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My FBI agent wants me to love Kaeya so much…and I just give up…

Into the enclosure he goes

If this is the price I must pay to drag Sam into MXTX hell so be it

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A Room Away (No More)

Part 2 of A Room Away

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!roommate!reader

Summary: Your abusive ex reaches out, and you hide it from Tim until it's almost too late.

Warnings: angst, domestic violence, abuse, assault, anxiety/panic attacks, fluff and a happy ending guaranteed!!

Word Count: 3.7k+ words

A/N: A Room Away is one of the first Tim fics I wrote and it took me a few months, but I loved writing this continuation! I hope you enjoy!🤍

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Tim’s thumb brushes back and forth over a nearly invisible scar on your arm as you wait for your dinner guests. Remembering that it has been days since your last nightmare and nearly a week without a migraine makes you smile, and Tim glances at you but doesn’t ask any questions. The doorbell rings and he grumbles under his breath as he leaves your side. As he opens the door to invite Angela and Wesley in, your phone vibrates beside you. Tim is giving Angela a hard time, as usual, and you take the moment when her attention isn’t on you to read the new text.

Unknown There is nowhere you can go that my love won’t lead me to find you.

The sentence is familiar, too familiar. You read the message again, and before you finish another comes through.

Unknown Los Angeles isn’t big enough to hide you from me.

“Are you okay?” Angela asks.

You lock your phone quickly and clear your throat before you look up at her and nod. The message repeats over and over in your head. Your phone may not know who sent the text, but you do, and knowing that your ex is in the same city as you terrifies you. Deep down, you know you should tell Tim, but you can’t.

“How’s Timothy treating you?” Angela adds.

She sits beside you, and you try to forget about the text for now. “He still won’t reduce my rent,” you complain jokingly.

Tim watches you from his spot in the kitchen. The last few weeks have been good. Your nightmares are becoming less frequent, you let Tim touch you without flinching or panicking, but the look on your face right now isn’t right.

“How are things?” Wesley asks. “Need a prenup, yet?”

“Funny, Wesley,” Tim replies without looking away from you. “I hope Angela cleans you out in the divorce.”

“He can keep the kids,” Angela adds from beside you.

“Good luck getting rid of me,” Wesley says. He lowers his voice and turns away from Angela to ask, “Seriously, Tim, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Things are good, great even. I just don’t want to do anything that makes us go backward.”

“Abusive relationships are hard to get over, but you’re helping her with that, Tim.”

“I hope so.”

“Wasn’t a question, Sergeant.”

Tim rolls his eyes as he puts your favorite food on a plate. It isn’t often that Angela and Wesley come over, but right now, Tim wishes he was alone with you so he could check on you. You don’t seem to hide things from him on purpose, and he understands the time it takes to trust people after having your trust betrayed and being abused. He’ll never push, but the moment you pull, he’s there. Never more than a phone call or a room away.

“Here you go,” Tim murmurs as he passes you a plate.

Your shoulders tense as he nears you but drop just as quickly. The jumpiness is something that was completely gone just yesterday, and Tim furrows his brows as he watches you accept the plate and look out the window. He runs a finger over your jawline to bring your attention back to him, and you smile at him.

“You alright?” he asks.

It seems to be everyone’s question tonight, and you once again lie, “Yeah.”

Tim nods and you thank him for the food before moving to sit by Angela. With his eyes on you throughout dinner, Tim decides that something is wrong, and he needs to get to the bottom of it. You open up as the night continues, yet when Angela and Wesley leave, you fall silent as you clear the table.

“Hey,” Tim calls softly.

He wraps a kind hand around your wrist to stop you, and you flinch away from him involuntarily. Tim raises his hands, and you drop your chin toward your chest and fight the tears threatening to spill. You’re scared because of the text, but that is no reason to move away from Tim. As you struggle not to panic, Tim whispers that everything is okay.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out.

Tim shakes his head to remind you that you never have to apologize. You step closer and pinch his shirt between your fingers before wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. Strong arms settle over your back, and you push your cheek over Tim’s heart.

“I’m just feeling off, or something,” you say. “Please don’t worry about me.”

Tim hums and moves a hand to brush your hair away from your face. He won’t agree not to worry about you, and it’s too late to pretend like he’s not already doing just that.

The next few days pass slowly, and as you continue to spend more time at home, Tim’s concerns grow. You’re up and moving around, so it’s not a migraine, but you haven’t worked more than eight hours in three days. Every time Tim sees you at home, he hugs you, kisses you, and silently reminds you that he’s right beside you, but you keep up your act that nothing is wrong. It’s a failing façade, though, and you’re just waiting to break.

When you wake just after 1 in the morning, you can’t stop the scream that escapes. Your ex was in your room, in Tim’s home, and when he was done with you he was going to cross the hall and do the same to Tim. Of all the nightmares you’ve had, seeing Tim moments away from being hurt was the scariest of them all. You pull your knees up to your chest and drop your head as you sob, your panicked scream making way for the fear you’ve been burying since you got the text.

Tim comes in without question or knocking, and when your door hits the wall, you lift your head and flinch to the other side of your bed. At the sight of Tim, however, you launch yourself toward him and let him pull you close. You cry against his chest as he whispers comforting promises, but the only thing that helps you is the tangible reminder that he is safe. You tell yourself over and over, clutch his shirt, and listen to his heartbeat. He’s safe, and he won’t let anything happen to either one of us.

As he holds you, Tim keeps you as close as possible. He knows that you shouldn’t ask questions now. Not that you’d give him an honest answer anyway, he thinks. Whatever you’ve been hiding is making you scared, and it breaks Tim’s heart to see you affected this way. Waking up to your scream scared him, so he can only imagine what must be going through your mind.

Unknown I saw the planetarium today. Can you see it from your new home?

Unknown Met a girl in the supermarket who looked like you. But I won’t settle for second best.

Unknown Clues, clues, clues. Am I getting closer, baby?

With each new text you receive, you have to talk yourself out of running from Tim. You don’t want to pull away from him, but you constantly worry that if you’re found, Tim will be in danger, too. A knock on your door draws your attention away from the newest message, and Tim smiles when you meet his eyes.

“Want to go to lunch? Just us?” he offers.

You should say no, but you nod before standing. Nothing bad can happen in public, and being beside Tim is the safest place to be, you think. Even as you try to convince yourself that going to lunch will be fine, you can feel the fear and anxiety building in your chest. It weighs down on you and makes it hard to breathe, so you measure each breath and focus on Tim instead of the adrenal responses flooding your body.

Tim turns into a random subdivision and slows down. You raise your brows and look at him, but he only offers a hand extended over the console. When you lay your hand over his, he intertwines his fingers with yours and pulls your hand closer to him. He makes another turn, and you realize that he’s not taking a shortcut to the restaurant.

“What are you doing?” you inquire quietly.

“I don’t want to push you too hard or too soon,” he says. “But something is bothering you, and I can’t help if you stop talking to me.”

“Tim, I’m fine, I promise. I’ve just been feeling off.”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’ll pass.”

“What will pass? Pushing me away and blocking me out won’t fix whatever is happening!”

“And telling you will?” you ask. You’re getting defensive because you’re scared, and you try to pull your hand away so you can stop talking to him.

“Why did you ever let me in if it was just going to end like this? I’m with you, but why can’t you trust me enough to tell you what’s making you scream in the middle of the night and jump when I walk up behind you?”

“Because he can threaten me all he wants, but I don’t want Brent to find you too!” you snap.

“Brent?” Tim asks lowly. He pulls his hand away and sets his jaw to ask, “Brent who?”

You shrink in the passenger seat and whisper his last name. Tim’s brakes squeal as he presses the pedal to the floor and parks on the side of the road. You can tell without looking at him that he’s angry, and you slipping up and saying your ex’s name certainly didn’t help.

“Get out,” Tim orders.

“Are you serious?” you whisper brokenly.

“Out of my truck. Now.”

You slide out of the passenger seat and close the door behind you. Tears have been building in your eyes for a week, and you let them fall freely now. You’re scared and hurting, but Tim refuses to look at you as you stand on the curb.

“Tim, please don’t do this,” you plead through the rolled-down window.

Tim doesn’t answer, and when he shifts the truck back into drive, you know he’s serious about leaving you here.

“Tim, please!” you beg through your tears.

“Go home,” he says over the engine.

The truck pulls away from the curb where you stand, and you harshly wipe your tears away to clear your vision. As you dig for your phone, you know it’s time to take Angela up on her offer. She said to call if Tim was ever mean to you, and you think leaving you on the side of the road counts.

Tim turns around in a nearby cul-de-sac and parks behind a tree where you can’t see him, but he can keep an eye on you. He’s angry and needed a second to calm down, but he never intended to leave you. He sighs as he types the name of your ex into his phone. He’ll ask Angela to run it later. When Tim looks back up at you, you have your back to him, and your phone raised to your ear. Your shoulders shake as you cry, and Tim taps his knuckles against his steering wheel. He made you cry this time, and though he’s glad to have a few answers, he wishes this wasn’t how he got them.

After moving in, you confided in Tim that Angela told you to call her if he was ever mean to you. When her car pulls up and you climb into the passenger seat, Tim shakes his head fondly. You’re mad at him, but you’re still perfect in his eyes. Now that he knows you’re safe, Tim decides to stop by the station and do some digging on your ex.

“I think I’m going to text Tim,” you say.

“What? No! He abandoned you. Just eat your ice cream and wait for him to come and beg on his knees,” Angela replies. She points her spoon at you and adds, “You’re too good for him, anyway.”

“I think that’s the other way around.”

“Fine,” she groans. “Text him. But I’m still mad at him.”

Your text to Tim is short, a simple apology, just: I’m sorry. His response is nearly immediate, and you smile when his name pops up in the notification.

Tim I’m not mad at you. I know you’re with Angela. Want me to pick you up?

Tim You don’t have to come home if you’re not ready. Whatever you want.

Your response is a promise that what you want is to be with Tim. Angela rolls her eyes at your smile, but she’s happy for you and Tim. After all, it’s because of her that you found a place a live and met Tim. She begins to ask a question, but your ringing phone cuts her off.

“Tim?” you ask as you answer.

“When did the texts start?” he inquires.

“Uh, about a week ago, I guess.”

“Change of plans, then. Let me talk to Angela.”

You pass the phone to Angela, and she listens for a moment before she stands and walks into her bedroom. Whatever they’re talking about, they don’t want you to know about. Tim said there was a change of plans, which sounds suspiciously like he won’t be taking you home tonight. The panic from earlier returns slowly as you wonder if he’ll ever let you go home again.

“Your boyfriend wants to talk,” Angela says, cutting through your doubt as she returns your phone.

“Sorry,” Tim begins. “I looked into your ex. He flew into LAX about a week ago, so the texts weren’t just threats. He’s here. And a week is a long time when you’re trying to find someone. I want you to stay at Angela’s tonight, okay?”

“Are you- are you working tonight?” you ask softly.

“I am now. Brent’s got an arrest warrant, and the threats he sent you make him a higher priority. We’re gonna look for him. We will find him,” Tim promises.

“Be careful, Tim.”

“I will. I have to get home to you, right?”

“Right.”

“I’ll call you later and check in. Let Angela know if you get more texts, please.”

“I will. Sorry for not telling you sooner.”

“I promise I’m not mad at you.”

“I know,” you murmur. “See you later, Tim.”

Tim’s decision to drive by his house before he starts looking for your abusive ex was both a precaution and about Kojo. The house looks exactly as it had when he left with you for lunch, and Tim puts Kojo in the front seat of his shop before driving toward Angela and Wesley’s house. If Brent goes to his house to find you, both you and Kojo will be safe and sound with Angela Lopez prepared to defend you. There aren’t many people Tim trusts, but when you called Angela, he knew you made the right choice. It’s the one he would have made, too.

Kojo pushes past Angela to meet you when she opens the door. You happily invite him into your lap and hug him tightly. He soothes your nerves without trying, and you loosen your grip on him only to look up at Tim.

“Nothing yet,” he says with a shake of his head. “I’m a call away if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Tim,” you reply.

He lays a hand on your shoulder and smiles as he promises, “I’ve got you.”

“Where’s your car?” Angela asks you.

“I just moved it. Public parking off Sepulveda,” Tim answers for you. “He doesn’t seem like the smartest guy in the world, but, just in case.”

“He’s not,” you agree.

Tim slowly pulls his hand away before he leaves again, and you lean closer to Kojo for his comfort. Angela disappears into her bedroom again a few minutes later and returns in a rush.

“I have to go. There’s been a homicide,” she explains. “I called Tim and he’ll be here in less than thirty minutes. Don’t answer the door for anyone; he and Wesley have keys.” She slows to ask, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Go solve a homicide.”

She rushes out the front door and locks it behind her, but you stand and double-check it anyway. Your phone is empty of notifications, and you can only wait until Tim arrives. After you settle beside Kojo again, you give him your attention. You and he freeze simultaneously when your phone chimes on the coffee table.

Unknown Walk outside or you will cost them everything.

You read it twice before you realize what he’s asking you to do. The moment you step out in the open, he can do anything and everything he wants. But you look around and see the life Tim and Angela have built for themselves and know that you can’t do anything to jeopardize that or their safety. So, you quickly shepherd Kojo into a bedroom and lock the door before slowly flipping the locks on the front door and stepping out into the Los Angeles night. The sun recently set, but there’s enough light you can see someone standing at the corner of the yard. Tim can’t be more than a few minutes away, but his thirty-minute estimation feels like an eternity.

“Los Angeles,” Brent says before laughing. “I knew you’d run somewhere you could hide but the city of angels? You, baby, were never going to fit in here.”

“What do you want?” you ask, willing your voice to be strong.

Brent smiles and you take a step back as he moves closer. You stumble against the sidewalk behind you, and Brent surges forward to wrap a cruel hand around your arm. He twists your skin with his grip, and everything about his touch is the opposite of Tim’s. For the first time since you met Brent, you fight back. Your free hand makes contact with his jaw, but he recovers quickly and shoves you to the ground.

Pulling your knees up, you try to create momentum to knock Brent off of you, but he pushes your legs down and shoves the heel of his hand between your ribs. The air is driven from your lungs, but you know you can’t stop fighting. When Brent moves his hands, so one is holding your face and the other is reaching for something in his waistband, you panic. You need Tim, but he’s a call away, and you left your phone inside.

“Domestic dispute and assault in progress at…”

Tim doesn’t hear anything past Angela’s address, and he hits the lights as he makes the final turn onto her street. Several neighbors are gathered on the opposite side of the street and watching an altercation in Angela’s front yard when he reaches the curb. A woman screams, and Tim slams the shop into park when he sees the glint of a gun being pulled. He opens the shop door and immediately ducks as a shot is fired. “L.A.P.D. Put down the weapon!” he yells from behind his open door.

He calls your name, but there’s no sound. No reply, no calls or screams from the neighbors, and Tim peeks around the door. Slowly, the gun is tossed to the side and the man, your ex, slowly clambers onto his hands and knees. When he sits back and puts his hands up, Tim has a clear view of you lying on the ground. There’s blood on your face, and you’re not moving, so Tim rushes forward. Two more police cars join Tim’s shop, but his complete focus is on you. He kneels beside you and pushes two fingers against your pulse point.

“I’m okay,” you whisper when you feel Tim’s skin on yours.

Tim sighs and drops his head before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling your torso off the ground and into a hug. You return his tight grip as he sits on the sidewalk and holds you close. Two other officers handcuff Brent and put him in the back of a cruiser, and you’re surprised but pleased with the lack of threats directed toward you.

“Sergeant Bradford, the weapon was discharged, but the bullet was fired into a tree. CSU will gather data for ballistics,” an officer tells Tim quickly.

His grip tightens on you at the mention of the gunshot, and you sigh against his shoulder. As you lean up, he gets a better look at the bruise under your jaw and the fresh blood pooling against the older, dried blood under your nose. He moves you gently so he can stand and calls for a paramedic.

“Tim, I’m fine,” you say with a painful chuckle.

“Respectfully, I want a second opinion,” he replies. “And then we’re going home.”

“Don’t forget Kojo.”

“I’ll get him.”

“Oh, you may need a key.”

Tim furrows his brows at you but doesn’t ask what you’re talking about as he lowers beside you again. His hand in yours distracts you from the pokes and prods of the paramedics, and your mind is no longer anxious and scared, but excited to go home and remind Tim how much you appreciate his protectiveness.

Tim doesn’t let you out of his sight or his hold from the moment you enter his house. He pulls you against him and sits on the couch, inviting Kojo to join you. You’re finally okay, and it makes it easier for both you and Tim to show the affection you’ve been avoiding.

“I don’t want to be a call away anymore,” Tim confesses softly. “Not a room away… I need to be right beside you.”

“Tim, I only asked for the separation because I had to have it. Thinking that he would come after me was concerning, but the closer I got to you, the more worried I was he’d hurt you, too.”

“I understand that, but it’s over now. So, it’s your choice again.”

You nod and tilt your bruised face up from Tim’s chest to look into his eyes. “I don’t want to be a room away either,” you whisper.

Tim smiles and brushes a gentle thumb over your cheekbone before withdrawing his touch from your face. He kisses you gently, a series of pecks more than a real kiss, before allowing you to move closer.

As you fall asleep in Tim’s arms, you’ve never felt more at home. His touch, his presence, his protectiveness, and his care make him special, and he’s the best roommate-turned-more you could have asked for.

“I love you,” Tim whispers, and you wake up faster than ever.

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When Night Comes - one

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky because he is his own warning, probs only cursing this chapter

word count: 2.1K

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

“Hey I need your help out front,” Jessica wearily asks as she pops her head into the classroom door. The other woman who’s sitting on the jungle carpet with the kids nods her head and stands up, kids clinging to her arm as she does so. 

“What’s up?” she asks, shaking off the monkey children, “I need you guys to go sit on the carpet. I need to talk to Ms. Jessica.”

The kids run back to the group before Jessica explains, “There’s a man here to pick up Wyatt but I don’t recognize him and he’s not showing any ID. I figured with who his parents are, you might want to check it out.”

“Bruh you’ve got to be kidding me. Get a picture of him and his car and don’t let any of the kids out of the room until I come back. I’m getting real sick of this shit,” the mental exhaustion of running a daycare, let alone one with high-profile clients, rips her apart most days.

Another kid comes running up to the two women, complaining about how annoying her brother is being, “Ms. Jessica, Ms. Sunny, Mason won’t leave me alone. He keeps pinching me.”

Jessica takes over the situation and leads the little girl back towards the carpet, asking her what she did to try and stop him while the other woman, Ms. Sunny, leaves to handle the rather broody-looking man at the school’s front doors. His jaw is locked in a permanently clenched state, no doubt causing tension but also creating a killer resting bitch face. He’s looking down at his phone and doesn’t notice that she’s in the lobby with him until she clears her throat. 

“I’m here for Wyatt,” he fumbles to put his phone away when he looks up at her. 

“Can I see your ID please?” she asks, coming to stand in between him and the hallway leading toward the classroom. 

“No.”

She flashes a very fake smile and crosses her arms over her chest, “Unfortunately it’s our policy; I can’t release a child into someone’s care unless I know who they are or I see their ID to confirm they’re on the approved adult list. So if I can’t see your ID then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Just call Steve,” his jaw twitches as his frustration grows. 

“I can once I see your ID.”

“You don’t need to see my ID. Just call Steve and bring out Wyatt.”

She scratches at the corner of her eye in annoyance, “I’m about 30 seconds from calling the police on you for attempted kidnapping. You may either leave or show me your ID, it’s really not that hard.”

When he puts his hands on his hips, metal flashes from under his coat in an attempt to scare her into submission but all she does is let out a breathy laugh at the lame attempt. This only frustrates him even more and he digs into his pocket to retrieve his phone to make a call while giving her the staredown. Being an unbothered queen, she flashes him another sarcastic smile when he gives her a particularly nasty look. The kids are going wild in the classroom, screams and laughter echoing through the hallway and into the lobby. Another man gets out of the SUV the first man no doubt arrived in and raps harshly on the school’s glass door. A black hoodie peaks out from under the leather jacket he’s wearing, giving him a softer look than the other man who’s in a full suit. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve assumed that he was the lackey and the first man is the boss but she does and resists rolling her eyes when she pushes open the door for him. 

“Thank you, Doll,” his honey voice coats her ears as he slides past her, “What seems to be the problem?”

“This asshole here wouldn’t let me see his ID and was being rude, demanding that I just bring out Wyatt,” she’s dropped the kind daycare teacher act at this point and falls back into her normal personality and word bank. 

