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Aim for the Sky Part 14 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: The guys and Nat pull through with something big for your baby shower. Bradley can't get enough of your body, and then he gets the biggest surprise of all.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral sex, adult language, lactation kink, pregnancy topics

Length: 6000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"I told you this would be a shitstorm," Bradley muttered quietly before taking a sip of his mimosa. Nat did her best to decorate the Hard Deck for the baby shower, and she even wore a dress for the occasion. But most of the attendees were the guys who decided to show up in essentially their gym clothes. In fact, the only one who looked halfway decent was Jake, probably because Cat told him what to wear.

"I don't mind this shitstorm," you told him, kissing his cheek as you picked up your orange juice. Jimmy was bartending since Penny was technically a shower guest, and he kept filling up your juice and making sure you were eating the snacks. Next time Bradley saw him on a regular night, he'd make sure to leave a big tip.

"What the hell?" Bradley groaned as Javy arrived and dropped another case of beer off on the gift table. "Even I know that pregnant women can't have alcohol. What in the actual hell is wrong with these people?"

You shot a glare in his direction before you stepped away to hug Javy. You had on another one of those bodycon dresses, and Bradley knew for a fact you weren't wearing any underwear. Not a single thread of it. Just that sexy, stretchy pink dress squeezing your curves like he wanted to be doing. Javy's hand slid a little low on your back for his liking, and he raised one unamused eyebrow before you stepped away.

God, he was so fucking cranky today. He still maintained that Valentine's Day was stupid, because he loved you every day, all the time. Last year he took you to that weird hotel with the hot sauce vending machine, which was fun, but he didn't need a special occasion to do anything. Having Rose's shower on the holiday should have given it more meaning, but he was irritable. 

He knew this day would come toward the end of your pregnancy, but last night, you fell asleep while he was going down on you. And this morning when you woke up, you didn't say a word about it. Like you'd completely forgotten. Then you put on that pink dress and made yourself look all cute for the baby shower, but he could tell you were tired. The exhaustion hit you like a ton of bricks after the trip to Mexico, just when Bradley became accustomed to having sex multiple times per day. Just when you were more glowing than ever.

"Bradshaw," Jake drawled, the sound alone grating on Bradley's nerves. "Did someone piss in your mimosa?"

The stupid smirk on his face made Bradley roll his eyes. "There are two dozen people here, and I'm your best option for someone to annoy?"

Jake laughed merrily in response. "Oh, Rooster. You're always going to be my top pick. Your reactions alone are priceless. Don't tell me you've got cold feet about the baby? You can't unfuck Angel. You know that, right?"

"Jesus, you're annoying," he muttered under his breath. "It has nothing to do with that." But he kind of wanted to pout. Or get a blowjob from you. That would probably make it better. "I'm excited for the baby. Obviously."

Jake shook his head. "Then may I suggest you put a smile on your face before you upset your wife? Let her have a good day. Also, she looks hot pregnant."

"Why are you even looking at her?" he mumbled before he walked over to you. It wasn't your fault that you were exhausted and achy with delectable tits. It wasn't your fault that you fell asleep last night, even though you could have definitely held on for five more minutes so he wasn't second guessing himself now. 

"Hey," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you from behind and letting his chin rest on your shoulder. "Having fun?" he asked as the final few guests arrived. Another case of beer and a bottle of champagne ended up with the rest of the gifts when Reuben walked in. "What is wrong with these men?"

Your laughter was light as you said, "I think it's kind of charming how clueless they are. I'm not sure why we even bothered to make a gift registry. Also, can you just tell me why you're pouting, Roo?"

He shrugged against your back as he ran his palm slowly up and down your belly, hoping to feel the Nugget kick. She seemed to be running out of room in there at this point, and the kicks were harder to feel. And maybe that was part of it, too. He was used to not only your horny ass on him 24/7, but he was used to his daughter greeting him when he talked to her.

"Does this have anything to do with me falling asleep while you were giving me head?"

Bradley's eyes went wide. "Sweetheart, do you really have to announce it to the whole place? If it wasn't any good, then it wasn't any good, but you know I'll try to make it up to you later."

"Stop it," you said with another laugh as you turned to face him. You were too beautiful. All he wanted to do was make you happy. "I've been trying to think of a way to make it up to you."

"I wasn't even sure you remembered falling asleep like that," he whispered.

You ran our hand down along his cheek as your belly bumped against his abs. "I'm sorry, Bradley. I couldn't stay awake for another second last night. Rose is requiring a lot more sleep now. I think we need to mess around earlier in the day. Oh! Maybe we can mess around in one of the Broncos this afternoon! You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah," he replied, unable to keep a smile from his lips. "I'd like that."

You kissed his lips softly and ran your thumb along his mustache, leaving him wanting more. "As soon as this shitshow is over, I'm all yours."

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"Thanks," you told Reuben as you patted the case of beer he bought for you. "So thoughtful."

"Oh, there's a gift card taped on the side, too," he told you with a smile. And sure enough, when you turned it around to look, you found it. A gift card to the liquor mart in Coronado.

"Thank you so much," you told him with a smile as you tried to figure out why everyone brought so much alcohol. "Just out of curiosity, why do you think I need this much beer and fifty dollars worth of booze?"

The guys all burst out laughing. "Because you have to live with Rooster!" Javy shouted, earning a swift middle finger from your husband. Then you started laughing, and even Nat, who looked fed up with all of them, had to hide her smile.

"We were wondering when you were going to ask," Jake said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out another gift card. "This is from us. For real this time. Congratulations."

He placed it in your hand, and tears filled your vision. Javy, Mickey, Reuben and Jake had all scribbled their names on the paper envelope, and someone had written Bob's on there even though he was still deployed. "It's for Amazon, for a thousand dollars," you whispered, afraid you were going to start actively crying.

"We heard diapers are expensive," Reuben said as he shoved chips and spinach dip into his mouth.

"We heard babies are expensive," Javy added.

"Babies are definitely expensive," Cat called out from the other side of the bar.

Bradley wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you buried your face in his chest as he said, "I'm not going to apologize for flipping you off, because I'm sure you deserved it for something, but thank you."

After a few deep breaths, inhaling the comforting scent of your husband, you looked up at everyone and said a very watery, "Thank you."

There was another card from Maria and Cam attached to a high chair, and Cat picked out a onesie that said Future Aviator. Maverick and Penny bought every bath accessory a baby could ever need, and then you were left with an enormous gift bag that Mickey was handing off with a bright smile on his face. 

"You got us something else?" you asked, bewildered since he already contributed to the hefty gift card. But when you looked inside, everything was blue. Blue bibs and outfits and crib sheets. Blue everything.

"We're having a girl," Bradley told him with a furrowed brow.

"What?" Mickey asked as he turned to look at Nat. "You said they were having a boy!"

She scoffed. "I never said that."

"You said the baby's name is Ambrose!"

Nat was rubbing her temples as she looked up at the ceiling. "I said the baby's name is Rose. It's a girl."

"Ohhhh. That's why we got Rooster a box of pink cigars," Mickey said, nodding as if that made sense as he handed you a gift receipt.

"You just ruined the last surprise," Javy complained, hitting Mickey on the back of the head with a cigar box before giving it to Bradley. "Save some of those for next time we go golfing."

You watched your husband hug everyone in turn as he held onto the cigars and the gift card. And you didn't even mind that you'd probably need to exchange most of the stuff Mickey picked out. Everything was actually pretty perfect. It was chaotic, for sure. The guys ate all of the elaborate hors d'oeuvres that Nat picked out like it was a bag of Doritos, and you started crying again when Cam and Maria kissed your cheeks at the same time. But nothing prepared you for what Natasha said when you and Bradley insisted on helping her clean up at the end.

"I didn't really get anything for Rose, because I don't know what she likes yet. But I wanted to make everything easier for you both, so expect a ton of diapers and wipes to be delivered to your house this week." She pulled two wrapped boxes out from behind the bar as she said, "And these are for you."

"Nat," Bradley said, trying to push the boxes away. "You weren't supposed to get us anything at all. You threw us a fucking baby shower! It's too much!"

You watched her press her lips together for a few seconds before she whispered, "You're my best friend, Soul Sister. I never imagined I would ever see you as happy as you are now. Just take the fucking gifts. They're personalized, so I can't return them."

Bradley gave your hip a little squeeze before handing you the boxes, and then he pulled Nat in for a hug which lasted all of three seconds before she shook her head. "God, you're the worst. Just open them," she muttered, trying to pretend like she wasn't crying.

Your emotions were all over the place. You were happy and excited and horny and everything all at once. And you loved Natasha, but you weren't expecting her to pick out something so simple yet so perfectly beautiful. You unwrapped your box while Bradley opened his, and then you were both holding up luxuriously fluffy white cotton robes. Across the back of yours was stitched Rose's Mom in beautiful rose colored thread, and there was a rose embroidered on the front in the same color. Bradley's was the same but larger with Rose's Dad on the back. You slipped it on over your pink dress and did a little spin.

"This is beautiful," you whispered while Bradley put his on as well.

When you hugged her, she said, "I don't want either of you looking frumpy while you're taking care of my goddaughter."

While you hadn't given extensive thought to the honorary titles, you knew she would fit the role perfectly. You smiled and nodded. "You're absolutely right."

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"Nat would be disgusted," Bradley said with a smile as he led you out to your quiet driveway later in the afternoon. The sky was a little dark from the storm clouds moving in, but it was still light enough out that he knew he needed to be cautious. He opened the back door of the blue Bronco and helped you in, and he was careful to help you keep yourself covered as you climbed in wearing nothing but your new robe. He tightened the sash on his, holding the front closed with one hand, and he followed you in.

"Roo," you whispered with a giggle. "I can see your cock."

He closed the door behind him and let the robe fall completely open, and soon you were yanking the sash so you could see all of him. Of course he was already hard and bobbing in excitement. "I'm pretty sure she intended for these to be worn over pajamas or underwear or something."

You just shrugged and straddled his lap, and told him, "I like it this way." You kissed his cheek while he cock was nestled up against your pussy, and he groaned in pleasure. "I'm sorry I fell asleep last night. I've been thinking about this moment all day. Wanting to make it up to you."

He felt a little bad for being so frustrated earlier, and he intended to say so, but then you pulled at the sash of your own robe, and he was treated to the sight of your swollen tits. When you shifted on his lap, they swayed ever so slightly, and he made a feral sound before leaning in to taste them. "Jesus," he moaned as he ran his nose around your breast. "So fucking warm." 

He sucked gently on your nipple while you played with his hair, hoping that the neighbors couldn't see through the line of trees into the Bronco. You tasted as good as you smelled, and he was salivating just knowing your milk would be coming in soon. Soft whimpers escaped you as he nibbled gently before sucking on you again, and you wiggled your hips until his tip was inside you. He slid his hands along the sides of your belly, and you gave him a little clench.

"Just a few more weeks, Daddy," you whispered, taking him deeper as he ran his tongue all over your chest. "Oh, you're such a good Daddy."

"Fuck," he growled, easing you back along the seat and hovering above you. "I thought this was gonna be sweet," he muttered, pistoning his cock into you, making your tits bounce. "But you're too hot."

You were whining his name, hands scrambling around for something to hold on to as he fucked you. "You don't have to be sweet, Roo. I like it rough."

"I know you do," he grunted kissing along your neck and palming your breast as he let you have it a little harder. "You're everything."

Eventually, like clockwork, his steady movements and whispered sentiments had you close. He let his hand cup your clit, his thumb stroking softly as he fucked you with sharp, strong strokes, and his other hand settled on your neck. You came instantly, your back arching, belly rising up to bump him.

"Bradley!" you screamed, and he glanced up to see if anyone was nearby. 

"Shh, Sweetheart," he coaxed, sinking his cock into your spasming pussy over and over until he couldn't take another second. "Oh, God." He pushed himself deep and dipped his thumb between your lips to keep you quieter, and he came and came. His balls were tight as he filled you, letting your body suck everything out of him that he had to give until he was a little dizzy. "Holy hell."

Your lips and tongue worked at his thumb as you lay there beneath him placidly. He kissed your nose and the perfect curve of your cheek before sitting up with his cock still inside you. You looked beautiful with your dainty rooster tattoo and your hard nipples, and when he withdrew slowly, he ran his fingers along your most intimate parts, collecting his cum.

"I hope the robes are machine washable," you whispered as you sat up, letting his cum dribble onto the fabric as you licked at his messy fingers. 

You had his cum on your lips, and your gaze was glued to his as he whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day, Baby Girl."

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Later that week, you were climbing into bed while Bradley was adding to the Nugget Notebook. He was reading softly out loud as he wrote, and you were trying to enjoy yourself, but you didn't feel great.

"Hey, Rosie," he muttered with a smile. "Mommy's belly is looking enormous these days, and that means you'll be here soon. I don't think I've ever been this excited before. Nine months is a long time to build up this anticipation, and I'm ready to meet you. Your nursery is finished. We even had your baby shower the other day. All we're missing now is our little girl."

"That's sweet," you whispered, trying to get your stomach ache under control, but a second later, you jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. "Oh no," you groaned before emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

Bradley was pounding across the floor right behind you, and you felt his hands on your back as you threw up even more. "What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing small circles. "What do you need me to do?"

"I don't know," you wailed, wiping sweat from your brow. "I feel awful. It started a few hours ago."

"Shit," he muttered, helping you lay down on the cold, tile floor. "Why didn't you say anything before?" He got to his feet and immediately had the blood pressure cuff on you while you closed your eyes and tried to get your heart rate to calm down. "Your blood pressure is low," he whispered. "This is inconsistent. It's been on the higher side."

Your mind was swirling with information as you tried to sit up, but Bradley was already on his phone. "What are you doing?"

"Calling Dr. Morris. Just lay still, Sweetheart." He rolled a towel up and tucked it under your head while Rose squirmed.

You did as you were told, because you were suddenly so tired, you couldn't think. You started to doze on the floor as Bradley spoke with someone. You only had four more weeks to go, but you felt like this was the beginning of the end. You just wanted to get the rest of this pregnancy over with as soon as possible. As you pulled the towel over your eyes to block out the light, your head started pounding. And when Bradley checked your blood pressure a second time, you heard him sigh.

"It's a lot higher now," he told whomever was on the phone. "Yes... yes... no... okay." A few seconds later, he was laying down next to you with one strong arm wrapped around your body. He kissed your ear and whispered, "They said it could be normal for this late in your pregnancy. The last month can get rough again, but we'll keep an eye on everything. If you don't feel a little bit better by the morning, I'll take you to get checked out."

You swallowed hard. "But you're supposed to be teaching tomorrow. Remember?"

He wanted to try his hand at flight instruction. He'd been talking about it for months. There would be fewer deployments if he thought it was a good fit for him, and Maverick was giving him the opportunity fill in on occasion now for an opening in the future.

"I don't care about that," he replied easily. "Let me get you girls back in bed."

Eventually you fell asleep while he rubbed your back. You could make it a few more weeks. Probably.

You felt a tiny bit better as the days wore on, but you were exhausted and achy. Your feet started to get puffy and swollen, and you could barely make it through a day at work.

"Are you almost ready to come out?" you asked your own belly in early March. 

But Bradley shook his head and got down in his knees in the middle of cooking dinner. "Absolutely not," he whispered. "You stay in there as long as you can, Rosie." He looked up at you with wide, brown eyes. "We're all doing great. Preeclampsia is under control again. You look incredible. I'm holding down the fort. That Nugget needs to stay put."

"I'm so tired," you whined. "My mom keeps saying I need to rest now before she's born, but I can't. I can barely sleep, and I always feel like I'm on the verge of throwing up again. And I'm just so fucking tired, Bradley."

"I know," he whispered, letting his cheek rest on your enormous belly. You were handily the largest pregnant woman you'd ever seen in your life, and you swore you got bigger by the day. "I'm taking care of as much as I can so you don't have to."

You started crying. "I feel disgusting. Everything hurts. My tits feel like they're on fire. My back feels like that time I woke up hanging halfway off the bed when I was drunk after my bachelorette party. My face is broken out, and I'm hungry."

