#sorry. am going crackers tonight

[navysealt4t]

currently reading ellie and joel fanfic at 4 am. jesus christ. man. :(

[velocitic]

(putting up a sign that says beware of dog hes hungry)

[ladylooch]

I need a little bit of sub (ish) Nico. Like I can’t let him be in charge all the time. Gotta girl boss him a little bit

A/N: I am blaming the summer heat in my state as well for my thoughts tonight… hahahah I’m not sorry. Which is why I still need to find Jesus. Hahahaha. I’m a lil drunky. 

Word Count: 730

The summer heat is getting to you.

And so are the defined curves of Nico’s abdomen where he is flipping off the dock with his brother, Luca. You can’t help but stare, even as Nina tries to engage you in conversation. 

“Hey.” Nina nudges your leg with her foot.

“Hm?”

“I said do you need more wine?”

“Yeah, ah… I’ll get it.” You offer, jumping at the chance to grab Nico to help. You should be a good hostess. “Neeks, baby, can you come up with me and help bring the next round of snacks down?”

“Yeah!” He calls as he uses the ladder to leave the lake. 

You head up together. Nico is dripping along the way as he towels off as much as he can during your walk. He ditches the towel on the deck before entering the kitchen behind you.

“Baby, you need more sunscreen.” He murmurs, pressing his thumb into your shoulder where red blushes your skin. “Grab some from the bathroom and I’ll put it on you.” 

After grabbing the white wine from the fridge, you pause by the counter, watching him go into the pantry. You open the cork stuffed into the top, taking two big glugs of courage before following your boyfriend into the walk-in space. He is examining two different kinds of crackers putting one back on the shelf to read the other box. He has a thing about matching crackers with the right cheese. It must be a Swiss thing because Nina does it too.

“Are we having brie or manchego?” He asks, shoving his wet hair back from his forehead. The action has you sweating. You fly forward into the pantry, shutting the door and leaning your back against it. Nico slowly travels his gaze along your body, noticing the distinct points of your nipples against the swimsuit top. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You breathe, practically panting. “You‘re driving me crazy.” 

“I’m sorry?” He chuckles.

“I don’t think you are.” You tell him. “At least not sorry enough.” Nico’s thick eyebrows dance up his forehead in amusement. You walk towards him, wasting no time in pushing your hand into his board shorts. He thickens in your hand. The box of crackers falls to the panty floor. “Here’s the deal. I can’t wait. Not one more minute without you bending me over and fucking me so hard I can’t breathe.”

“Jesus, babe.” He moans as you slide your thumb over the slit of his head. “Oh my god.” You squeeze him tighter until his knees buckle.

“You’re going to take me from behind. We’re going to finish in two minutes. And we are going to walk back down to the lake without one single hair out of place.” 

“I wanna fuck you on the floor.” He whines slightly.

“No. Against the cabinet.” You slap his cheek lightly, then wiggle out of your bottoms.

You bend over in front of him, gripping the base of his dick to push through your folds roughly. Nico’s hands ghost along your hips as you push yourself back onto him.  “Oh.” You sigh in pleasure. “Ah.” You gnaw your bottom lip, bouncing back until your ass claps against this abdomen. Nico presses his butt against the opposite cabinet, then winds a hand around to your stomach to pull you flush with him. His hips angle up and down with your movements. 

“Tell me how pretty I am.” You insist, fingernails piercing at the taut skin of his abdomen.

“So fucking pretty.” His teeth are gritted. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He moans, tightening his thighs to stay standing. You reach for your hip, lacing your fingers together as you feel your orgasm coil.

“Play with my clit.” You move his hand to between your folds, immediately inhaling sharply at his touch there. “Like that. Please.” You moan holding his wrist there, feeling the beads of his bracelets indent your palm. You grind against his hand as you buck against him. You grab his other hand, putting it over your mouth to catch your scream. He moans your name as he comes too, filling your heat with sticky ribbons.

Your afterglow assaults you. Making you lazy as you redress yourself then turn to tuck Nico back into his shorts. His stunned expression has you chuckling as you grab the box of crackers he dropped. You extend them to him. He takes them with an astonished laugh.

“What just happened?” He asks, lacing your fingers together after dropping the crackers again. He tugs you closer, shoving his other hand in your hair as he kisses you.

“It was my turn to call the shots.” 

“Can we expand more on that later?”