“Is that true, Scott?” the honey-voiced man asks Scott, turning his head to look at him. 

“Maybe if she wasn’t being such a bit…”

He cut him off with a stern look, “I’m going to stop you right there. We don’t call women names even if they are true. Now apologize to her and go to the car.”

Scott mumbles a very curt and snarky apology to her and shoves the door open, storming off like a child. She lets out a deep sigh, watching him leave before looking at the other man whose eyes haven’t left her, “I still need to see your ID.”

“Of course,” he pulls his wallet from his back pocket and flips it open to hand her the card. 

She glances over it and hands it back, “Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Wyatt will be right out and next time you come to pick him up, please come in yourself or have the Rogers add the asshat to the list. I really don’t enjoy arguing with a man-child when I have a classroom full of better-behaved kids.”

Mr. Barnes chuckles and nods to show he’s in agreement, “Scott could use a lesson or two in manners. I’ll make sure he won’t bother you again.”

Wyatt comes bounding out of the classroom, backpack hanging off one shoulder and half-finished coloring pages fisted in his hands. He breaks into a sprint when he spots his uncle crouching down with arms wide open and nearly tackles him to the ground. 

“Uncle Bucky!” he shouts when he jumps into Bucky’s arms.

“Hey buddy, how was your day?”

“Look at what I made,” Wyatt shoves the coloring pages into Bucky’s face with excitement, “Ms. Sunny helped me.”

Bucky’s eyes rake up her form before making intense eye contact with her, a small smirk on his plump lips, “Is that so? Why don’t you say goodbye to Ms. Sunny?”

Wyatt launches himself at her legs, rapidly saying his goodbyes. She smiles down at him, “Have a good night, home slice. We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

He runs back to his uncle and takes his hand as Bucky pushes the door open to leave. He pauses and sends Wyatt to the car so he can get one last word in with the daycare teacher. 

“I really am sorry for the confusion earlier. Let me make it up to you.”

“Yeah come in yourself next time,” she scoffs, spinning to go back to the classroom. 

“How about dinner?” he calls after her, freezing her just before she gets to the room. 

“Are you seriously asking me out?”

He shrugs his shoulders, a smirk growing even wider, “Are you saying yes?”

She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of answering and disappears into the classroom, leaving him chuckling to himself. It’s not the first time they’ve met, having seen each other in passing when he picks up Wyatt but this is certainly the first time he’s actually talked to her. She’s not surprised that he decided to flirt with her; he is, after all, the king of New York and known as the Flirt of Brooklyn. Even though the kids call her Ms. Sunny, she’s a far cry from her nickname and is unamused by his behavior. He’s going to have to try harder than that to get under her skin or take her out. 

Jessica quickly gets up from the teacher’s desk when Sunny comes back in, “Everything go okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves Jessica off, “It ended up being Wyatt’s uncle who sent in his bodyguard. I told him that he needed to come in himself like he had been doing so hopefully I won’t have to call Mom and Dad. You know how Mr. Rogers gets when we call him.”

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t get them involved unless it again,” Jessica agrees but her face lights up at the mention of the uncle, “Oh my god it was Bucky Barnes?”

This time she can’t stop her eyes from rolling on their own, “Yes it was. Jesus, what is it with you and every other woman who works here?”

“Um did you even look at him? He’s like super hot and rich, who wouldn't want a piece of that ass?”

“Ok language, we have little ears,” Sunny whispers to her over-excited coworker, “Also he’s a criminal so there’s that.”

“Which makes him even hotter. You’re telling me that you didn’t feel something down there?”

“Jessica!” The woman smiles devilishly at her, awaiting her answer.

“No, and the whole bad boy thing is the worst trope I’ve ever heard of.”

“I’ll bet you anything that after one more interaction with him and you’ll be gossiping right along with us,” Jessica winks at her as she waltzes away to go help one of the kids with their project. 

“Oh Sunny,” Jessica’s sing-song voice calls out as she walks down the hallway to the classroom. From her spot at the teacher’s desk, she can hear just how excited Jessica is by how she’s practically running down the hallway. She bursts into the room, two drinks in hand and various bags hanging off her arms. 

“I come bearing gifts,” she puts the drinks on the desk whilst dropping her bags to the ground, “A chai with almond milk and cinnamon. Also, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Sunny takes the boiling chai into her cold hands and sighs at the warmth it brings as she listens to the favor, “Thank you, my dear. I’m all ears.”

“So,” she begins, shoving off her leather jacket, “my friend is having a kickback this weekend and I need you to come with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to be there.”

Leaning back in the creaky chair, Sunny gives her a disapproving look, “Hm you said need.”

“Can’t it both?” Jessica’s black hair falls forward over her shoulders as she moves to rest her arms on the desk, “Either way I would really really appreciate it if you came with me.”

“You still haven’t told me why.”

“The guy I've been talking to on and off for like months now is going to be there and I could really use a wing woman.” 

“Girl, what do you need a wing woman for?”

Jessica scoffs, dramatically spinning away, “He’s so fucking dry over text but in person, he’s like a totally different person. I need someone to flirt with him a little and see if he’s really just that way or if he’s just not interested in me.”

Sunny mulls over the thought, sipping away at the devilishly hot coffee in her hands. Going to a kickback would be fun but flirting with people, let alone talking to people isn’t something that she enjoys or wants to do on her time off. 

“What do I get out of it?”

Flashing the best smile she can, Jessica pleads with her, “A lifelong friendship. Please please please come with me.”

“How big is this kickback going to be?”

“Like 50 people tops.”

Her jaw drops in shock, “50? As in five zero?”

“Yes,” Jessica says sheepishly, dropping herself onto a tiny table meant for their kids. 

“That’s not a kickback. That’s a whole ass house party. Kickbacks are maybe 10 people, not five times that.”

“I promise it’ll be so low-key that you won’t even notice. I’ll pay for the Uber, drinks, whatever, just come with me please.”

“ You do realize how inappropriate it is for a director to hang out with a teacher let alone go to a house party, right?” Sunny asks, setting her coffee down and checking the time to make sure they have enough time to hash out the details before the kids arrive. 

“No one will find out. Your bosses don’t even check on us that often. I highly doubt they’re going to find out you went to a friend’s house for some drinks.”

“You underestimate their ability to royally fuck me over,” her alarm goes off to let her know that it’s 7 am and parents are about to start showing up, “I’ll go BUT you’re paying for everything and I reserve the right to leave whenever I want and you have to come with me.”

“Oh my god! Yes yes yes thank you so much, Sunny you’re a lifesaver,” Jessica jumps up in glee and throws her arms around Sunny who had gotten up to open the school doors, “We’re going to have so much fun!

[eternalsams]

Paint It Black ⇴ J.Seresin

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

summary: you didn’t want to get married, you didn’t need a ring to prove your love for your man. But when the circumstances want you to, you’re forced to tie the knot with Jake to stay with him. And you’re scared your soon-to-be-husband won’t agree with your only request.

warnings: none, only pure fluff

word count: 1 147

a/n: english isn’t my mother tongue, please take it into your consideration :)

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“Baby, you’re sure?” Jake frowns.

“Yes, Jake, I want it like that. But I know you like classic things so if you don’t want to, then we don’t do it. I don’t want you to feel forced to do it.”

“I'm not feeling forced to do anything with you, baby. I just know that this is big, even for us.” He tries to give you a reassuring smile.

“We’re known for doing big.” You give him a quick look.

“Then, let’s go. We’re doing it.”

The wet noise echoes in the room, making you wince.

“Oh my God, we’re doing it.” Jake groans.

The white fabric of your weeding dress drowning in the black dyed water. You drop it entirely into the hot water and takes a metal spoon to stir everything. When you started dating Jake five years ago, you didn’t want to get married, that wasn’t in your plans. Not that you didn’t love Jake, you loved him with your entire being and told him the three little words for your 3 month anniversary. You talked about it with him and first he tried to convince you that eventually you’d change your mind but after a long conversation, he stopped trying and accepted the fact that you didn’t want to get married.

You’ve been happy together for five years, until Admiral Simpson announced you that you had been deployed. In more than five years, you’d stayed at San Diego and it was great. You met lots of friends and, even better, you met the love of your life. Simpson gave you two weeks to pack your things and leave the west coast. When you told Jake about your deployment, he had been silent for multiple minutes and left the room to go to your shared bedroom. You feared he would call it quit and leave you alone after five years together. But he didn’t. He came back with a tiny bag in his hands. He gave it to you and sat down on the couch in front of you, waiting for you to open it. You rapidly looked up at him through your lashes and started undoing the knot. A silver ring fell in the palm of your hand and you looked up at Jake.

“What’s this?” You asked.

“I don’t want to stay away from you. I don’t like distance and I’m pretty sure a long-distance relationship with you will drive me crazy and you’ll have to check me into a mental hospital.”

“Jake...” You stared at the beautiful ring in your hand.

“I know what you think of marriage and I wouldn’t ask you that if there was another solution but-”

“Okay, let’s do it. Let’s get married.” You nodded your head and slipped the ring on your finger.

Jake jumped from the couch to take you in his arms and hold you as close as possible. You couldn’t contain the giggles as he peppered your face with kisses.

“Now the most important question. Since when do you have that ring hidden in our room, Mr Seresin?” You took his face between your hands.

So here you are, watching the water dye the wedding dress your mother got you two days ago. You told Jake about your desire to get married in black and, first, he didn’t agree. He came from a very religious family and when you told him you wanted a black dress, the only thing he saw was a funeral. The wedding was supposed to be white. But you eventually convinced him by showing him gorgeous black wedding dresses on pinterest and he couldn’t wait and see you in yours. Second obstacle; the budget. When you saw how expensive black wedding dresses were, you almost had a heart attack. You could never gather that amount of money when the wedding was in a week. So you decided to get a white one and take the risk to dye it. The wedding was in five days and you couldn’t afford for another dress. Even if Jake told you he would get you ten more dresses if you asked him, you didn’t want him to spent his money because of your mistake.

“And now we wait.” You say as Jake wraps his arm around your shoulders.

Today was the wedding day and you and Jake haven’t told anybody about your dress. You knew your friends wouldn’t care less if your dress was white, black or even rainbow colored. But you knew your and Jake’s families would have a hard time accepting your choice. But it wasn’t their wedding, it was yours. They should be glad you accepted to get married and don’t judge your tastes. So you were in the small room, smoothing the lace parts of your dress. It’s was just beautiful. The black dyeing worked perfectly and even if you had to dip it twice, the results were better than what you had expected. Jake only saw the dress when you got it out of the water the first time, the time it turned out to be more blue-ish than black. You asked him to trust you and he did. He didn’t ask any more questions and trusted you when you told him the second dyeing was perfect.

Phoenix is just behind you and can’t stop taking pictures on her phone to send it to Rooster who’s with Jake. Of course, Bradley doesn’t show the pictures to your fiancé, he only teases him by saying you look more beautiful than ever and Jake swears to God that if his wingman doesn’t shut up, he’s gonna rip his tongue out and make him eat it. Only your close friends and your families have been invited to the wedding due to the early convening and it was clearly enough for the both of you.

When the time of you walking down the aisle finally come, Jake can’t stay still, his feet refuse to stop taping against the tile on the floor of the small church you found. His gaze is locked on his cufflinks and when the music you chose for your entrance starts to play, he immediately looks up at the doors. They open and you appear. More magnificent than ever, just like Bradshaw has said. He is so mesmerized by your beauty that he can’t see your and his families whispering in the rows, either complimenting your dress or finding it completely out of place. But neither of you care about what the others think. How could he ever think black was a funeral color? You look ravishing in your dress and he already know the pictures are going to be unforgettable. You look like one of those characters straight out of a Tim Burton movie. You were his lovely and splendid bride. You reach him and take the hand he hold out to you.

“You look... perfect.” He breathes out with a shy smile.

“Told you it was a good idea.”

“The best idea ever.” He says as he kisses your knuckles.

[figsnpassionfruits]

Paint Away, My Little Dove - Chapter 2

word count: 1.5k tags: arthur morgan x fem!reader, fluff, age gap dividers by: @strangergraphics-archive pictures are from pinterest

The cabin at Hamish’s offered you peace and quiet when no one else would. The big lake right in front of it, the scent of the various wildflowers and the sounds of all kinds of animals never failed to cause harmonious explosions of your senses. Sitting at the front porch with Hamish helped as well. He treated you like his daughter, never asking you to pay him back for food or drinks. He took you in, and he would never throw you out.

“I’m telling ya, there’s an ugly beast out there and if I won’t get it, it’ll sure as hell get me.” He expressed, swinging back and forth on his wooden rocking chair.

‘This again.’ You thought. The coffee was hot, slightly burning your lips and tongue as you took a small sip. “Why don’t you just stick to fishing like normal old men?” You teased, placing the mug down on the table in front of you.

“Old?!” Hamish exclaimed, clearly appalled by that description. “The beautiful outside hasn’t sent me too crazy yet. Therefore, also not old. Crazy ages, not years.”

The familiar sound of hooves clicking was caught by your ears. Incoming was Arthur, on his black Shire, tilting his hat as the sound slowed down.

“Ah, Arthur!” Hamish got up from his chair, visibly excited at his arrival. He probably was the only other male companion besides Buell that Hamish could call a friend. It could get pretty lonely in the Eastern Grizzlies. No sane person would like to go further East to Annesburg or Van Horn to make friends. Especially for a veteran, who had been through a lot, trust was another aspect to think of. Shaking hands and agreeing on friendship was not the first thing he wanted to do with everyone.

“Evenin’.” Arthur said, getting down from his horse and walking over to the porch, exchanging a quick hug with Hamish. Glancing over to you, he flashed a small smile you were sure he was trying to hide. “Miss L/N.”

The veteran looked back and forth between you and Arthur, sitting back down while doing so. “Y’all know each other?”

“Yes. What I didn’t know is that we were still using our last names to address each other.” You said, taking another sip from your mug while Arthur sat down on a chair right next to you. “He interrupted a painting session of mine. Ever since then he won’t leave me alone.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, sweetheart.”

“Ya here to hunt, boy?” Hamish asked him.

Arthur exhaled, looking at the lake right in front of him. The way the water glimmered underneath the evening sun had him in awe. He could see the surface move every now and then, implying insects attempting to swim and fish using that to their advantage. “Nah…” He started. “Thought of something more relaxin’. Fishin’ sounds good t’me.”

“Do you want anything to drink first, Arthur?” You offered politely.

He smiled back at you, this time not trying to hide it. “Nah, thank you, darlin’.”

You got up from your chair in one swift motion, face slightly blushing from the sudden amount of pet names coming out of his mouth. Your mug was still in your hand as you took the few numbers of steps it needed to head inside the cabin. Placing it in the sink after rinsing it out with some water, you dried your hands on the cloth dangling down from the kitchen counter. You could hear Arthur and Hamish goof around, talking about fishes and different types of bait. Since Hamish knew you pretty well, you did not think it was necessary to excuse yourself to take a small nap. He would tell Arthur anyway.

Entering the small guest room that Hamish always had ready for you, felt like entering a home you wished you had. Yes, you were grateful for Hamish and he was like a father to you. But deep down, you wished he actually was. A part of you could not block out the fact that you would never be a true daughter to him. To protect yourself from those thoughts, you would travel. Out there, it was clear who was who. No wishful thinking- just facts.

…………………………………………..

The creaking of wood woke you up from your slumber. Instinctively, you first looked out the window, trying to take glimpse of the amount of light outside. ‘Hopefully it’s not nighttime yet.’ The deep orange tone in the sky implied only a few more moments that you had before it turned dark.

“Mornin’.”

You turned in bed, facing the doorframe. In front of you was Arthur, leaning on his right side, his body defined by his tight black long-sleeve shirt. The black and beige suspenders additionally helped imaging his body underneath. He was an extremely attractive man, there was no doubt about it. His hair and his stubble had a few gray hairs peeking through. He was obviously older than you. Maybe by ten, maybe by fifteen years- you did not know. A girl can still look.

“Morning? I slept maybe an hour.” You mumbled as you rubbed your slightly squinted eyes.

“Yeah, but ya sure as hell slept as deep as bear in winter. Heard ya snorin’ all the way from the boat.”

Involuntarily you let out a chuckle, too tired to come up with a remark to say back to him.

“I was lookin’ at some more art of yours. You truly got some talent, Y/N.” Arthur admitted, his eyes not leaving your frame as you were getting up from your cozy bed.

“Thank you, Arthur.” You smiled, walking to him. While passing him, you placed your hand on his shoulder in an affectionate way, lightly squeezing the muscle underneath his shirt. It felt natural to do so. You felt comfortable around him to nap, so where is the harm in a little touch? However, you sensed his body tense up somewhat once he felt your skin on his clothes.

Once leaving the cabin, you took a seat again on the chair across from Hamish’s rocking chair. Hamish himself was at the fireplace near the horses, cooking the fish he caught earlier with Arthur. Speaking of, he sat right next to you, following your gaze towards Hamish.

“Arthur?”

“Hm?”

“Who are you?”

…………………………………………..

Donner Falls had to be one of your favorite things to paint. The way the sun rays would turn the water colorful was fascinating. It was also enjoyable to use all those colors on the canvas. Waterfall paintings would sell extremely well, too. This was a win for your fun and your pockets.

“There ya are, girl.” Ah, yes, the familiar low and raspy voice of Arthur Morgan. Each time you would meet, you would get more excited. How could you not? This was the first man besides Hamish who seemed not only interested in your paintings, but in you as a person. “I missed ya at Hamish’s. He told me I’d find ya here.”

“You know, Arthur- I have a feeling that you’re not visiting Hamish to hunt, but that you’re using that as an excuse just to see me.” You smirk, eyes roaming all over the tall male who was walking painfully slow towards you.

Once he was close enough, he crouched next to your wooden stool, making him basically be on eye level with you. “Maybe I am, maybe I ain’t.” He knew what the answer was. As it may be, he was just not ready to admit it to himself. Arthur did not see himself as a good man. Finding himself be attracted to a woman who was obviously younger, did not help. He could not do that to you, or himself. For him, he was just an old man whose path was already paved.

Both of you were captivated in each others eyes while love songs of the bird filled the air. The dominant crashing noise of the water seemed to have faded. The mutual attraction was no secret, yet hiding it was the only appropriate thing to do.

“How come ya still haven’t put an animal there. Paint a deer or somethin’.” He proposed, pointing to an empty grass patch area on the canvas.

You placed a finger on top of his own, moving it down so it would not be near the painting. “I told you, Arthur, I struggle with those. Can never seem to get the proportions right.”

“I can help ya.” He dug into his pocket, pulling out a pen. “Lemme sketch it. You paint on top.” And so he did. With careful movement of his wrist, he lightly roamed over the canvas, attentive to not overshadow so you could paint over it with ease. It was quick, yet perfectly accurate.

“How did you do that?” You asked, excitement filling your voice.

Arthur put down the pen on the ground, looking back at you to create eye contact once again. “Just practice, darlin’. I could teach ya,”

You nodded and bit your lip, attempting to hide a big smile that was plastered on your face.

Arthur smiled, yet looked away as a response, admiring the landscape in front of him. You however, were still staring at him. Many questions roamed in your head. He still had not told you what exactly he did for a living, where he stayed or where he was from. But even more, there were thoughts you struggled to push away. Maybe you did not even want to push them away. Maybe they were there for a reason. And perhaps, exploring those was the way to deal with them.

- 🍯

[daaydreamy]

trembling still vol. 2

summary: harry and y/n try something new. 

warnings: coarse language, smut, rimming (m receiving)

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“What are you doing?”

Harry moved his head from where it was peeking out from the duvet he had pulled up all the way to his neck to look at Y/N, who was standing near the door as she was taking her clothes off. She was chuckling still as she took her clothes from the floor and tossed them to the chair on the other side of the room, sitting next to Harry’s completely covered body on the bed as she waited for a response, her head cocked to the side a little with an amused smile on her face. 

“I’m just, you know… a little nervous.” Harry shrugged and turned over, lying on his back instead of on his stomach, the duvet still pulled up all the way over his body despite him being pretty naked underneath it. He had been nervous since yesterday, actually, the day he asked her to try out this new… thing with him. He was pretty okay when she wasn’t in the room, but now that she was… his heart was definitely beating faster than it was before and it felt like it was slowly sinking further and further down his chest.

Yesterday…

“Rimming? Is that what you said? I literally cannot hear you, H.”