Bradley sent you to the table with a bowl of homemade soup and spent thirty minutes trying to coax you to start your maternity leave early. But what were you supposed to do with your time if you were at home? Worry about the baby? Eat until you gained another ten pounds? Get frustrated that you can't sleep?

"No," you said, shaking your head. "I like going to work. I want to go to work."

He ran his hand along his face and asked, "Are we still doing maternity pictures on Sunday?"

"Yeah," you whispered, annoyed that you had scheduled it so late in your pregnancy, but you wanted to have some photos taken while you were still pregnant for his birthday calendar. He told you ages ago that was something he'd enjoy, and at least your breasts looked pretty nice at the moment. "I need you to meet me at the beach after you're done playing golf."

"There's no way I'm going golfing, Sweetheart."

"You have to. You promised the guys you'd smoke those pink cigars with them. And you'll look adorable in the photos with your cheeks all flushed from your outing."

He rolled his eyes and grouched as he walked away. "We'll see," he mumbled. "We'll just see."

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Bradley was sipping pink champagne from the bottle and smoking a cigar in the golf cart, and he had to admit you were right for making him come today. You were miserable now. Sometimes when he touched you, he saw you wince. The last time you and he had sex was in the backseat of the blue Bronco a month ago. He kept telling you it was okay, but you cornered him this morning when he was trying to shave around his mustache, and you gave him a blowjob.

He was still thinking about his cock sliding expertly along between your lips when Jake lit up a cigar next to him. "You're almost there old man. More responsibility than you've ever had before."

Bradley grunted in response. "I'm ready. Can't wait to meet her." He couldn't stop thinking about passing along his last name and his mom's name to a new generation. If he never met you, he was sure he'd never be at this point now, but you made everything so exciting for him. "My Nugget."

Jake smirked in response. "Feel free to call me crying a few weeks after she's born when you need a break."

"Okay. Like you're some sort of baby professional," he muttered before taking another sip of champagne. "You weren't around when Jeremiah was a newborn."

"Well, I'm around now," Jake replied with a hard edge to his voice. "And I intend to keep it that way. Been thinking about proposing."

Bradley looked him in the eye and asked, "You think she'll say yes?"

While he looked just as cocky as ever, there was something unsure in his eyes. "How could anyone say no?"

Bradley shrugged in response. "I could say no to you all day long."

"You're not a woman."

"My wife told you no as well."

Jake glared at him before laughing. "Aren't you supposed to be getting photos taken or something? We've got two more holes to finish up."

"Yeah," Bradley grunted in response, ready to get out of here and get back to you. "Javy! Let's go!"

Javy was practicing his swing while smoking his own pink cigar, and that fact that Reuben was filling in with his thirty-four handicap and chugging champagne made Bradley really miss Bob. They all wound along the pathway toward the seventeenth green. Bradley got par on both holes and handily beat the other three, and then he ended up getting changed in his Bronco to head to the beach.

He was supposed to meet you and the photographer who had made both of his dirty Baby Girl calendars at a very specific spot on a very specific beach up near Oceanside, and when he arrived, you were topless.

"Jesus," he moaned, watching you cover your tits with your hands as you spun to face him.

"You're early!" you complained as he glanced along the deserted stretch of sand.

"I don't see the issue," he told you, closing the distance until he could kiss you. His eyes drifted down to your chest as he asked, "What are you doing, Sweetheart? Dirty maternity pictures?"

The photographer snorted as you shook your head. "Don't worry about it, Roo. It's for a special project," you said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. He desperately wanted to grab at you, but the two of you weren't alone, and he didn't want to make you wince again.

"I love special projects," he whispered, a little concerned that he might get hard as you dropped your hands and took your top back from the photographer with a thank you.

Then he was subjected to two hours of photos. Two hours of being posed and prodded while sand blew in his face. Two hours of being told he was only allowed to touch you in a specific way.

"Wouldn't it be better to take photos after Rose is here?" he mused when he was finally allowed to just watch you pose alone with your hands on your belly.

"Oh, don't worry about that. We'll have another round of pictures with her, too," you informed him.

"Great."

It was one thing to enjoy pictures of you, but Bradley wasn't a very good photography subject. He got tired of smiling after about three minutes. Honestly, he'd probably smile a lot more with his tiny daughter in his arms at home instead of on the beach where the wind was kicking up.

"We're just about done," the photographer informed him, but he knew what he wanted.

"Can we get a few with the sun setting where we aren't posed at all?" he asked.

You were standing with the waves rolling up around your toes as you asked, "What did you have in mind?"

He reached for you and pulled you close, one big hand coming up to your cheek as he said, "Maybe something like this." Then he kissed you just like he always would, and his other hand found your belly. "I love you," he murmured, and you kissed him harder. Your arms were around his neck like it was your very first kiss, and he couldn't stop smiling. 

He honestly forgot there was anyone else there at all until she said, "These look perfect."

He was still smiling as his forehead came to rest against yours. "Of course they do. I'm with my girls."

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As the month of March wore on and the days grew hotter again, you were getting more uncomfortable by the hour. Your due date was fast approaching, and you felt like you lived at Dr. Morris's office now. They were constantly taking urine samples and blood samples, and when they finally sent you home on March twentieth with a cotton ball and a bandaid on your arm, you pouted at Bradley as he drove.

"Can we stop and get some ice cream?" you asked. "I was really good during my appointment."

"You were so good, Baby Girl," he crooned playfully, giving your thigh a squeeze. "I'll get you some ice cream."

He stopped at the super secret little ice cream spot near base, and you sat on a bench together with double scoop cones. Bradley's tongue was a major distraction as he licked along his strawberry and raspberry scoops, and you had to try to keep up before your treat melted everywhere. 

When he kissed your cheek, his lips were cold as he said, "You're too slow," before stealing a huge lick from your scoops. "You're dripping onto your shirt."

"No, I'm not," you insisted. You hadn't felt anything dribble onto your outfit, but when you glanced down, there was a damp spot on your shirt. Your brow furrowed, wondering how that could be, and then you gasped. "Oh. Ohhh. Are my nipples leaking?" you asked softly, handing him your cone and trying to discreetly look down your shirt.

"Oh my god," he groaned loudly, ice creams forgotten as he tried to get a peek, too. "Please tell me the answer is yes."

You bit your lip as you pulled your tank top and snug sports bra away from your tender breasts, ready to moan from the pain and pleasurable sensations. "They are," you gasped. When you looked up into his brown eyes, there was ice cream dripping onto both of his hands, and his lips were parted in awe. "Do you want to go home?"

He grunted something unintelligible, and you watched him inhale the rest of his ice cream. The fact that he let you eat something so messy in his Bronco was almost unfathomable, but he buckled you in and sprinted around to the driver's side while you held your cone. His cheeks were bright red in the setting sunlight, and he drove a bit faster than he usually ever did, his knee bobbing in anticipation.

As you licked at your cone and rubbed a hand on your tender belly, you sweetly asked, "What exactly do you want to do when we get home, Roo?"

He glanced over at you several times, pupils blown wide, before he rasped, "I need to taste you."

"Bradley," you moaned, squeezing your thighs together as he pulled into the driveway. "Please. I want you to."

"Fuck," he grunted, shifting into park and running back around to get you. He tossed your cone over his shoulder onto the grass, and he didn't complain when you wrapped your sticky fingers around his neck. He hauled you inside and took a seat on the couch with his legs spread wide and his erection bobbing in his gym shorts. "Show me, please," he begged, and you started to strip off your shirt. When you peeled off your bra as well, his eyes went even wider, and he took you gently by the hips until you were straddling his waist. 

"Jesus Christ," he whispered, eyes darting from your face to your breasts as a small bead of your breast milk dripped from your nipple. His fingers flexed on your hips and he whimpered.

"Go ahead," you coaxed, running your fingers through his hair. You were completely mesmerized by how badly he wanted this, and when he ran his tongue along your nipple before sucking gently, you whined.

He released you with a pop as your aching belly rested against him, and the possessive look in his eyes left you breathless. You guided him closer again with your hand at the back of his head, and this time, he didn't stop. He sucked and laved, lapping up your milk and buried his face in your breasts. You were leaking from both sides now, and he didn't let a single drop go to waste. He ran his nose and his fingers through it, tasting you on his skin as well as your own.

"You're so fucking warm," he whispered reverently. "And sweet. Oh my god, Baby Girl. Oh my god." Then his flat tongue swiped out for another taste. You let him keep going, loving the feel of his mouth and mustache, almost soothing you. By the time you pulled his cock free from his shorts, his tip was bright and angry looking, and after two pumps in your hand, he came all over both of you. Your leggings and his clothing were covered, but he was still lapping at your nipples, cheeks rosy and pupils wide.

"Daddy," you whispered, pulling away as you started to feel a little overstimulated and dizzy. "That was so hot."

He sank back against the couch, looking around like he was surprised to find the mess he just made. "Oh. Fuck. I'm sorry," he whispered, chest rising and falling with each deep breath. "I'll clean you up."

But you were laughing softly. "You got so carried away."

"I know," he groaned. "Your magic tits are killing me."

You whimpered and let him help you stand, and then you took him with you to get a shower. He didn't lick them again, but his hands were right there and his eyes were hazy as he looked you up and down.

"You're obsessed. What are you going to do when I'm no longer pregnant?"

His eyes lit up. "Well, I'll be delighted. Both of my girls will be here. And it's not like I wasn't obsessed with you before you were pregnant."

"Hmm, I suppose you're right." But as you climbed into bed, completely exhausted, you smirked as Bradley wrote a few paragraphs in the Nugget Notebook. You were wearing nursing pads now, but you came up with a little plan for the following day.

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Bradley left base a little late. He was honestly so thankful that Maverick was giving him an opportunity to help teach the newest batch of aviators to arrive at Top Gun, but it was a lot of extra work that he wasn't used to. He drove home with a folder of things he needed to take a look at, but all he could really think about was your tits. Big, round, warm, perfect.

He hadn't seen you all day, but he blushed every time he thought about how he blew his load everywhere last night. He was also a little afraid he might do it again if you let him loose on your lactating nipples. Jesus, how was he supposed to function now that he knew what you tasted like?

Anxiously, he ran his fingers through his hair. Okay, so he knew he needed it. If you were home already, he'd just ask you nicely if he could get in there before he cooked dinner. And to his delight, he saw your Bronco in the driveway when he drove down the street.

"Excellent," he muttered, trying to waddle up the walkway with a semi erect cock in his khakis. Ah, but you knew him so well. You knew he was going to be a mess all the time now. When he walked inside, you were standing there in the living room topless. He could barely see your lace panties for the size of your belly, but you were smiling as a droplet of your milk formed on your left nipple.

"Hi, Daddy," you greeted playfully, and he took two steps into the room before the look on your face changed from smiley to shocked. "Oh!" you gasped, looking down at your feet and taking a step backwards. "I think... oh my god. I think I just wet myself!"

Bradley's eyes went wide as he dropped everything he was holding. "Sweetheart. I think your water broke."

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[cherriesformatt]

the affair || matt sturniolo

summary: you sneak around behind his brothers back

warnings: suggestive

word count: 1,1k

a/n: Thank you for almost 300 followers and 300 notes under last post! Some of my favorite writers on here liked it and I was freaking out. Hope you like this one ily

"So you think he is acting different? Is that what you are saying?" I asked Nick while putting jar or peanut butter in the shopping cart.

We were grocery shopping for our movie night. Nick was one of my really good friends here in LA. I was a content creator as well. l mainly made music on TikTok, mostly singing and playing covers on the guitar.

"Yes... He is weirdly happy and not that tough as always...like man fine if he is getting laid but why the fuck he is so secret about it? Like we literally know that there is someone " He said and threw more stuff. Cookies and chocolate.

"I don't know Nick...Did you ask him?" I said looking at the labels of products.

I did not want to look him in the eye. If he only knew.

"No.. Chris only made one stupid joke about it and he got mad so we are not asking anymore" He answered.

We spent like an hour in Target before I drove us back to his house.

It was kinda late. Already past 10 pm, so we quickly took turns with a shower and settle to watch movies in his bed. We started Twilight because I made him. And because I knew by the time we start the second movie he is going to be asleep.

So when that happened, I left the tv on because I knew that's how he liked to sleep. I sneaked out of his room and went down the stairs.

I knocked on Matt's doors and within two seconds he opened it.

"Finally..." He said and pulled me into the room.

He closed the doors gently and smiled looking at me.

"Hi..." He said and gently pulled my chin to connect our lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I did not see him for two days due to his busy schedule.

He slipped his cold hands under my hoodie giving me a goosebump allover my body.

Did I ever planned to sneak behind Nicks back to hook up with his brother? No. It just happened. From the beginning me and Matt had a special connection. We could talk for hours even if both of us were not the biggest talkers in the world. We were similar but yet completely different.

"I missed you too" I said quietly after he pulled back to take a deep breath.

He sat on his bed and made me seat on his lap. I straddle him and smiled.

"Your brothers knows that you are getting some..." I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

"Believe me, I know..." He said and rubbed my cheek.

"I wonder why? Am I making you less mean?" I pushed on his chest so he was under me completely.

"Honestly I do not want to talk about my brothers right now" He said and turned us so now I was under him.

He started to kiss my neck and I moved my head a little to give him more access. I sight a little. I missed his touch so much. It was on my mind for a whole day.

This is going to be a long night...

"Stay with me.... It's like 4 in the morning anyways...He is not going to know..." He said after he helped me to clean up in the bathroom and waited for me to pee.

"I don't know Matt... I was usually back to his bed" I said and yawned.

I hugged him and close my eyes. I was so tired.

"You literally sleeping while standing" He kissed my head and hugged me back.

"To be honest I can't really stand..." I blushed and he laughed a little.

"You sleeping in my bed kid... thats it" He said and picked me up and took me to his bed.

"I am not sleeping naked tho..."I said and he just helped me to put one of his t-shirt on and my pajama pants back on.

I instantly did fall asleep in his arms.

I woke up with pure panic. Because clock on the nightstand said 11 am. That means Nick is up for sure. And that means there is no way to sneak out without him knowing.

"Matt..." I started to wiggled from his arms.

"Mhm?" He moved away and stretched.

"It's almost noon... they are probably up already" I said and covered my face with my hands.

"Baby... thats okay.. it's going for long enough. I wanna finally take you out and spent time together without pretending that you are my bro and that I'm having a fucking secret affair with some random girl that I am not telling my brothers about. Because you are far from that. I do understand that you are friends with Nick and it's like bros code or whatever you think it is. But I think is time..." He looked at me.

Like chilled out weren't you asleep 3 seconds ago? It is too early for this.

"I know..." I breathed out heavily.

"So? Let's go.. if they are up they are probably in the kitchen." He got up and pulled a shirt on because he was sleeping only in his pj pants.

I also got up and pulled my hoodie on and fixed my hair.

"Oh... good morning... so I am waking up, right? Looking next to me...my best friend? Gone. I though... maybe something happened...I texted her phone... still on my nightstand by the way. I looked through the window, her car is still here. So I came down stairs... Chris was already here. I asked him... Did you see y/n by any chance? Chris said no.. but unfortunately he wanted some water at 3 am.. he didn't see her just heard her... FUCKING MY OTHER BROTHER" Nick was looking at us from the kitchen table.

"Do not be dramatic Nick..."Matt started.

"Oh I am not being dramatic I lost 50 bucks to him. Because we had a bet if you tell us first or we will find out this way..." He pointed at us.

"So you knew?" I asked looking at him.

"Of course I knew... I always know. Free pass only this one time both of you. No more secrets. Like what the fuck? I am happy you're happy and I wouldn't be mad" He said.

"Im sorry... I love you" I came up to him and gave him a hug. He only patted my back.

"Alright, alright you should only be sorry for Chris. He is traumatized" He laughed.

Matt laughed as well but I felt embarrassed.

"I am kidding, you are fine" He said.