“Sure, if I feel like it.” You lick along the seam of his lips, then return to the kitchen to pour two fresh glasses of wine.

If Nico’s siblings knew what you were doing up there, they have no reaction to it when you both return to the dock. 

“You didn’t get sunscreen.” Nico murmurs, kissing your cheek as you settle back into your chair. 

“Sorry, I got distracted.” You both chuckle and share another kiss. Nico takes off at full speed, jumping into the lake with a large cannon ball to splash you with droplets of water. 

He’ll pay for that later. 

[gretavangroupie]

Valor (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Jake x Reader, Daniel x Reader

Word Count: 14.7k

Warnings: Cursin', Smokin', Drinkin', Allusions to Drug Use. Angst: Struggle and Poverty, Emotional Manipulation, Abandonment, Jealousy, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Weapons, Fighting, Blood, Mentions of Death, Allusions to Suicide, Allusions to Shady Activities, Gambling. Smut: Kissing, Allusions to Sex, Heavy Petting.

Valor Playlist: Apple Music | Spotify

A new project in collaboration with my talented co-writer @gretavanmoon.

HER POV

Danny pulled you by your hand into the back room, darting through a door you hadn’t noticed, straight into a room that was too dark to see inside. You followed his lead, trusting him to guide you, as you stepped on unidentified objects, tripping on them as he yanked you right and left through what felt like a broom closet with storage shelves. 

Finally, a light bulb illuminated above you, bringing light to the small hidden hallway. He began pulling a big folded piece of thick cardboard from behind one of the shelves, struggling to hold the whole thing by himself. A quick glance from him let you know he needed a hand, so you jumped to action, helping him to remove the bulky and awkward object. 

“What the hell is this?” You asked, noticing it was kind of heavy. You both turned it so it was easier to carry, making your way down the rest of the crowded hallway and into a larger room. You worked to place it on a tabletop, watching as Danny flipped the flaps open and revealed a very old, very worn-in poker table topper. “Oh.”

“Self-explanatory, huh.” He huffed, running back into the storage hallway to grab more items. Shortly, he returned with a few decks of cards, and a larger box that held multicolored poker chips. Again, you watched his hands move quickly, setting up the table with as much precision as he could, given his hands were a bit shaky and his body language seemed more anxious than normal. You stayed standing awkwardly by, wanting to help, but completely unsure how to. 

“You know how to do this?” He asked you, glancing up through his thick eyelashes while he worked. 

You shook your head quickly, stepping back as you crossed your arms. “No. I don’t.”

“Fuck. Ok, can you… go gather up a few things from the kitchen and make them presentable on like, a plate or something? I don’t know what we have, doesn’t matter…crackers, whatever you can find.” He ordered, his voice cracked with nerves. 

Now that, you could do. “Yes. I’ll be back.”

You managed to come up with two plates full of Club crackers and pepperoni, two jars of olives, and some butter cookies. You rushed back through the way you came, presenting your buffet to Danny. 

“That will have to do.” He chuckled as he unfolded a metal chair. When he finished, he stood back and placed his hands on his hips, his body still dirty from the workday. 

“Danny, I know I said I wouldn’t ask questions, but…should I be scared right now?” You asked, working to pop the top on one of the olive jars. 

He sighed heavily, catching his breath as he made his way over to you. “No, no reason to be scared. You’re…you’re just going to have to bear with us. This was…unexpected, tonight.” He took the jar from your hands, spinning the top off with little to no effort at all. He put it back down on the table, and placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you to meet his eyes. “I really am sorry you’re accidentally involved in this shit tonight, and I really hope it doesn’t change your mind about me…”

“Danny, what the fuck am I about to witness?” You asked, suddenly feeling even more terrified than before. Being in the dark like this was starting to make your face go numb with fear. 

His hands squeezed your shoulders as he stepped in closer, his eyes flashing behind you down the hallway for just a split second. 

“Hopefully not a goddamn thing.”

——

You follow Danny back out through the strange secret passageway and out into the bay, seeing Jake still rushing around with whatever he was cleaning. You grabbed your book off the chair, and stood around sheepishly, waiting for one of them to tell you the next move. How the fuck did you find yourself here?

Just then you heard a rap on the old metal door, two quick knocks, followed by one…

Jake and Danny’s heads popped up immediately, the two of them looking to each other while their shoulders fell in relief. Jake rushed to the door, but before he opened it, he motioned to Danny to push you behind the wall of the loft to conceal you. This is insane…

You stepped back behind it out of view of whoever was at the door, but you could still hear the conversation. 