Harry’s cheeks grew even hotter and he cleared his throat, shaking his head subtly even though he shouldn’t have because, yes, rimming was what he definitely said. He was just so nervous! So many questions were now flying through his head, the same ones he had come up with moments before the words came out of his mouth. What if she was weirded out now? What if she was too weirded out now?  What if she was so weirded out that she would figure that Harry was into other weird things which would result in her leaving him because things were just too weird?

“So… it’s not what you said? What did you say?” Y/N had put all of her attention on him, her phone now lying on her lap where she had been scrolling on Pinterest for a little while, adding pins to her boards and whatnot, which was worse for Harry because now she was looking at his very hot face that he couldn’t seem to cool down whatsoever. 

“You know what? Nevermind, it’s fine, it’s nothing.” He gave her a tight-lipped, polite smile to hopefully end the conversation, making Y/N chuckle from how strange and awkward he was being. 

“Harry, you know I’m always open to try new things with you. Sexual or not, I’m open to anything. Have to trust me on this one, H.” She had shuffled closer and brought a hand up to poke one of his dimples after speaking, resting her head against the soft cushions of the couch. “So c’mon, what is it? I won’t judge, I won’t ever.” She reassured once more and grasped Harry’s hand, running her thumb over his knuckles as she awaited his reply. 

The reason Harry had wanted to try rimming anyway was simply because he was watching some porn when Y/N was away on a business trip for two weeks and Harry was left all alone in their home, missing her presence and touch. He just accidentally stumbled upon a video about rimming and got curious so he watched it, watching the man groan and whine and whimper as the woman behind him licked into him, sometimes moaning against him purely because of the sounds the man was letting out. The video ended with Harry’s hand over his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut, and his toes curling so deliciously. 

The thought of him and Y/N in those positions hadn’t left his mind since.

“I wanna try it.” Harry said with more clarity, clearing his throat before clarifying what he was talking about even further. “Rimming–I mean. It’s fine if you don’t want to, obviously, I wouldn’t wanna force you or any-”

“You want me to eat you out?”

Harry parted his lips, a little surprised from her bluntness, despite it being nothing really that new.

“Yeah.” Harry replied quietly. “Is that okay?”

“Sure, yeah, we can try that.” She shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. “Tomorrow?”

Present time.

“Well, don’t be. It’ll be fun, yeah? And it’ll feel great, I promise.” Y/N chuckled, now sitting next to him on the bed. She slowly pulled the duvet over Harry’s body down until his entire torso was exposed to the cool air of their bedroom, goosebumps rising from his skin. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, glancing up at his face that was now more flushed than before, her lips tugging up at the corners a little as she maneuvered to straddle him, her knees digging into the spots beside Harry’s. She mouthed at the part she kissed for a moment before letting the kisses trail down, sometimes darting her tongue out to see Harry shiver. 

“Just relax.” She mumbled against his skin, throwing the duvet away to the other side of the bed so she could see all of Harry, lips parting in surprise when she saw the delicate lacy white panties he had on, sneaking a finger under it to pull it back and snap it back against his skin, making Harry whimper and shift his hips away from her, as if he was embarrassed and didn’t want her to see. 

“S-sorry, I wanted to try them on and-”

“You look so pretty.”

Harry hadn’t even realized he was already gripping the sheets, loosening his grip as he looked up at her, gasping wetly as he felt her hand palming against him. 

“So are they okay?”

“Jesus, more than.” She chuckled, pulling them down his thighs gently. Harry’s eyes fell shut and he felt more at ease now, his heart rate slowing down as he tried his best to relax because he was just so tense. Had been since yesterday. 

“Can’t believe you’re wearing these…” She murmured, wrapping a wet hand around his cock and giving him a few slow strokes, listening to Harry moan softly and shift a little. She kept up with that for a little while, teasing Harry by never going faster, staying gentle and slow to have him wanting more. She would lean down and mouth at his neck, paying extra attention to the special spots he liked and leaving a few marks, uttering filthy things that had Harry blushing furiously. 

“Can you turn over?” She mumbled against his cheek before she sat back up against Harry’s thighs. “I wanna… I wanna see you.”

At first, Harry was a little confused. She could see him, but nevertheless, he shifted over so he was on his hands and knees, burying his flushed into the pillow beneath him. His forearms were supporting his weight and all he could feel was Y/N pulling the panties back up, feeling them snap against his hips. God, she was purely just admiring him, groping at his ass greedily and leaving bite marks against the soft flesh. 

“You’re horrible.” She mumbled jokingly against Harry’s skin before she pulled the panties down until they fell against the backs of his knees, and finally…

“O-oh, fuck.” Harry had lifted himself up from the bed, gasping and moaning from surprise when he felt her wet tongue against him, allowing himself to slowly go back down and leaning into it, sighing from pleasure and finally getting what he had been wanting for so long. He felt Y/N’s hand glide up his back, before she moved it back down slowly whilst pushing down as well, encouraging him to arch his back further and to push back against her. 

“Fuck.” Harry breathed out, gulping. He couldn’t spread his legs because the panties were in the way and were restricting him, only able to arch his back and just indulge. His hands were gripping the pillow tightly, sometimes muffling his loud noises against them. It felt so weirdly good and he couldn’t get enough of it, unable to stop himself from mumbling “more, more” and resisting the urge to touch himself because he wanted it to last. 

“See?” Y/N murmured after pulling away for a second, groping at Harry’s ass and lightly digging her nails into his flesh, “It does feel good, doesn’t it?” A smile was playing on her lips and she reached around his thigh to get a hand around his cock, causing him to groan and bury his face into the pillow again, making Y/N ‘tsk’.

“Don’t hide your moans.” She said softly as she was leaning back down, “They’re what I like best.”

“Fuck, I’m- I’m close.” Harry moved the pillow out of the way and put it beside him, resting his forehead against his forearms instead, eyes closed and toes curled. 

a/n: finally, here it is! the longer version of trembling still! i hope it was okay and more fulfilling than the first version, feedback is always appreciated! love you thank you so much for reading!! 🫂💋

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[mikeysw1fey]

one with the floor

request linked here:)

pairing: amber freeman x female reader

warnings: vomit, drinking

a/n: i think i’m going to start increasing the length of my fics cause they are quite short. so yay :) also enjoy.

“Please tell me Ambers not gonna be there.” I whine, head falling against the dashboard of the car as Sam drives Tara and I to Chad and Mindys birthday party.

“She’s our friend. Of course she’s gonna be there.” Tara laughs leaning through the front seats to pat my shoulder.

“Fuck.” I mumble.

Amber has been our my best friend since I was nine. And since I was 14 I knew that those platonic feelings that you have for a friend had doubled into feelings I didn’t even know I could feel for women. Now I’m 17 and desperately in love with my best friend.

Sam stops the car outside a house playing music so loud we could hear it through the vehicle walls. “Don’t get too drunk. And stick together or I swear I’ll murder both of you.” Sam points fingers at both of us, murderous glares sent our way as she speaks.

I roll my eyes at my sisters dramatics. “Yes mum.” I mock before squealing and escaping from the car as Sam reaches out to slap my shoulder. Tara waits for me on the kerb having already rolled her own eyes at our sister.

“Bye.” The two of us wave at the overprotective brunette before heading inside in search of the birthday duo.

“Mindy.” I scream. The girl in question spins at the sound of my voice, feet barely touching the floor as she leaps into my arms, legs wrapped around my waist.

“Girl, I’m 18. Eight- fucking- teen.” She squeals squeezing my cheeks. “I know.” I reply, slightly muffled as my cheeks are pressed together.

“Mindy leave her alone.”

“Amber.” Mindy rolls her eyes and lets me go, standing back on her own two feet as Amber walks over to me, arms crossed and a smirk placed on her face.

“You really know how to dress up don’t you.” Amber grins, her eyebrows raising as she scans my outfit which consists of a simple white corset and black skirt paired with almost knee high black boots and a leather jacket (don’t kill me it was the first thing that came up on pinterest) .

I thank Chad and Mindy for having LED lights in that moment, the purple hiding my flushed cheeks. “I won’t lie it took me a minute to figure it out.” I shrug and let my eyes travel down Ambers body, a pair of jeans and a tank top accentuating her curves perfectly. “Your beautiful.” I whisper breathily. Ambers eyebrows narrow. “I can’t hear you over the music. What?” She almost yells and my throat closes up at the realisation I had said that out loud.

“Oh nothing, I need a drink. I’ll be back.” I basically sprint away from the other girl leaving her with Mindy as I head to the bar.

…….

“Not gonna wish the birthday man a happy birthday?” A voice to my left says as I down my third shot of the night. Turning I smile sluggishly at Chad who opens his arms. “Chad.” I drag out his name slightly and hug him. “Happy birthday dude.” I sigh pulling back. “Have you seen your sister around?” He asks rather anxiously, his eyes darting around the room. “She’s not with a guy if that’s what your asking.” I raise my eyebrows suggestively and Chad chuckles. “Yeah, yeah it was. Anyway, made any progress on the Amber front?” He winks my way causing me to groan dramatically. “Chad Meeks Martin. Do not involve yourself in my love life. It is meaningless and unimportant.” I flail my arms around and groan again. Chad sucks in air through his teeth and nods slowly. “On that note I will leave you to wallow and look for your sister . Enjoy. And don’t drink too much I beg. Sams already on my case enough with the Tara situation.”

……..

“I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me, the start of nothin” I hum to myself, still sat at the bar in an attempt to push down all my feelings for a certain raven haired woman.

The urge to pee comes on strong. Stumbling to a standing position I purse my lips trying to remember my way around the twins house. “Toilet, toilet, toilet.” I repeat dragging a hand along the wall for balance as I all but crawl up the stairs.

Seeing the bathroom door I lift my hands off the wall and fist pump the air, a bad idea in hindsight as my foot doesn’t obey my brain, my body falling face first to the floor. “Fuck.” I mumble against the carpet simply remaining still with no energy to stand back up.

“I’m one with the floor.” I mutter finding comfort in my new mantra.

“Your one with the floor?” A familiar voice laughs, their body standing over mine. Glancing up I smile widely at my favourite raven haired girl.

“Amber.” I drag out her name as her eyebrows furrow at the sight of my face. “Holy fuck, did you fall over? Your bleeding.” She gushes bending down to take my face in her hands. “Maybe I did maybe I did not. What’s it to you woman?” I poke her in the cheek and attempt to sit up, regret coursing through me as my mouth fills with regurgitated alcohol.

Pushing myself away from Amber I throw up all over the floor next to me. “Your shit faced.” Amber sighs standing up and slapping herself in the forehead. “Sams gonna kill me. Fuck even Tara’s gonna kill me.” She mutters to herself.

I tilt my head at the woman and squint. “Amber. I think I’m ready to go home now.” I gag again but manage to keep it down as Amber crouches beside me and helps me up, her hands holding my waist firmly causing my breath to hitch which doesn’t unnoticed by the taller girl.

“I’m taking you back to mine, your not heading back to your sister like that. And I have to take care of your bleeding.” Amber chuckles slightly as she carefully helps me down the stairs.

“Look, it’s Tara. My sister. Tara hey. Tara.” I yell at Tara as Ambers hand tries to cover my mouth praying Tara didn’t hear a word.

“Amber please tell me that’s not my sister and that’s some creepy identical lookalike that is completely drunk out of their mind. And bleeding?? What the fuck?” Ambers prayers didn’t work as Tara stalks over to the two of us. “Sadly not. But it’s ok I’m gonna take her back to mine and fix her up. I’ll look after her I promise.” Amber reassures the shorter girl who bites her lip uncertainly. “God I’m too sober for this. Just make sure she’s ok.” Tara eventually sighs waving at me as I cheese at her and wiggle my fingers.

Amber nods gently pulling me towards the front door and walking me to her car. She pushes me into the passenger seat being sure to clip my belt in before brushing a strand of my hair out my face. “You do not know how much trouble you get me into do you?” She shakes her head, half her mouth pulled up in a smile as she walks to the other side of the car and begins to pull out the driveway.

“Your so pretty.” I sigh reaching for her hair as she begins the journey to her house. Amber gently grips my wrist and places it back in my lap. “Thank you. I find you extremely pretty too.” She smiles and glances at me quickly before returning her eyes to the road.

“So perfect.” I murmur reaching my hand back to touch her cheek. Amber chuckles and reaches for my hand again, this time intertwining our fingers and placing them in her lap. “Since you can’t stop fidgeting.” She smiles as my eyes widen, mouth agape and eyes flickering between our hands and her face. “Ok.” I manage to squeak.

Finally we pull into Ambers driveway, her hand dropping mine much to my dismay as she opens my car door and helps me out.

As we make it to her bedroom I yawn wanting nothing more than her bed. “Come on, I’ve got to get you cleaned up.” Amber whispers, her soft voice causing shivers to run down my spine.

“Yes ma’am. Whatever you say.” I slur swaying back and forth as she sits me on the edge of her bed.

Amber disappears into the bathroom quickly before returning with a wet cloth and tissues. “Do you mind if I-“ She trails off, her eyes meeting mine as her hand comes up to cup my cheek. “I definitely do not mind.” I whisper and Amber cringes. “You also need to clean your teeth.” She laughs whilst dabbing my forehead to clean the blood.

It doesn’t take long to wipe up the dried blood, the wound on my forehead not major but I won’t deny missing Ambers soft fingers on my chin as she pulls away. “I’m gonna get you some clothes while you clean your teeth ok? Can you do that by yourself?” Amber whispers still crouched in between my legs at the end of the bed. I nod slowly and stand up at the same time as Amber, our faces inches away from one another.

My eyes disobey my brain, flickering down to her lips and watching her tongue run over them. I gaze back into her eyes trying to find any sense of discomfort or disgust but instead lust and want circle inside them.

“I should get your clothes.” Amber clears her throat and turns away, heading towards her wardrobe. Millions of thoughts rush through my mind as she rustles through her multitudes of clothing but I ignore them, instead heading into the bathroom and picking up the spare toothbrush that Amber keeps for me.

……..

Wearing Ambers hoodie and a pair of her shorts I clamber clumsily into her bed and collapse onto the pillows with a sigh.

Amber chuckles from beside me. “I hope you have a hangover tomorrow.” She teases reaching out to play with a strand of my hair. I shuffle underneath the blankets and lay on my side facing the other girl.

“I hope you fall off the bed in your sleep.” I retort with a yawn causing Amber to chuckle. My eyelids begin to grow heavy as exhaustion takes over, Ambers hands still gently twirling strands of my hair around her fingers.

In my exhausted haze I manage to reach up and place my hand over her own, her fingers halting in their movements as I tug on her hand.

“Closer.” I murmur and Amber obeys manoeuvring herself so our legs are basically intertwined.

I hum appreciatively not opening my eyes as my drunken confidence allows me to rest my head on her chest, Ambers heart beating much faster than a normal humans should be.

“Night. Don’t wake me up in the morning.” I breathe finally letting the exhaustion take over.

“I’ll do my best.” Amber replies placing a chaste kiss to my head.

“Goodnight.”

[girasollake]

bothering me | e.m.

gif not mine, got it from pinterest

pairing: eddie munson x reader (using ‘you’)

requested: yes

type: angst, pure angst

summary: eddie starts being distant from the reader, when you finally confront him, he explodes and tells you it’s because you’re too clingy

warnings: curse words, idk kinda toxic relationship vibes? 

a/n: i’m trying to stop using pronouns she/her and they/them in my works and just putting ‘you’ cause it’s suitable for every person, i hope you guys will like it!

word count: 1,127

‘Sooo… movies at my place tonight?’ You whispered into Eddie’s ear when you had finally found him next to his locker.

‘Sorry, I’m busy.’

‘With what?’

‘Stuff, (Y/n). I don’t have to tell you everything all the time.’

‘I know but I’m your partner and I thought that being in a relationship means telling each other what we’re doing.’ You looked down at your shoes. ‘Especially when we want to avoid a date.’ You mumbled quietly enough so he wouldn’t hear it.

‘I just can’t tonight. Maybe some other day, okay?’ He asked and turned his head towards you.

‘Yeah sure.’ A forced smile appeared on your lips.

You turned around to look at the school clock on the other side of the corridor.

‘The class starts soon, can you at least give me-‘ You turned to Eddie again but he wasn’t there anymore.’…a kiss..’

You sighed and started walking towards your classroom.

Did I do something?

Maybe he’s cheating on me?

Am I not good enough?

Every possibility for his behaviour circled in your head but the one that caused it. You were sitting in your desk, listening to the boring lecture about reptiles, with your pen scribbling some shapes on the back of your notebook. You started thinking about Eddie and without much thought you drew his portrait on another blank page. Smiling to yourself you signed it ‘for my pretty boy x’ and decided to throw it into his locker when the next break approached.

You were proud of that piece and thought that maybe it’ll show Eddie how much you think of him and he won’t be such a dick anymore. Because let’s be honest, leaving you alone at his locker without saying goodbye was rude, at least to you. When you threw your drawing into his locker you thought that maybe after he sees it he will come running to you, apologizing for being so distant. But he didn’t. You didn’t see him that day anymore and you came home in hopes of him calling and guess what? He didn’t call.

For the course of next week you’ve been trying your best to get his attention in every possible way. And every time he just brushed you off like you were nothing, he didn’t even mention anything about your drawing. After he hadn’t even looked at you on Friday you decided it was enough. So you stormed to his house as soon as you had finished your classes. Your fists were quickly hitting the door of his trailer. After a few seconds Eddie opened them for you.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asked confused.

‘I wanted to talk to you, can we do that?’

‘Sure.’ He mumbled and signals for you to come in.

‘What do you want to talk about?’ He sat down on his bed while he was looking at you intensely.

‘Your behaviour.’

‘What’s wrong with it?’ He huffed.

‘You’re distant.’

‘You’re imagining things, (Y/n).’ He chuckled and readjusted his sitting position.

‘Eddie, you’ve been avoiding me for the last week all the fucking time. I am definitely not imagining things. Especially after today, have you noticed you haven’t even looked at me today?’ Tears were filling up your eyes.

‘That’s bullshit, I am not avoiding you.’

‘But you are!’ You stepped closer to him. ‘Why? Do you have someone else?’

‘No, (Y/n/n). You know I don’t.’ He mumbled and closed his eyes.

‘They why are you doing this? Why are you behaving this way? Do you have problems at school?’

‘I don’t.’

‘Eddie for fucks sake, then why are you so-‘

‘Because of you!’ He stood up and faced you. ‘You are all over me, all the fucking time. And I know it’s a good thing but it’s bothering me. It’s bothering me a lot. It’s like you don’t have any friends beside me, you don’t even let me breathe (Y/n)! Wherever I go, you’re there. Whenever I have some quiet and peace, you show up!’

‘Isn’t that the point of a relationship?’ You sobbed.

‘No! Not when I can’t do shit without you! Not when you’re touching me all the time and breathing down my neck!’ He turned around and sat down on the bed again.

You were standing there in shock, scared to say something back to him. You didn’t think your love language could bother him. You showed your love through touch and through quality time, what was so wrong with it? And Eddie never complained, he always had told you how nice your cuddles were, how he loved holding your hand. Maybe it just became too much for him at one point? You wanted to tell him you’ll take things slowly and you won’t push. You still loved him and wanted to comfort him, make him feel better. You carefully sat down next to him, his hands were holding his hair on either side and he was looking down at his boots. You slowly put your arm around him in hopes to give him a loving hug and show him how much you care and that his outburst didn’t change anything. You thought he would accept your touch but you were wrong. He quickly pushed your hand away and looked straight into your eyes.

‘What have I just said?’ He snapped.

You looked down at your shoes feeling like a scolded puppy and then scooted over to the other side of the bed. You were both sitting in silence for what felt like eternity and when you finally stopped thinking about the argument you had, you stood up and walked over to his desk. You took a piece of paper and a pen and started writing your message. You thought it was the best way to tell him something without him getting even more mad at you, you didn’t want to risk saying something wrong. When you finished the note you made your way outside of his trailer and back to your home.

Meanwhile Eddie was still sitting on his bed, thinking if he did the right thing. He didn’t want to lose you, of course, but this was just too much and he exploded. He looked at his desk and stood up to see the note. He took it and small tears fell from his eyes.

I’m sorry Eddie,

I know that you probably hate me right now and I’m sorry that my actions made you angry. I didn’t know that all of this could bother you and I want you to help me understand, when you’re ready that is. Just call me or come over and we can talk this out in peace and even if you don’t want to be with me anymore, I’ll understand. I’m sorry again.

Love, (Y/n)

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[multi-fandomsfreak]

Just wanted to put this in your head..