"Also I must say... I always knew you guys will end up together" He said and I smiled at Matt.

"No more secret affair..." Matt laughed.

"No more" I said.

"So should we go out for breakfast?" Nick asked.

"Yes, please, I am starving..." I said.

"Too many burned calories, huh?" Nick asked.

"Oh my god now it will never end.... let's go back to the secret affair actually" I covered my face with my hands.

[brnesblogposts]

in good arms

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

this idea came to me 20 minutes ago and i had to write it down.

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Bucky walked in the room to see you looking quite sorry for yourself, it tugged on his heartstrings and he decided it was his mission to make you feel better.

“Hey buttercup,” He quipped and received a glare off of you.

“Don’t ever say that again.” You stared right into his soul and he raised his hands in surrender.

“Why do you look so down?” He took a seat next to you on the couch.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s this stupid cast on my arm” Sarcasm dripping from your voice which made Bucky role his eyes.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have jumped off of a two story building” He gave you side eye.

“I was TRYING to do a cool super hero landing!” You argued back only to see him smirk.

“How’d that work out for ya?”

“Shut up” You smacked his shoulder and went back to sulking in your own misery.

“Wanna watch a movie? Take a nap? Watch a movie while taking a nap?” Bucky asked and you nodded.

“Nap sounds good” You smiled.

“C’mere” He patted his lap where you lay your head as he played with your hair.

You closed your eyes and soon enough were fast asleep. Bucky smirked and went into his pocket and got out black and gold pens and began to colour your cast. Every once in awhile he’d giggle to himself and then he’d look at you scared you’d wake up. About forty minutes later you started to stir and Bucky stroked your hair as you slowly woke up.

“Morning, doll” He smiled and you returned the gesture.

“Hey” You sat up.

“How’d you sleep?” All innocence in his voice.

“I slept pretty good act-“ You stopped mid sentence when you looked down at your broken arm..

“Bucky” You spoke quietly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He looked at you as if nothing had happened.

“Bucky did you colour in my cast” You slowly looked up to him again to see the biggest grin on his face. He held out his metal arm

“TWINS!” He beamed, he was so proud of himself and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You idiot oh my god I have to have this on for at least four more weeks.” You were looking at the gold detail, it really did look like his.

“We will walk around together and everyone will be in awe of how cute of a couple we are! Matching arms! Maybe we should get matching outfits to complete the look” He pulled you so you were sitting on his lap.

“Absolutely not, the arm is enough” You used your good hand to scratch the hair at the back of his head and he smiled dopily.

“I’m so glad you’re not mad, this really could’ve gone either way.” He laughed.

“You’re lucky I love you” Smiling at him before leaning in to kiss him sweetly.

“I love you my metal arm girl” To which you giggled and dug your head into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

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hope you liked it, if you did please give it a reblog! i would appreciate it! also let me know if you want me to do a little drabble where the other avengers react to seeing the reader with the cast identical to buckys arm ..

[alisonsfics]

off limits - part two

pairing: brothersbestfriend!henry cavill x reader

summary: henry was best friends with your brother, theo, which meant despite the clear chemistry between you two, you both had chosen to not date

part 1 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 coming soon

word count: 3.5k

warnings: suggestions/references to smut, but no actual smut

When you woke up the morning after kissing Henry, you felt like you had made the biggest mistake of your life. You had the most amazing guy kissing you, and he was just as into you as you were into him, but you pushed him away.

Your logical brain knew that you both couldn’t realistically be together; after all, he was your brother’s best friend.

The other part of your brain knew how great Henry was and made you feel stupid for throwing that away.

You knew you needed to get Henry off your mind. You were going on a trip to Hawaii with your best friend for two weeks, and you couldn’t waste a vacation like that by thinking about a guy you could never have.

You hoped that this vacation would be the fresh start you needed.

You and your best friend, Grace, were currently sitting at the airport waiting for your flight. As you sat there struggling to keep your eyes open, you saw a text pop up on your phone.

It was from Henry…

It said “I hope that you have a good flight and a good first day of vacation. Don’t forget to take lots of pictures!”

You smiled to yourself. You glanced down at your watch and realized it was 5:30am, which left you wondering why Henry was up so early. Did he wake up early to text you? Was he just a morning person?

Grace noticed the smile on your face within seconds. “I know that look. Who’re you texting?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at you. You quickly hid your phone screen with your hand. “It’s not important,” you lied, even though you knew she could see through your lie.

“Oh my god, it’s a guy, isn’t it?” She asked you, curiously. After all the years of friendship, she had become a wizard at knowing exactly what you were thinking. “Okay fine, it’s a guy, but nothing is going on between us.” You told her.

She didn’t believe you, but she knew she had gotten as much information as she could by prying, so she moved on.

You thought about it for a second, and then texted Henry back.

“Thank you so much. I’ll text you when we land. Have a good day”

You couldn’t help the smile that popped up on your face when you thought about him.

Meanwhile, Henry was having a problem with how much he was thinking of you. He had been tossing and turning in bed all night, which is why he was awake to text you so early.

He had two alternating thoughts in his head. He kept replaying the kiss and your flirting in his head. He felt so frustrated that you both couldn’t be together. On the other hand, he also couldn’t stop thinking about what your lips tasted like and what it felt like to have you running your fingers through his hair.

He couldn’t get you out of his head, and he didn’t know what to do about it.

You and Grace finally boarded the plane after what felt like hours of waiting. After the plane took off, Grace busied herself by reading a book she packed. You had plans for a nap. You crossed your arms and fell asleep in seconds.

You felt the warmth from the sunlight on your skin as you laid in bed. You were reading the book from your bedside table and sipping your morning coffee. Then, the bed shifted next to you.

You looked to your left and saw a shirtless man roll over to face you. It was Henry. His hair was tousled from sleep, and he looked at you with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning, love,” you said, brushing some of his curls out of his face. You turned to set down your book and rolled over to face him. “You look gorgeous,” he said, kissing your bare shoulder.

“I love you,” you said, raking your fingers through his hair. He continued pressing kisses along your collarbone and chest before picking up his head.

“I had a really good time last night. Best anniversary ever.” He said, grabbing your hips with his large hands. He pulled himself on top of you and caressed your sides.

“What do you say to a round two?” You asked, admiring his naked torso. He smirked before cupping your face and kissing you. “I can never say no to you, sweetheart,” he mumbled.

You jolted awake and realized you were on the airplane still. “You alright?” Grace asked you, placing her hand on your shoulder. You nodded your head, catching your breath. “Just a dream. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You said, excusing herself.

You went into the small airplane bathroom and splashed some cold water on your face. All your brain could think about was Henry, even when you were asleep. You didn’t know how you were going to survive this trip if you kept having dreams like that.

When you both finally landed, you sent Henry a quick text letting him know that your flight was good.

The first place you headed was the hotel to get changed and then straight to the hotel pool. The hotel was on the beachfront and also had a separate pool.

You and Grace immediately noticed how pretty the ocean was. There was islands in the distance and even a double rainbow. “C’mon, we have to go take a picture,” you said, grabbing her hand and dragging her with you.

You both took some pictures of the gorgeous view. “Do you want me to take a picture of you for you to send to your boyfriend?” She asked, smirking at you. You frowned and jokingly rolled your eyes. “Number one, he’s not my boyfriend. Number two, I would like a picture, but not to send to him.” You corrected her.

“Whatever you tell yourself,” she said, grabbing your phone to take your picture. Then, you both headed back to the pool. You quickly jumped in the water and leisurely swam around.

You got out of the water before Grace and laid in one of the pool chairs you had set your stuff down on. You stared at the picture on your phone of you on the beach. You wanted to send it to Henry, but you were nervous because you were wearing a bikini on it. You were insecure that he wouldn’t think you looked good, but you also didn’t want to push any boundaries since you had agreed to just be friends.

You ignored your brain and hit send.

You set your phone down, so you could stop worrying about it. Then, you locked eyes with a guy across the pool. He was staring at you.

You quickly looked away, hoping he wouldn’t bother you, but you were unsuccessful. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him get up and start walking toward you.

“Excuse me, beautiful.” He said, sitting down in the chair next to you. You looked over at him and gave him a half-hearted smile. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked you.

Not only were you not interested, but even if he had seemed nice, you’d feel like you were cheating on Henry. You knew it was crazy because Henry wasn’t yours.

You quickly shook your head. “No, thank you. I actually have a boyfriend.” You lied, hoping he would leave you alone. He shrugged in response. “Well, I don’t see him.” He said.

Your blood began to boil with rage. “Just leave me alone.” You snapped at him. He still didn’t budge. “Show me your boyfriend then,” he argued.

You rolled your eyes. He was being ridiculous, but you wanted to get him to leave. You grabbed your phone, and without thinking you FaceTimed Henry.

It started to ring, and you prayed that he would answer. His face popped up on the screen, smiling at you. “Hey, baby,” you said, smiling back at him.

Henry furrowed his eyebrows at your use of the nickname. You hoped that he could tell from your expression that he needed to just play along. “Hi, beautiful. What’s up?” He asked, curiously.

“Can you tell this asshole to leave me alone and that you’re my boyfriend?” You asked him. It all clicked inside Henry’s brain, and he was furious. You flipped the screen around to show the guy. “Hey, you stay the fuck away from my girlfriend, okay? You understand me? She told you to go away, so just respect that or I’ll have to come beat your ass.” He threatened.

The guy finally walked away, and you turned the screen back to your face. You could see the concern on Henry’s face. “Are you safe now? Did he leave you alone?” He asked you, quickly.

You nodded your head. “I’m all good. Thank you though,” you said, sincerely. He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. “Are you sure? I want you to be safe.” He told you. He wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he was worried about you.

“I promise I’m alright, Henry. I think we were going to head up to our room anyway. Thank you for being so sweet and caring.” You said, smiling. Finally, a smile formed on his face. “Of course, I’m always here for you. Also, that picture you sent me, absolutely beautiful.” He said.

You felt your heart beat faster from his compliment. You convinced yourself that he was talking about the view and he wasn’t talking about seeing you in a bikini.

You saw Grace walking towards you, so you knew you needed to end the call. “Thank you. I have to get going, but have a good rest of your day.” You told him.

“You too. Stay safe,” he told you before hanging up.

Grace walked up to you, and you could tell she hadn’t seen the phone call. “You want to head up to the room before we have to get ready for dinner?” You asked her.

She nodded, and you both headed upstairs.

You both spent some time unpacking your suitcases and organizing your stuff since you had some time before you had to leave.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet and protective Henry had been. Maybe it was just normal human decency to want your friend to be safe from creepy guys, but it just made you think about how loving he would be if you both were dating.

He would always make sure you were safe, and you’d never have to deal with another pushy guy again.

You couldn’t help but feel mad at Theo. It wasn’t even his fault that you and Henry couldn’t be together, he didn’t even know about your kiss or anything. You knew that you and Henry were making the right decision, but that didn’t make it feel any better.

After cleaning up and watching a movie or two, you decided to take a shower before you had to leave for dinner. Grace grabbed the tv remote and put on some random sitcom to keep her busy.

She felt the couch start to move next to her. She glanced over, thinking her phone was ringing. She saw a picture of Henry on the screen and realized it was your phone, and that Henry was trying to FaceTime you.

Her first thought was that something bad happened to Theo, so Henry was calling to tell you. She quickly answered it, thinking it was an emergency.

Henry’s face popped up on the screen as she clicked accept. She could tell he was shocked to see her. “Oh uh, hey Grace.” He said, confused.

“Hey Henry. She’s in the shower right now. Is everything okay with Theo? Did something happen?” She asked, anxiously. Henry quickly realized what she was thinking and shook his head. “No no, nothing like that. Theo’s fine. I just called to check in and talk to her. She doesn’t need to call me back though if she’s busy. You don’t need to bother her for me.” He told her.

She slowly nodded her head and tried to figure out why your brother’s best friend was calling you “just to talk.”

“Okay then, see you later, Henry.” She said, hanging up the phone. Her mind was running wild with all the possible reasons why Henry called you.

The most logical one was that you both were together, and she was intrigued. A secret relationship between you and your brother’s best friend was pretty interesting.

She impatiently waited for you to get out of the shower to ask you all her questions. You, of course, had no idea what was coming your way when you left the bathroom.

You immediately made eye contact with Grace, and she was wiggling her eyebrows at you. She quickly patted the spot next to her on the couch.

You gave her a confused look before sitting next to her. “What’s up with you?” You asked her. She smirked. She wanted to tease you and make you wait, but she couldn’t wait any longer to ask you questions.

You grabbed your water bottle to take a sip while she made you wait a few seconds.

“So, when were you going to tell me that you were secretly fucking your brother’s best friend?” She asked, causing you to almost choke on your water.

Grace seemed pretty amused by your reaction. “What the hell are you even talking about?” You asked. You didn’t have a clue where she could’ve gotten an idea like that. She just grinned to herself.

“A certain handsome man tried to call you while you were in the shower.” She told you. You could feel your eyes go wide. “Henry called? Wait, did you answer it? Why would you do that? And what did he tell you?” You asked, bombarding her with questions.

Grace could tell from your response that she was definitely on the right track. You wouldn’t have cared this much is she was way off base.

“Slow down, too many questions. I answered because I was worried something happened with Theo. Only to find out, he called just to check in on you, which would be fine except he’s your brother’s friend not yours. So, either he likes you and you are the most oblivious person on the planet or you two are sleeping together. Judging by your reaction, I would assume it’s the second option.” She told you.

You felt like your mind was racing. Henry had called you, just to talk. “Henry and I aren’t sleeping together.” You told her, even though you had a feeling she wouldn’t believe you.

“Really? Cause I saw how excited and smiley he looked before he realized I answered the phone and not you. Also, did you just see how you reacted when I brought him up?” She asked you.

You took a deep breath. You knew you’d have to tell her the whole story for her to believe you. “Okay fine, I’ll tell you.” You confessed. The smile on her face grew as she clapped excitedly.

“So, Henry and I kissed at Theo’s party.” You told her, knowing to pause because she’d have a comment to make. Grace nearly squealed and playfully hit your arm. “And you didn’t tell me? This is huge! Also, what kind of kiss are we talking? Like a little peck or a proper kiss?” She asked you.

You could feel your face heat up, and she noticed. “Oh, it was a real kiss. Like, I may have ended up in his lap.” You admitted, timidly. Grace's jaw dropped. “You’re kidding! You tried to play this off like an innocent little kiss at a party, but you guys were properly making out. Is he a good kisser?” She asked you, excitedly.

“Yeah, he was a really good kisser.” You told her, smiling. All of the feelings of that night were coming flooding back to you. “So, why didn’t you tell me that you had a new man?” She asked you, poking your arm.

“Because I don’t.” You told her, simply.

She frowned at you. “I think you do. You both made out on a rooftop, and the next day he’s calling just to talk to you.” She told you. She was so excited for you. She knew Henry was a great guy, and she could tell you liked him a lot.

“After the kiss, we both decided it was a bad decision. It would make things really awkward with Theo, and neither of us want to do that. So, we decided to just stay friends and not overcomplicate anything. It would get too messy.” You told her, even though it made you feel like you a punch in the gut.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.” She said, pulling you into a tight hug.

You both stayed like that for a while. It felt nice to get it off your chest, but talking about your kiss with Henry made you want a relationship with him more.

“I think we need to go and have an amazing night at dinner to cheer you up. What do you say?” She said, trying to make you feel better. You nodded and then went to go get dressed for dinner.

You both had a great night at dinner, and you weren’t even thinking about Henry. Until you got back to the hotel room and Grace quickly fell asleep, so you were alone with your thoughts again.

You were still dressed up from dinner, and you grabbed your phone and headed to the balcony connected to your room to call Henry back.

You curled up on the comfy sofa on the balcony and hit the call button.

Within seconds, Henry’s face appeared on the screen. He had a sweet smile when he saw your face. “Hey, you. How’re you doing?” he said, softly.

