my campaign—”

“Oh, you’re suddenly running for office now because the lawyer life didn’t suit you?” She scoffed. “How’re you going to run for office when you don’t have a solid campaign?”

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

“Have you not learned anything? Politics get you nowhere, only a constant curtain draw and a bad name because everyone somewhere will always hate you.”

“I already have people who hate me—”

“Finally something you’ve said I agree with.” She mumbled, seeking another long drag from her vape pen, sincerely missing the taste of her preferred flavor: pink lemonade.

Dennis huffed before removing a folded newspaper from the breast pocket of his coat, “Look. This is my donor.” He said, pointing to the photo of Tokala and Phil that was taken after the signing of their contract earlier the same morning.

“Eh, you don’t have the same skin tone as him,” Kiera shook her head, referring to Tokala. “As far as Phil, I’d believe it. You both are conniving and just as greedy—”

“Grow up, Kiera, fuck! I really hope your kids don’t turn out like you one day—”

“Oh, I hope they do because they’d protect the ranch with as much force as Simon and I have. They won’t lack a backbone like you, Dennis. You want me to grow up? Fine, sit down and make sure your big boy pants fit because here it is: you’re not a politician, got it? As much as I’m sure you think you can, politicians believe they can manage people’s lives just how they want, the best politicians are liars and narcissists. Although I will say you fit in the same category, a real politician will always be better than you at it because they don’t need practice. They’re committed to doing anything to sit behind that desk. You aren’t that, so I’d withdraw if I were you because not only will you ruin this family more than you already have, you’ll end up ruining this whole damn state. You can’t even tell me what you are, Dennis. You’ve always been the one to look for a way into other people’s lives. You smell of the desperate desire for approval and you’ve got their noses all over you. They will rip you up and shred you apart, then it won’t be just you trying to take the ranch.”

“What should I do, then?”

“Think about your wife, hell, even your mistress. Put them first before yourself. You do what’s best for them and you’d be surprised how much you accomplish on your own.”

Dennis looked to the floor, shaking his leg impatiently. I can’t attack her, I need to attack him. There’s nothing left of her to attack.

“I wasn’t trying to take the ranch, Kiera. I hope you know that.”

She scoffed, “You know, you’ve grown to the habit of lying so much that you’re almost a politician.”

*

“The issue is that they’ve already secured the land,” Phillip sighed on the other end of the phone, talking to his trusted long-time friend as well as brother in arms, Ben Carbonell. “Jenkins has been keeping me in the loop. I know he hasn’t asked for my help yet, but I know if I have you on the inside, I’ll release the big bad wolf when the time comes, you got me?”

“Do they hold the deed, Graves?” Ben sighed, swallowing a gulp of coffee while he sat back at his desk.

“Not clear that I know of. Haven’t talked to Jenkins since this morning. I can find out, though.”

“These are things I need to know before you call, Graves. Don’t you have some desert to blow up?”

Graves chuckled, “Did that yesterday. I’ll be coming home soon enough. Just don’t know when.”

“Well, I can’t stop this Jenkins and Indian fellow if I don’t have information. For a man who’s been so good at recon, you sure failed at giving me any.”

“Forgive me for being on duty and trying to play both sides at the same time,” Graves scoffed. “I have business to attend to on both sides and by what Jenkins is doing, it’s getting me one step closer to my enemy.”

“Oh, so this is a revenge mission now, is it?”

“Not exactly, but it’ll be one when the time comes. For now, you just do what you do best: run your mouth and do your job. Remember where your bonuses come from.”

“That old bastard Shepherd taught you well,” Ben scoffed. “Too bad he’s dead and can’t knock some more bullshit in your head.”

“Yeah, you know who killed him right?”

“Who, Mr. TMZ?”

“Kiera Dutton.”

“C.I.A officer?”

“The same bitch who told you to go fuck yourself when you tried to hit on her on base that year, remember?”

Ben smirked, putting his phone on speaker before retrieving a cigarette from his shirt pocket. “I couldn’t help to complement the fine art of her perfect ass. But yes, I remember.”

“Well, she ain’t got it no more. Punched out a couple of kids, so you can have at it. Sure she’s more of a handful now that she’s got raging hormones.”

Ben murmured a hmph at the thought, “We’ll see about that. I’ll do some digging on this. You keep bustin’ ass over there – wherever the hell you are.”

“Will do, sir. I’ll check in by Friday. Sure is fun to play both sides, huh?”

“It’s only fun when you can play each side well, that’s why you called me.” Ben laughed, satisfied that Graves had hung up before Ben even got the chance, shaking his head before he continued to read through his morning paper, taking a quick glance at the front page. “A casino and hotel not even an hour from the Tetons?” He spoke to himself. “I have to figure out who the fuck this guy is.”