Imagine this video:

But instead of Xenophanes simping for Needlemouse he's simping for demon reader.  😏

Xenophanes simping over demon reader

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

Thanks for feeding into my delusions lol. Really appreciate it. I already like Xeno enough and like to think he does this even though I know damn well he’ll probably do some stuff to me.

Also for now requests are closed. Mostly because it’s almost Christmas and I want to spend the time between now and then with my family. Anyways all aside hope you enjoy it reading this. ~J/Blaze

Pronouns: Not Mentioned

Warning: ⚠️ Obsessive/Possessive behaviour + Murder⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Xenophanes + Mentions of the EXE’s (Mostly Lord X and Fleetway)

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by komiplier on Twitter + Banner by 5macc13 on Pinterest

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- Let me tell you when this man simps for you, he simps for you hard. Although he doesn’t admit it, he really likes you. He likes having your company, he likes it when you join him in whatever he is doing it gives him more joy than doing the thing by himself. He’s kind of gotten attached to you. Both emotionally and quite literally. He’s always seen around you, kind of like a bodyguard constantly keeping you to himself. Not letting anyone near you and if someone needs to speak to you he’ll be there standing right next to you.

- He definitely gets made fun of due to how much he likes you, mostly Lord x and Fleetway though. Lord X is a smug little shit once he finds out about Xeno’s little obsession over you he’s teasing the hell out of him. Making slight passive aggressive comments about his love for you at him and when he calls him out on it Lord X acts like he didn’t say anything wrong. Fleetway on the other hand oh he’s not even trying to hide that he’s teasing Xeno. In fact he indulges in the reactions that Xeno gives off, seeing him act like a child denying their crush makes him laugh. Fleetway may have hinted that Xeno simps for you directly but quickly gets shut down.

- He can get a little possessive around you. Well a little is an understatement for someone like him but regardless possessive. He has to be around you regardless of the situation. Yes he’s fully aware that you are a demon yourself and that you can and have dealt with some disturbing shit as well as causing some disturbing shit but is that going to stop him from acting like this? Nope it won’t. I’d suggest getting comfortable with his possessiveness because it really is something.

- With him being possessive he’s also very obsessed over you and sometimes fawns over you. Not in public though he’s not getting more embarrassed by the others than he already does. Don’t get me wrong he does show his appreciation in his own way just don’t expect to see like an exaggerated reaction. In private though, he’s completely different. If you so much as give him a compliment as soon as he’s alone and he knows that he is alone he could feel himself becoming slightly giddy. It’s like a fan who got recognised by their favourite artist. He does tell himself to not get too into his emotions but at the same time he can’t help but feel this way you do or say anything positive towards him. A simple praise like ‘good job’ is enough to make him feel like this.

- That’s just the tame stuff he does, don’t even get me started on what else he might do. Considering what and who he is I doubt that he won’t murder someone who gets close to you. If someone even dares to look at you or show interest in you he’ll make sure that they learn something and leave you alone. If he’s feeling nice enough he might let them live, not fully intact but being able to recover but most of the time he isn’t. It’s even worse if the person talks shit about you. He’ll make it worse for them.

- You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, congrats. You can basically make him do anything you want. No matter how extreme it might seem or see if you tell him to do it he will. Everyone definitely notices this because he doesn’t do the same to them. If they need something from him or need him to do something they immediately go to you and ask him to do it. Some of them only do this when they have to because they understand that it can be annoying when you're constantly being told to do something for them but for some of the others they tell you to ask him to do some embarrassing stuff and he’ll do it no doubt.

- Overall, for some reason you don’t question his behaviour. You know that sometimes Xeno can have some moments and despite things listed above he can be fun to hang around so you don’t really pay much attention to what he does.

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[kaminocasey]

Sacred Woman (Part One)

Summary: You're the First Mate on the Meson Martinet, the ship that Sidon Ithano captains. A few years ago, you all accidentally found Kix, thinking he was the lost treasure of Count Dooku. Instead, you found an even better treasure. Now, you’re searching far and wide in the galaxy for the scientist who could possibly undo the progressive aging gene in Kix's DNA. You'll stop at nothing.

Pairing: Pirate!Kix x (fem) Pirate!Rader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Violence, Attempted SA, Blood, Angst, eventual Smut

WC: 3.3K

A/N: I've been working on this since APRIL. I'm so freaking excited about this story! Parts of this were inspired/used from "The Crimson Corsair and the Lost Treasure of Count Dooku" by Landry Q. Walker (Free on Kindle Unlimited). Photos found from Pinterest!

Sacred Woman Masterlist │ TAGLIST FORM │ Sacred Woman Playlist

“Look at this, Blitz… A pretty little thing… walking all alone down this dark alley.” A slimy voice purrs and you automatically start to grab your knife out of your boot. 

One of the guys chuckles, obviously underestimating you. His mistake. It’s been a while since you’ve fought someone, but only because you’ve been doing your best to keep out of trouble. 

“She thinks that’s going to do something.” The other guy smirks, glancing at your knife. 

Normally, you’d give a guy a warning. But with these guys… this could’ve been some other poor woman walking down this back alley, so you won’t feel too bad when you inevitably have to slit their throats. 

You wait for one of them to touch you. You wait for them to make the move… 

“Come on, sweetheart.” The first guy starts to touch your jacket.

That’s all you need. You strike first, grabbing his wrist and bending it back, making him gasp in pain. His buddy is taken aback and stumbles back, startled. Good. 

“You bitch.” The one in front of you, growls and you smirk, pulling your knife up under his chin, trailing it down to his Adam’s apple. 

His snarl quickly turns into trembling fear and he automatically starts begging for his life. They always do… Except his buddy starts to grab for a blaster tucked in his jacket and you quickly throw your knife into his wrist, making him cry out in pain. Sending your fist into the first guy’s right jaw, you knock him right out. He drops with a satisfying ‘thud’ and you quickly slide over to the other guy, grabbing your knife out of his wrist and he starts to run away, leaving his buddy behind with no problem. 

A set of footsteps brings your attention back the other way as you raise your knife, prepared for another fight. You’re met with a tall Delphidian holding one of his hands up in a surrendering manner, the other hand holding a red Kaleesh helmet. 

“What do you want?” You ask him, not tucking away your knife. 

He smiles, softly. “I’m Sidon Ithano, the Crimson Corsair.”

“Is that supposed to mean something?” You lean down and wipe the blade on the shirt of the guy who’s still out cold and then tuck it into your boot again before standing up. 

“I’m a pirate.”

“Okay. And?” You ask him, still staring at him.

“I saw those guys starting to attack you and then tried to come help. But you clearly had no problem on your own, there.” 

You shrug. “Did you need something?” 

“I could use some muscle like that on my crew.” He smiles. 

You let out a huff of a laugh, tilting your head. “You want me to join your pirate crew?” 

He nods. “You’re a Mandalorian, are you not?” 

You stare at him, harder. You’ve not called yourself that for a few years now. There weren’t many of you left. 

“Used to be… How could you tell?” You ask, placing your hands on your hips.

“From your fighting. It was a Mandalorian style I’ve not seen in a long time…” 

“Right…” 

“So, what do you say?” He asks. 

You walk past him. “No thanks.” 

Who the hell is this guy? The Crimson Corsair… why does that name sound so familiar? 

“Do you have another purpose here?” He asks you.

You stop, staring ahead. How could he see through you so well? You’ve been on this planet for a few months, temporarily living in a cheap hostel, doing bounty work on the side. Quite a life, you’ve made for yourself, right? Your family would be so proud… 

It wouldn’t kill you to start a new adventure. Or maybe it would. But either way, you can’t help but be curious. 

You turn around, staring at the tall pirate. “When do we leave?” 

Five Years Later… 

“What do you think?” Sidon’s modulated asks you as you both stand over a dead Trandoshan.

The crew is still up in the ship and as Sidon’s first mate, you’re next to him at all times. He doesn’t speak a lot, except to you. He trusts you to do most of the speaking on his behalf.

“Well, it doesn’t look good.” You joke. 

The planet you’re on isn’t necessarily First Order run… but there is a presence here. You’re supposed to be picking this guy up so he could take you to a scientist who you’ve been searching for for two years.

“Should we leave him, Captain?” You ask.

“Do you think someone is leaving us a message?” He wonders, aloud, ignoring your question. 

“Could be…” You shrug in agreement. 

“But from whom?” Sidon murmurs, kicking the guy over onto his back. “There are very few people who know who we’re looking for.”

His eyes are missing, leaving burnt crispy edges behind. Ew. 

The truth is there could be any number of people trying to “leave you a message”. You have a lot of friends, and you have a lot of enemies. So to narrow it down is next to impossible. 

“Tell me what you think.” Sidon tells you, turning back to face you. 

He glances past you at some of the crew peeking out the hatch. When they see him looking at them, they quickly make themselves busy. 

“I think we should leave him.” You answer. “We’ll find another way…” 

He nods, considering it for a moment… calculating… “We’ll leave him.” 

You start to head back up toward the hatch, Sidon only a step behind you. But you feel him pause, so you turn to look at him as he still stares at the body, deep in thought. After knowing the Captain for the last five years, you’re pretty well able to anticipate his moves and thoughts. It feels like you’ve known him your whole life. 

“What-” You start to ask, but all of a sudden, violent blaster fire is raining down on you.

You and your captain run toward the hatch, with you yelling into your comm to start the ship. Only seconds later, you hear the familiar sounds of boosters and engines starting up. Sidon pauses at the closing hatch toward the culprit of the blaster fire and more than likely also the dead Trandoshan. 

It’s always a trap, isn’t it?

“All hands to stations.” Your voice carries throughout the ship. “I repeat, all hands to stations. We are under attack.”

As you make your way through the Meson Martinet, up to the bridge, you run directly into your medic, Kix. Kix is a clone who once fought in the Clone Wars and got kidnapped by Separatists and held in cryo for 50 years. You and Sidon, and the rest of the crew found him a few years ago, thinking it was the lost treasure of Count Dooku. Turned out to be even better than treasure. Though you’d never admit that to anyone. You have a soft spot for the man. He’s also who you were doing all of this for. That Trandoshan was supposed to take you to a scientist who’s supposedly able to undo the progressive aging gene in Kix’s DNA, which once affected all clones.

“You alright?” He smirks. 

You nod. “Yep.” 

“You find the guy?” He asks, falling into step with you as you head toward the bridge again. 

“Yeah, but someone else got to him first apparently.” 

“Dead?”

“Yep.” You reply, popping the ‘p’ sound. 

He considers this as you get into the lift up to the bridge. “Well, we’ll figure it out.” 

“Always so positive.”

“Only because I believe in you.” He grins.

You ignore the warmth spreading through your veins and to your cheeks. 

Get it together, you’re under attack right now, you chide yourself internally. 

When the lift doors slide open, you nod to the medic and approach Sidon. 

“Get us out of here.” Sidon commands Parth. 

“Yes, sir.” He replies. 

The Meson Martinet lurches upwards toward the atmosphere, shaking slightly from taking fire. Yours and Sidon’s eyes remain forward out the windows, until you see the vast blackness of space.

“Hyperdrive. Now.” Sidon commands.

The ship pauses ever so slightly before shooting forwards into the dancing bright blues of hyperspace. You can feel everyone visibly relax once Sidon sits down in the captain’s seat. You stand next to him, looking down at him.

“Where to now?” You ask him.

He gently waves you off, to let him think. With a nod, you walk away to the deck command. 

“Reset the coordinates.” You tell the pilot, Parth, a young Rodian, but also one of the best pilots you’ve ever seen.

“Where for, ma’am?” He asks, quietly.

You glance back at the pondering captain, who still seems to be deep in thought, before giving Parth the new coordinates. It’s a quick split decision that you make. If Sidon decides that it was a waste of fuel, then fine. But for now, you know it’ll be a safe place to go. 

As you walk through the ship, you do your duties of inspecting things, checking the cargo, making sure people are doing what they’re supposed to be doing, helping out when you’re needed. You’ve been Sidon’s first mate for the last four years. It was a hard job at first, but now it all seems to come natural to you.

Kix smiles and says your name from the open door of the incredibly small makeshift medbay when you start to pass by. Stopping to lean in the doorway, you cross your arms with your own soft smile.

You’ll never forget the first time you and Kix locked eyes when he woke up from that cryo-cycle stasis pod. He looked so scared and confused. It made your heart hurt right away, even though you did your best to hide that fact. 

“You don’t understand!” He yelled, his voice breaking as he shoved Reveth, a red twi’lek. “I’m a medic, and I learned something… something horrible… Fives knew. He’s the one who figured it all out after Tup… and it got him killed. But I kept investigating. They said it was a virus…” 

You see out of the corner of your eye Sidon gesturing subtly to Squeaky, a large Gamorrean, who’s surprisingly kind and funny, and Pendewquell, a tall Ishi Tib man who’s been on the crew probably longer than you’ve been alive. The two guys start circling to either side of the poor clone. 

“A chip in our heads. In all the clones’ heads! And an order. A command to betray… kill… and it comes from the Chancellor!” 

Kix had grabbed Squeaky’s outstretched hand and flung him into Pendewquell. The effort is obviously too much for him though and makes him stagger a bit but he keeps talking, quicker this time. 

“The Seppies… captured me. Interrogated me to find out who else knew.” He seems to be sweating and shaking. He looks so sad, your heart is urging you to go to him. 

Finally his eyes land on you and he starts to slow down. 

“I… I never had a chance to tell anyone else what I learned. I didn’t know who I could trust… But I wouldn’t tell them anyway.”

You nod. You’re sure your face is mirroring the heartbreak in this man’s voice. His eyes never leave yours as he continues. 

“So they said… they said they were sending me to someone I couldn’t keep secrets from… To the Sith… the cold… the freezing, burning cold…” He slumps immediately to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. 

You rush to him, holding him up. His body still freezing cold, you take off your jacket and put it over him.

“Stasis poisoning,” Reveth tells you quietly. “He was trapped in there for too long.” 

“No…! I can still save them. Skywalker…” The clone mumbles intently. “Get me General Skywalker! He’ll help. We can save… save the Jedi… save the Republic!”

“What’s your ID, trooper?” Quiggold, a large nervous Gabdorin, asks him.

“CT-6116.” He coughs. “Kix. They call me… Kix… sir…” 

And with that, he slips into unconsciousness. Reveth hands you a breather to place over his face. 

Kix. You can already tell you’re going to do anything to help this man. No matter what. 

You’d barely made it out of that cruiser alive. A bunch of old super battle droids had powered up and then the ship had started to sink. You’d gone to escape in the escape pods but there had only been one and Sidon pushed everyone into it and then pushed the activation switch, which had launched the crew at a high velocity through the Sea of Sand back on Ponemah Terminal, away from the burning and sinking cruiser. 

You’d stayed nearby for three weeks, camping out, scared to leave Sidon behind if he’d somehow made it. You weren’t ready to be a captain yet. You’d only been a first mate for a year. But supplies had started to run low and a desert planet was a really bad place to be without food and water. 

Kix had recovered, physically. He was of course in deep shock over all the history lessons you’d gently given him. 

You hear your name behind you and find Kix, who was after two weeks out of cryo finally looking a lot better. 

At least, physically. He still woke up every night with nightmares, so you stayed nearby him at all times in case he needed you. Everyone would cast you knowing glances and Q even made the mistake of making a comment, but you threatened his life and he apologized and promised to mind his own damn business. 

“Are you alright?” You ask Kix. 

He smiles that heartbreaking smile and nods. He’s incredibly handsome. Probably the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. And since you aren’t the type to sleep around or fall in love, this revelation of how Kix is making you feel makes you nervous.

Reveth and Quiggold walk over to you, intent clear on their faces. Well, mostly on Reveth’s. Q just looks nervous as always. 

“What?” You cross your arms.

“He’s gone.” Reveth tells you. You know she means Sidon. “And we might as well have sunk with him. We’ve lost everything. We’re ruined.” 

“I know… I just…” You look at the massive indent of where the cruiser was three weeks ago. “One more week. I mean maybe-”

“Maybe what?” She demands, clearly agitated. “Maybe the captain somehow tamed the giant worm and rode it through an explosive desert of sand and lava? Is that what you’re hoping for?” 

You shrug. Theoretically, if anyone could do all of that, Sidon could. But… you know deep down there’s more than likely no chance and that it’d be best for the crew if you were to pack it in and start to head back to the Meson Martinet.

Except right as you start to tell everyone to pack it in, yours and everyone’s jaw drops. In the doorway, stands the Crimson Corsair. Sidon Ithano. His cloak is in tatters and his red helmet is in desperate need of a polish. But here he is right now in front of you… alive.

“H-how?” Quiggold asks, clearly at a loss of words.

Hell, so are you. You’re so happy, you could cry. 

Sidon waves away the questions and instead tosses a metal cube to Kix. 

“What is it?” You ask him.

He looks from you to the cube. “It’s… it’s a Separatist cruiser’s memory core.” Kix tells you. “These were designed to self-destruct. But this one… it must have malfunctioned.” 

He looks up at you. “This cube carries a complete map to every hidden droid factory ever built by the Separatists. Secret bases. Weapons warehouses. Everything.”

Reveth passes by and takes the cube, whistling appreciatively at it. “This would’ve been impossible to decode fifty years ago. Now? Easy. We track down those installations… that’s our ancient buried treasure! We’ll be rich!”Quiggold whistles. “And we just happen to have an expert in Clone Wars-era military installations and their security systems on hand. Welcome aboard, Kix.” 

Kix turns back to you and smiles, making your chest tighten at the sight. You smile softly back at him. If he wants to join the crew, you’d be happy to let him. But if he’d rather go on his own, then you’d have to be okay with that, too.

“Would you like to join the Meson Martinet, Kix?” You ask him, trying to keep the hopeful tone down.

He looks around at the rest of the crew before settling his back on your own. “I’d like that very much.”

You try to ignore the excitement stirring in your stomach and instead cast your smile toward the alive captain.

“How did you survive? The fire… the sand… the giant worm?” You ask him, unable to help the curiousness.

“You know better than that, love. I’m Sidon Ithano… I don’t die so easily.” 

“You busy?” Kix asks you. 

You glance down the empty durasteel hall and then back at Kix, going inside the medbay, shutting the door behind you and leaning against the door, crossing your arms again. 

“I’m sorry someone got to that Trandoshan guy before we could.” You murmur. 

Kix was already showing some slight aging. Maybe that of a man in his mid 30s. The lines in his forehead form a little more each year, and his beard makes him look a bit older. In a good way. Distinguished. Rugged. Handsome. 

The thought of finding this scientist when it could be too late… 

“I’m not upset.” Kix’s voice is softer than it should be. 

He should be upset.

“I am, though.” You look up from the floor, staring at him, coldly. 

He opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by Parth comm-ing you to come to the bridge. 

“On my way.” You keep eye contact with Kix as you speak into the small device. 

You and Kix stare at each other for another moment as his brown eyes bare into yours. With a sigh, you turn to go. 

“If…” He starts, making you pause. “If we don’t find this scientist… it won’t be the end of the world.” 

You turn to glare at him. Maybe not the end of the world… but it would be the end of yours… 

“You’ll need to move on-” He tells you, but you don’t let him finish because you walk away, back up to the bridge. 

How could he say such things? Although, it’s not like he knows how you feel. He doesn’t know how you’d tear apart the entire galaxy to find this scientist. He doesn’t know the things you’d do to give him a good, long, happy life. But you can show him. 

When you reach the bridge, Sidon beckons you forward to him. 

“Concordia?” His modulated voice asks, his head tilted ever so slightly. 

You don’t have to be able to see that he’s quirking an eyebrow at you, curiously. He’s basically been prepping you to be captain since you joined the crew. He always tells you what a great leader you’re going to make one day. So, he’s not questioning your choice per se. But he is curious as to why. You know that.

You shrug. “There’s someone that I think could help us.”

“Incoming aircraft, identify yourselves.” A familiar voice says, and you raise your eyebrows at Sidon, waiting for his final okay. 

He thinks for only a few seconds before nodding. You nod once to him before turning back toward Parth and his command deck. 

“Vil,” You say your brother’s name, letting them know you’re not a threat. “It’s me. I need help.” 

It’s quiet for a long moment. Too quiet for too long. When finally…

“Free to dock. Wait to be boarded.” 

“Copy.” You sigh, then look at your crew. “On your best behavior, everyone.” 

You can feel Sidon’s curious smirk as Parth lands the Meson Martinet. 

“Don’t give me that, right now.” You shake your head, amused. 

“Aye, Captain.” He murmurs, teasingly.