You smiled back at him. “I’m doing good. We just got back from dinner. We went to this really nice restaurant. The food was delicious. It was nice to get all dressed up too.” You said, panning the camera down a little to show him your dress.

“You look stunning. I’m glad you had a good time. Kal and I had a nice night in. We ordered some pizza and watched some movies.” He said, turning the screen so you could see Kal cuddled up to his side.

As amazing as your night was, you wished you had been with Henry. A pizza movie night wearing your pajamas with Henry and Kal sounded like a perfect evening.

“Awww, tell the little guy I said hi when he wakes up.” You said, smiling. Henry couldn’t even get the smile off his face.

“So, I don’t know if you heard, I tried to call you earlier. Sorry if I freaked Grace out, but you don’t need to call me back if you’re busy.” He told you. You were still so flattered at how sweet he was.

“No, it’s okay. Grace gets it. I may have told her about what she’s now calling our rooftop make out. She just kept asking questions, and I kinda caved. She won’t tell anybody though. But anyway, I just really needed to talk to you after today.” You told him, honestly. He chuckled at the joke Grace had made, but then was just as serious as you were.

He knew exactly what you meant. He really needed to talk to you and just hear your voice.

“So, I’m assuming today was just as hard for you as it was for me?” He asked, sighing. You just nodded your head. “It’s kinda been hell,” you told him, honestly.

“I spent all day wondering if we made the right decision, and I can’t stop replaying last night in my head. I keep trying to come up with any way that we could make this work.” He told you, and you could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Did you come up with anything yet?” You asked, even though you knew there was no loophole.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head. “Trust me, if there was a way, I’d be on the first flight to Hawaii.” He said. You felt a pull on your heartstrings.

“I wish that could happen, but I think we’re doing the right thing and that’s what sucks so much.” You told him. He nodded his head, agreeing with you. “I would never want to do anything to hurt Theo, but god, this is hell.” He confessed.

You could see the frustration in his eyes. “Is it bad that I keep wondering if us being friends is making this better or worse?” You asked him.

He let out a light laugh. “No, I keep thinking about it too. I feel like this is just making it ten times harder on us, but I can’t stand the thought of never talking to you again.” He told you.

An idea popped into your head. “So, what if we didn’t talk the rest of the time I’m in Hawaii. Then, we could meet up for lunch or something when I get back?” You suggested. You could see him thinking about it before he responded.

“I think that’s a really smart idea, but promise me that if there is anymore creepy guys, you won’t hesitate to call me.” He asked you. You nodded and smiled at him. “I promise.” You said, softly.

You both said goodnight and then hung up the phone and went to bed.

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Stupid Jar Opener

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

PLEASE DON’T STEAL!!!

Be kind😅 I wrote this in about 20 minutes…

I have had NO MOTIVATION recently… this is my attempt to get back to it❤️.

Rooster woke up with the biggest smile on his face. He had been gone for almost three months on a deployment. He came home to his cozy house and his beautiful wife.

Rooster reached to feel for Y/N and was met with the cold bed. He smirked. Though he wished to hold on to her for a little bit longer this morning. He knew where she was. He knew that despite being separated for months, she wanted to keep their home as normal as possible for him. And on Saturdays, Y/N would wake up, start coffee and start to make breakfast.

Nothing too special, just eggs, bacon and toast. Bradley knew Y/N didn’t have to do this. He knew this wasn’t some kind of prehistoric mindset of women serving. He knew this was her own special way of showing love. Y/N was an incredibly independent person. But there was one thing. Every Saturday, like clock work, Rooster would be woken up by Y/N holding a jar of his favorite jam, pouting.

He knew it drove her crazy that as a strong adult woman, she couldn’t manage to open a jar. Bradley would gladly, and smugly, open it every time. All while silently praying Y/N never caught on to the fact he was secretly tightening it Friday nights before bed.

Bradley knew this was an insane thing to do. But since he was gone so much, he enjoyed feeling needed while he was at home. As he laid there the smile slowly faded from his face. It had been about 20 minutes and there was no Y/N and no jar.

He was about to get up and see is she had run away when the door opened. Bradley looked to the door and smirked, “Jar trouble again?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Not this time. Breakfast is ready.” She said sassily as she turned and walked away.

Bradley froze. ‘What?’ Roaster thought. ‘She doesn’t need me to open the jar? That is literally all I am good for around here!’

Bradley quickly got up and rushed to the kitchen. He stared at the table which had not one but three different jars of jams and jellies almost mocking him.

A smiling Y/N handed him a plate and he snapped, “Are you breaking up with me?”

“Bradley we’re married. What are you taking about?” Y/N asked.

“Then what the hell is this?” Bradley said starting to panic.

“Breakfast?” Y/N asked again, even more confused.

“I MEAN THE JARS! How did you open them?” Bradley said almost yelling.

Y/N looked at her husband’s very serious face and then broke into laughter.

She walked to the counter and opened a drawer revealing a plastic apparatus.

“It’s a jar opener.” Y/N said calmly, as if talking to a spooked animal. “I got it so I could still eat while you were gone.”

Bradley looked at the inanimate object and immediately recognized it as the enemy.

“No.” Bradley said, “Get rid of it! Opening jars is literally the only thing you need me for and I will not be replaced by a wannabe can opener!” Bradley was deathly serious.

Y/N, however, was in tears from laughter. She understood where Bradley was coming from and thought this might happen. But never fear, she had a plan.

“Well you two will have to learn to get along. Now eat before it gets cold.” Y/N said and then kissed his cheek.

Bradley pouted and sat down. ‘Now what will happen? She’s going to realize I’m useless around her and leave me!’ He thought.

Y/N could tell by his silence that her loving, but over dramatic, husband probably thought they were as good as divorced.

“Oh! While I’m thinking about it,” Y/N said, getting Rooster’s attention.

“The step-stool broke while you were gone and I haven’t been able to get a new one. Can you please check and change some of the lightbulbs when you get a chance?”

“YES!” Bradley shouted, “Absolutely! In fact I’ll go do that now!” He rushed off leaving half a plate of food.

‘Ha! Take that stupid jar opener!’ He thought to himself.

Y/N shook her head and smiled. She knew it would work.

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Quicken

Fic O'Ween Day 10: Spellbound, for the Firefighter/ EMT AU! Read First Burn, Spark (rated E), and Kindling & Embers for previous installments! Coops 'n Cubs belong to @lumosinlove, fest header belongs to @noots-fic-fests <3

TW implied past smut, mentioned current medical emergencies

Keep me?

If you don’t want—

Keep me. Keep me.

I can do that.

Remus Lupin was the biggest idiot in the world. And also stupid. And utterly, hopelessly, unbelievably head over heels for the gorgeous lump of muscle and sweet smiles he had left, adorable and asleep, in a Midtown double-wide.

God, he was so fucking dumb.

You better not be on-call tomorrow morning, ‘cause you’re making me breakfast.

His mouth didn’t always run off on him, but when it did, it always did it with a bang. His bouncing knee rattled the broken edge of his seat and made the lady next to him shoot a dirty look across her phone. The subway hustled onward; Remus glanced at his watch and found that time had not, in fact, decided to run backward and that he was, in fact, officially late for his shift.

Shithell.

He wasn’t even given the mercy of an empty kitchenette to slink into after sprinting the three blocks from his stop to the station. “Good morning, sunshine,” Leo cooed with a smile wide enough to be frightening. He oozed the smug confidence of a man who had more than earned the purple smudge peeking out of his shirt collar.

Remus ground his back teeth against the blood rushing to his face and snatched a mug from the cupboards. The coffeemaker juddered a familiar rhythm. Id-i-ot. Id-i-iot. Id-i-ot.

“How was your night?”

“None of your business.”

“I covered your ass for the last—” Leo gave the wall clock an exaggerated look. “—twenty-seven minutes, my goodness. I think I deserve an explanation.”

A prim sip of tea made Remus’ eye twitch. “I overslept.”

“Exciting. You look sore. Sure you’re ambulatory?”

Remus managed to choke down a knee-jerk defense; something in Leo’s glittering eyes told him this situation would not be made better by a description of his rather athletic night. “Yes.”

“Nice hickeys. What is this, a frat house?”

His hand flew to his neck before his mind could catch up. The panic hit first, followed by a chaser of distilled regret. “God—fuck you!” he complained, shaking his hand out as if that would roll back an instant admission of guilt. Leo buried a grin in the rim of his mug and blew steam at him. Remus snatched the coffeemaker up and gave himself a heavyhanded pour. “It was a good night. I overslept. I’m here now.”

“Twenty-seven minutes.”

“…sorry.”

“No, no, this is worth it. Only your lucky-ass self would find the one call-free morning to oversleep.” Leo’s pager (a preference of the chief) gave a light buzz—saved by the bell. He downed his tea in one gulp, patting down his front pockets the way Remus had taught him during his first week. But then Leo paused with one hand on the wall separating the kitchen from the rest of the station. His chin jerked forward. “Nice shirt, by the way. Don’t think I’ve seen that one before.”

Remus looked down at himself and spit a mouthful of coffee straight into the sink.

--

Hey I’m so sorry.

Nope.

Good morning—

Certainly not.

Hey, I’m sorry, I’m stupid and forgot about my shift this morning even though I was on your case about the same thing, so sorry for saying you could keep me and then leaving you in bed. You were too cute to wake up. Also sorry for stealing your shirt.

Remus’ phone dimmed over the open ‘Messages’ app. Sirius’ Instagram bubble had been green on his last break. He let the screen go dark. Boisterous laughter spilled in from the other side of the station and his heart kicked. No, he thought firmly. Sirius’ team. Not Sirius.

Sirius, who probably woke up alone and cold and confused. Hours had come and gone. He definitely hated Remus’ guts by now.

Don’t fuck your coworkers. How many times had he drilled that sentiment into the heads of his rookies? How many times had Moody drilled it into him? Other stations were fair game, open season, free reign, but don’t fuck your coworkers, stupid. And definitely don’t fuck your coworkers stupid.

Remus’ face heated. He forced those thoughts out of his mind. Under his thumbnail, his phone case bent, and he shoved it into his pocket before it could distract him further. The mental highlight reel of Sirius coming apart under him (around him) was no excuse. He knew better. Sleeping with a coworker was a rookie mistake, but this…this was so much worse, because it was Sirius.

It had been so much better, because it was Sirius.

And he had thrown it away. All of it. Sirius would be right not to look at him after this. He’d be right not to want him.

No more thoughts of dark stubble, or spicy cologne, or the clench of thighs around his waist. No more lingering on Sirius’ wayward grins and soft hair through Remus’ fingers, or the steady way his breath puffed over Remus’ skin when he began to fall asleep. If he could just focus on inventory for twenty more minutes—

The siren slit his concentration down the middle.

“Fuck,” he muttered, checking off a last box of sterile gloves before jogging for the door. Leo was dozing in the window seat he had padded for himself a year back and jolted awake when Remus smacked the wall next to his head. “Go time, Knutty, lights and sirens!”

“All EMS personnel, report to rig 6—”

“Inventory?”

Remus grimaced. “Halfway.”

“Why can’t people ever have convenient emergencies?”

“Make sure to send the next flash flood my calendar availability, yeah?”

They took the corner tight, sneakers squeaking on the concrete. The rig crew was already set up for them—Remus loved it when people took advantage of a slow morning—and he snagged a set of keys off the wall hook with a glance at his pager, chucking them to Layla.

“Bravo on 3rd and Central!” he called to her. “You drive, Knutty and I have the back.”

“On it!”

Go, go, go. If there was one thing Remus loved about this job, it was the total inability to dwell. His keel found even water best when the waves were rolling up around them. Stagnancy was not an option. “D-1, Layla, talk me through!”

“Multiple victims!”

“D-4?”

Her expression flickered for just a second. “Explosion.”

“What’s the Bravo tell you?” Seatbelts, stretcher, respirator. The first ambulance was already out—it would be engines next, then their backup squad. He opened his mouth to speak and found Leo already packing burn ointment into the front compartments. “Nice, Nut. Layla! Bravo!”

“Sorry, uh—potentially life threatening, basic support!”

He knocked on the window between the cab and the rear, and passed a thumbs-up through the gap. “Three for three. Keep it up.”

“Remus!”

“Hi, yeah—”

Remus nearly choked on his own tongue. “Sorry, bad timing,” Sirius rushed out. He pressed close to the ambulance, which was the logical and spatially-aware thing to do in a bustling firehouse, but did absolutely nothing to quell the tsunami crashing through Remus’ insides.

“Hi,” Remus repeated, breathless in the surge. “I’m so sorry. I’m so dumb. Last night was—good, it was really good to—um—multiple burn victims, also sorry for stealing your shirt?”

“We can talk later, it’s okay.” Sirius was looking at him. It was strange. Not…not quite desire, but searching. For what, Remus didn’t know.

The engines roared to life. Sirens fractured his hearing.  Layla would have them up and running in the next fifteen seconds. “I’ll be right back!” Remus shouted over the noise, leaning out between the aluminum doors to be heard. “Probably! And—god, sorry I left, that was a dick move!”

“It’s fine!”

“Not really! I didn’t want to!”

Sirius barked a laugh. “I’m glad!”

A laugh simmered in his own chest, fighting to get out. He started to speak again (though to say what, he wasn’t sure) only to be silenced by a quick, chaste press of lips on his own. He sat hard on the cold bench behind him.

“Screaming people,” Sirius said. A grin dimpled his cheek. “Go get ‘em.”

The ambulance jerked forward; Remus kept his side of the doors open as long as he could, spellbound, just to see him stand there against the reds and golds of their shared home. The slam of aluminum and steel dragged him from his dazed reverie. He pressed back against the wall and blinked the stars out of his eyes.

On the opposite bench, Leo clucked his tongue. “So that’s where your shirt went.”

The laughter bubbled free, and it didn’t stop until Remus felt half-drowned from it.

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More Wayne H.C.

More on what I wrote yesterday.

A couple of years after Eddie (finally) graduates, Wayne gets a promotion at the plant. That means he gets a nice pay increase and can finally say goodbye to the night shifts. The three of you move into a double-wide at the park because Eddie and Wayne aren't ready to be apart.

You are usually up early for work, so while Eddie is dead to the world, you and Wayne will share a pot of coffee while sitting on the porch. You refer to it as your "morning conference."

You'll also make breakfast because Wayne's idea of a balanced breakfast is a cigarette and a pop tart.

During this time, Wayne loves to tell you stories about Eddie from when he was younger. Even if the story involves Eddie getting into trouble, Wayne always smiles when discussing his nephew.

During one of your morning conferences, Eddie stumbles out of his bedroom, wondering where you could be when he hears your sweet laughter from the porch.

The door is open, and through the screen door, he can hear Wayne tell you about when he had to chase him through the park when Eddie was buck ass naked.

You turn when you spot him, and Wayne notices how your face lights up when you see your sleepy boy stagger onto the porch. He's shirtless, and his pajama pants rest on his hips perfectly.

You both tell him good morning, and you nearly drop your coffee when he plops his ass onto your lap. He quickly wraps his arms around your shoulders and buries his face in your neck.

"Babe, I almost dropped my coffee!"

"I woke up all alone, then I find you two out here talking shit about me." You giggle as you quickly offer him a sip from your cup, which he gladly accepts.

Wayne shuffles the three of you inside, where Eddie helps you make a quick breakfast of toast and eggs.

When Wayne leaves for work, you walk him to the door, hand him his lunch, and tell him to have a good day. He pauses for a minute and pulls you into a hug before giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Make sure our boy doesn't do anything too stupid, yeah?"

"I heard that!"

"Good, you were supposed to!"

Wayne loves many things about you. But the biggest reason he would be ready to throw down for you is because you care about his boy just as much as he does.

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Kyra Cooney-Cross x reader

plot: kyra, a midfielder decides to date a defender on her team, what happens when she takes a big fall on her debut.

warnings: swearing, injuries

It was your girlfriends second week at Arsenal and you had never been any prouder, she was working her ass off in training and everyone could tell her debut was coming soon.