[crinkled-emotions]

Hey!

I had this prompt saved into a big document with some others I was hoping to get a chance to write some day, but for the life of me I can't find where it was originally posted from on here to link the person🙈😭....

"I should probably be at home sleeping off this terrible cold, but there's so much to do for the holidays. No, I don't need help."

I thought it might work well for Rooster, with Mav, Penny and the Daggers too maybe coming together to celebrate. No pressure to write at all! I love everything you write so much so I'm happy with anything haha

Oh this sounds like fun, anon! Love it! I’m working on some other fics rn, but hopefully you enjoy this!

I love how Glen’s looking like he’s got his game face on while Miles is considering all of his life choices 😂 we’ve all been there.

~

"Bradley! Can you do me a favour and hang up those lights?"

"These ones?"

Rooster pulled open the box of fairy lights Penny had left on the bar top and she nodded, smiling at him.

"I think they'd look great around the rafters, are you okay to get them up there?"

"Yeah, I got it."

He staggered as he opened the box, falling into a fit of sneezes. There was a collection of giggles and snorts around the bar from the Daggers, Maverick and Amelia as well as Penny who raised an eyebrow.

"Bless you!"

"It's the- uh. Dust-"

He sneezed again unexpectedly, grimacing as he reached for the napkins tossed on to the bar too.

"C'mon Sneezy, let's get those lights up," Payback said as he wandered over to Rooster. The pair took the lights and began stringing them from the exposed beams. When Rooster couldn't reach he enlisted Bob on to his shoulders, reminiscent of their dogfight football. This time Rooster struggled a little to get him on instead of hefting Bob up easily, wincing as Bob pulled on his shirt a little to get himself up.

"You good?" Phoenix asked Rooster, arms on her hips. She didn't look even slightly serious with the reindeer ears on her head and he grinned at her, admittedly a little forced.

"Great, why?"

"You're looking a little pale."

"Oh, uh, nothing to worry 'bout. M'fine."

"Uh, I know that look," Bob said as he finished zip-tying the lights to the exposed beams.

"What look?" Hangman called out as he walked in. He paused, whistling at Rooster.

"Why the long face? What happened, Mav tell you you can't fly?"

"Bagman! Twenty push ups."

“Yes, sir,” Hangman beamed, pulling his sunglasses off and getting on the ground at Maverick’s instruction.

“I didn’t mean actually- ah, fuck it. Make it forty.”

Jake made a start and everyone laughed, attention off Rooster while they tried to distract Hangman. Bob, still on Rooster’s shoulders, pulled gently at his hair.

“Are you really okay, or are you saying it because Mav and Penny have been so excited for this ever since they started talking about it?”

Damn fucking stealth wizzo-

“No, no Bob, I’m all good. Let’s get you down.”

With some awkward movements, Bob landed on his feet on the ground and Rooster stood back to his full height, wincing as he rubbed the back of his neck. The headache that had been quietly worsening over the last hour was now full force and Rooster decided he couldn’t go the rest of the day without painkillers otherwise he could and would throw up.

-

“Where did Rooster go? I need him to- Daggers!”

Maverick clapped his hands, rolling his eyes when they all put down their beers and leapt up from their spot on one of the Hard Deck couches. Maverick cocked an eyebrow at Bob who put down his Coke too, raising his hands in placating surrender.

“We’re taking a break, pops, we needed refreshments,” Hangman said easily. Maverick rolled his eyes.

“Good for you, kids. Now, has anyone seen Rooster? He’s about 6 foot tall, has a moustache and a rather bitchy attitude sometimes-”

“-I think I saw him go into the bathroom. We have been working since 10am, Mav, it’s nearly 6pm. Give him a minute, or me and Payback can do it for you.”

Maverick’s shoulders relaxed.

“Okay, did you want to take a little more time or just do it now?”

“We can do it now,” Payback said, putting his phone back in his pocket. Hangman, Payback and Maverick all walked out to the back of the bar just in time for Rooster to reappear from the bathroom. His nose was red, and when Phoenix sat down he flopped on top of her with his head in her lap.

“Everything hurts,” he complained.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Let me help,” she said, instinctively running her fingers through his hair.

“I should probably be at home sleeping off this fuckin’ cold, but there’s so much to do for the holidays.” 

Rooster pulled himself upright, scrubbing at his face.

“No, I don’t need help.”

“You’re doin’ a great impression of Rudolph there, Roos, really getting into the festive spirit,” Hangman said as he rejoined them, apparently done with helping Maverick and Payback.

“Sit and twist, Bagman, you wouldn’t know festive spirit if it smacked you on the ass,” Phoenix huffed. Jake stretched out on the other couch, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. When he didn’t respond to Phoenix’s snap she took it to mean he was done being bitchy and instead put her hand on Rooster’s shoulder.