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The Mistletoe Scheme

Jungsu x reader

Warnings: a kiss, a tiny bit of jealousy, fluff

Word count: 2.4 k

Author's note: This is my first fic, so I'm sorry if it's not very good! I just think my boys (Xdinary Heroes) deserve more love on this platform so I'd like to start writing about them.

“Would it be weird to hang a mistletoe?” Your roommate, Chaewon, asks you. 

You’re setting up your shared apartment for a Christmas party you’re hosting later this evening. It became the norm for you two to host holiday events for your group of friends since your apartment is the largest and parties don’t disturb your neighbors. It’s also a way for you to feel a bit less homesick; your family back home too far away from you to spend time with you during the holidays. It’s not like you don’t want to make the trip, but your family is adamant you only spend the money to see them once a year, and that always falls on your father’s birthday. 

You’re currently laying out a Christmas themed charcuterie board you made that you stole from Pinterest. “I don’t think so,” you reply, lining the cheese up in a neat little line, “It’s not like anyone will actually pay attention to it unless Gunil is points it out, because you know he will.”

“Hey, you leave my boyfriend alone!”

You also invited more than just your friend group this year; some of your coworkers are joining for the festivities. Because of this, you also split up Secret Santa, so those who don’t know each other won’t have to get gifts for people they don’t know. 

For your friends, you pulled Hyeongjun out of the hat, and got him a very cozy looking sweater that you know he’ll love. For your coworkers, you pulled Felix, and you got him a new game for his console.

Chaewon hangs the mistletoe right above the entryway to the kitchen, figuring that was as good of a place as any, “I’ll try to steer Jungsu over here for you so you can finally confess,” she winks and you roll your eyes.

You have been friends with the six boys for years now, but recently you’ve developed a bit of a crush on the stronger of the bunch. Even though you’ve known each other for years, the revelation hit you like a truck a few months ago; you like Jungsu.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Chae, he wouldn’t want to kiss me anyway.”

Your roommate jumps down from the stool and it’s her turn to roll her eyes, “Oh please, the boy looks at you like he’d give you the universe.”

“You’re delusional.”

“And you’re oblivious!”

You’ve had this argument a few times, never believing your friend when she tells you that Jungsu likes you back. Why would he? He’s the sweetest, most caring person you’ve ever met, it’s only fitting that you’d develop feelings for him.

Which is exactly why you don’t believe her. If he’s liked you for as long as she says, why haven’t you noticed?

You look at your watch and back at your friend, “Come on, people will start arriving soon and we haven’t even put on our sweaters yet.”

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Two hours later, the party is in full swing, all of your guests mingling around, your coworkers and friends getting along very well just as you’d predicted. The Christmas tree lined with dozens of presents under its’ branches waiting to be opened. You’ve been bouncing around to everyone, trying to make sure you’re a welcoming host. 

You’ve glanced over at Jungsu more times than you’d like to admit. He’s been talking to Jiseok for awhile, animatedly telling a story you can’t hear. 

You try not to stare, trying to focus on the conversation with Yunjin, but his bright smile and his blinking excitement is too hard to tear your eyes away from. You shake your head, taking a sip of eggnog to refocus yourself.

Little did you know that Jungsu has been having the same difficulties as you.

Chaewon was completely right; he may have never stated it outwardly but Jungsu has been harboring a crush on you for a very long time. Not exactly since the start of your friend group forming, but pretty close. He admires the way you make time for everyone, making sure not to give half-hearted greetings and to give exceptional attention to everyone you speak with.

All of your friends are aware of his crush; it’s kind of hard not to notice his lovestruck eyes every time he sees you. The only person who’s blissfully unaware is the person of his affection; yourself. 

He sees you moving toward the snack table and quickly decides to join you, not having spoken to you yet.

You’ve decided you needed another glass of eggnog, wondering if you should’ve just spiked the bowl instead of leaving it nonalcoholic. Then maybe you could have the courage to confess just like Chaewon was trying to get you to.

“Is there something wrong with the eggnog?” You hear next to you, and repress the shiver you feel from the familiar voice.

You look over at Jungsu, confused, “What?”

He gives you a soft smile in return, gesturing toward the bowl, “You’ve just been staring at it for awhile.”

Your face starts to heat up, realizing you’ve been daydreaming about the confession you’ll never make, “Oh, uh I guess I was just lost in my head for a moment,” you return his shy smile, refilling your glass as you originally intended. 

Even though your massive crush on him should make it hard to talk to him, it’s always been smooth conversation between the two of you. You guys talk for awhile next to the snack table, both forgetting about the party around them for a moment. Gunil and Chaewon exchange knowing glances at each other, observing how completely engrossed you both are in your conversation. Gunil takes his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of you two, adding it to his photo album, “Two idiots in love”.

Chaewon chuckled at her boyfriend, “You know, one day they’re going to discover that little album of yours and go ballistic.”

Gunil shrugged with a smirk and Chaewon clapped her hands, announcing to the group, “Alright everyone! Time for Secret Santa. Y/n and I will hand out everyone’s gifts and we’ll open each one one by one.”

You smile at Jungsu, saddened that your conversation is ended so soon (even though it was really at least half an hour long), and go over to the tree with Chaewon, handing out the gifts. You and Chaewon decided not to put your names in the coworker pot so you two don’t get double the gifts, just to make it fair for everyone. Everyone gathers in the living room, and you both hand everyone their gifts before everyone settles down to start.

Chan got a loverboy hat from Kim Seungmin, Chaewon got Yunjin a new eyeshadow palette, and the gifts go on. Hyeongjun smiled brightly at his gift from you and you beamed, him easily guessing the gift was from you because of it. 

Felix excitedly told everyone how badly he wanted the game you got him since it released, and he guessed it was from Chan but when he found out it was you, he ran and jumped on you, giving you a big bear hug that you couldn’t help but laugh at. 

Jungsu silently stewed over the interaction. He knew you were close to your coworkers, but he didn’t think you were that close. He watched as Felix talked your ear off about the lore of the game, staying too close next to you for Jungsu’s comfort. 

Jiseok was next to his friend, watching him get jealous over the interaction between you and Felix. Jiseok smirked and nudged his shoulder, “You know,” he whispered, “If you just confessed, that could be you over there.”

Jungsu shoved his friend, tipping him over while Jiseok just laughs, knowing that he hit a bit of a nerve. Jungsu fiddled with the scarf he got from Kazuha, not wanting to watch you two any longer. 

“Y/n, it’s your turn,” You look up, noticing Oh Seungmin already opened his gift to your left. You smile at the gift in your lap, a small box wrapped with a bow. You take off the bow and rip off the wrapping paper, and take off the lid of the box. A small gasp leaves your lips, and you gently reach into the box. In it, a beautiful silver locket, the pendant shaped like a small vintage portrait broach. You open a locket to see small photos of your family on the inside. 

Your eyes start to water, missing your family but also feeling so loved from the gift in your hands. You look up, trying to find the eyes of whoever gave you the gift, but nobody seems to want to fess up. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly to no one, eyes back on the locket, tracing the edges with your fingertips. The rest of the party moves on to the next person, Eunchae, opening her gift, but you keep your focus on the locket. 

The rest of Secret Santa goes well, and you continue the party afterwards. You sit on your bay window cushion, with Felix next to you talking about his holiday plans, while you still stare at your locket. Whoever gave the necklace to you really knew you well, the face of the necklace being something you’ve always admired. Having pictures of your family as well, someone must’ve consulted Chaewon to get those. Maybe you should ask her about it.

Felix looks at you quizzically, noticing how you haven’t been as interactive during your conversation, “Y/n?”

You look up at him, guilt running across your features, “Oh, Felix I’m sorry, I haven’t been the greatest listener, huh?”

He just laughs at you, patting you on the shoulder, “You do seem a bit distracted. You know, I bet you’re hoping a certain someone gave you the necklace,” he whispers, wiggling his eyebrows.

You blush, looking back at the locket. Felix knows all about your crush on Jungsu, even though he just met the man tonight, he’s heard the name ‘Jungsu’ come from your lips more times than he can count. Even before you realized your crush. 

Jungsu sees you blushing with Felix and a frown adorns his face. He wants to be the reason you’re blushing right now, but he can’t work up the nerve to do anything about it. Oh Seungmin, Jiseok and Gunil are all around him, just telling him to go talk to you. He only finally does after seeing Felix touch your shoulder again, taking long strides over to you. 

Jungsu clears his throat, and you and Felix snap your heads toward him, “Um, do you mind if I talk to Y/n for a minute?”

You look at Felix and he gives you a wink, standing up, “No problem man, I’ll go get some cookies,” and Felix heads off. 

Jungsu takes his place, a bit of an awkward air around the two of you as you fiddle with the necklace in your hands. You both stay quiet for a beat, before Jungsu clears his throat again, “Do you like it?”

He gestures toward the necklace and you smile, nodding at him, “Very much so.”

He lets out a breath of air, like he was holding it in, “Good, good, it was hard to find.”

Your eyes go wide and you realize that Jungsu was your secret Santa, “You got this for me?”

He nods his head shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. Your face heats up a bit, your smile widening, “I love it, really I do.”

Jungsu gently takes the necklace from your hands, lifting it up, “May I?” he asks, offering to put it on you. You nod again, turning around for him to put it on you easier. His fingers brush against your neck as he brings it around, clasping it at the back. If you weren’t already blushing before, you definitely were now. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly, turning back around towards the man next to you. You two lock eyes, blushes on both of your faces and you don’t tear your eyes away from each other for a minute. That is, until you hear Gunil shout your name, and when you look at him, he’s pointing above you. 

You and Jungsu both look up, a mistletoe directly above the two of you. When the hell did that get there? Your eyes shoot lasers in Chaewon’s direction, and she puts her hands up in surrender, “Hey, did you really expect me to only hang one?”

Your eyes find Jungsu’s again, and you notice a bright red on his ears.

“I’m gonna kill her,” You mumble, and Jungsu awkwardly giggles at your tone. 

“C’mon, kiss!” Gunil shouts, causing everyone around to laugh.

“We don’t have to,” you whisper, not wanting Jungsu to feel pressured into anything he doesn’t want to do. 

Jungs licks his lips, his eyes looking anywhere but at you, “I mean, it’s not how I pictured our first kiss going… but I’m not opposed.”

“Pictured…? You’ve thought of kissing me before?” You’re not sure what to do, but you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

His cheeks get brighter, and he finally looks at you, “Ah, yeah… Sorry. I’ve kind of had a crush on you for a while…”

Before your brain can even react, you reach toward his face and pull him toward you, lips meeting for the first time in a passionate kiss. Cheers erupt around you, even someone shouting “Finally!” But all you can focus on is the soft lips on yours.

You break apart, too quickly for your liking, and you give a wide smile, “I’ve kind of had a crush on you for awhile too.”

There’s nothing more beautiful than the smile on Jungsu’s face, and you both laugh, a mix of disbelief at your mutual oblivion and embarrassment from the publicity of your first kiss. Your hands find each others, both giddy your feelings are returned. 

“Isn’t this where you’re supposed to ask me on a date now?” you ask mischeviously.

Jungsu laughs some more, “Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?” He asks you, that beautiful smile seemingly permanently fixed on his face. 

You kiss his cheek, matching his smile with your own, “I though you’d never ask.”

Gunil and Chaewon give each other a high five, happy that their little mistletoe scheme actually worked. Unbeknownst to you, Chaewon has a pocket full of mistletoes, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to arise, and boy did it. Gunil reaches for his phone to take another picture of you two, only to discover it’s not in his pocket. He finds out really quickly where it is, however, as he hears Jungsu shout, “Gunil, I’m going to kill you!”

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I hope it was okay enough to read for the holidays!

If anyone wants to know what the necklace would look like, I was inspired by this. Thank you for reading!

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I Don't Want Easy

This is a combination of an idea I had and this request!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!reader

Summary: When Tim leaves in the middle of the night, you don't know what happened. After you find out you're pregnant a few weeks later, you must decide whether you want to wait for the man who abandoned you or move on.

Warnings: angst, pregnancy (r is pregnant), discussions of divorce, brief mention of fainting and hospitals, mention of cheating, there is a fluffy ending with comfort I promise

Word Count: 2.0k+ words

A/N: I feel like this could have been better and longer, so I may continue it later!

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You’re used to being alone when you wake up. Today, though, feels different. The house is silent and there’s no sign of Tim.

Four hours before, Tim moved silently through the shadows of your home to gather his things. His Metro captain texted him an urgent SOS, a signal to go undercover. You know that Tim has been undercover before, but the current case requires a certain disconnection. Tim can’t tell anyone, not even you, his wife, that he is leaving or where he is going. Uttering a single word would jeopardize numerous lives, and despite Tim’s guilt about leaving you, the lingering idea of being the reason for the death of his fellow officers convinces him to stay quiet. Tim kisses your forehead and whispers an apology before he slips out, unsure when, or if, he will see you again.

As you walk through the house later, you notice some of Tim’s essential belongings are gone. There’s no note, no messages, and you feel a deepening sense of dread. Tim has been stressed lately, and you know that he can struggle to deal with his emotions. When you see that Tim’s go bag is gone, you know somehow that Tim is gone, and not just for the day. The sunrise illuminates your home and the absence of your husband… perhaps your new normal.

✯✯✯✯✯

Six weeks later, you’re pacing in your kitchen as Angela ends a phone call.

“Nothing,” she sighs. “No one in the division has heard from him since, uh, since he left you,” she tells you.

“I’m scared,” you admit quietly.

“Hey, no matter what happens, you’re not alone, okay?”

Angela pulls you close before hugging you. The timer on your phone chimes a moment later, and Angela nods before leading you back to the bathroom. A pregnancy test lies in wait, and you clutch Angela’s hand in one of yours as you flip it over.

“It’s positive,” you whisper.

“And?” Angela asks.

“I’m really happy, I think. But I also don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I can’t keep waiting for him, Angela.” “He may not be gone, not from you,” Angela soothes. “He’s disappeared suddenly before.”

“For a day, Angela! It’s been a month and a half. Tim isn’t coming back.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

You chew your bottom lip before asking, “Does Wesley know any good divorce lawyers?”

✯✯✯✯✯

Within a week, you have the papers to file for divorce on grounds of abandonment. Your lawyer is confident that if Tim can’t be found by the LAPD, he won’t contest the divorce. You, however, can’t seem to find the courage to sign the papers and return them. After another sleepless night worrying about Tim and what you’ll do without him, you call your lawyer and tell her you’ve changed your mind.

“Keep the papers, okay?” she says. “And if you change your mind and want to file them later, give me a call.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Four months later, your stomach is proudly showing your baby bump. The divorce papers are still sitting on your table, and you look at them every time you walk past them. Rubbing your hand over your growing bump, you wonder what happened to push Tim away so thoroughly and so suddenly. With your due date growing closer and your future on the line, you know that you need to file the papers, but you can’t.

Across town, Tim and three other Metro officers stumble into the station. They’ve been working nonstop, living in violent environments, and moving around so frequently that they often didn’t know where they were when they tried to sleep.

“There’s one more house to purge,” their captain says. “If we can hit it today, you can all go home and sleep easy.”

Tim sighs before leaving the station yet again. The case is closed by the end of the day, but Tim doesn’t know if he should or can go home. You’ve been alone for so long; Tim doesn’t even know if you are still his wife.

After checking into a nearby hotel, Tim gets comfortable for the first time in too long, but his thoughts keep drifting to you and the emptiness beside him.

You wake with a start as glass shatters. The sun is rising, and you rush into your closet to call 911. They promise that an officer is nearby and will arrive to help you soon. With your hands clutched protectively over your stomach, you wait for the familiar sound of sirens. Angela will insist that you stay with her until your house is secure once again. Your thoughts are ripped from Angela and her protectiveness as someone walks into your bedroom.

“LAPD!” an officer yells from the front door.

The man in your room rushes back out, and you hear the following commotion as he’s placed under arrest. Standing shakily, you try to calm down before you exit the closet.

“Bradford,” an officer says when he sees you.

Tim turns, and his shoulders drop, like he’s never been more relieved. When his eyes drop to your bump, however, the tension returns, and his eyes widen. You watch his fast-changing reaction, and when it meets your fear from the break-in and the stress of being pregnant alone, you feel like you may faint. As you extend an arm toward the wall to steady yourself, one of the other officers moves toward you and yells for the paramedics. When they enter, and push Tim back, he can’t look away from you and the small crowd separating him from you. Your hand isn’t visible from his position, but he looks down at his wedding ring and wonders if you still have one on, too.

“How far along are you?” a kind EMT asks.

“Uh, 17 weeks,” you answer.

Tim calculates quickly and realizes that you got pregnant just before he left. Or after. Because you are safe, though you agree to go to the hospital to get checked out, Tim leaves before you do to return to the station. He won’t admit that your reaction to seeing him again drove him away, not to anyone at the station. Your reaction causes him to think that you don’t want him around, and don’t need him, so Tim will stay gone.

“Tim!” Angela calls when he returns.

“Hey, Lopez. I need your help,” he replies.

“I heard the call over the radio. How much do you know?”

“More than I’m supposed to, I’m sure.”

“What are you going to do about it?” “Move out. Permanently.”

“What? Timothy, are you out of your mind? She needs you! She’s been miserable the past four months!” “Because of me! I made her miserable because I didn’t think I had another choice, and I won’t do it again. I have a choice now.”

“Tim, you have to go home and talk to her.”

“She has other people now, Angela.”

Angela stops quickly, and the look in Tim’s eyes saddens her.

“You don’t think you’re the father?”

“It’s been a long time since I left,” Tim says softly.

“She wouldn’t cheat on you.”

“I know that. But if she knew that I left her, and left me, too…”

“Go home and talk to her,” Angela demands. She knows the truth and knows that Tim needs to hear it. “Trust me for once.”

When you get back from the hospital, everything is a blur. You’re upset because someone broke into your house, emotional because of the pregnancy hormones, and confused about why Tim was here, acting like an ordinary patrol cop after disappearing for months. Everything hurts, inside and out, yet you don’t know how to deal with it without Tim.

Someone knocks on the door, and you assume one of your neighbors saw the police car drop you off and wants to check on you. You are incredibly wrong; you realize when you open the door and see Tim. He freezes with his hand poised to knock again.

The sight of you causes Tim to panic. He suddenly can’t find the words to say, because none of them seem good enough to explain himself and make you see that he still loves you. His sudden silence reads as disinterest, and his lack of comfort causes your emotional, stressed, confused body to react poorly. Your stomach flips and you leave the door open as you rush inside. Tim watches your face change before you run inside, and he doesn’t hesitate to follow after you.

Tim enters the bathroom beside you and gathers your hair in one of his hands as the other presses against your spine.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I got you. I’m not leaving this time.”

Your breaths grow shallow, and Tim pulls you close until you have both calmed down. Once your breaths begin to match his, Tim moves to see your face, and you ask him to take you to the kitchen for water. He agrees and keeps both hands on you as he helps you stand and leads you through your once-shared house. As you prepare a glass of ice water, Tim notices the papers on your table. He reads the names at the top and hates himself for waiting so long to try to talk to you; he should have come straight home and shown you what you mean to him.

“Do you- do you want me to sign these?” Tim asks as he raises the petition.

When you see him holding divorce papers, and offering to sign them because he thinks that you want him to, tears blur your eyes, and your water falls to the floor. Ice cubes and water spill across the kitchen floor, and you sink to your knees in the puddle to gather the broken pieces. It’s symbolic, and your tears multiply as you realize that your life is similarly spilled and broken.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tim calls as he enters. “Don’t.”

He lowers his hands to help you up, but you don’t move. Tim sits in the water beside you and waits for you to come to him. The moment your head hits his chest, your tears slow. Months without Tim didn’t change anything, you realize; nothing important, because he can still comfort you with a touch and cares about you and your safety.

“What are you doing here?” you ask against his shirt.

Tim sighs before telling you about the case. He doesn’t leave anything out, because you deserve the truth, but he doesn’t complain when you cling to him during his account of the most dangerous moments. He came home, and that’s what matters now, but you have something to explain to him, too.

“I didn’t sign the papers,” you admit. “Couldn’t. When I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t want to do it alone, but I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone but you. Tim, you could’ve come home the moment you returned.”

“No one would have blamed you for leaving. Anticipating it was better than being blindsided by it.”

“So, what now?” you ask.

Tim kisses your cheek, and you turn to look at him before giving him a proper welcome-home kiss.

“Now,” he says against your lips. He pulls back and continues, “Now, we start where we left off, and I do what I should have done four months ago.”