Nobody was as excited as you when Jonas started hinting at her debut game, not even Kyra herself could reach your excitement.

"I wonder what your chant will be?" you asked yourself as you ate dinner the night before the game "babe, we don't even know if I will play" Kyra told her "it would be stupid not to" you shot back and reached out for her hand

"I just want to finally play a game where we are on the same team," you said as Kyra squeezed your hand "We will, I just don't want to get my hopes up" You nodded your head as you agreed with the girl.

"My hopes are already up"

"Oh I know" Kyra smiled before a waitress came up and asked for your drinks, both just getting a soft drink

"You're starting tomorrow" Kyra pointed out "I hope Jonas takes me off at least once, my head started to spin last time"

"I think that was because you skulled a full bottle of Powerade before hand" Kyra pointed her eyebrows at you.

"Katie threatened to drink it while I was gone it was only fair" Kyra watched you complain about your fellow Irish teammate with a smile

She loved your passion no matter whether it was about a pop artist, your love for dogs or in this matter football.

You loved the way you felt when you kicked the ball underneath an attacker's feet and saved a goal that could've been kicked.

Kyra loved that about you,

She loved you.

Squeezing your hand one more time, you both thanked the waitress when she came back with your drinks.

After dinner you both went back to your apartments and crashed into your beds to sleep before the game.

When you woke up in the cold English air, you checked your messages to see a message from Leah

Lee Lee: I think you'll be a happy girl today

You stared at your message, what could it mean

Y/N/N: Leah it is 7 in the morning I cant deal with mind games

Lee Lee: You'll find out (;

You rolled your eyes before grabbing your kit and tying your hair up into a slicked-back ponytail, grabbing your keys, and driving to your girlfriend's house to pick her and Caitlin who lived in the same building.

"You ready?" you asked the two as Caitlin nodded her head and yawned and Kyra held a smile which looked close to a smirk, you brushed it off before grabbing Katie.

"Where's your big smile?" Katie asked as she sat in the front seat which you furrowed your eyes at before Kyra sent a kick at her seat and Caitlin pulled a face at the Irish girl "what?" you asked

"It's just that usually your more cheery" she shrugged her shoulders "Haven't had me Powerade yet" you pointed out "don't skull it this time babe" Kyra laughed from the back.

The group of four made it to the ground before heading to the rooms, you laid on the floor trying to crack your back until you heard your girlfriend chuckle.

"What?" you turned to her as she had her hand over her mouth "you really haven't looked?" she said behind her hand "Y/N your a bit daft" Katie said, standing next to Kyra before pointing to the sheet of the starting line up that had some scribbles on it.

It was in the midfield so you knew you hadn't been put off but you still looked at the pair before walking towards it.

That's when you saw it.

Midfield: KCC

Opening your mouth you made a small squeal before running to the girl "You're debuting!?" you yelled which she nodded at and you brought her into the biggest hug "I'm so proud of you" you whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek.

"Surprise" Kyra smiled before turning to Katie "you are a terrible secret keeper "I forgot it was a secret" she defended herself before walking over to Beth who was laughing at her.

"This is going to be a good game" you promised your girlfriend before you all walked out.

You took in the cheers when you all walked out, leaving Kyra at the end so you could hear the cheers louden at the sight of her as news had gone out about her debut.

Playing Leicester City had been fine, you had stopped a couple of goals and hadn't played any dangerous tackles which was better than you could say about Katie "You McCard take it down a notch" you teased your bestfriend who glared at you.

You were Happy, your girlfriend was debuting and she was playing really good, making you and your teammates proud, It wasn't until the near end of the first 45 minutes that something had happened.

A player from Leister City came behind Kyra as she got the ball, kicking in front of her ankles making the girl lose her footing and fly in the air before her arm landed on the pitch.

A loud "Fowl" came out of your lips before you ran towards the player, pushing them forward "Are you dumb, literally dumb" you didn't give a chance to let the player replied before you verbally assaulted them again

"Of course you are dumb because obviously you don't know how to play football if you're throwing in tackles like that, stupid-"

"Y/N!"

You finally turned your head to Kyra who was still on the floor as she lifted her head to the ref who held a yellow to both you and the Leicester Player.

Your breath hitched as Katie patted you on the back "Nobody's blaming you" she whispered before you went off and met the eye of Jonas "I'm sorry" you whispered before you looked back to the ground of your girlfriend who was now walking off with her arm being held by one of the medics with tears in her eyes.

"I just wanted it to be perfect for her" you admitted to Jonas who just shook his head "She'll be fine, and how she's played she'll be on the ground again"

Kyra made her way to the side line and to the tunnel before mouthing "nerve" to you and you rolled your eyes before turning to Jonas "she popped her nerve!" you said and he shook his head again "don't make me regret putting you out there again"

You were let on again half way through the second 45 minutes before you were put on in defense, but it was different now.

The girl who tackled Kyra was now playing in forward and you were on her, she got the ball and you acted quick, getting the ball from her and kicking it away, before 'accidentally' misplacing your foot infront of hers, causing her to fall just like Kyra did, except she was lucky.

The refs blew the whistle before running up to you again, you plead your 'case' but they didn't care and pulled out another yellow. Your teammates and Fans called out in distaste and disagreement to the ref but you smiled when you realized you could go see Kyra.

You ran off past Jonas and into the tunnel to go see your girlfriend who quickly realized what had happed "you didn't" she started but you pecked her on the lips before sitting next to her

"worth it"

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Corey Curse Aftermath Pt 8

Two weeks later*

Lila Rossi truly had hit her lowest. Here she was, wiping down tables in a shady pizza hut down an alleyway, well past her usual bedtime. It wasn’t necessarily a safe place, especially for a woman; many men, well above the age of 50, yelled perverted comments and groped her consistently. But all in all, they left generous tips, and seeing as Lila lived paycheck to paycheck, she needed all the money she could get. She glanced at the clock on the wall: 12:10 am. Sighing heavily, she continued scrubbing the cheap table; her shift had ended 3 hours ago. It had been a rager tonight, and she felt almost disgusted at the ‘attention’ she got. She had briefly wondered if that’s what Adrien had felt like, but shook the thought away and had forced herself to bathe in the spotlight, not sparing a moment to think about the blonde. Because thinking about the Paris golden boy led to thinking about his obnoxious, self righteous, goody two shoes girlfriend. Oh how Lila wanted to wipe the pathetic smile right off her face, along with that stupid insect Ladybug. The thought made her grumble in disgust, and she was about to hit the table in frustration when a hand grabbed her hips and squeezed tightly. “Oh honey, we can’t damage my property can we?” a man’s voice purred, his grip tightening. Lila gritted her teeth into a smile. Manager Park. The biggest paedophile known to man, but also Lila’s only way of not staying broke. “No. Of course not” she replied, equally as suggestive, and once again her mind flashed back to the deja vu she had, where Adrien was in her position. But she forced herself to continue, because she relied on every cent she got, because she had to pay a stupid bluenette for ‘emotional abuse.’ Not to mention that that rat of a teacher Miss Fournier was now her permanent teacher. This morning was her first day of school, back at least. She woke up, she sighed and got dressed, and when she walked inside, the atmosphere was tense. Some hated her. Some loved her. The class was split, with Marinette and Adrien, the sappy oh make me barf couple leading an anti-Lila group. And on top of it all, they weren’t even a couple. They were ‘just friends’ which of course only added to their small town, too good for this world aura. She swore she was going to throw up if she saw their ‘not flirting just really good friends’ bullshit one more time. But of course, most ate it up. Even Max, Ivan and Mylene had joined their side now, leaving her with two puppies named Sabrina and Alya. It was a rather pathetic fall of her empire to say the least. She sat at the back, already displeased and grumpy when Miss Fournier walked in. “Class, for the next 4 months of this year, all of you except Ms Marinette Dupain Cheng and Mr Adrien Agreste are required to take anti-bullying classes, two hours each school day. As not to disrupt schooling, you will be required to take them in the morning. Be here at 5:30 am sharp every morning to start at 6 am. Understood?” a chorus of groans and horror filled the air until Alya’s hand shot up. “Why are we the ones taking them? Shouldn’t Adrien and Marinette be the ones taking them?!?” Miss Fournier turned to her sharply. That is none of your business Ms Cesaire. You will be here at 5:30 am. Do I make myself clear?” Alya nodded meekly, clearly intimidated by her as she continued the lesson.

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Creekside Scandal

First post here, hope it's up to your standards lol. If you like my writing and have any requests send them in and I'll be happy to put my twist on them, in the mean time enjoy this :3

Warnings: Not proof read, smut and fluff, fingering, oral sex(on reader), squirting?(gn!reader so it depends on how you're reading it ig) I literally just finished this but can't remember what I wrote so if you see anything you think I should mention feel free to tell me :3

Word count: 1997

You and Castor have been seeing each other for a while. You met after one of his band's concerts and just hit it off.

Things were going great between you, he was the sweetest thing while also being the biggest tease you’ve ever met.

You two were staying at his dads ranch for the weekend. You do this every so often just as something fun to do, you’d usually spend your time helping out around the house, making meals and such. Just having an all around fun time with your boyfriend, James popping in every now and then and making some stupid joke or teasing the two of you.

This morning was different. When you woke up you were not greeted by Castor’s warm arms around you, instead you were alone and his side of the bed was cold. The bed was actually rather small and you basically slept on top of him. You always assumed that’s why he enjoyed spending so much time here.

Smelling something buttery and good you ventured out into the hallway and to the kitchen, thinking he might’ve decided to make breakfast for a change. Nope, James was at the stove making French toast. He offered you a seat at the table, saying he was almost done. You sat down and he handed you a plate with two slices of French toast, setting maple syrup and butter down on the table as well before getting his own plate and joining you at the table.

“Do you know where Castor is?” You asked, spreading some butter on your breakfast.

James shrugged. “Said he had something special planned.” He winked at you with a cheeky grin, causing you to roll your eyes. Still, you couldn’t hold back a smile.

After breakfast you did what you normally would, helping out around the house and with yard work, whatever James needed help with. You just couldn’t find Castor, not that you ever really went far enough to look. It was strange, usually you couldn’t go five minutes without him crying for a kiss. It was honestly a little worrisome.

It was now around five o’clock and you decided to set yourself up on the porch to read a little outside before the sun set. That’s when you heard the revving of a bike. A quad, to be specific. And there was Castor, finally coming around to the front lawn where you were facing.

He doubled back and looked up at you with a bright smile. “Come down here!” He called, obviously you couldn’t deny him. You marked your page and set it down on a nearby table before heading down to meet him.

“Where have you been all day?” You asked, unable to conceal your smile at seeing him again.

“C’mon and I’ll show you.” He said with a chuckle, patting the seat behind him. You joined him on the quad, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Ready?” He asked, glancing back at you over his shoulder. You couldn’t resist kissing him, you’d been missing his lips all day, it was only fair.

“Ready.” You smiled. He drove you down across the fields, weaving around cattle and other livestock before coming to a small creek where you saw a picnic all set up.

There was a big blanket spread out a little further away from the riverbed to keep it dry, a small basket, a bouquet of your favourite flowers along with a few lit candles spread around. This romantic little shit, you thought.

He stopped the quad a little further away, turning it off before getting off and helping you down as well. “Do you like my surprise?” He asked, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, gently guiding you over to the picnic. The sun was starting to set, lighting the place up with a golden glow.

“It’s perfect.” You gleamed, holding his hands against you.

Castor giggled and sat you down. “Alright, alright, hang on, it gets better.” You chuckled at his enthusiasm as he rushed off to a nearby tree where there was a small speaker. He pressed a few buttons on it, fiddling with the settings until “Last Kiss” by Pearl Jam came on. It wasn’t too loud, just soft and in the background, adding to the romantic atmosphere Castor had set up for you.

He came back and sat beside you, his arm snaking around your waist and holding you close as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Your hand found its way to his shoulder, moving up his neck.

Soon you were in his lap, both your hands tangled in his long, blonde hair. Soft moans escaping you while his hands explored your body. “It’s been so long.” He mumbled against your lips. He trailed kisses up your jaw and down your neck. He knew from past experience where your sensitive spots were and started sucking and nipping at them, drawing more noises from you.

“Fuck- Cas, need you so bad.” You whined, grinding against him. His big hands went to your hips, holding you down.

Castor gave a soft chuckle. “I know, that’s why I brought you out here.” His fingers dipped into your shorts, undoing the button and pulling them down. You helped him out a bit with getting them along with your underwear off, leaving your bottom half open to him.

You shivered and pressed your lips to his again. “Cas, it’s cold.” It was mid spring, but still a bit chilly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you nice and warm.�� Castor smiled and pulled off your shirt. He got you onto your back and kissed over your collarbone, licking and flicking your nipples, pulling more moans out of you. He watched you carefully as he kissed down your torso. “This is what you wanted, right?” He kissed the inside of your thigh. You nodded, biting your lip to muffle the noises you desperately wanted to let out. Castor bit the same spot. “You have to use your words.”

“Yes! Yes, please. Please, just fuck me.” He laughed at your pleas. He licked a strip up you and began to suck, swirling his tongue around you and making you squeal. Your hands went to his hair, tugging on it. He groaned at the feeling, sending vibrations through you. A knot was building in your stomach, familiar and warm. “Fuck- Cas, ‘m gonna-gonna cum.” You managed to get out through your moaning.

Just as the knot was about to burst Castor pulled away. You whined at the abrupt stop. He sat up on his knees. “Didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” He asked, looking down. It was condescending in a sense but sent shivers up and down your spine.

Castor pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. You admired his built frame while he fumbled with the fly of his jeans before he finally got them off, tugging his boxers down with them. His cock sprung free, you bit your lip at the sight, hands sliding down your sides before going to touch yourself. Castor swatted your hands away. “That’s my job.” He took your hands in his, holding them above your head in one as the other came to cup your cheek. “Such a sweet thing for me.” He praised before his lips crashed against yours again.

The hand on your face caressed all down your body, stopping to pay some attention to your chest before continuing down and pushing inside you. Your lips parted in a moan and he took it as his chance to get his tongue in your mouth. He had two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a fast pace with the heel of his palm hitting you just right to add to the pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back. “Hah- fuck, Cas, I-I can’t-can’t take it, please!” You whined into his mouth. He pulled away a bit to look down at you, his fingers still curling inside you and hitting just the right spots.

“Can’t take what? C’mon, you gotta use your words.” He teased, pulling his fingers out until it was just the tips. “Want me to stop?” He knew the answer, of course.

You shook your head. “No! No, no, no, please! Want you! Want your cock, please!” You cried, squirming beneath your boyfriend. He laughs at your sad attempt to get some more friction.

“Alright, since you’ve been so good, I’ll give you a reward.” He let your hands go and pulled his fingers out of you, lining himself up to your now pulsing hole and slowly thrusting in. Your jaw hangs open as a long, breathy moan leaves you at the familiar stretch. When he’s all the way in he stops, giving you a second to adjust. His hands move up and down your sides in a comforting fashion. “Would you look at that?” He hummed, pressing down lightly on your stomach to reveal a small bump. “I missed that, you know?” He pressed his lips to yours for a moment before he started moving, slowly at first and then his thrusts picked up.

Castor held your knees to your chest, rutting into you with harsh thrusts, his hips slamming against yours. Low grunts and groans left him while you were left a moaning, crying mess, weakly tugging at the blanket and grass around you. “Please! Please, please, please! Cas, Cas, I can’t- Cas, please!”

“Please- fuck, please what, Doll?” He asked, barely containing himself.

“Please, let me cum, please! I-I’ve been good, promise!” The knot was building all over again, twisting and turning and heating up.

Castor’s eyes screwed shut and he bit his bruised bottom lip, his head tilted back at the pleasure jolting through him. “Fuck, cum for me, baby. Cum on my dick.” You let out a squeal, your legs shaking and your back arching off the ground. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw dropped open but nothing came out as you squirted all over yourself and Castor. It didn’t take long for his thrusts to get sloppy, your walls fluttering around him and he just needed to reach his own high. “Fuck- Can I- can I cum inside? Baby, let me cum inside, please.” It was always fun to watch him beg, the way he’d hold himself back until you gave a clear indication of what he wanted. You gave a small nod and he shot his load deep inside of you, letting out loud, guttural groans.