“Jacob, not much time…” the gruff voice said as you listened to his footsteps enter the bay. 

“They said sunset tonight, last time they got here sooner than that.” Jake responded quickly. 

“I know it, I know it. Is everything ready? I brought two bottles of rye whiskey…”

“Yeah, just finished putting everything out.” You heard Danny sigh a sound of relief, and his words mixed with the stranger’s made it become apparent to you that the other man was Bubba. 

A little more private conversation was had between them before you heard the door open again. 

“I’ll be back a little before sunset, listen to me, boys. There’s to be a couple new faces here tonight. I wanted to warn ya ‘fore they just showed up.” Bubba explained with panic in his voice. 

“New faces? Who?” Jake asked, his voice a bit more booming than before. 

“I don’t know much, Jake. Just know they won’t be familiar to you. Just treat ‘em normal. Like everybody else, you hear? I’ll be here to keep watch. I’ll be back soon.”

And with that, you heard the loud metal door clank closed. 

Danny finally rounded the wall and pushed past you, grabbing the tips of your fingers as he pulled you back toward their rooms. “You’re gonna have to be okay with hanging out in Jake’s room tonight, okay?” He brushed his sweaty strands back, leaving behind a tiny black brush of grease on his forehead. “They’re going to be here soon and they can’t…they can’t see you.”

You felt enraged. Your eyes scanned his as you clenched your jaw, wanting nothing more than to lash out at him, and Jake too, for bringing you into this mess, whatever it was. When Danny kept his lips pursed together, you caught his drift. “Trust me, Y/N…please…” he whispered, his fingertips squeezing yours. 

“Alright, fucking fine.” You pushed past him this time, making your way into Jake’s room. You sat down onto his mattress with force, hugging your knees as your book hung between your fingers. You looked up to Danny with disapproval, still utterly pissed off this was happening. You knew he felt bad, you could see it in his face. 

He finally took a deep breath and made his way over to you, leaning down to press a quick, chaste kiss directly to the middle of your forehead. It surprised you, it was the first time he’d actually connected his lips to you. You felt a giant burst of butterflies erupt in your stomach, the hurried sentiment most definitely softening you to the madness you felt before. 

“Don’t come out until we tell you it’s safe. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He whispered, pulling the old door closed behind him. 

——

It had been almost an hour, and you’d heard nothing but Jake and Daniel’s occasional whisper-yells to each other. You’d recognized that there were a few unfamiliar voices mixed in with theirs now, all male, all muffled and broken as each made their way through the kitchen. 

You’d made yourself comfortable on Jake’s bed, kicked back reading your poems and chewing on a cinnamon candy while you waited. It hadn’t quite dawned on you yet that you were probably going to be in here all night long…the thought that poker games usually lasted well into the morning hours completely passing you up. You were thankful you had used the bathroom before they shut you in. 

While you were knee-deep in a long Maya passage, you were startled by Jake’s bedroom door flying open and him barreling through it, looking as though he had forgotten you were in there. You recoiled back on the bad, a little scared at who might be busting in.

“Shit.” He breathed, hardly a word. “Sorry. You uh, you okay in here?”

You shrugged your shoulders and let out a breath. “Okay as I can be, I guess.” You wanted him to see that you were a bit agitated at the whole situation. 

He walked over to his closet, pulling out what looked to be a semi-clean t-shirt. He yanked it off the hanger and then looked to you, his tongue rested across his upper lip in thought. You were rested back comfortably on his pillows, reading your book like he wasn’t even there. When you noticed him looking, you glanced up from the pages to find him staring you down a bit awkwardly. He turned his back to you, grabbing his grease-covered shirt at the neck, ripping it off quickly and throwing it to the corner of the room. 

You couldn’t help but glance up again, seeing his half-naked body completely devoid of any coverage so that you could see his tattoos as a whole. His arm and back muscles tightened and drew in as he moved, the ripple as his skin moved over his ink covered ribs leaving you breathless. You thought you might combust all together as you tried to look at his tattoos through quick glances. There were so many, so intricate and ornate. You wanted to look at each of them. Ask what they meant to him. 