“What’s that?”

“Not leave. You, both of you, are never going to be alone again. I promise.”

You nod and move your hands over his shoulders to pull yourself closer. Your bump gets in the way, and Tim chuckles before murmuring that he’ll have to get used to that.

“Let’s go,” Tim says before lifting you from the wet floor. “Lopez is probably calling you.”

“Tim. This won’t be easy,” you say. “We both missed a lot.”

“I don’t want easy. I want to be married to you and learn to do it all together, no matter how long that takes. Anything you want, it’s done. You want room, say the word.”

“I don’t want room now.”

“Then let’s go catch up. Want me to order food?”

“That or cook in a wet kitchen.”

“What do you and the baby here want?”

“Daughter,” you interject. Tim hums in question and you smile before explaining, “We’re having a girl.”

[breezymichelle99]

Anything 4 U | Jax Teller

Summary: There’s not a single thing you wouldn’t do for Jax Teller, especially when it came down to life or death. You’d forever choose him.

Warnings: motorcycle club, mentions of blood, sex protected and unprotected, choking, orgasm denial, toxic relationship, cheating, mentions of going to jail, mentions of death, rival clubs, female receiving, lots of mentions of being bent over all surfaces (sorry not sorry) 😂 fingering, begging, dirty talk, secrets, lying, lots of regret, Jax being a dirty little tease always, cursing, aggressive angry Jax, voyeurism if you blink, possessive Jax, good girl kink, pinning for someone, unrequited love. (Please let me know if I’ve forgotten anything :) )

A|N: photos for moodboard all came from Pinterest. I love that you all enjoy :)

Dating Jax Teller could feel like an emotional rollercoaster sometimes. The ups and downs, twists and turns made it difficult, but you were quickly finding out there really wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do, any line you wouldn’t cross to protect this man that you loved.

Sons Of Anarchy MC, Charming, California: Jax Teller The Vice president. You, Y|N: The VPS old lady. It was love at first sight between the two of you and for the past two years you had been the one to finally tame the Famous Jackson Teller. A title you were very very proud of. When it came to club stuff, Jax for the most part knew how to keep himself out of trouble, there wasn’t a person in Charming he couldn’t sweet talk or a stack of money from the club that couldn’t buy someone’s silence, but this time, this time felt different.

“Someone ID’d Jax at the Mayan shoot out the other night, Hale’s booking him right now.” Chibs says, rounding up the guys for the table. Everyone knew the tip came from the Mayans. But that didn’t matter now they couldn’t let Jax get inside. You overhear the commotion and see the look in Juice’s eyes as you step from the bar. “What happened? Where’s Jax?” you question. Hearing the hushed whispers sent you instantly into panic mode. “Juice?” you question grabbing his arm, stopping him so he has to look you in the eyes.. Chibs looks at him. “She’s going to find out anyways, best be from us.” he says his accent rolls off his tongue.

You look at Juice again. The two of you had become pretty close friends over the last few years. “Someone ID’d Jax at the shootout the other night, Hale’s booking him right now.” he tells you, not really processing how it was even possible for them to just take him straight to Jail, with no evidence but that was typical Charming PD for you.. He can see the instant crazy in your eyes. “Don’t worry.” he says as he looks around to the rest of the club to back him up. “We will figure something out before he gets to County, no one will even know he was there.” Juice says doing his best to try and tell you they weren’t going to leave your man hanging.

Your heart felt like it was about to beat straight out of your chest. Your head is spinning, hands shaking.. You couldn’t breathe. They could not let him get to County, he would never make it out; not without someone on the inside and that took time to set up; time they didn’t have. “Hey Y|N” Juice calls your name. But fear and panic had taken over your body and you stood there frozen. “You can’t let them take him to County, he won't survive there alone.” you cry. Suddenly feeling the need to fall apart, even though that was not your style.  

“Hey hey!” Juice says. Chibs gets up from his seat and comes over to comfort you as well. “We aren’t going to let anything happen to him okay…We promise.” He says doing his best to reassure you with words he barely believed himself. “Let us work it out, go home, relax, we will get him out, he’ll be back in your bed before you can even miss his lips between those pretty little thighs., alright.” he winks at you as he sees the blush of pink dance across your cheeks. You process his words. “Please don’t let him down.” you whisper. You didn’t even care about the promise he was making to you, you wanted him to make that Promise to Jax. Everyone nods.  “Please.” you whisper as you leave them to figure out how to get your boyfriend out of this predicament he had gotten himself into.

You don’t leave though. You find a room in the club house, the room that used to belong to Jax; to single Jax. You smirk as you sit yourself down on the end of the bed. There were still some old pictures on the dresser. You grab one, tracing your fingers over it. You smile. It was of you and Jax, you hadn’t been dating that long when this picture of the two of you on his bike had been taken, but you knew even then how much you loved him, just how far you’d go to protect him. You sigh as you place the picture back on the dresser and close your eyes remembering all the fun times the two of you had had in this room, all the nights club members would come banging on the door telling you two to knock it off, so they could sleep. You never listened though, Jax would always manage to make you scream louder for him. That was before he bought you a house and you moved in together and now he makes you scream his name whenever he wants. You sat there reminiscing about the good ole days for what seemed like hours.

When you open the door to Jax’s old room to head home, you still hear them at the table arguing about what to do. You can’t sit around and think about old times any longer, you have to do something.. You slip out the back door of the auto shop and into your car. You had an Idea. it was a bad one, it was a dangerous one, and if anyone ever found out you shake the thoughts from your head because you didn’t want to think about that now.

You drive home. Slip into the shower. You change into the absolute shortest dress that you could find. You fix your hair and make-up, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, you smirk.. Hell if Jax had been home right now and you were wearing this out somewhere you knew you’d never make it and this teeny little dress would be pooled around your ankles and you’d be bent over some surface in your house before you could even think twice. You smile at the thought but you shake them from your head, you need to focus.. You had a mission.

Once you were primped to perfection you drove to the Charming Police station. Where you were hoping for a sit down with Chief Hale. Since taking over as Chief; David Hale had made it his mission to find anything he could on the Sons to finally put them behind bars, however that hadn’t been working out so well for him lately, so any little tip, it was no questions asked and straight to Jail. But there was one thing you were counting on tonight and that was his obsession with you. He’d always had a soft spot for you, always let his eyes linger on you a little too long when you were in the same room with him, always tried to find a way to put his hands on you in the most casual way, just to feel your skin under his fingertips and you were planning to take full advantage of that today.

“Hello David.” you say, sadness in your voice as you lean against the chief's door frame. “Hello Y|N, heard about Jax, I’m sorry.” He says as he gestures for you to have a seat. You hold back your scoff. He wasn’t the slightest bit sorry and you wanted nothing more than to smack the smug look off his face but you knew why you were here…To protect Jax. You refocused. He looks up from whatever paperwork he was working on, noticing for the first time how short your dress was, how perfectly red your beautiful lips were. How gorgeous you looked. He swallowed hard. “Is there uh something I can do for you?” he asks. You bite your lip. You couldn’t believe that you were doing this, but you weren’t surprised by what you would do for Jax. obviously you would do anything for him.

You stand from the chair where you were sitting opposite of Chief Hale, walking to the side of his desk sitting down on the edge. Your short dress riding up your tan thigh as you sit. You watch him lick his lips, his eyes quickly filling with desire for a girl he’s only dreamt of having. “David, we’ve always been friends right?” you whisper. Your voice is low and sensual. He swallows hard. “Ummm yeah, we have.” he stutters. You smile a wild devious smile knowing that your plan was working. You could hear his heart beating in his chest “I’d say we were pretty good friends.” he managed, finally finding his words as he watched you trace your lips slowly with your tongue.

“So, you’d say we were good enough friends that if I asked you for a favor you’d do it?” you say sliding your hand slowly down his thigh. His voice catches in his throat as he tries to speak. “What’s in it for me?” he asks, knowing that the favor had to do with Jax. “Well Chief, you give me what I want and I’ll give you something you’ve always wanted…” you pause for a second before you continue locking eyes with him. “Me.” you lean in whispering into his ear. His breathing was heavy as he stared at you for a second. “It’s simple Chief Hale, you let Jax walk, say he has an alibi, he was home with me all night, you can ask the neighbors. I don’t care what you say. He walks and I make it worth every one of your wildest fantasies about me.” you say as you lean in close enough to run your tongue across his lips. He shifts in his seat. But stays silent.

“This is a one time offer baby, the choice is yours.” you say standing from the edge of his desk getting ready to walk out the door. A quick firm hand grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks as you turn to walk away. “I’ll do it.” he says, desire for you burning wild in his eyes. You smirk. “Make the call, then I’m all yours, baby.” you grin. He knew deep down in his heart you’d never be his, you’d always belong to Jax but if for a moment you were he’d have to take it. He grabbed the phone and began to dial. “Yes this is Chief Hale, Charming PD. I’m Calling on behalf of Jax Teller, we need him to be released from holding as soon as possible.” there was a pause. “Yes I’m sure, he has an Alibi.” he says looking at you. “Thank you.” he says as he hangs up the phone. “He’s being processed out as we speak, he should be home before tonight.” David grinned. “He better be.” you say with a small wild grin as you straddle the good chief's lap in his desk chair and begin kissing him.

He was hard as steel beneath you. You never thought you would EVER have sex with any other man besides Jax at this point but this was business and you’d do whatever you had to do to keep him out of Jail and home buried deep inside you everynight. “Do you mind if I make a really quick call first?” you ask breathless under David’s perfect full lips. “Go right ahead but I'm not stopping, so you better keep it quick and quiet.” he grins. He was a man of action. You could respect that.

“Gemma.  It’s Y|N. I just heard from Chief Hale that Jax is getting out tonight. He’s been alibid, hasn’t even been processed yet.” you say trying to make this conversation move as quickly as possible before you moaned out loud on the phone. “Yes he’d like that I’ll be there to help with the details in a little while. See you soon.” you hang up the phone quickly slamming your hand down onto the desk. “Jesus Christ.” you moan biting your lip. “Hey I’ve only got one chance, I gotta make it good sweetheart.” he groaned.

Gemma set the party planning in motion, calling everyone and letting them know Jax was getting out. She didn’t know how but her son was coming home before anything bad could even happen.

You slide your hands up your thighs slowly making sure to make his time with you a time he would never forget.. He grabbed your wrist stopping you, wanting to do it himself you smirk. Letting him. You unbuckle his belt, sliding back into his lap after he slides a condom on.. Hell there were worse looking people you could've had to do. You grip his shoulders and chest, he grips your hips, maybe a little too tightly. You bite your lip trying to suppress your moan but you can’t and his name slips quietly from your lips. A grin crosses his mouth. You knew he thought he’d have one up on Jax Teller now, you knew nothing would make him happier than telling Jax right to his face that while he was rotting in jail, he was making his girl cum for him, but you knew Jax could never find out about this or you would both be dead.

You toss your head back. “Oh my god, yes!” you moan quietly. He’d make you cum saying his name. He watched as the words slipped past your perfectly parted red lips, with a moan he’d finish too. He smirked as he sat there just like that, soaking up every second of his prize. You knew he was proud of his conquest, But you’d hate to break it to him the whole time he was fucking you, you were thinking about Jax; all the ways he touched you, all the ways he could make you cum without thinking twice.

With that thought you got up off David’s lap, pulled down your dress, put your panties back on, David stood zipping up his pants and adjusting his uniform so there was no trace of your tryst other than the memory that would forever be burned into his mind of you coming with his name on your lips. He adjusted back in the chair trying not to get hard again from the thought alone. You lean down so you're face to face with him and he realizes that the sexy woman he had had before him, the one who would do anything to protect her family, even if it meant that she could be the one that destroyed it, had disappeared and had been replaced by the cold hearted, this was nothing more than a business deal, girlfriend of the SOA MC VP.  “No one and I mean no one, especially not Jax EVER finds out about this, you understand me?” you say. He knew the threat was real, he knew he’d never say a word, he’d never taint those images of you.

“You have my word.” he says with a gentle smile. You knew he’d take that secret with him to the grave, even if you were the one that had to put him there. You lean in kissing him softly once more. ‘Thank you David.” you whispered as you pulled your lips away from his. You leave the Chief's office without another word. You head directly home and into the shower once more. You had to get the feeling of his hands on your skin off of your body. You were filled with regret almost immediately. What have you done? You slide down the shower wall until you are sitting on the tiled floor, head in your hands, tears streaming down your face as the warm water washes over your trembling body, every trace of him swirling down the drain, scrubbing your skin until it is red. You needed Jax to get these memories out of your head, replace those foriegn touches with his own, feel him deep inside of you hitting all the just right spots that always made you beg him to cum. Soon he’d be back in your arms, in your bed, in you and this would all just be a really bad memory, a deal you had to make to keep Jax safe. You heard your phone ringing and you knew you had to get it together.

Gemma was calling to tell you that Chibs, Clay and Bobby had gone up to get Jax and that they should be home soon. You change into Jax’s favorite little sundress, the short blue one, redid your makeup perfectly; ready for him to mess up later. You smirk. As you grab your keys and head to the garage, where you knew everyone would be waiting for answers.

“Where did you go all day?” Juice asks as he walks up next to you as you sit on the table outside patiently waiting for Jax to get home. You look over at Juice and he can see in your eyes you’ve done something.  “Taking care of business.” you whisper. You didn’t make eye contact with him as you said it. He had noticed you’d been quiet since you got here. “Jax business?” he asked but he somehow already knew the answer. “You didn’t do anything stupid did you?” he asks again, eyes wide staring at you. You finally make eye contact with him. “Everything’s fine. I didnt do anything stupid and Jax is coming home, so let’s celebrate that alright.” you say not knowing if you even believed your own words, let alone if Juice would. “Jax will be here any minute now.” Opie says interrupting the intense moment between you and Juice.

A van pulled through the gates of Teller-Morrow. Jax was finally here. Any images of what happened earlier left your mind as you patiently waited for him to get out. Gemma stepped beside you, somehow knowing what you had done. She gave you a respectful nod. “Jax is gunna eat that little dress right up.” she smirks. You smile the first real smile since you stepped into the garage that afternoon. “Oh I'm hoping.” you chuckle. As you see Clay, Chibs, and Bobby get out of the van. Then there was Jax; like a blonde, blue eyed ray of sunshine. The golden boy had returned and he was looking right at you. You locked eyes with him and he made his way immediately to you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you passionately. You run your fingers through his long golden locks. He moans as you bite his lip.

“Hey, get a room you two!!” chibs shouts causing everyone to laugh as Jax shoots him an “I’ll kill you.” look. Jax pulled you in close to him once more. “Chief Hale told me that you alibied me for the shooting, you have no idea what that means to me baby.” he says in your ear, lips trail gently down your neck. You shiver at the mention of David’s name but you continue to push those thoughts from your mind. “It was nothing baby, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” you whisper back, praying to god you would never have to. All traces of Chief Hale are forgotten with a sigh as Jax’s lips find your neck and you are finally in your safe and happy place.  

As far as Jax or anyones else knew you told the police that on the night of the shooting Jax had been home with you in bed and that was all they needed to know. The Clubhouse was wild With Jax’s welcome home party. You sat in Jax’s lap snuggled in close his hands all over your body, as you innocently chatted with friends. “I’d like to make a toast.” Jax says standing, setting you down gently on the table. “To Y|N. without her I’d still be in lock up and you mother fuckers would still be sitting here with your dicks in your hands trying to figure out a plan to get me out.” he smiles down at you and you are instantly filled with butterflies. Everyone laughed. “To Y|N” everyone clapped and cheered as you blushed. Knowing you didn’t deserve a single second of this respect or recognition.

The night continued, everyone getting more and more rowdy as the minutes clicked by. Jax hadn’t taken his hands off you since he stepped out of that van. “You know how much I love this dress.” Jax whispers into your ear. You melt into him. “I know.” you breath breathlessly. You feel his hands sliding up your thigh. You sigh. You’re reminded of how effortlessly he could make you melt for him. “Why do you think I wore it?” you smirk up at him as his lips collide with yours. He gently bites your lip. A soft quiet moan left your lips and he knew that was his que to get you home. “Are you ready to go home baby?” he asks, his arms wrapped around you tightly now. He had only had one beer and though he appreciated the sentiment of this party he just really wanted to be home naked with you.  

You caressed his cheek with yours as he nuzzled into your neck. “Yeah baby I am.” you grinned. He took your hand and together you left Teller-Morrow, saying your goodbyes as you left. He handed you a helmet and you straddled his bike wrapping your arms around him tightly, enjoying the cool breeze through your hair. You stopped at a red light, Jax running his calloused hand up your thigh. “Jax.” you whisper, closing your eyes. You hear him chuckle as the light turns green and once again you speed off into the night headed in the direction of your house. It wasn’t long before you were idling in your driveway.  He took your hand helping you off his bike, then he scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder. “JAX!!” you squealed. Both of your laughter filled the hallway as you walked through the door. He gave your ass a good smack before setting you down. ‘No underwear, you dirty girl.” He stared down at you, with that smirk that meant nothing but trouble.. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and you were all his. Always. “Well I had to be ready for my man to get home.” you smirk up at him, running your fingers across his lips. He couldn’t stop the groan that left his lips.

He turned to lock the door but before he could turn back around, you had disappeared from his grasp. “Ohhhh Jackson.” you call to him from your shared bedroom. He smirks as he hears you giggling. He followed the sound. “Comin’ darlin.” you hear him call out from the hall. He turns into the bedroom, leaning against the door frame as he watches the scene unfolding in front of him. In that short moment you had slipped out of his favorite dress and into one of his SAMCRO shirts. Probably for the best since you knew he would ruin that pretty little dress the second he had the chance, ripping it from your body the instant he got his hands on you. And that would have been a shame because it really was his favorite. His body meets yours in seconds as he reaches for you, grabbing you and pulling you into his rock hard body. You giggle. “I love you, you know that. He whispers, his long fingers dancing across your face moving aside a piece of your long hair. You melt into his touch. “Oh I know it. You better.” you wink. His gaze is suddenly too intense; those gorgeous dangerous blue eyes darkened with lust. He slid his hand up your shirt. “Oh you know I do baby.” he says, allowing his fingers to caress you slowly.  A soft moan leaves your lips.

He slowly rubbed your clit at a teasingly slow agonizing pace. Making you beg for him; in a way that only Jax Teller could make you beg. “Jax” you moan, biting your lip so hard you make it bleed. He smirks, sucking your lips between his teeth. He hears the whimper catch in his mouth. He quickened his fingers leaving you breathless. Your body tightened around his fingers and he knew you were almost there. “That’s a girl darlin, cum for me.” his voice, a low breathy groan, was all you needed to do as you were told. He kissed your lips wildly devouring your pleasure filled moans. Pulling away slowly you watched as his fingers danced across his perfect lips, savoring your taste on his tongue.  

You pulled his shirt over his head, he had already slung his Kutte over the chair in the kitchen before he came to the bedroom, so that wasn’t an added obstacle to the plans he had for you tonight. You tossed the t-shirt to the floor and he stepped out of his jeans and boxers. You slide back on the bed patiently anticipating his body above yours. It only took a few seconds before his body was above yours fitting ever so perfectly with yours. He devours your lips like he hadn’t seen you in months. Your dark eyes met his. “I need you.” you whisper. He smirks. “Is that so, darlin?” he teases you. You lick your lips and you hear him groan. “Please baby.” you beg him, biting his collarbone. He moans. Now you smirk. He knew he would never win, he’d give you anything you wanted, anytime you wanted it but he still liked to pretend like he had a fighting chance.

He grabbed your thigh wrapping it around him as he gently slid into you. Your hips colliding with his. You gripped his back, shoulders, hair; anything you could get your hands on. Anything to feel him close, to erase those haunting memories. You call out his name, he moans biting your collarbone hard enough to leave a mark, his mark.  You wrap your legs around his waist pushing him deeper inside you, until the only thing you could feel was him. He rocked his hips harder, as he slammed in and out of you harder and faster every time making you arch your back off the mattress getting the just right angle to have you both begging to cum.

“Ohh God yes, Jax fuck please.” you call to him, your painted nails leaving scratch marks across his SAMCRO back tattoo, drawing blood as he’d make you cum for him. “MMM god yes.” you sigh savoring every shutter of your orgasm. Your pleasure filled gaze, little whimpers and sweet whispers sent him into his own wild orgasm as he’d cum hard inside of you. “MMM Fuck babe.” he groaned. For a moment he stayed just like that looking down into your gorgeous eyes as they flutter closed with pleasure, savoring the way he felt inside you, like it was his very first time with you. Moments later you were wrapped up in his arms. “I love you more than anything in this whole world.” he whispers as he kisses your lips gently, running his tongue over the little cut. You pull your lips away slowly.