“Do you want to go home? Mav and Penny won’t mind, they want you healthy and safe,” she said. He shrugged her off, getting up from the couch to join Maverick. When Phoenix glared at Hangman, he shrugged.

“What?”

“You’re an asshole; anyone ever tell you that?”

“Surprisingly, yeah, I get it a lot.”

-

“Hey, kid, mind coming and helping with the- Bradley, honey, what’s the matter?”

Penny paused mid-beer pour, reaching over to put her hand to his forehead. When she didn’t find a fever but he still looked like shit, she ran her hand down his back and guided him to a chair behind the bar.

“Talk to me,” she said, flipping her hair off her shoulder to focus on him. Rooster shrugged, scratching at his nose.

“I think I’m sick, I’m really sorry Penny, I know you wanted me all in on this-”

“-Bradley?”

Maverick appeared out of nowhere, skirting around the bar to fuss over his godson too. Rooster swatted at both of them gently, leaning his back against the seat.

“I dunno, just- my head hurts, I can’t keep my eyes open I’m so tired, and- and my throat burns.”

“Roos, why didn’t you say something? God, you should be at home, in bed.”

Maverick’s hand, firm on his back, made everything so much easier and Penny smiled.

“Why don’t you take him home, Pete, make sure he gets into bed okay.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. C’mon Roos, up you get.”

With Maverick as a crutch (perfect height, too), Rooster staggered through the small crowd (it was a Daggers and invitation only night, considering it was Christmas and Penny didn’t feel like kicking assholes other than Jake Seresin out) until he and Mav were outside. In the warm San Diego air, nothing but the stars and the sound of the waves around them, Rooster finally fell to his knees and started coughing, hard enough to gasp for air.

“Shit, kid, I knew this was going to happen.”

Maverick knelt by him, giving his back some firm thumps as the coughing finally died down.

“Not gonna hurl are you?”

“No. Don’t think so.”

Getting his legs back under him, Maverick pulled Rooster back up and wrapped an arm securely around his waist.

“Lean on me, kid, c’mon, that’s it...”

-

[mika-you-nerd]

Tricky recovery

(cw for mild spoilers 😅)

—-

One thing about the handler’s job is to make sure that all of your clients are fit to go back out for the next one, not exactly the role of a nurse or a caretaker, but to just be mindful of whether they’re in top condition to do dangerous hits

Another thing about the handler’s job - is having the patience to babysit said clients when they want to go out, but cant.

Thankfully, one of your clients is willing to help you in this regard.

“The doctor told you, brother - you can’t go back out for at least another month, not while that neck is healing.”

“I spent four months in the fucking icu, damn it! I promise I’m in top shape.”

Missy was on the phone handling another client while the brothers argued, it’s been like this ever since the trouble in Kyoto, she doesn’t take a job as their handler once and it all goes it shit.

Would you like to guess which one was taking their recovery seriously?

“Right, how’s our patient?” She walked in on them at it again, her expression pensive.

“He’s been sulking like this for hours, I put on abc iview to keep him entertained and he’s still bitching.”

“I’d like to watch the fucking game, if you don’t mind,” Tangerine complains, “I can only handle so many of the same three kids shows!”

“Tangerine, don’t yell, it’ll fuck up your throat more,” Missy turns to Lemon, “can you get him some of that vegetable chicken soup?”

“Right on it, love.”

Tangerine groans, “again?” I’ve been having nothing but soup for the past couple weeks!”

“Yes, it’s almost as if you can’t have any dry foods right now,” Lemon states sarcastically as he places the bowl down and picks the other two from the coffee table, “maybe if you stopped scratching at your itches it would all heal by now.”

“I’m not fucking scratching at it! I just needed a new bandage once!”

Missy pinches the bridge of her nose, “I could see the three used bandages you’re hiding in your en suite bin, you aren’t fooling anyone.”

“Point is,” Lemon says as he returns from the kitchen, “you’re in bloody bad shape, mate, you’re not going to be taking jobs yet.”

“And how do I know our handler isn’t playing bias again by letting you take the odd snatch and grab job, Lemon?” Tangerine sat back and crossed his arms, clearly trying to gauge a valid reason for him to go out and do hits again.

“Because for starters,” Missy lamented, “he wasn’t harmed enough to be declared legally dead for two hours - and even if he was critically injured, he’s been actually taking the proper steps to get better! Most of his bullet wounds are sealed up!”

“I wasn’t shot nearly as much! I just got hit once.”

“Yeah, bruv, and it was bad enough for you to be declared legally dead.”

“Yeah, not to mention he wasn’t getting mangled by a train going haywire,” Missy sighed, “look, you thought Lemon was dead, right?”