Castor’s hands came beside you as he slowly lowered himself, laying down at your side and pulling you to him so he wouldn’t have to pull out just yet. “Fuck, I love you so much, you know that, right?” You gave a small nod, still reeling from your high. “Tired?” He asked with a soft smile, you nodded again. He held your head to his bare chest and chuckled. His breathing was still heavy, his heart beating fast and hard.

Castor cleaned you up, the basket he brought didn’t actually have any food in it, just a soft cloth to get the both of you cleaned off afterwards. “You had a whole picnic set up just for sex?” You asked.

“Just go to sleep.” He said with a laugh and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll get you back home.” He rubbed your cheek softly with his thumb and went back to packing everything up.

You managed to fall asleep while he got everything put away. When you eventually woke up again you were already back in bed at the ranch house, head on Castor’s chest while he lazily played with your hair. You looked up at him, not fully awake. “I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you more, Doll.” He whispered back, kissing your forehead. “Now go to sleep, don’t wanna be tired tomorrow.” You smiled and nuzzled back against him, cuddling closer before falling back asleep.

[yjano]

Never The Same.

Pairings: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, smut, other pairings;), traumatic experiences.

Words: 4.1k

Author's note: Hey there, guess who's back with a new story? Yes, yes it's me. Honestly, this story is going to be a big piece of work and a lot of angst. It's not connected to the game at all. Because I always want to try something new and newer. Read it only if you're into angst stories, please. Thank you and let's go! 🩶

Prologue.

I took a deep breath as the scent of coffee infiltrated my nose, I always loved the scent of the warm dark liquid in the morning. I took a small sip while, slowly walking towards the entrance of the massive building before me, a small smile falling upon my face at the sight of the big silver letters that stood proudly above the automatic doors. "DW Inc."

I had just been out of university when I managed to get a job at the country's biggest company for lawyers. It wasn't an easy job to get, but somehow I managed and I couldn't be more grateful. It was rare for fresh-out-of-school lawyers to get a job at DW iNc, and yet they had somehow hired me. Some people would call it luck, but I preferred to call it my destiny. I was destined to become one of the best lawyers in the country.

In a small time, I worked for DW Inc. I had only gotten the smaller and easier cases, while the big and interesting cases would get handed to the older and more experienced lawyers but I was still very proud of what I had been able to achieve in only a few months. Most people would say my job was boring or stupid at this point but to me, it was my whole world.

As I walked through the doors of the big building my eyes stumbled upon Lilly, the building's receptionist. Lilly had been the first one to welcome me into their company after I got the confirmation that I had been hired as a lawyer for DW Inc, and we had become friends pretty quickly. Lilly was a nice and friendly girl who always made time for their employees and I always admired that in her.

I gave the blonde girl a big smile with a quick wave before, walking further into the building and towards the elevators. With my cup of coffee still present in my hand I pressed the button that would take me up to my floor while waiting for the doors to open.

It didn't take long for the doors to open but what I hadn't expected was the young woman that flew out of them as soon as they were open wide enough. A woman I had come to know as Cleo, one of DW Inc's best lawyers. I only got to take a quick look at her face but it surely seemed like she had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy and a sad look covered most of her face.

With my eyebrows raised I stepped inside the elevator to go up to my department, still thinking about my little encounter with the woman. Cleo usually wore a serious expression on her face and she was always busy with a big case, so to see her cry was a complete surprise for me. It didn't fit the girl's character and it instantly made me wonder what had been wrong with her.

I slowly shook my head, not giving it too much thought while I pressed the button for the sixth floor. The elevator beeped and the doors slowly closed taking me up to my office. An office I, unfortunately, had to share with four others due to the fact I was pretty new at the company and didn't earn enough to get my privileges. I couldn't wait until I got my own office where I wouldn't be interrupted by co-workers and where I could work on all sorts of big exciting cases.

It didn't take long for the elevator to arrive at the fifth floor, a small ding indicating that I had arrived at its destination and I quickly stepped out of it to make my way toward my office. All while still taking small sips of my coffee. The taste woke me up almost instantly from my morning slumber. Within a few minutes, I finally arrived at my own office, walking over to my desk while putting my half-empty cup of coffee down. I was about to sit down on my chair and open up my computer to open up my latest case but got almost immediately interrupted by someone calling out my name.

I turned around to face the person who had called my name and was surprised to find my boss's assistant standing in the doorway.

"Mister Bloomgate would like to see you in his office in 10 minutes." She informed me with a small smile on her face and some papers in her hand.

Without giving her too much response I managed to say a small "okay" in return while I began to shut down my computer and grabbed my cup of coffee again. A large frown started to make its way down my forehead when I turned around towards the entrance of the office. Why in the world would Alam Bloomgate want to see me? I didn't do anything wrong, did I? A lot of scenarios came across my mind, most of them ending with me getting fired or worse expelled...

This would be it, I would lose my chance at having a successful career.

With heavy steps, I made my way to the elevator and waited until I heard the familiar ding which indicated that the elevator had arrived at my current floor. With a heavy heart and a deep sigh, I stepped inside the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor, the floor where all the important people of DW inc have their office. All of them including their boss Alan Bloomgate. A floor I would never have my own office if I kept going like this.

I had only been once to the eight floors and that was to deliver something. Oh, how I wished that would be the case this time too.

I once again heard the familiar ding of the elevator and with shaking legs I slowly stepped passed the metal doors, making my way toward Mr. Bloomgate's office. An office that couldn't be missed. Once you left the elevator you would instantly know where to go. Mr. Bloomgate's office was without a doubt the biggest in the whole building. Two massive wooden doors decorated with gold stripes instantly indicated where you needed to be. Multiple desks stood before them, all of them filled with young women who took phone call after phone call.

I slowly made my way towards the impressive doors, instantly walking up to the desk where his assistant was sitting. She gave me a warm smile and nodded her head towards a little waiting area on the other side of the hallway.

"I'll inform Mister Bloomgate that you've arrived."

I somehow managed to nod my head a little before walking to the little sitting area and taking place on one of the black red chairs. Multiple thoughts immediately started to flow through my mind. The most important one of them was that I should have called in sick. If I had been sick they wouldn't have fired me, right?

"You can go inside," She suddenly said, shaking me up from my thoughts. I gave the girl a soft nod before standing up with a heavy body and a heart that pounded against my chest. I swallowed hard and raised my hand, knocking on the door. A small 'come in' coming from inside the office.

I looked at her for a little reassurance and she instantly gave me a small nod indicating that I could open the door.

I took a deep breath before slowly opening the door, my breath instantly stocking in my throat at the sight before me.

This was my first time inside his office and I had never seen a room that was more perfect than this one. The beautiful black floor gave an amazing contrast to the white walls and in the middle of the room stood a big black desk that just screamed power to Taehyung.

When I looked behind the big desk I locked eyes with none other than Alan Bloomgate. A man I hadn't had the chance to meet up with until now. Mr. Bloomgate had always been one of the best lawyers in the country, winning every case and getting praise from almost everybody. Ever since I decided that I wanted to become a lawyer I had looked up to the man. When I was still in law school I followed every case the man did and took notes of almost everything. Alan had been my role model from day one, so when I got hired by DW inc. it was truly a dream come true.

Coming from a family of lawyers it didn't surprise people when Mr. Bloomgate took over DW inc from his father a few years ago, making it all the more special for me to work in a place like this.

I never thought I would feel anything other than admiration when I looked at the man before me but never before had I been so wrong about anything. The only thing I felt at the moment was fear.

Fear to lose my job, my dreams, and everything else I worked so hard for.

I got completely lost in my thoughts until I suddenly heard Mr. Bloomgate's voice acknowledge me.

"Thank you for coming Mc."

I gave the man a forced smile when he motioned me to take a seat opposite of him.

"No problem sir, I wasn't busy with an interesting case anyway," I answered softly while sitting down, the moment those words left my mouth I wished I would have just stayed silent. I closed my eyes and mentally cursed myself.

You complete and utter imbecile. Who in the world would say something like that to her boss?

To my surprise, Alan started laughing. It wasn't fake or forced, it was a genuine laugh, a laugh that threw me completely off guard.

I gave him a surprised look, getting a big smile in return.

"Mc, there are some serious things I would like to talk to you about".

I gave the man a small nod while he continued.

"I don't know if you've heard about what happened to Cleo?"

"I haven't heard anything about her sir," I answered softly, immediately thinking back to my little confrontation with the woman this morning.

Alan clicked his tongue while giving me a serious look.

"I fired her this morning, she refused to do one of the most important cases we have at the moment."

I couldn't believe my ears. It did explain why Cleo was crying this morning but her getting fired and refusing to do a case, it just didn't make sense to me. Cleo is known to never back down from a case, so to hear that that is exactly what she has been fired for just didn't make sense to me. None of this sounded like the Cleo I had gotten to know in the small amount of time I had come to work with DW inc.

I looked back up at Mr. Bloomgate with questioning eyes.

"Why are you telling me this?" Sure I was a good listener, it was a job as a matter of fact but that couldn't be the reason why he wanted me in his office right? Alan just gave me a slight smirk and leaned back against his chair.

"Because Mc, I want you to handle the case Cleo refused to do."

I looked at him with disbelief in my eyes.

"Seriously?"

He gave me a short nod and I couldn't help the big smile that broke out on my face. This was it. This was my big chance. I wasn't getting fired, I was getting a promotion!

Alan slid me some papers and I took them with shaking hands from the man. My eyes started scanning the papers and I immediately understood why Cleo had refused to do this case. Oh fuck.

I looked at the picture attached to the top of the first page. A man with jet-black hair and pretty blue eyes stared back at me. Eyes and a face I knew way too well...

Jake Dalton, was the biggest hacker, and mobster known in our country.

"Do you accept this case Mc?" He suddenly asked, knowing I wouldn't be able to refuse the case.

I looked one last time at the blue-eyed man in the picture before a dark smirk found my way onto my face.

"I do, I won't disappoint you."

I would be crazy to let such a big opportunity go, I would prove I can win this case. I would prove that this is why they hired me in this company, this was going to be my big breakthrough.

As I made my way out of his office. I couldn't help but be overflowed with joy, my now cold cup of coffee still in my hand. I finally got a big case. It didn't matter I had to defend one of the biggest criminals in the country.

It would all be worth it in the end. Right?

It had already gone pitch black outside, stars shining bright in the sky and the moonlight softly coming in through my office window shining on my freshly brewed cup of coffee. It must have been way past midnight but I didn't care. I was still working on my new case, the Dalton one that is. The excitement from getting a promotion was still running through my veins, making me even more eager to get everything done as soon as possible while completely forgetting the exhaustion that would soon take over my body.

The whole night I had been studying the file Alan had provided me with, digging up articles about my client, and writing down notes on my laptop. It didn't take long for me to figure out that this case was a lot harder than I first thought it would be.

Jake Dalton wasn't a sweetheart, far from being one, to be honest. The list of accusations against my client got on and on and with each passing second, I was afraid I would find out more things that I was supposed to plead the prisoner innocent for.

Thus far I already had over 40 crimes the prisoner was accused of. All of them fell at least in one of the categories I had listed on my laptop.

•Assault, arson.

•Kidnapping.

•First-degree murder, vehicular homicide.

•Armed robbery.

•Drug possession, drug manufacturing, drug trafficking.

•Blackmail, money laundering, cybercrime.

Everything you could think of was already on my list. Everything except for rape. I was really glad that wasn't something my client decided to do. The man at least had some kind of dignity to stay away from that particular one, I wasn't sure if I would have taken the case if it had been on the list so I was glad it wasn't.

I still had some problems with the list though, if I wasn't able to convince the jury of Jake's innocence in at least one of these accusations, he would surely receive the death penalty. There was no way they would let the prisoner live with all these things to his name. The guy was a danger to their country and I was pretty sure they would do everything to get rid of him.

The whole thing meant that if I wouldn't able to pull this off it would mean I lost my case and would never become the great lawyer I strived to be. On the other hand, if I did manage to plead the prisoner nonguilty to some of these accusations I would become one of the greatest and most famous lawyers in our country within an instant.

I had to win, there was no way I was going to fail, failing wasn't an option anymore. Mr. Bloomgate had given me an opportunity and I was going to make full use of it. This was my dream, and I wouldn't let anything come between me and my goal.

Reading carefully through some of the evidence which has been provided, I couldn't help but feel bad. This man was a monster if everything he was being accused of was true and I would be the one to plead him not guilty to all of them if Jake had done it or not...

Shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts that just roamed my mind, I continued my research on my new client. If I truly wanted to be a good lawyer it didn't matter if my client did the things he was being accused of. It only mattered if I would be able to convince the jury that my client didn't do it. That had to be my only goal. Plead this man not guilty and go on with my life, in other words.

Do your job and don't question it.

With that thought in mind, I opened a new internet tab, researching yet another page on Jake Dalton. If I wanted to know who I would be defending, I should know who exactly I was dealing with, what was Jake Dalton like, what were his motives and how could I make him look as innocent as possible.

I typed Jake's name into the google search bar, pressing enter and instantly being hit with an overload of articles on the prisoner. All of them started with things he had done, all of them except one.

'The biggest hacker and mobster Jake Dalton finally captured.'

I clicked the article, my eyes scanning the page like there was no tomorrow.

'After years of terrorizing our country, the leader of the red-eye crew, Jake Dalton, has finally been captured by the police. 5 years after the murder of one of the best FBI agents. The agent's family will get their justice by seeing Jake Dalton behind bars for the rest of his life. Jake Dalton was captured by the police on Friday night the 5th of march just outside the gas station. It is not yet known with which accusations he will be charged.'

I couldn't believe what I had just read, my eyes big and my mouth slightly open. There were almost no details about how my client was captured or how they eventually managed to find him. There was no information except for the fact they had captured Jake Dalton.

Maybe the police didn't want it to leak but at the same time that didn't make any sense to me at all. I would have expected the police to tell all the details of such a great capture, not keep quiet about it like it was an everyday occasion. It just didn't make sense to me, it just wasn't right.

A small yawn left my mouth, while my eyes slowly started to close making me unable to read the thing on my computer properly. With a soft shake of my head, I decided that I had done enough for today. Shutting down my computer while putting my belongings in my bag, with a small breath of air, I put my bag over my shoulder while walking towards the elevator. The freshly brewed cup of coffee was completely forgotten on my desk.

I had never been in the office at this time of the night, almost no one was there anymore except for some janitors and I suddenly became highly aware that if I became stuck in the elevator I wouldn't be found until the next morning. Not wanting to take the risk of spending my night in a small metal cubicle I decided to use the stairs.

I started to make my way down to where I would be able to leave the massive building, not missing the fact that It was awfully quiet on every floor I passed, too quiet...Horror movie quiet.

I shook my head to get rid of the creepy thoughts and continued my way downstairs, the faster I was out of the door the better. The dark had never been my favorite thing in the world, I used to be afraid of it when I was little and he never fully grew over it. This time was no exception to that statement.

After a few more minutes of conquering my fear, I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, quickly making my way out of the front door. I made my way out on the street and I noticed that Lilly had already gone home, the lobby was empty without her continuous laughing and chatting.

I had texted her earlier today that I would be working late and that she didn't have to wait for me, on a normal day we would have taken the subway back home together since we lived in the same district. But today wasn't a normal day. Today was my first day as Jake Dalton's lawyer and I made full use of that title.

Lilly and I had always been very close. Our friendship had only grown stronger over time, the two of us now were closer than ever inside DW inc. Lilly was much more to me than just a colleague, she was my friend and I wouldn't trade her for the world.

I slowly started to make my way out on the street, instantly being met with fresh air hitting my face and invading my nose. I closed my eyes and inhaled the fresh air, a feeling of pride filling my whole body. I had finally gotten the promotion I was dying to get and couldn't help but feel the need to celebrate my victory even if it was in a small way.