“I promise not to tell the club.” you joke. He laughed and kissed you again. You snuggled into his chest and soon you were fast asleep. Perfectly happy and perfectly safe. Feeling better about the decision you had made, this choice had been necessary to get Jax back home, safe with you. As he lay there with you sound asleep in his arms. He felt lucky. He’d never ask you to lie for him, you’d known from day one what it meant to be with him but you never worried about what that would cost, you loved him regardless. His long fingers stroked your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he laid there with you in his arms, watching you sleep peacefully, safe in your arms he closed his eyes. Grateful he was sleeping with you in his bed and not sharing a cell with someone trying to kill him in county lock up.  He pulled you closer and fell asleep soundly. Safe.

You thought you were dreaming, the way everything felt so real as your eyes fluttered open you realize it was anything but a dream. “Jax '' you moan as you find your biker boyfriend between your legs. You reach between the sheets, pulling his blonde locks between your fingers, guiding him; not that he needed any help because honestly he was a magician with that tongue of his. “Fuck Jax, right there.” you moan arching your hips into him, he groans against your core, the vibration circling through your entire body making you cum on command for him. “Fuck babe you taste so fucking good in the god damn morning.” he groans as he makes sure to savor every second between your thighs. You smirk down at him as he kisses up your naked body, until his lips meet yours, and you taste yourself on his lips. You both groan. “Good Morning, babe.” he whispers into your lips. “Good Morning, indeed.” you smirk. That devious little grin crossed his lips as he rolled on top of you but like all good things do, your morning together came to a quick end as Jax’s phone began to ring. “Sorry babe, but I gotta go.” he says as he leans down to kiss you. You smile over at him as he gets up from your bed. You laugh. “What?” he asks as he looks over at you naked in bed, kicking himself for having to go to work. “At least one of us got off this morning.” you smirk, shrieking as he throws his pillow at you. “You know what babe, I’ll be back for mine don't you worry.” you hear him shout with a laugh from the kitchen. “I’ll be waiting.” you shout back. He returns to the bedroom one more time to get his last look of you naked and satisfied in his bed. “I Love you.” he says. You wink at him. “I love you too, Be safe and please dear god stay out of trouble.” you hear him laugh as the door closes behind him. “No promises babe.”

Months had passed since you had made a deal with the devil to protect Jax. Everything was going great. Chief Hale had ended his crusade to throw all of Samcro in lock up and throw away the key. He had even come around to helping the club out a few times. No one knowing the dark secret that he kept.  He did have to admit it was difficult to watch you with Jax, how in love with him you were, he’d give anything for that feeling. He knew all it would take was one little slip of the tongue, and the secret would be out, but he had made a promise to you and no matter how much it killed him to see you happy with Jax Teller, he kept his mouth shut. Everything was just the way it should be. Everyone happy, healthy and safe.

Until one day it all came crashing down. The secret had gotten out. Somehow.

Jax had been in a fight with a few guys from a rival club, he had won obviously. But one of them said something that just didn’t sit right with him. “At least my old lady didn’t have to Fuck the Police Chief to keep me out of jail. Good thing too cuz our boys would tear that pretty little whiteboy ass up.” he spits at Jax and they get on their bikes and ride away. This was the second time he had heard this little rumor and he thought it was time to confront you.

You hear the door slam shut. “Uh oh.” you think to yourself. “Y|N!!” Jax yells. “Shit.” you groan as you walk into the kitchen where he was standing, you immediately knew something was wrong. “What’s wrong?” you ask him. Stepping towards him but he steps away. Your heart breaks. He begins. “So baby, I heard something pretty interesting today.'' He says his arms crossed across his muscled chest, and you knew it was to keep him from beating the shit out of you. You swallow. Your heart is racing in your chest. “What did you hear?” you ask knowing you did NOT want to know the answer to that question. “A little birdie told me that you didn’t infact alibi me, but instead fucked Chief Hale to keep me out of jail, that true darlin?.” he growls as the words leave his lips, he can’t believe he’s even saying them. But he knew just by the look in your eyes, and the way you couldn’t even look at him. He knew the rumors were true. “Jax I didn’t know what else to do. I had to keep you..” before you can even finish your sentence he left slamming the door behind him, not even giving you a second to explain. He was furious. At himself, at you, at David fucking Hale especially. He had taken advantage of the situation, taken advantage of you and Jax wasn’t about to let him think he was going to get away with disrespecting him, disrespecting you.

You cried. How could they find out? How did he find out? David had promised he’d never speak a word of what the two of you had done that day, you couldn’t stop crying. Jax was headed straight to the police station. How could he have let this happen? How could he have put you in this position, made you have to make this decision. Chief Hale was leaving the station when Jax rode up. He barely stopped his bike before he was off of it.. “You son of a bitch, you took advantage of my girl!!!” Jax growled as he punched Chief Hale square in the jaw; once, twice, three times. He stopped leaving him there in the parking lot. “Jax wait, Y|N she only did it to protect you.” he called after him but his words fell on deaf ears as Jax had already gotten back on his bike and headed home to correct his little problem.

David tried to call you as he picked himself up off the concrete but your phone went straight to voicemail, he dialed again but no answer. He had no choice; he had to make sure Jax didn’t kill you. You were in the shower getting ready for a club dinner you weren’t even sure you were invited to anymore.

You hear the front door slam shut from the bathroom. “Jax?” you call out. You were joined almost immediately by him, the warm water from the shower dripping from both of your bodies. Anger was burning fiercely in his eyes. “I know the truth Y|N” he growls as he grabs you by the neck and slams you against the shower wall. “You are mine, no one else's.” he growled between his teeth before kissing you rough and hard. You moaned his name loud between his lips.  “Mmmm Jax.” you sigh quietly as you feel his long fingers between your thighs, his one hand still gripping your neck tightly.

He moved his fingers slowly, then faster, circling your clit just right, watching the faces you made beneath him. Suddenly he stopped right before you were about to cum. You can’t help but pout. He bites your lip. “Fuck.” you groan. He locks eyes with you, holding you still against the shower fall, his grip on your neck tightens. “Listen closely baby.” he growls. You swallow hard. “ I am the ONLY one that gets to make you cum, the only one that gets to be inside you, you understand me?” his voice is nothing but a growl again, you nod. He looked deep into your eyes, you held his gaze.

“Jax I am so sorry.” you whisper, giving into him. “I just wanted you to be safe and here with me, I didn’t know what else to do. I was at the club and they were just arguing and nothing was getting done. I just couldn’t sit around and wait for something to happen to you. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself Jax. I would do anything for you, to keep you safe. And even if I had to make a deal with the devil himself I would do it in a God damn second.” you whisper, looking past him so you don’t have to see the disappointment in his eyes.

With two fingers he tilted your chin back up so you were looking at him once again. “I never should have put you in the position to have to make that decision, and for that I'm sorry. I should be the one always protecting you.” he smiled that half little grin that always drives you wild. “It’s all over now baby.” he says, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You smile beneath him. “Come here baby.” you whisper with a wild grin on your lips, pulling your bodies together and kissing his lips wildly. you bite his bottom lip, he pushes you back against the shower wall. you reach between you stroking him. He moaned in your ear. “That’s it baby.” you grin at him. Watching as his head falls back as you work him slowly.

Finally having enough of you teasing him, he grabs your wrist slamming your body against the tiled shower wall. “If I'm gunna cum it’s inside that tight little pussy darlin.” he says licking his lips. You sigh immediately trying to spread your legs for him, he smirked. “That’s a Good girl.” “Jackson.” His name is nothing but a whisper on your lips as you feel him move inside of you. “Fuck.” he groans in your ear, slowly taking his time with you, making you remember just who you belong to. His face is buried in your chest, light bruises forming across your chest. Little bite marks on your collarbone. Making sure everyone who saw you would know you were his. Especially David Hale. he was gripping your thigh so tightly you knew you would have his handprint bruised there tomorrow. But you didn’t care. “Jesus Jackson, please, please let me cum.” you beg him resting your head against the shower wall, trying to catch your breath.. He shakes his head no. “Please baby, I'm sorry.” you whine. And you hear him chuckle. “Oh sweet girl, I know you are but I have to make sure you understand the consequences of your actions darlin.” he says at this point he has almost completely stopped. His long fingers dance over your clit, rubbing slow circles. “Fuck Jax.” you cry out his name. You were so close but he was hell bent on making you own your mistake, punishing you, by denying you the one thing you really wanted… Release.

After not being able to get you to pick up the phone David had driven all the way to yours and Jax’s house. The front door was open and his heart raced in his chest. He got out of his jeep and headed inside calling for you. No answer. He looked around as he cleared each room, gun drawn. He heard the shower on and headed to the bathroom, unsure of what he might find in there but as he rounded the corner, what he heard and what he saw was not at all what he expected. The bathroom door was wide open, he could see the steam from the shower filling the room. He called your name once again. But as he stepped into the bathroom he knew you couldn’t hear him. But at least he knew you were very much alive. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to walk away. He stood in the doorway and watched as Jax Pushed you up against the shower wall, gripping your neck tight, as you dug your nails into his wrist holding your neck, gripping tightly to his back with your other hand. He hadn’t thought he’d been standing there that long, until you looked over from beneath Jax but you didn’t stop, you didn’t give him away you locked eyes with him as Jax would finally let you cum.  He swallowed hard, unable to look away.

“Fuck, Jackson Nathaniel Teller.” you cry out. Your legs shaking, you can barely stand as Jax stills as he cums deep inside of you. Your name, a sweet moan on his perfect lips. . You Look away from Hale as he leaves. You smirk. You’d never tell Jax that he’d been there, seen the best part of the show, seen just how fucking good you and Jax are together, a little toxic but that was the fun of it all... you knew he had come to check on you, knew he had been worried that Jax would kill you now that he knew, he wasn’t the one that told your dirty little secret.. But who did?

Jax can’t bring himself to pull out of you just yet. He wants to savor this moment. Savor the way you feel wrapped around him. He’d had you a thousand times but something about this time, this moment needed to be cherished. “I fucking love you, you know that.” you groan. Your voice hoarse from screaming his name. “You know it meant nothing to me, he meant nothing to me, just a business deal baby.” you whisper running your fingers through Jax’s wet hair, his eyes locked with yours. “I know, baby. I just don’t want you to EVER have to make a decision like that again.” he says as he traces his long fingers over every bruise and bite mark on your body. You step out of the shower and he hands you a towel. You wrap it around the two of you. “I’d do anything for you, Jackson Nathaniel Teller, don’t you fucking forget that.” you say biting his shoulder. He groans. He looks at the time. Knowing he had a family dinner to get to but he could be late, you could be late, he had a few more orgasms to deny you before you were forgiven for your indiscretion.

You’d finally make it to the club dinner, completely exhausted but fully satisfied and definitely forgiven. You eventually found out there was a rat in the Charming Police department that had heard everything that had gone down with you and Chief Hale that night, who then sold the intel to the Mayans; who had planned to use the information against Jax and the Club but some low on the totem pole guys had gotten to him first. As for the Chief, though his eyes still lingered on you from time to time, he never said another word to Jax or to the club, he did his job and they never spoke about that day again. Though he thought about it from time to time, he’d let it die with his love for you, a woman strong enough to save a man who never deserved her.

The end.

[wishfulwithwine]

My (Husband)’s Back - Rooster

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female civilian wife reader

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR.

SONG: “My Boyfriend’s Back” by The Angels

Photo from Pinterest

He went away and you hung around

And bothered me, every night

And when I wouldn’t go with you

You said things that weren’t very nice

My boyfriend’s back and you’re going to be in trouble

You see him coming’ better cut out on the double

You been spreading lies that I was untrue

So look out now ‘cause he’s coming after you

Usually time flies when working at the Hard Deck with Penny. It was a fun time, working at the bar with someone who you thought of as another mother figure. The nights were always filled with laughs, and luckily this job wasn’t so serious that it ever had any stress. 

Except for rude gentlemen who couldn’t handle the word “no”.

You expected it, really, working at what could be basically considered a Naval bar. You grew up with a naval family, you knew first hand the egos that went along with being a Naval Officer. Top Gun graduates were a different breed altogether - the top naval pilots. You could almost recite their boasts of how they were selected to be at Top Gun because they were the best.

Some of them you wish you could just ban from the bar, but they were good customers.

“Hello gorgeous” 

Speaking of the devil…

“Hello Seresin. Your usual?” You asked, as politely as you could without showing your true emotions. You could feel the heat of his stare, racking up and down your body, as you finished another customer’s order. When you weren’t facing him, you rolled your eyes and shot a look to Penny who gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Yes, and a date with you?” He said, with a wink. You couldn’t help your eye roll here.

Lieutenant Jake Seresin wasn’t ugly in any case. No, he looked like a human Ken doll - blonde gelled hair, lean and muscular body, and a ridiculously flawless face. He was undoubtedly gorgeous, but his personality was absolutely shit. Uglier than rats in the sewer. 

“The answer is, yet again, no” You said, getting his beer and starting him a tab.

“Why not, babe? I know you feel the chemistry here. You can’t deny it any longer” He said, winking at you again, with a large smirk on his face. Taking a deep breath, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I have a husband, Seresin, or do you keep forgetting the ring on my finger?” You replied, before going to another customer to help them. 

“He’s not here. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him” He said, smirking widely, looking you over again, obviously staring longer on certain areas of your body.

“No, Seresin” You stated, annoyed and leaving to bring some drinks over to other’s tables, hoping he’d leave you alone. Unfortunately Jake Seresin was like a mosquito and wouldn’t go away. He just followed you, walking closely to you.

“I’m sure you’ve done it before when he was away. I can take all your sorrow away, make you scream in pleasure you’ll be coming to me even when your husband does come home” He said, and if you weren’t holding a tray of drinks, you didn’t think you’d be able to hold back from slapping him. 

He’s been gone for such a long time

Now he’s back and things’ll be fine

You’re gonna be sorry you were ever born

‘Cause he’s kind a big and he’s awful strong

You’re a big man now but he’ll cut you down to size

My boyfriend’s back he’s gonna save my reputation

If I were you I’d take a permanent vacation

Yeah, my boyfriend’s back

Look out now, yeah, my boyfriend’s back

I could see him coming’ so you better get a runnin’ alright now

My boyfriend’s back now

Know he’s comin’ after you because he knows I’ve been true now

All you heard was a whooshing sound and Jake was already on the floor before you could do anything. You looked down at the fallen man shocked, before looking behind you to see who was your knight in shining armor

“Bradley!” You all but shouted, putting the drinks down quickly, before jumping straight into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He brought his lips to yours quickly and roughly, his mustache tickling your lips in the best way. You smiled widely in the kiss before leaning your head apart to look at him. You remembered that this was a place of work, despite Penny being the most lenient boss you’ve ever had. 

“You’re home” You said, softly, hugging him tightly, trying to familiarize yourself again with his body after being away for so many months. 

“I wanted to surprise you, sweetheart. I missed you so much” Bradley said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Welcome back Rooster. If I was her husband, I’d never leave that woman alone” Hangman stated, and you felt Bradley’s body tense. You put your legs back on the floor, turning around to see Hangman getting back up from the floor, holding his nose.

“Fuck off Seresin” You said, all but holding your husband from beating the crap out of him.

“Take it outside gentlemen” Penny shouted.

“Your wife was so lonely without you, so I kept her company” Jake said, smirking widely as he tried to insinuate that I would ever cheat on Bradley. 

I didn’t even try to stop Bradley, as he just picked up Jake by the front of his collar, and hauled him outside, throwing him forcefully into the sand. 

“You even look at my wife again, you won’t be able to see any more” Bradley threatened, punching him a few times, before getting up and standing over him. Although not a fan of violence in any fashion, you were relieved your husband was home, and so when he came back to the bar, you gave him a big kiss before heading back around the bar to work. You grabbed some ice, putting it in a small bag before handing it to your husband to ice his knuckles.

“Oh no, go home Y/N! Your husband’s here. Seresin still have his tab open?” Penny asked, with a smirk on her face, as she watched Jake come back into the bar, going off to the side. You nodded, cocking your head to the side confused, as you got your bag and stuff ready to leave with Bradley.

Suddenly, you heard the bell ring, seeing Penny ring it loudly so she can gain everyone’s attention.

“For disrespecting a woman, my employee, drinks on Seresin” Penny shouted, as everyone in the bar cheered, the sound of clinking glasses drowning out the sound of Seresin’s groan. 

“Thank you Penny for looking after her while I was away” Bradley said, before we left the bar, as I snuggled into his side. She smiled at us.

“Any time, Rooster” She said, waving us out.

“You’re home” You said, still surprised as you both hopped into the Bronco you drove here. You assumed he took a cab here, as you had the car and you didn’t see your bike anywhere in the parking lot. Running a hand over his cheek, you gazed at his face, trying to memorize it. The months away from him were hard, and as soon as you got him home again, you did your best to commit everything about him to memory.

“I’m home, my sweet girl. I love you” Bradley said, reaching over with his right hand and squeezing your thigh and pulling you as close to him as he could, keeping his grip firm on your thigh.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever, hubby” You said, smiling widely, staring unabashedly at your husband. He caught your glance, chuckling as he gave your thigh another squeeze.

“Show me the way home, wifey” Bradley replied, a grin spreading on his face as he stole a quick kiss, speeding to our home. 

[icysab]

Hellooooooo. I hope your having a good day. I would like to request an Enhypen matchup please.

I am 17 and live in Canada. I’m an INFP Virgo as well.

I am 5’3 and 115 pbs with pale skin. I am white (all my family came from the UK) with shoulder length wavy brown hair and matching brown eyes. Not the most athletic but definitely will try to beat you at soccer, volleyball, badminton, and ice skating.

I really suck at writing about myself so sorry if this sucks. I am very introverted and have both anxiety and depression. I try not to bother people with my problems by bottling them up along with my emotions (king behaviour). I try to stay happy and positive for my friends and will support them with anything. My love language is words of affirmation and acts of service. I am the eldest sister so I know how to take the lead even if I don’t want to. I love writing creatively and psychology, I actually want to be a therapist when I’m older. My family says I’m “a sloth with a side of T-Rex”. I like to play video games in my down time and use daydreaming as a sort of coping mechanism. I’d like to think I’m pretty but I’ve only ever been complemented on my eyes, dimples, and thick long eyelashes. I take pride in helping people. I HATE loud sounds, yelling, and overly agressive people, im okay with teasing (that’s what I do with friends) but there is a line you should not cross. Apparently im smart? According to my friends at least.

Don’t really have an ideal type since I’ve never really been on a date, ever. I love the idea of back hugs and being the little spoon. Okay kinda specific but when they run up to you from behind, pick you up and spin you around (khytfdsegbjhj I need help). Don’t get me started on when their hand lightly rests on your waist. Would LOVE picnic dates, dancing in the rain, baking a cake, poking each other’s cheek, and late night convenience store runs. I honestly just want to feel loved and wanted. I feel like I’d be clingy and the kind of girlfriend to bite them (gently). I’m not one for big public displays of affection but wouldn’t mind holding hands. If they kiss my hand nose or forehead imma be a blushing mess. I’d say a good personality but they all have great personalities. I like someone who is protective but trusts me, you know. So they trust me not to flirt but if a guy won’t leave me alone he won’t be afraid to step in. You know those chaotic Pinterest photos, yeah I wanna recreate those. I hate taking photos of myself so it’d be sweet if he had a bunch.

Thank you so so much. I recently found you and I love all your stuff so far 💙💙💙.

i match you up with…

jay!!

i knew even before i finished reading your description that i had to match you up with jay. like??? you’d be so perfect for each other?? he’d 10000% do the little back hug picking you up thing you described :) and he would liiiive to make you blush by kissing your knuckles. like i can’t just everything about your description SCREAMS park jongseong to me!!

p.s. the blue hearts also made me think jay haha

[matchaelette]

GIF from pinterest

when exhausted jungkook is equal to a cranky jungkook but you’re just a simple girl

summary: idol!jk and oc!ash, established relationship, both ash and jungkook are working very hard and they’re exhausted to the point where it feels like they might drop dead soon. kook gets frustrated because ash won’t pay him enough attention but soon she ends up pampering his majesty’s ass anyways. also, there’s a backdrop on ash’s life; she is a musician and a part of iu’s band.

genre: pure fluff.

warning: none. go crazy children

word count: 4.5k

notes: I know I know, like, a part of iu’s band? isn’t that a bit too much? nah it’s not. I have enough reality chasing me irl, let me have my fun here. also, I hope ya’ll are doing okay. a new year comes with a lot of expectations and responsibilities so don’t be too hard on yourselves <3 happy 2024 peeps :D

“what. do you want. jeon jungkook.”