The first one you noticed was a dove on the back of his right shoulder blade, its wings expanded like it was ready to fly right off of his skin, followed by a thin string of letters that flowed directly down the center of his spine. You were too far away to read what they said, but they disappeared directly into the back of his jeans. The last and most noticeable one was the long body of a snake, traveling from in front of his left shoulder and down his back, the tail of it wrapped around his hip. Your eyes fell short again, back down to the words on the pages. Concentrate, Y/N. That’s nothing you should be looking at, he wants privacy. But god…he was a fucking sight…

Then, out of your periphery, you watched as he slowly turned to face you, pulling the new, clean shirt over his head and smoothing it over his pecs and toned stomach. Your eyes traveled down his torso to the top of his jeans, a thin band of his boxers peeking out over top. Fuck, don’t look. The next thing you knew, he was crawling up the bed, hand after knee, directly toward you. You closed the book, your body moving itself backwards and away from him as he continued to crawl toward you. 

What the hell…? Your heart began pounding. 

He stopped when both hands rested on either side of your torso, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath. His hair hung in his face as he reached his right hand to his nightstand, pulling the squeaky drawer open with quick force. You moved your eyes to the side to see what he was grabbing as the metallic sounds rattled in his hand. A handgun. He kept his face close to yours…so close his nose was mere centimeters from brushing yours. You felt your breath hitch, and you knew he noticed. Fuck. He cocked the safety on the gun, and reached behind him, slipping it into the back of his jeans before slowly backing away off the bed. 

He stood tall from the mattress, noticing you were nothing but a panting pile of nerves and discomfort while he resituated the gun. The side-smirk that painted his face was enough to make you infuriated again, but before you could haul off and throw your sharp words down his throat, he had backed out the door, shutting it quietly just as Danny had. 

God, you were so overwhelmingly pissed off at the both of them, while at the same time they were both so goddamn attractive it almost wasn’t fair. 

After a while, in a huff of boredom and aggravation, you slammed the book down into the dingy comforter, deciding to take a look around the room now that you felt like a true prisoner. The wood-paneled walls were lined with old posters and photographs, while there was only enough room for one chest of drawers and a bedside table. You sat up a bit, deciding that if you were going to be stuck in here, you would at least take a look around at your captor’s belongings. You stood, admiring the various faces of his apparent idols…Hendrix, Neil Young, Tears for Fears, The Police…quite the selection. 

The shelf on his dresser was lined with photos, some of him as a kid, one of him and Danny as teenagers, one of Ace and a dog, and one of him and his mom. It struck you, how much he looked exactly like his dad in the photo upstairs, and how much he also looked exactly like his mother. Where he had his dad’s mouth and stature, he most definitely had his mother’s eyes. “Wow…” you whispered as you took the photo in. She was holding him on her lap, he had to have barely been two. You began to wonder where she was, what happened to her, and why he hasn’t mentioned much about his family. 

But come to think of it, neither had Danny. 

—

JAKE POV

You let out the breath you were holding as your gun settled into the waistband of your jeans. It’s cold on your skin, harsh and metallic, yet easily concealed under the confines of your t-shirt. You hope you won’t need it, but you’d rather have it than not. You laugh a little, remembering the look on her face as you crawled towards her. So nervous, so wild. You click your tongue on the back of your teeth and huff another laugh. You could smell the remnants of her cinnamon candy on her breath as you hovered over her, silently commending her on her good taste as you pulled away and excused yourself. You took that wild energy with you as you left, hoping it would give you what you needed to get through this game.

As you stepped back into the kitchen you saw Daniel leaning against the countertop with his arms crossed across his chest. He’d taken the time to change as well, pulling his hair back to rest at the back of his neck. His eyes flick to yours as you emerge from the hallway. 

“She fine?” he asks, nodding towards your bedroom. 

“Yeah. She’s fine. Probably need to feed her though. Hasn’t eaten since this mornin’ and she’s a little jumpy.” you answer, wondering what you even had that you could give her to eat. 

“Think she’d eat a sandwich?” he asks, turning to open the fridge. 

“Think she’ll eat what she’s given, or go hungry. Her choice.” you quip back, walking to gather up a collection of glasses, setting them out on the table. He sends you a nod, pulling a few things from the fridge and placing them on the counter. 

“We got the money?” he asks a little hesitantly. You could tell it was weighing on him as his eyes darted around the room. It had been a slow month, but you knew to save a little more for this exact reason.