It was pretty late, so I chose to just go home and settle for a good glass of red wine, a real celebration would follow when I got Jake out of jail. I started to make my way toward the subway station, smiling the whole way.

I finally did it. All my hard work had finally paid off.

Within ten minutes the subway had arrived and another ten-minute ride later I reached my district and began my walk home. The thought of my apartment brought an instant feeling of joy to my system.

I could clearly remember the day I got the keys to the small place as if it was yesterday. I had been so proud to have gotten a job at DW inc, getting the keys to my place and moving to a house inside the capital just made it all more real.

Trading my life at a farm just outside of Duskwood for the busy city life of Duskwood had been a huge step for me. I remembered my parents being so proud of me and yet sad to see me leave but in the end, it had all been worth it.

After a five-minute walk, I finally arrived at my apartment block. It wasn't big but it was big enough to fit around fifteen apartments. The only downside to my apartment was that there wasn't an elevator, luckily for me. My apartment was on the third floor and not on the fifteenth.

Quickly making my way inside and rushing up the stairs I made my way up to my home. Instantly sticking the key into the keyhole the moment I arrived before my door. I twisted the keys and opened the door to let myself inside. The smell of home instantly hit my nose and made me feel welcome.

My apartment wasn't anything special. Just a kitchen and living room with two doors, one for my bedroom and one for my bathroom. Most people would consider my apartment small, but I considered myself blessed to have a home I could call my own. It was my place, a place where no one would judge me no matter what I did and where I could truly be myself.

I made my way to the kitchen, opened a cabinet, and took a perfectly polished wine glass. The pretty glass was filled with a cherry red liquid within a few seconds, a content smile made its way onto my face.

I took a small sip from my glass of wine and smiled as the red cold liquor slid down my throat. I was never someone for alcoholic beverages but wine was my only exception to that rule. The wine wasn't alcohol, wine was something you had to savor.

Walking towards my couch I sat down, my mind was instantly filled with thoughts about the exciting day I had. Never in a million years would I have thought that today would finally be the day I would get a promotion, and finally get my first big case.

Feeling satisfied with how my day had gone I quickly finished my glass of wine and decided to get ready for bed. Tomorrow I could use all the energy the universe could give me, as that would be the first time I would meet my newest client.

I was finally going to meet Jake Dalton...

[maretinelli]

ACTS OF GIFTS

Jake Peralta X fem!reader

Summary: They have always been those couples who give gifts for nothing, but it is always good to remind the other person how much you love them. That is, apart from gifts.

Words: 1.2K+

Warnings: Jake being a cute, happy boyfriend and suggestive ending.

Author: English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes that may be in the story. And I love Jake, I want him for myself (sorry Amy)

Y/s: Surname

MASTERLIST

Jake and Y/n were the typical gift-giving couple. They said 'I love you' in the form of shared gifts. Jake was more of the flowers, coffees, pizzas and cases that Y/n would like to have. Detective Y/s, on the other hand, loved making gifts by hand, painting on canvas, homemade meals, letters made in her beautiful handwriting - Peralta's words.

They said I love you, but in the way only they knew how.

That day, Jake had to leave home early, as he would be with Boyle for 12 hours on a chase mission, in which they were supposed to arrest one of the biggest drug dealers in New York. But before leaving, he arranged his daily 'I love you' for Y/n.

"Good morning, squad" Detective Y/s smiles as she enters the pen.

Everyone at 99° looks in the woman's direction, some giving a kind and friendly smile.

"Good morning, Y/N," Amy says smiling. "I see you woke up looking radiant today," she says, placing her hands on the belt of her sergeant's uniform.

Y/n smiles shyly and takes off her coat, placing it on the chair that was in front of her desk with Jake.

"After Jake moved into her house, she's always been radiant," Rosa says teasingly and goes into the kitchen to heat up her coffee.

Y/n rolls her eyes, but doesn't complain. Because it was true.

Y/n has never loved a man as much as Jake. He was unique, he was romantic, he is Jake Peralta!

"Diaz knows things!" Y/n says making everyone laugh.

The conversation flowed between Amy and Y/n, as Santiago was now downstairs and didn't have much time to talk to his best friend. Which made Y/n not notice Jake's little 'I love you' on her desk.

"See you later, darling" Santiago says, heading towards the elevator to go back to his work.

Y/n smiles and finally sits down in her chair, noticing a cup of her favorite coffee that would now be cold, given how long it took her to notice it there. And a note, in a lilac envelope, with Jake's handwriting.

She smiles shyly and holds the note, mentally reading what was written and struggling to understand Peralta's handwriting.

Which made her make a mental note to give Jake calligraphy lessons that night.

"Baby, I'm going on a mission with Boyle. But here's my dose of 'I love you'. Because I love you so much, sweetie."

She rolls her eyes at the last nickname, but smiles, putting the letter away lovingly in the pocket of the jeans she was wearing.

"What's that stupid smile on your face?" Gina asks, looking at the woman, with her cell phone in her hand. "You look like someone has put a spell on you."

Y/n turns to Gina and playfully sticks her tongue out at her friend.

"Shut up, you only talk like that because there's no one" she smiles.

"What's up little girl, that hurt" Linetti pretends to be offended.

Y/n becomes serious and embarrassed.

"Ah, sorry..."

"I'm kidding, silly." Gina laughs. "It's good to see you guys like this." She refers to Jake and Y/N. "Good to know that Jake found someone who loves him just as much." She smiles, and goes back to doing what she was doing before.

Y/n murmurs a small 'thank you' and goes to the kitchen to heat the coffee that Jake had given her before arriving at work.

•••••••••••••••••••••

Hours and hours had passed and Jake and Y/n's shift was almost over.

Peralta had already returned with Boyle, and together, they managed to bring in the criminals they were after.

Right now, they were in the interrogation room and Y/n was organizing her desk before leaving.

"Want to go to Shaw's?" Rosa asks putting on her leather jacket.

"Not today. But thanks for the invite."

Diaz nods with a quick smile and leaves the 99th with Gina, Amy and Terry. Leaving only Y/n, and the two who were in the interrogation room with the criminals.

Since Scully and Hitchcock were long gone.

Y/s was so focused on organizing her paperwork, that she didn't even see Jake approaching her from behind.

"Hey, honey." He grabs her shoulders, making her jump and grab her holster at her waist as she quickly turns around. "Hey, hey, hey!! It's me." Jake laughs.

Y/n sighs in relief and laughs too.

"Sorry, I think the tiredness is making me hallucinate criminals," she says, putting her arms around her boyfriend's shoulders and making him smile.

"I missed you." He puts his hands on the woman's waist.

"I know, because I felt it too," Y/n says. Making Peralta close the distance between them and pull the woman into a passionate kiss, full of love and longing they felt for each other that day.

The passionate kiss lasted a few seconds until the air ran out in both of their lungs. Jake puts his forehead against his girlfriend's and Y/n smiles at the act. Since Jake wasn't much for physical contact.

Except when they were in bed. Oh, he liked that.

"I love you," he says, smiling passionately and probably with tears in his eyes.

God, he was so grateful to have her in his life.

Y/n frowns and steps back a little.

"What there was?"

He laughs.

"Hey, I'm telling you I love you. Can I?" Jake laughs again.

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully and shakes her head.

"Of course you can, you idiot." She runs her hand over his shoulder. "But you rarely say it."

"I know that a gesture is worth a thousand words, but it's always good to say "I love you", so that you never forget it"

Y/n smiles lovingly.

"Oh Jake!" Tears welled in her eyes. "Of course I know you love me. What would be the point of all the coffee you give me?" She joked, making him laugh. "Now seriously Jake, I know you love me. Look at how much you do for us." Y/n looked deep into his eyes. "I love you."

Jake smiles, hugging her.

"I love you so much, Jacob Peralta"

"Eeww!!" He yells, pulling away from her.

"What happened?" she laughs almost laughing.

"You called me Jacob. Nooo!!" He grimaces.

"Okay, okay!! I love you, Jake, love of my life Peralta" she makes a drama, talking loudly and shaking"

"Much better!!" He smiles pulling her in and kissing her.

"Oh, love is beautiful!" They hear Charles' voice behind them.

"CHARLES, YOU'RE STILL HERE!!"

"Sure, I love seeing your love," Boyle says like a silly friend.

"BOYLE!!" Jake complains again.

"Okay, okay. I came to get my coat, I'm going. Good night!!"

He says goodbye to the couple and leaves the police station.

"We have to go too, I'm starving and I want our house" Jake says, grabbing his bag from the table.

"When I get home I want to do something with you" Y/n says.

"Uuuh, sex?" Peralta suggests happily.

"JAKE, NO!!" Y/n grimaces, even though she likes the idea. "I want you to do calligraphy, it took me a while to read the letter you left me with the coffee."

Jake laughs, but frowns: "Damn..."

Y/n looks at him and smiles, as Jake presses the elevator button.

But later that week, Jake had proposed to the love of his life.

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“I don’t like how he looks at you.” Spider-Man folded his arms. “Are you jealous?” She teased. “No, I am not.”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Or-” She hurriedly asks in a whisper, not wanting others to overhear their conversation. “Too...much...” “What’s too much?” “Sound...senses-” “You need a distraction.” Y/n mutters, handing him a pen and sliding her sleeve arm to present him the skin of her arm. “Here, draw on me...it will calm you down, I promise. And if it continues being too much I’ll take you somewhere quiet, okay?”

Y/n sighed as he slid into the booth that his friends occupied. “If it isn’t my favourite person,” he smirked, stealing one of her pens from her apron pocket and twirling it in his hand. “If it isn’t my biggest annoyance,” she drawled, snatching the pen back and attempting to ignore him. “As long as I’m yours, I can live with that.” She scowled in response, her frown deepening whilst his smile grew.

“I don’t appreciate that your face is now the first thing I have to see in the mornings.” Y/n mutters as she writes Charles, and his friends orders down. “I don’t understand,” he smirks, “I think I would be very aware if I woke up in your bed every morning, mon amour.” “No, you twat, your thousand-worth-billboard is right outside my window.” The colour in his cheeks deepen. “I’m sorry – I can ask them to take it down and–” “It’s fine.” She interrupts. “It be down in a week, nothing round my area stays for long, except me – I’ll always be there as I’ll never be able to get away.” “Unless you marry a billionaire.” Joris cheekily says, sending a wink in Charles’ direction. “I’m not marrying someone for money.” “That’s–” Lorenzo looks between Joris and Y/n as he tries to correct the situation after seeing the flash of embarrassment in his eyes. “That’s not what Joris meant.” She pressed her lips tighter together. “I’ll send your orders through now.” She turns away, missing the scrunched-up napkin hitting Joris’ forehead from an annoyed Charles.

That was the difference between him and her. He may wear the colours that are seen as he swings through the city, but she wears the mystery of the city. She would usually be seen dressed in all black, sometimes the chains on her boots would rattle if she wants to be seen, but sometimes she walks as quiet and deadly as a mouse. A cloak would be covering her with the hood up, and when the light hits just right you would see the devils smirk and eyes that would see through to your soul, and surrounding it would usually be a thick layer of coloured paint that goes across her eyes and top of her nose, hiding her identity even further. And when the paint wasn’t across her face then a black eye mask would be seen instead.

“Okay, princess, what now?” Charles teases. “I’ll be punching you in your stupid pretty face in a minute.” “Ah, you think I’m pretty?”

“Did you – did you run here?” Charles croaks, staring at her with wide, watery eyes.” “Yeah, but that doesn’t matter, what does matter is if you’re oka-” “That’s a long run,” Charles mutters before leaning towards Y/n to fall into her open arms. “Thank you.”

“You thought I didn’t care about you?” Daniel falls quiet, his smile was now gone – he was no longer putting up his façade, and he just shakes his head. She’s his best friend, but that never meant he was hers, that didn’t mean she had to care for him, that didn’t mean they were actually friends. Daniel would take a bullet for her, he know this, but despite him doing that, he doesn’t think it would cross Y/n mind for a moment to take one for him. “No,” he mutters, afraid of what that one word would do to them now, they were already standing with so much distance between them, and he knew that was just going to grow bigger, it’s going to grow until he can barely touch her, until she falls out of his grasp, until she disappears from him. “I just – I don’t feel like I’m much to you?” Y/n’s face fell even more, along with her heart, because her best friend – her Daniel – felt like she didn’t care for him? Does he not realise that if he was afraid of the dark, then she would steal the stars for him just to hang them in his bedroom so he could find some beauty within those fears.

Charles and his brothers often found themselves sitting on the bleachers whenever Y/n’s football team was playing, and Charles usually had to watch a few guys smirk and wink at Y/n. She then looks up and waves, Charles lifts his hand up in a half-wave before dropping it when he realises she wasn’t waving at him, she was never waving at him, she was waving at her the few people she cares most for. And that wasn’t him.

“What the fuck could Charles possibly be good at?” “Well he’s–” “I’m very good with my hands,” he flirted, “very good.”

[kissthesun-gvf]

Like the Old Days

y'all I have been in the biggest writing slump. college has me writing so much that as soon as I have free time, my brain is fried :(

so let me preface this by saying that this might not be my best work, and there will likely be edits to it--- the time jumps are mostly because I couldn't think of any smoother transitions.

anyways, I hope you like it <3

The incessant knocking at your door had you stumbling across your apartment and rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you fumbled with the lock. You opened the door and were instantly bombarded with your past. “Jacob,” was all you could mumble out before you woke up.

Your eyes shot open not to your ex boyfriend, but instead the ceiling of your bedroom. It was a dream. In that moment you knew it was a dream, but that didn’t stop the pit in your stomach that was accompanied by the scent of him that was drilled into your brain. The sound of his laugh. The feeling of his hand in yours. But you sat up and snapped out of it, turning off your alarm and starting your day. You had a new life with a new job to get to, and Jake was off doing god only knows what with his band. For your own sake, you had blocked all of their social media accounts to stop yourself from reminiscing. He could call you, of course, but you knew he wouldn’t.

**************

“Hey, where are you right now?” You blinked back to reality to find your best friend and coworker standing in front of your desk with the Monday morning coffee the two of you had gotten used to indulging in. “I’m here, just. Tired. I had a really weird dream last night,” you replied with a sigh. She raised her eyebrow with interest and you proceeded to fill her in. She already knew about your history with Jake, but instead of being on team-moving on, she was 110% on team-get back with the rock star. “Well if you’re dreaming about him it’s probably a sign, right?” The grin plastered across her face had you about to throw your coffee right back at her. “No, that’s the last thing it is. Us splitting up really was for the best, we’ve been over this.” You had explained this to her time and time again, but that never had her fully convinced that you shouldn’t reach out to him. So, she tried convincing again: “Why don’t you text him? What’s the harm in reaching out?” At this point she was hanging over the side of your cubicle for dramatic effect. “The harm is that I could get sucked right back into the life I’ve finally moved on from!” You knew explaining this to her was no use, but you had to try anyways. “I’m not saying you have to go crawling back to him– quit your job and follow him around like a puppy, but you could at least be friends again, would that be so bad?” You shook you head before she could finish her sentence. “There’s no ‘just friends’ with me and Jake, it doesn’t work like that. Never has, never will,” you went back to your work and tried to put him out of your mind. His stupid smile, his stupid guitar, the stupid way he would sing you to sleep.

**************

You thought you had her convinced until the end of the day when she made her way back to your desk with the same grin on her face as earlier in the day. “What now?” You asked nervously, eyeing the piece of paper she had in her hand. She stuck it out for you to see a printed concert ticket. And then you looked closer. “You didn’t.” You whispered as you realized what you were looking at. “They’ll  be in town in two weeks! I told you this dream was a sign,” she sighed dreamily, leaning next to you. You decided your best move was just to take it from her and not fight it. You could sell the ticket and come up with some excuse for her later. You had to sell it. You wouldn’t let yourself go. You’d worked so hard to move on from him, you wouldn’t go back. And he wouldn’t want it anyways. Jake would stay in the back of your mind, like his clothes and letters in the back of your closet (yes, the ones you said you would donate and burn.)