“ooh she used the full name, have I been a bad boy?”, the words tumble down your boyfriend’s lips with a dramatic flare, followed by a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, unfazed by the sheer force of your previous sentence, “what do you mean what do I want? attention and affection, of course.”

not that you’re counting, but what you assume to be the nineteenth sigh tonight, leaves your lips. your eyelids were so heavy that you doubted if even a fire in the building could wake you up. exhaustion tore at your limbs and you didn’t have the power to lift your eyelids to shoot a glare at your golden retriever boyfriend, let alone muster enough energy to face him and provide him... what did he say again? attention and affection.

you’ve been tirelessly working throughout the week, barely having time to eat or sleep. almost every day you’re coming back home at four in the morning, when jungkook is sound asleep, and leaving again in three hours, when he is yet to wake up. it’s the first time in quite a few days that you came home at a reasonable hour and were tangled in the bed with a very much awake jungkook. but as much as you want to entertain him, your body does not seem willing to cooperate.

you’re a musician, and boy when you pursued a music career, you never thought it could ever make you tired. music has been your love and your life since you could remember and a very fundamental part of your life. whether it was humming random strings of sounds while having your diaper changed as a baby (your parents’ word) or singing meaningless lyrics to any tune you heard when you started talking (again, your parents’ word), your love for music has always just grown. you’re now a full-blown musician, having the privilege to work with all the a-rated musicians of the world. you are pretty much a regular member of iu’s band— iu being the living legend of korea and the forever-long crush of jungkook’s life— but you still worked with other artists from time to time, sometimes as a producer, sometimes as a composer.

throughout your high school years, you developed a reputation as the person who would randomly start humming during examinations, writing lyrics on her exam papers, and always playing instruments or plainly singing in every single school function. and if that wasn’t a wake-up call, getting scouted as a musician through your personal instagram was certainly one. it happened right during the end of high school when you were preparing for uni, and the single event changed everything in your life. you were scouted by an agency called bighit, and they convinced you to audition, intriguing you enough to skip school one day and show up in a rusty building in the gangnam district of seoul with a guitar hanging on your shoulder. impressed by your skills, they signed you up as a trainee.

it was one of the best things that happened in your life.

ironically, it was also where you met your boyfriend for the first time.

saying your parents weren’t happy when you decided to completely backtrack from uni and focus solely on music would be an understatement. you were always an exceptional student— part of the reason your teachers would always overlook you humming in class or using your projects as a canvas for your musical colors— and were supposed to major in business studies as your parents’ wishes. while it was never something you hated— in fact, you always thought that you’d rather be a super successful businesswoman if you couldn’t be a musician— but having your first choice being handed to you on a silver platter, you'd be a fool not to take it. your parents were enraged, they cut you off from the family entirely, but you were nothing if not stubborn. determined to make it, alone if you have to, you've worked your ass off for all these years to get into the position you’re in now, a place where your name is gold-plated in the music industry.

but success was never truly your goal. your goal was to simply stay immersed in a world of music and you can’t help but take pride of how far all alone. but working like your life depended on it became sort of a habit, sometimes to the point where a singular musical note could make you groan. you don’t sing as much as you used to back in high school, instead, you use up all your time to compose music and play the guitars for iu.

said idol is supposed to be having a comeback very soon, somewhere your boyfriend’s bandmate was also going to star— kim taehyung— and so work has been extra draining lately, with everyone trying to master every single detail and point.

“kook, stoooop”, you whine, burying your face in the soft pillow, waterfalls of hair obscuring your vision as you make a feeble attempt to wriggle out of jungkook’s grasp. but he is relentless. he rolls his eyes and manhandles you back into his arms, causing you to let out a small yelp as your back presses against his chest.

jungkook, himself, was tired as hell. while you were coming back at four in the morning, he was coming back at three, working equally hard as you. jungkook is always driven by his passions and he never hesitates to work hard for it, but despite that fact, this week has been particularly challenging, especially with the pressure of working on his own solo album. the lack of food and sleep was almost getting to him, leaving him irritable to the point where he almost snapped at the choreographer. although he apologized quickly, he noticed that he was in the mood where people pick up fights for no reason. he decided to just come back home and get some rest before something else could provoke him, but when he discovered you were at home as well, he couldn’t help but get clingy. after all, you guys haven’t properly talked for weeks.

and he missed you.

“c’mon, I can’t even see your face”, jungkook props himself up on his elbow, his breath gently fanning your face.

“we’ve already established the fact i’m pretty. let me sleep, kook.”

“aren’t pretty faces meant to be looked at?”

jungkook furrows his brows when he gets no answer from you. he blinks furiously to keep his own exhaustion at bay and studies your face to see if you’ve already drifted off to sleep. your eyes are closed, and he can feel the steady rhythm of your heart inside the hoodie of his that you’re wearing. he can also sense you’re not asleep though. not yet anyway.

“babeee”, jungkook lets out a high-pitched whimper and immediately yelps when you elbow him in the ribs but he isn’t sure which one strikes a nerve, the elbow or the words that follow.

“dude, would you please let me sleep? I am tired as fuck and I have to wake up early”, you grit your teeth in clear annoyance, not even bothering to open your eyes, “unlike some people”

jungkook feels a twinge of guilt, but he can also feel a surge of a new emotion. anger? before he can fully comprehend what is going on, inconsiderate words escape his mouth.

“so am I. but you don't see me complaining all the time.”

your eyes fly open. before you can fully discern their meaning of jungkook’s words, he moves away from you, retreating completely to his side of the bed and putting as much space between your bodies as possible. you use your last fragments of remaining energy to prop yourself up into a half-seated position to face him, but jungkook has already turned his back on you.

“what is that supposed to mean?”

silence.

“jungkook, what the hell was that supposed to mean?”

“go to sleep, okay?”, his quiet voice makes you falter and you immediately understand that he is angry. though for what, you don’t quite understand.

“jungkook, i’m sleepy, okay? and—”

“then sleep! no one’s stopping you now.”

“but you’re mad at me for being tired! how is that fair? i’ve been working like crazy—”

“geez, sorry for being unfair, ash”, sarcasm drips from jungkook’s voice and you don’t like that in the slightest, “I also have to wake up early, earlier than you in fact, so please let me sleep.”

an uncomfortable silence follows his sentence.

“alright”, you sigh and drop it after staring at his back for a few seconds. you don’t want to get into an argument now, not when both of you are on the verge of collapsing, prone to say things you don’t mean at all. you’d rather sleep and deal with it in the morning when both of you are well rested and not running on two hours of sleep and a shit ton of caffeine.

it’s not always you get to see this side of jungkook. anyone who knows him knows that the boy is crafted from starry skies and honeyed galaxies alone, always smiling a bit too easily and lighting everyone around him as bright as the evening star.

however, every time you see a crack at his easy, carefree demeanor, you can’t help but feel a sense of helplessness within. jungkook doesn’t get irritated often and certainly not easily, but when he does, his behavior takes a different turn. he doesn’t shout or scream or take his anger out on inanimate objects as you tend to do. instead, he completely shuts himself out of the world. every curt answer feels like a form of silent treatment, every word spoken laces itself with sarcasm, always hitting where it hurts the most. even though he never takes his anger out on you, you don’t like seeing him like this.

if you knew he would react like this, you would have given a little more effort to remain awake in his company. jungkook may be childish but he rarely behaves like this. and you’re just a simple girl, hopelessly in love with the boy who has his back turned to you.

“goodnight”, you draw closer to him and drape an arm around his waist hesitantly. when he doesn’t stir or reply, a dejected sigh escapes your lips. nonetheless, you tenderly wrap the blanket around him and nestle your face at the nape of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of fresh linen and mint.

despite the fatigue draping your limbs, despite jungkook starting to softly snore within minutes, it takes you an entire hour to fall asleep.

you let out yet another groan as memories from last night come flooding back into your mind. it has been like that all day, the memories coming and going as they pleased, striking you with a sense of disappointment every time they do. jungkook was already gone when you woke up in the morning and despite knowing he had an early schedule, you couldn't help but feel downhearted.

you immediately checked your phone back then, hoping to find a message from him but much to your disappointment, there was none. both you and jungkook had quite hectic schedules, but it became an unspoken agreement in the house to update each other about your days ever since you moved in together. jungkook would always leave little neon post-its on the fridge with messages— reminder to eat something before you get coffee!!! and call me after you wake up, let’s get lunch together??? — whenever he left the house before you were up and vice versa. soon, the post-its turned into text messages because it was always easier in the rush of the mornings. jungkook would always wake up to texts from you— before you get mad, I did kiss you before leaving but you wouldn’t budge— and he would instantly call you to check if your schedules aligned and if he could pick you up after work.

but having no text from jungkook this morning could mean only one thing.

he is still mad.

despite being agitated because of your lack of basic human activities, you pushed aside those emotions and called him immediately. you got more worried when jungkook didn’t pick the phone up because you knew he wasn’t one to hold petty grudges. you reluctantly dragged yourself out of bed then, brushing and getting ready to face the day. now that you’ve had gained a few hours of rest, you realized how tired jungkook looked last night. you could almost hear the constant grumbles from his stomach that pointed out how hungry he was. But he kept saying that he didn’t have the energy to eat. you could see the swollen eyelids and the purple hue outlining it more clearly, how he walked unsteadily as if he was drunk.

jungkook called you back while you were on your way to work. you weren’t really surprised but it still dissipated some of your nerves. he explained that his phone was on silent and he didn’t see your call but his voice still sounded distant and his responses were short. he also mentioned that he might not come home tonight, hoping to squeeze in some extra practice hours.

he didn’t call you once for the rest of the day.

very un-jungkook of him.

and you were too busy to call him.

it is nearly midnight now. you find yourself inside your car, driving through the dimly lit streets of seoul. despite the hour, the city is bustling, alive with people and emotions. driving through the city always puts you at ease; you hated crowds but you loved observing people, the multitudes of emotions they go through every moment, making every one so much different than another but still intricately woven within love and life.

after the long day, you yearned for the warmth and comfort of your bed, considering skipping the shower part because that’s how drained you were. you didn’t eat anything all day, something that has become a routine now, save for the apple you grabbed while leaving the house in the morning. minus the seven-something cups of coffee.

yet you find yourself driving in the direction of the hybe studios.

you’re almost near the building when a sudden realization makes you click your tongue in annoyance. should have gotten some flowers. why did I not think of that before?

you park your car and make your way inside the extravagant building. the staff knew you well by now, both from your days as a trainee and your frequent visits to your boyfriend and his bandmates. you ascend to the top floor of the establishment, going straight toward one of the empty practice rooms jungkook loves to use whenever he is rehearsing on his own.

pushing the door open, you enter the room. the space is slightly dark, only illuminated with neon purple lights, ridiculously confirming your boyfriend’s presence to you. call it jungkook being jungkook, but your boyfriend hates harsh lights. you don’t doubt that he would happily reside in the darkness for the rest of his life if he was asked to.

you spot jungkook in the farthest corner of the room— hybe practice rooms are scarily huge— a blur of black sweats and bobbing hair, vigorously throwing hooks and uppercuts at the gray punching bag hanging in front of him. even from a distance you can see that he is completely absorbed in his own world, a side of him that you have come to know well over the years. this jungkook is full of energy and passion. this jungkook is the golden maknae of bts, putting his heart and soul into whatever he was working on, squeezing every last drop of capability, and surpassing every single one of his limits every minute. this is the boy who keeps on giving birth to beauty, elegance, and unparalleled talent.

you didn’t like to disrupt jungkook’s concentration when he was working so you decide to sit silently until he noticed your himself. however, concern washes over you when you see the lack of gloves in his hand. instead, his hands are wrapped with gauze and tape as he mercilessly throws jabs at the punching bag, and you can notice the blood seeping through the rips of the cloth around his knuckles.

“are you trying to piss me off on purpose?”, you hiss softly, walking towards him and putting your palm on his shoulder so as not to scare him. but jungkook yelps in shock anyways, bambi eyes wide and startled like a deer caught in front of headlights.

“ash?”

“why are you not wearing gloves?”, you take his hands into your own, flinching when you get a good look at it. his knuckles were visible through the torn cloth, red and angry, blood seeping through the gashes on his skin.

“sorry—”, jungkook throws you a sheepish glance, recovering from the initial shock, “—when did you come here? wait, why are you here?”

“to kick your ass”, you say, exasperated, “seriously jungkook, how hard is it to wear a glove? you just take the damn thing and squeeze your hand insi—”

“I did! but then it tore somehow”

you scowled.

“it’s true! look! I threw it on the ground when it ripped. it’s still there!”

“then don’t punch so hard!”

“but I have to train!”, jungkook pouted, hoping his cute facial expression would calm you down. you scowled more.

you huff, releasing his hands and making your way toward the line of closets in the back of the room. it’s where the first aid kits are usually kept. you know every practice room in the entire building has one or two of these because this is where most of the accidents happens. you can sense jungkook’s gaze following you but he remains mute.

getting what you need, you take a seat on the furnished floor and pat it, urging jungkook to do the same. he falls silent once again, any surprise from your unexpected arrival which urged him to talk normally wore off and the tension was back.

jungkook complies and sits down in front of you. he takes a good few seconds to stare at your outstretched palms before sighing in defeat and offering you his hands when he notices your enraged glare. He doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of your rage. and doesn’t matter he says, he would be lying if he said his hands didn’t throb from the pain.

you carefully remove the white gauges from his hands, wincing when more blood oozes out. looking at red cuts and bruises across his skin almost physically pains you, but jungkook stays completely silent, eyes drinking you in. he recalls being mad at you but he can’t quite recall the reason. it’s not because he can't remember now, especially with you here, tending to his wounds in such a delicate manner that you fear you would hurt him. as if something as gentle as your touch could ever cause him harm. not because you look like you were put on this earth to solely heal his hands. and not because you showed up here unannounced. because he genuinely can’t remember what made him so mad at you last night, literally out of thin air, and now he feels embarrassed at his own immaturity.

he just couldn’t figure out how to approach you after being a total jerk.

weird how humans tend to hurt the ones they love the most, almost always for no particular reason at all.

you finish your work wordlessly, putting band-aids around his knuckles and ointment on the cuts peppering his fingers. letting his hands fall onto his lap, you gather the bloodied materials from the floor and rise up to throw them in the waste paper box. jungkook follows your suit, standing up cluelessly.

“you’re gonna start throwing punches again?”

“hmm? uh no— I think I will practice the choreographies now”

“okay”, you sigh.

jungkook looks like hell, you realize. his messy hair is messier than usual, sticking out wildly at all angles, eyes droopy and rimmed with circles darker than you remember seeing last night. sweat glistened on his hunched figure tired from the physical exertion, soaking his sweatshirt.

you know you look just as worn out as him. you can feel it by the way he looks at you.

“uh so— are you gonna drive ho—”

“come with me.”

jungkook’s eyes widen as you wrap your arms around his torso, hiding your head on his chest. while a sweaty jungkook usually makes you giggle out a gross and maneuver far away, you hug him with gentle ardor, more so than usual.

you just want him to come home tonight.

“ash, sweetheart, i’m sweating”, jungkook tries to pry himself away from you but you just hold him tighter.

“don’t care. please come home.”

jungkook goes limp in your clutch for a few seconds before he’s softly hugging you back. of course, he would go home if you wanted him to, you didn’t need to ask him twice. who the heck is he to deny you? always a prisoner to your wishes, always prisoner to your love, and gladly so. how could he not? he rests his chin on your head and sways your body from side to side in a rhythm.

“okay”

“really?”

“really.”

the drive back home was short.

you drove, as jungkook was all out of it. he didn’t have the physical and mental coordination to walk down the building to the car, how the boy was gonna rehearse overnight, you had no idea.

“whoops, babe how were you gonna dance?” you supported his weight leaning down on you while you were walking, steading yourself before both of you fell on the ground, one arm wrapped around his torso, his figure hunched and head resting on your neck.

“I can walk. I am just choosing not to since you’re here”, he flashed you a grin with his eyes closed.

after arriving home, jungkook went straight to the shower and for a few seconds, you contemplated joining him. however, recalling how jungkook’s grumbling tummy throughout the whole ride, made you change your decision. he mentioned that he didn’t eat anything fulfilling all day. that is why you told him to freshen up and made a beeline towards the kitchen to make some instant ramen, not very healthy but quick and easy, and always gratifying.

so here you are now, serving ramen into two bowls with the leftover kimchi you guys had in the fridge. sleepiness makes your eyelids droop and you feel like prying them open with scotch tapes.

like tom, you snort to yourself, from tom and jerry.

man, you loved that cartoon during your childhood.

after all these years, you still don’t know if you’re team tom or team jerry.

hearing a faint clicking sound, you turn around and see jungkook approaching you, shirtless and clad in sweatpants. the shower had done marvels because he looks as attractive as he always does, with the water dripping down his damp hair onto the well-defined muscles in his chest. feeling a blush creep in, you quickly avert your eyes.

both of you are tired enough without resorting to er— any other activities for the night.

“what are you doing in the kitchen?” jungkook stares at you with confused doe eyes.

“putting food on the table like the dutiful girlfriend I am.”

“pretty sure that’s wife material”, jungkook whispers as he works his way into your arms, tugging your waist flushed with his.

“kook, you need to dry your hair properly! you’ll catch a cold”, you scold him softly, feeling greasy when you see him so fresh and glowy. you card a hand through his locks, feeling it to be more sopping than it seemed. you break free from his grasp to grab a towel from the washroom, ignoring the loud protests.

“sit”, you command, gesturing for jungkook to sit on one of the stools lining the kitchen island. when he complies, you gently massage his head with the towel, squeezing every last drop of remaining water from his hair. jungkook prefers to air dry his hair when he is at home, allowing it to get some rest from all the heat and styling he has to do on a regular basis, but he also religiously manages to forget at least soaking the water out.

he grabs you closer by pulling your waist. you stand between his thighs and continue massaging his scalp while he muffles his face on your chest, desperately seeking your warmth and comfort. a smile stretches across your face watching jungkook moan in satisfaction.

“how are the hands?”

“mmm good. need to put more band-aids”, his voice comes out hoarse being squished in your chest, “you didn’t need to cook. I know you are tired.”

“but i’m hungry too”

“oh. let’s eat then! it smells so fucking good!”

and jungkook’s sudden burst of enthusiasm prompts a hearty laugh from you, endeared to your core, just as you always find yourself enamored by his every action.

“what. do you want. jeon jungkook.”

jungkook’s soft laughter echoes inside the room in response to the aggression in your tone. he pulls you closer to himself, wrapping an arm tightly around your torso once your back is secured against his chest. after finishing your meal, jungkook volunteered to clean the dishes while we waited for you to take a shower. now that both of you are clean and full, you find yourselves tangled together in bed once again; your usual routine, you trying to sleep and jungkook trying to keep you awake.

“I want you to eat well. I want you to sleep well. you. I want you. always you”, he presses his face in your hair, taking in the aroma of wood and wild berries.

“and I am sorry”, he adds quietly.

you stir when you hear his words, turning around in his hold to face him. you know what he is apologizing for.

“well, you should be.”

“I really am.”

“i'm kidding, kook. you don’t need to be sorry. you were tired and—”

“but see, that’s the thing! every time I tell you that i’m tired and just want to sleep, you make damn sure I get some actual rest but I—”, he gestures at himself, looking at you with utmost concentration, “start acting like a spoiled child when I don’t get absolutely one hundred percent of your attention.”

“can't really disagree with that.”

“hey!”

“your words, not mine!”, you let out a squeal as jungkook tries to tickle you, holding him tighter in an attempt to make him stop, “love, that’s a part of you. and I adore that. that you feel comfortable enough to get mad at me for nothing. I don’t want you all smiley and cheery, without the bad things. I love you. and I want you as... you.”

“however annoying you may be”, you add as an afterthought.

jungkook scrunches his nose, “I am pretty annoying from time to time, aren’t I?”

“oh boy, you have no idea.”

“wow. am I imagining things or does everyone feel like you’re in a mood to constantly attack me tonight?”, he hugs you tighter if possible, shrugging, “my fault for loving you so much, I guess.”

“well, I am very lovable.”

“...oh boy, you have no idea.”