“Yeah we got the fuckin’ money, but it’s only been three weeks since the last game for fucks sake. We’re lucky old man Anderson needed that carburetor or we’d be fucked.” you snap, “I’m going to get it now, just…make her that sandwich and get it to her before they get here.” 

You walk through the kitchen and back out to the garage, running up the metal steps towards the safe. You sit in the rolling chair and bend over, spinning the combination lock in the correct sequence until it clicks. You pull the cash you need, feeling a wave of anger wash over you as you look up towards the ceiling. “This is your fucking fault.” you seethe, slamming the safe door and pushing up out of the chair. 

You shut off the lights in the garage, and make your way back into the house slamming the door behind you as you place the money on the counter. Daniel places the sandwich on a paper plate, turning and filling a solo cup with water from the sink. “Sun’s down.” he says, looking out the kitchen window.

“I know, go take that and come back out, we need to have a drink so we don’t look so goddamn anxious.” you say, watching him walk off with the plate as he nods. 

You snatch a bottle of half drank whiskey off the counter, pouring it into one of the glass cups on the table, shooting it back as you watch him open the door to your bedroom. You wonder what she’s doing in there. You know that book won’t occupy her for long. You try to remember if there is anything in there she shouldn’t see, but you also don’t give a fuck. You don’t have nothin’ to hide. 

You refill the glass and a minute or so later Daniel emerges from your bedroom with a stifled grin. You curse under your breath and shake your head as you grab another glass and pour the whiskey in. You slide it across the table as he approaches, snatching it up and tipping it to his lips. “Heard a car pull up.” he says, drinking down the rest of it. 

“You got some protection?” you ask lowly. His eyes flick to yours as he pulls up the side of his shirt revealing his pistol. 

“Okay, good. Grab the door.” you instruct letting your eyes flick down towards the hallway. “Fuck I hope she stays in there.” you gripe, standing from the chair to grab the poker chips. 

“She will.” he smirked, heading towards the front door.

—

Your eyes flicked down to the cards in your hands trying your best not to show your disappointment. You set them down on the felt topper, pulling a cigarette from the pack, and lighting it with the flick of your zippo. Your eyes glanced over to Daniel, and you could just tell by his posture that he was harboring a shit hand, too. You were both tanking, badly. The guys across from you were murmuring to each other with shit eating grins as they played their cards, sipping from their drinks and smoking their cigars. Fucking pricks.

You hated this shit. You hated poker, you always had. Your dad taught you when you were young, too young probably. Said you’d need the skill one day, and fuck him for being right. But maybe if he had been a better player you wouldn’t be in this spot right now. Maybe he wouldn’t have done what he did. The pressure to win these games was suffocating, all of it riding on you and Daniel. You’d gotten lucky the past few games, winning the pot before immediately turning it over to Teddy. What a joke. But tonight you weren’t sure you had luck on your side. Your shit hand combined with Daniel’s, along with the woman hiding out in your bedroom had you feeling anything but lucky. There was a reason there was a weapon under your shirt.

You tossed back your drink and tamped out your cigarette butt as play rounded the table. Your eyes flick to Daniel to see what his next move will be, hoping he has a trick up his sleeve, but you see him swallow and you know he’s out. He sucked his teeth as his eyes met Teddy’s.

“I fold.” Danny said, his voice full of disappointment.

“God damnit.” You muttered under your breath as Danny flipped his cards down, scooting his chair put and leaning it back. You looked down at your hand, seeing that it wasn’t going to get you anywhere, either. You ran your hand over your face, knowing that you had to figure something out, and quick. 

“Awww, youngin’ throwin’ in so early? We’ve barely gotten started.” Teddy reached out and tapped his fat cigar onto the ashtray, laughing hard and loud as he stuck the wet end back between his teeth. His comrades laughed along, peering out from underneath their low-brimmed hats. 

Among all the people at the table, Teddy was the shadiest of them all. A big man, more in stature than in weight. Most people called him Fridge, because one time during a bar fight, he lifted up a whole refrigerator to knock a guy out. Teddy was the head honcho of the crew that worried you the most, always using his big mouth and his big ego to scare people into doing whatever he wanted. And it worked. He had his hands in nearly everything around town, controlled more than just owning the laundromat downtown. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that laundromat was used for laundering more than just clothes. 

His posse was small, but they were close-knit, the same three guys stayed by his side at almost all times. Teddy took another swig of his flask, not trusting you and Danny enough to drink what you’d provided. You glanced around to the other 10 or so men playing, taking in each of their facial expressions as you studied their poker faces. 