“Oh again with this, Missy? I get it! I forgot to check his fucking pulse!”

“I’m not going there! I swear you’re going to give me a headache, these days.”

“Although you probably should’ve checked my pulse, at least I had the vest on and not my tits out.”

“Yeah, that too, but I’m not going there,” Missy continued, “if you then found out he was alive later, then you’d also be hurrying about to make sure he got better as soon possible, right?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Tangerine grumbles, not exactly happy that she has a point there.

“Exactly, you got to take care of yourself the way you take care of your brother.”

“And,” Lemon chimes in as he sits down next to him, “you got to let your brother take care of you the way you take care of your brother.”

“Don’t be sentimental, you prick.”

“We aren’t trying to be,” Missy laughs as she joins them, “just trying to make sure you’re good to go when the next job comes.”

“I suppose I can live with that.”

The three sit in a somewhat relaxed silence as the abc iview channel plays in the background, despite everything, all three are just glad that everyone else is kicking to fight another day.

“Can we at least put the game on?”

“That’s on the cable, brother, we have to be frugal since we’re working the odd jobs.”

“Oh come the fuck on!”

—-

[curseofaphrodite]

wake up, fall down.

JAMES POTTER X READER

summary: james doesn't get drunk often but when he does, chaos follow. tw: mentions of alcohol! requested by the lovely @wrathspoet | very short btw.

James woke up with a headache so bad that he wished he could stay in bed all day. But there was a big match that morning, so he had to get up.

Maybe five more minutes wouldn't hurt...?

"GET THE FUCK UP!" you hit his head with the softest pillow you could find, but he still jumped up with shock — not by the pillow, but by your presence in the room.

"What the—?" he saw you towering over him with a glare. "What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that," you said through gritted teeth. James fell sideways to the floor, right off the mattress. He groaned, looking around him.

Nope, it definitely wasn't his room.

"What am I doing in your dormitory?" he asked, standing up slowly. He immediately gasped, looking at the bed and then at you. "No."

"Can you please get ready?" you threw his quidditch robes to his face; something Sirius had brought over earlier. "The match starts in less than an hour."

"What happened last night?" The question was aimed mainly at himself, but you ignored him anyway. Think, think!

There was a party, he was sure of it. The rest of the details were more than a little fuzzy.

"I promised McGonagall that I'd make sure you reach there on time, so let's go!"

"But—" He looked down and saw that he was fully clothed while waking up. He let out a breath he didn't know was holding. Now that he was sure he didn't actually sleep with you, he thought back on the last thing he could remember.

Butterbeer's yuck. You're just saying that because you don't wanna drink it. I don't! Have you ever tried it? No! This seems as good as night as any to change that.

James gasped.

"Some shithead from Ravenclaw asked me to drink!" he yelled triumphantly. "I remember now! Well, fragments. I must have been drunk off my ass but how did I reach here?"

"I was helping you sober up," you said, sighing.

He laughed because the prospect of you helping him seemed demonic. You rarely saw him eye to eye on any topic, let alone be acquaintances for a night. You kept fidgeting with your watch, which didn't go unnoticed either.

"Look, we don't have to talk about it," you shrugged, pointing to the robes. "Just get to the match in one piece."

Now that made him suspicious. Before you could leave the room to let him change his clothes, he got in front of the door to block your path.

"What did I do?" he asked, wide-eyed and innocent. "I can't even remember—"

Oh, but then he did. Seeing how you weren't meeting his eyes, he remembered.

Oh gods, I love you so much. Are you drunk? Yes, but that's not relevant. Kiss me. Potter, you need to sleep. You don't want to... kiss me? It's - I - STOP with your puppy eyes. I'll kiss you when you are sober. Deal? Deal!

"Oh!" his mouth fell open. He noted that you weren't angry, just flustered. A smug smile spread over his features. "Well, I think you owe me a kiss—"

Before he could complete that sentence, you had grabbed his jaw and pressed your lips against his. He stiffened under your touch, then kissed you deeper. Your tongue was dangerously close to his, and he felt it fit to make it more... pleasurable. His hand trailed behind your back, but you stepped away hastily.

"That was a kiss," he whispered, panting.

You rolled your eyes, though there was a ghost of a smile on your face. "Good luck with the match."

"Thank you. Wait," he gasped. "You kissed me because you knew I'd think about it all day long and get distracted! YOU WANT GRYFFINDOR TO LOSE!"

"C'mon—"

"WITCH! YOU'RE A WITCH!"

"Yeah, that was implied with my Hogwarts letter—"

"I'M SO MAD AT YOU BUT I'LL SEE YOU AFTER THE MATCH! DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO WINK AT ME FROM THE STANDS UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO FALL OFF MY BROOM!"