**************

Things were going surprisingly well. The show was halfway over and you had managed to make it through without crying at any of the songs or being spotted by any of the guys. Your spot in the seats on Sam’s side had kept you safely anonymous until the encore. Sam was over near the edge of the stage, schmoozing the fans, and you swore he made eye contact with you. There was no way. It was dark, and it was half a second and it was just impossible. But just to be safe, you tried your best to make your fastest escape from the venue. This, of course, was next to impossible considering the amount of people also leaving. You had nearly made it past the merch booth and to the doors when a security guard made his way up to you. “Excuse me, miss. You’re being asked for backstage.” Fuck. Your heart dropped to your stomach. Sam must have seen you. And not only that, sent someone to find you. Did he just want to say hi? Or had he told Jake? Not that you had time to think about it, because you quickly found your way backstage and in front of a dressing room door. You paused a moment in front of the closed door in front of you. Were you really doing this? Were you really about to see him? After all the work you put in to move on, all the heartbreak you endured and knew he had too. Was it really worth it? 

Before you could decide, you heard the handle turn. And there he was. In that split second you scanned his face- he had aged a bit, of course- his hair was longer and he didn’t have quite as much of a “baby face”, but he was Jake. Your Jake. The one you had grown up with, and loved, and lost. “Jacob,” was all you could mumble out. “Hi,” he croaked back. “Sam said you were here, he uh, said he saw you in the crowd?” You nodded, still trying your best to form coherent thoughts. “You didn’t feel like taking your old place ‘Jake-side’, huh?” he laughed awkwardly. You grinned and shook your head. “Just didn’t feel like distracting you, I guess.” He stepped back into the room and you followed, sitting on the couch opposite of where he was leaning against the counter. He took a deep breath. “Why are you here?” he blurted, and you could tell that he had forced himself to say it. “I’m sorry, but I had to ask it. I mean, it’s been like a year now, right?” You nodded as you formed your response. “Yeah, that’s a valid question Jake,” you began, explaining how your friend had brought up the show near you and convinced you to go “for old times sake” and how you had agreed, not expecting any of them to see you, and definitely not expecting to be pulled aside by a security guard after the show and taken backstage. You sat silently for a moment before he spoke again. “But how did the topic come up? Of her finding the show? Were you talking about me?” A smirk spread across his face as he asked the last question. Always a little full of himself, that hadn’t changed. You could tell him. I mean at the end of the day, he had been your first love. He knew you better than you cared to admit. “Funny story… I had a dream about you, the night before I had that conversation with her at work. That’s how it came up…” Jake laughed under his breath at the thought of you dreaming about him. “Oh you did, did you?” he pried. You know what he was getting at. “That’s classified information, Jacob, but it’s not what you think.” “You sure about that, honey?” You froze at his use of your old nickname. The name he had called you on your first date, after your first kiss, and on the day you broke up. His sweet girl. Sweeter than honey. “Yeah, yeah I’m sure.” You couldn’t stop the grin peeking on your face. Talking to him had gotten easy so quickly, just like it had when you met. You fell into conversation about your work and his, but stayed safely on the other side of the room, far away from his wandering eyes and hands. Jake was a lot of things, but subtle wasn’t one of them. You could tell he was fighting with his instincts right now, just as you were. Even after a year apart, you knew each other so well. As hard as you tried not to think about it, you couldn’t help but look at him and see the curve of his jaw where you used to leave kisses, the calloused fingers that held yours constantly. And you missed it. And by the silence of the dressing room at this moment, you could tell he did too. “The hotel we’re staying at has a pretty nice bar,” Jake implied as he stood from his place on the couch. “Jake…” you sighed. Yes, you both knew it was a bad idea for this to go any further. But it was Jake. “You’re telling me after tonight you couldn’t use a drink?” He smiled and stepped towards you. “One drink. That’s it.” You said it firmly and looked into his eyes to get your point across. Damnit, his eyes. You forced your gaze away and followed him out the door.

**************

He just had to bring up a memory. Had to reminisce, and you had to smile. And then he had to land his hand just above your knee, which had been bumping into his as you sat next to him at the bar, slowly sipping the drink he had insisted on buying you. “Jake, I’m serious. Just drinks,” you reminded him. “Oh come on, sugar, it’s just me,” he mumbled, looking down at his drink. “Yeah, it is you, Jake, which is why I have to be exceedingly careful how far I let this go…” you paused, not sure how to say what you both were thinking. “We made this decision for the both of us, Jake, remember?” He nodded, glancing up at you. “That doesn’t mean I liked it,” he stuttered. You knew he rarely did that, only when he was feeling especially emotional. Looking up and seeing the tears in his eyes forced your attention to the ones threatening to spill down your face. “It doesn’t mean I wanted it either, but we decided it was for the best.” You swallowed hard and choked down your emotions. You both sat in silence, causing the sounds of the room around you to rush back in. Surely nobody else in the bar was paying attention, or so you hoped. “I’m going back up to my room to work on some songs,” Jake sighed and stood up. “I’m not gonna push anything on you, but the door’s unlocked.” That’s all he said. He barely met your eyes before he walked away.

**************

You couldn’t follow him. You hadn’t back then, and you wouldn’t now. But it was like magnetic force was drawing you upstairs. You could set boundaries, and Jake would respect them. But this night must have been a second chance. The universe wouldn’t have brought you here for no reason. So for the second time today you found yourself with nothing but a door between you and your past– and your future. You quickly wiped the tears from under your eyes and turned the knob.

“I can’t love you like the old days, Jake. It doesn’t work that way,” you whispered. Jake swallowed and stopped himself from stepping towards you. “Maybe we don’t have to love like we did then. Maybe we can love like we are now.” You nodded and stepped towards him as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands reached around your thighs and you leaned down to hold his face in your hands. Nothing had changed. He was still Jake. Your Jake. And you couldn’t stop yourself. You leaned in.

[jimothy-hopkins]

Meddling Kids IX

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

Wawa

Jimmy woke that morning with a pounding headache. His left temple throbbed with agony. That punk knew how to land a hit, that was for sure. His vision was blurry for a moment before his eyes finally found a focal point at his door. Jimmy contemplated attending his classes for the day, thinking it was better to go easy on himself. He likely had a concussion, but Jimmy remembered his grades. So much for laying in bed all day.

He sat up with a groan, pulling open his nightstand to fish out some Tylenol. Jimmy popped two, chasing them with water he had on his desk. He grabbed his go-to uniform and dressed. Jimmy checked himself out in the mirror before he left his dorm to catch Pete and Gary at the library.

He walked the campus, hearing angry gossip. At first, he figured it was over something trivial and petty, like prep vs. greaser smack talk. However, this was very different. He noticed that irritability among the jocks was more prevalent. Every single one of those roid donkeys was making threats through gritted teeth. So, he did what any nosy student would do; go to Christy Martin.

He jogged to the school building, finding the perky redhead instantly.

“Christy! Wait!” He hollered.

She turned, “oh my god! Hi, Jimmy!” She smiled, looking down at him.

“UH, quick question. I know the mascot got taken, but what’s got the jocks all wound up?’ He asked.

“Oh yeah! Last night some Heartland kids came and vandalized the field, fieldhouse, and took the mascot,’ Christy explained, ‘it’s like, so stupid, and like, childish.”

“Good grief, who even are the Heartland kids?”

“You don’t know? Oh my god! They’re like, our biggest rival in like, everything Jimmy,” Christy gasped.

Jimmy nodded, feeling like an idiot. He’d attended Bullworth for a semester and hadn’t known their rival until now.

“Anyways, I’ll see you around! Bye, Jimmy!” Christy grinned, giving him a flirtatious finger wave.

He smiled, shaking his head. What a cutie. Jimmy turned on his heel and power walked to the English class he shared with Gary and Pete.

As soon as he sat, Jimmy got hit in the arm.

“Where were you, moron?’ Gary snapped.

“Ow! Chill out Gary! I was tryna find out who stole my mascot!” Jimmy tenderly rubbed his stinging skin.

“Your head,” Pete mentioned.

“Yeah, I tried to stop ‘em. Some punk guy took a cheap shot 'cause he was taller and bashed me in the head with bolt cutters.”

“Awe, you want me to kiss it better?” Gary teased, leaning over his desk.

“In your dreams,” Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“You’re missin’ out James, but ok,” he chuckled, slumping back in his seat as Mr. Galloway began his drunken lecture.

English class wasn’t eventful at all. The only work Galloway gave them was vocabulary and the occasional ACT prep work. So most of the students just talked while Galloway napped on his desk. Easy A, easy way to dive deeper into what was going on with Alice’s case. The three boys went behind a bookshelf that his a corner from the rest of the class. Pillows and blankets cushion the area. Often they’d sit here anyways, so it wouldn’t be out of the norm to see the trio of trouble in the back corner scheming.

“So, what do we do now?” Pete asked.

“Go to Heartland,” Jimmy stated.

Gary and Pete slowly turn their gaze, looking at Jimmy like he had eight eyes and an extra head.

“Are you crazy?” Pete asked, scrunching his face in unease.

“If you’re suicidal, Jimmy, I could refer you to my brother,” Gary suggested but was slapped upside the head by Pete.

“What?” Jimmy squinted.

“Listen, my big neanderthal ginger friend, Bullworth kids do not go, to Heartland, ok?” Gary sighed, his cold hands clutching Jimmy’s shoulders tightly.

Jimmy narrowed his eyes, looking at the two like idiots.

“L-look man! Heartland kids hate us! And if we wind up on their turf we’re dead!” Pete whispered.

“Oh, come on! I’ve kicked almost everybody’s ass, and that includes Russel’s. What’s so scary about these kids?”

“They have nothing to lose,” Gary answered.

Jimmy shook his head, “whatever. I’ll see you two at lunch.”

A class block later, lunch began. Today was, unfortunately, mystery meat Monday. God only knows what Edna concocted in the witch’s gumbo pot to create it. Jimmy sat with the bullies, closest to Trent. The blonde had his arms around Jimmy’s waist with his chin rested on his shoulder. Jimmy poked at the pulled pork burger, squinting.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Trent asked, adjusting his hold.

“Where Edna gets this from,” he grimaced.

“I bet it’s probably not even real pork,” Trent chuckled.

“Probably,” Jimmy shrugged, taking a bite of the dull, sickening burger.

He felt a lump in his throat form, swallowing hard to get the disgusting lunch down. Jimmy would much rather live off Beam Cola and raw potatoes than whatever slop this was. What reason was there for the food to be this bad? What was Crabblesnitch even doing with all that money Derby’s dad donated? It seemed to all go into a bottomless bit, or to the football team.

“They probably have no more funds after blowing it all on the stupid football team,” the redhead spat.

“You’re tellin’ me man, Ms. peters is making all the costumes for the play by herself cause of budget cuts,” Trent sighed, glaring towards the jocks, more specifically Kirby Olsen.

“Wound’s still fresh?” Jimmy glanced.

“It’s just getting old. It’s on and off. You saw how he bailed on me at the theatre.”

“Don’t worry man, always here for you,” Jimmy patted Trent’s back.

“Awe thank you,” Trent chuckled, “promise to attend the play?”

“Promise,” Jimmy nodded, giving Trent a kiss before the bell rang.

They parted ways, Jimmy picking up his skateboard and walking to the iron gates.

“Moron! Where you going?” Gary asked, snatching Jimmy’s shoulder to turn him around.

“To get my shit back, duh.”

“Not without us dumbass.”

“Y-yeah! We’re a care package, right Gary?” Pete jogged over.

“Right!” the brunette nodded.

“Well, you bitches better grab a bike,” Jimmy snorted.

“Gary doesn’t know how to ride a bike.” Pete blurted out.

Gary slapped Pete “will you shut up femboy!”

Jimmy cracked up, but quickly restrained himself. “Pete how about you take my bike and have Gary ride on the pegs and meet me at the bus stop in town?”

Pete nodded, catching the keys to Jimmy’s tiny bike garage.

With that, Jimmy pushed off, skating down the streets and roadways until he halted at the bus stop. After a few minutes, Pete and Gary rode up and discarded the bike. Jimmy could always steal it back anyways. When the bus pulled up, they paid their tickets and boarded.

The ride to Heartland Academy was around thirty minutes or so. For most of the ride the boys spent time plotting on how they were going to sneak in- their vests would make them instantly stick out. That was not a good thing.

The plan was set. They’d toss their vests, walk by a prefect, get dress coded, then would buy heartland uniform vests. Perfect.

The trio hopped off the bus and stood outside the campus gates. Like Bullworth’s they were wide open, which was concerning. Anybody could walk in, even criminals.

“Take off your vest moron! Do you wanna get jumped!?” Gary spat, taking Jimmy out of his thoughts.

“My bad,” he replied, chucking his Bullworth vest into the bushed to join Pete and Gary’s

“Ok, act natural,” Gary urged, taking the lead and entering the campus.

Jimmy awed at the campus. Heartland was so nice compared to Bullworth, or maybe he just knew it all too well. Students passed, not even giving the three the time of day. So far so good.

Gary scanned the area, waltzing into the vision field of a prefect, initiating step number two.

“Hey! You three! Where are your uniforms?” The tall boy demanded, marching ver and coming to a robotic stop.

“Oh, we’e new and we never got any,” Gary lied, making himself look convincing.

The boy sighed, softening his posture, “follow me, I’ will show you where you can purchase your uniforms gentleman.”

The triad trailed behind the prefect like ducklings. He guided them up the stairs and into the main building. He winded through a few hallways before coming to a school spirit shop.

“Here is where you’ll get uniforms, they’re free since it’s your first time getting them. Enjoy your time at Heartland Academy boys,” he bowed, walking off to continue his rounds.

“See? It worked. I’m clever,” Gary laughed, pretending to flip his hair as they rummaged through the rather expansive options.

Jimmy had picked out a dull red vest with the school crest embroidered onto it. Gary opted for a long-sleeve scarlet cardigan wth gold trim. Pete went with a muted rose cardigan.

“Ok, what class is it today boys?” Gary grinned, turning to Pete and Jimmy.

“Uh, down that hall,” pointed pete, leading the charge.

By this point, students had began to file into class. Jimmy searched the crowd, looking for one of the mascot stealing dipshits. Specifcally the punk. He pushed through people whilst simultaneously trying to follow Pete and Gary.

He saw him. That tatted-up, spikey-haired- pierced freak.

“That’s one of them,” Jimmy growled, hustling to follow the guy as his friends caught up.

Jimmy wound the halls, following behind the jackass until they entered a classroom.

It was clearly some type of anatomy class. Diagrams of human body systems decorated the walls, and in the corner stood what looked to be a real human skeleton earring a straw hat, sunglasses, and flower lei. Some grim sens eof humor the teacher had.

Gary grabbed Jimmy’s shoulder, pointing him to a a empty row of seats in the back of the class closest to the windows. Jimmy followed, sitting down as he tried to act as normally as he could.

The teacher walked in. He was a man in his early to mid forties. His hair was dirty blonde with a few gray spots. He t]was also lanky with a somewhat athletic build. The man wore rectangular framed glasses with gold accents. His outfit consisted of irons khahi slack, brown dress shows, and a red cardigan with the sleeves rolled up. Jimmy also noted that he looked quite timid, with sad eyes.

“Hello everyone, how’s your day been?” the man asked, turning to the three with confusion. “Oh, are you three new to my class?” he sked.

“Oh uh, yeah. We just got here today,” Jimmy answered.

“That’s great! I’m Mr. Joiner, but you can also use Mr. david if referring to me by first name is more comfortable,” he smiled.

Jimmy nodded. Hm, David Joiner. He reminded Jimmy of Ms. Philips, only shy.

Gary turned back to face.

“He looks like my brother’s boyfriend Danny,” Gary whispered.

‘Your brother was gay?” Jimmy looked back.

“I dunno,” he shrugged.

Today was going to be full of fun, that was for sure.

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