Clancy, an older gentleman who always brought his brother John along… They normally stayed pretty quiet, and that’s always what irked you the most. Bird and Joey were hot heads, a set of friends that reminded you a lot of you and Danny, but twenty years in the future. Bird liked to talk a lot of shit, just like Teddy did, and 9 times out of 10, them always trying to one-up the other is usually what set these games going south in a hurry. And now that Danny had folded, you were in it alone. Save for Bubba, of course. 

The new face that had decided to grace your presence tonight was a stout middle aged man, dressed just like he’d emerged from the 1940’s; a slick long black jacket, a vest underneath, and a derby hat that looked like it was steam cleaned weekly. He had stayed fairly quiet the whole game, acting as though he was just taking everything in. But his demeanor was confident…the man knew every character at this table was taking him in, too. 

Your nerves were shot, the liquor wasn’t nearly enough to take the edge off, and you felt your blood begin to boil as Teddy continued his verbal assault on everyone that he could. His voice was just…grating. And it never let up. 

“On that note, I gotta piss. Let’s take five, eh?” Teddy suggested as he stood from his chair, his posse mumbling and standing along with him. You were glad he did, you felt like you were going to punch something if he said another fucking word about anything. 

You made a quick glance to Bubba to get his attention, then proceeded to close your eyes for a prolonged 3 seconds. When you opened them, you found him looking back, with the same straight laced grin he gave everyone.

Be careful, Bubba. Here goes nothin’…

The entire drunken group stood and made their way through the narrow passage and out the back door to the abandoned vehicle lot, standing around in their respective groups to talk and smoke. You brought up the rear, and barrelled through the door, letting it slam against the wall as your eyes searched for Danny in the darkness. Finally you spotted him in a cloud of smoke around the back corner of the building. 

“What the fuck!” You slammed his shoulders against the metal wall, watching as his facial expression immediately hardened. “Folding on the second fucking hand? Are you even trying?”

He bounced off the wall and shoved you back, making you kick up a little dust with your heels. “Do you think I fucking wanted to, Jake? I had a fucking 3-5 hand, no god damn way I was gonna win anything on that. And keep your fuckin’ hands off me…”

He shoved you again in a backwards act of repentance, which made you even more enraged than you were before. Your mind went fuzzy with it all, having to play the rest of this game by yourself, having to deal with Teddy and these guys, and also having to host this god damn game whenever he saw fit. Lately it didn’t seem like you ran your own life, but that it was running you. 

You glanced around, seeing the crowd slowly making their way over, but no Bubba. 

“Maybe if you got to work on time and worked a little harder we wouldn’t fuckin’ be in this mess.” He mumbled. 

Oh, don’t even. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He threw his smoke to the ground, pushing his back off the wall and bucking up to you. “It means, that lately it seems like I’m the only one getting shit done around here. Movin’ shit in and out of the place. Fuck Jake, you’ve been rebuilding the same damn motor for weeks.”

“Fuck you, don’t tell me how to run my own god damn business.” You spat back, your face craned up and within inches of his. “I can change the locks faster than you can fuckin’ count to three.” You shoved him again, basically asking for it at this point. 

“You wanna fuckin’ bet?” He was shoulder checking you now, and you felt it coming. The same way it always did. You couldn’t stop your left hook from rolling up from the bottom, popping him right in the cheek. It was seconds before he retaliated, his strong right fist bouncing off the side of your skull. From there, it continued. You exchanged blows, back and forth while you scuffled to the ground, laying hits to each others’ ribs as the dirt turned to dust around you. 

Before long, all of the guys had heard the commotion and came running to see the show. Both of you back on your feet now, fists raised and ready to box. “Come on, you son of a bitch, you wanna do this now? Let’s go…” Danny muttered as he hopped lightly on his feet, egging you on. 

You lurched forward, getting Danny one good time in a spot that you knew would piss him off, right in the temple. You continued exchanging hits left and right, even bringing the fight to a little bit of unfairness, using your knees to bring each other down even more. The cheers that had surrounded you were muffled now, all you could hear were your ears ringing and your blood pumping. You knew your nose was probably bleeding, and your muscles were on fire with adrenaline. 

“Alright, alright boys! God damnit, stop!” You heard Bubba’s voice come between you, making the two of you step away from each other. “What the hell is wrong with you? We’re in the middle of a damn game! Back inside, all of yeh.” He commanded as the group dispersed, everyone heading back into the shop. 

You felt Teddy’s giant hand hit the back of your neck, wincing at the snap of pain he inflicted. “Little Jacob, the two of you just can’t keep your hands off each other, can ya?” He bellowed a harsh, smoke-filled laugh as his minions echoed him. You glanced through the corner of your eye to see the unfamiliar face, puffing on a pipe of his own with the other hand in his pocket, his eyes squinted at you as you walked along. 

—

HER POV

You pulled yourself away from the window, listening to the scuffle happening just beyond it. You recognized Danny’s voice, his bellowing timbre easily distinguishable. You wondered who he was fighting, and why he was fighting. You realize now why they stashed you in here, but that didn’t make you any less nervous. After a few minutes the yelling died off and you figured the fight was probably over, your mind racing wondering if Danny was okay, and how the other guy must have looked.  

You paced around the room trying to slow your heart rate, the small room not giving you much space. You paused as you met the dresser, noticing a stack of items, books mostly. Your eyes traveled over the stack wondering if these items would give you any type of insight to the man who occupied this room. Your eyes caught a soft back book, buried deep under a pile of notebooks on the dresser. It had a green cover, and a photo of a school on the front. The top of the cover, in bright white lettering, read ‘St. James Elementary School, 1965’. Oh my god, you were probably in this. You began flipping through the black and white pages, seeing a few barely familiar faces here and there as you read about the various activities the school partook in that year. 

You knew you’d left halfway through this exact year, but you vaguely remembered your last picture day at this school. Sure enough, a few pages later, you found your photograph amongst the rest of your classmates. You’d never seen this photo of yourself before. You were tiny, only 9 and in the third grade. Your hair was a frazzled mess, the collar of your shirt flipped up and crinkled. You smiled, remembering the good old days. A few pages back showed you 6-year-old Danny, and a few forward a ten-year-old Jake, his right arm wrapped in a cast from falling out of the Sycamore tree. 

You looked at the sandwich that sat on the dresser, still contemplating whether or not you really wanted to eat it. Going with your starving gut, you forced it down. Danny did make it for you, after all. 

As you swallowed the last bite, you heard a loud crash come from the other side of the wall, what sounded like a beer bottle smashing against the wall, and shattering. It was followed up by the muffled sounds of yelling voices, more slams and more screeches…it was getting so loud that you started to panic. You tried to tune it out, push it away, and after a few minutes it quieted, only to return again with a vengeance. 

Are they okay? Is Bubba there? 

You needed a distraction. 

You looked across the floor, noticing an old tattered book lying by the dresser. Its cover was torn and oily from Jake’s hands; he must love this one. It made your heart skip a beat that he likes to read, and could recite poetry, given that it didn’t fit his outright personality in the least. 

You let yourself get lost in the pages, using the story to distract yourself from the loud noises happening just thirty feet away. The last time you’d glanced at your watch, it was after 1am, and you felt your eyes getting heavy. 

Damn, you could really use a shower and a pair of pajamas right now. But instead, you kicked off your shoes and jeans, folding them in a pile on the floor. You pulled the bedsheets back, finding them slightly stained, but clean nonetheless. Probably just as clean as the motel sheets if you were honest. The immediate smell of Jake’s Brut aftershave filled your senses, and you found yourself taking in the scent of him as you wrapped yourself in his sheets. You could smell his hair, his musk of his skin, the lingering scent of oil and the remnants of the laundry detergent he used sparingly. It felt strange, being in someone else’s bed, but at this point, you didn’t dare run away to the chaos that was happening outside the door. You felt safe in here, strangely enough, in this perfect stranger’s bedroom. 

The only thing that would be better, was if Danny had stashed you in his room, instead. 

——

JAKE POV

You glanced over to the flashing clock on the microwave, 3:58am. The sun would be coming up soon, and you knew they weren’t leaving until the game was won. You had it though. You knew you had it, thanks to Bubba. How the fuck he pulled it off unseen you aren’t sure. Your little diversion with Daniel must have worked. You could feel your eye swelling as you blinked through the pain, a headache setting in deep in your head as the play rounded the table to you.

With nervous hands you laid your cards out on the table, licking your lips as you spoke, “Four of a kind.” Your eyes flicked up to Teddy as a sick grin crossed his face. 

“The boys’ done it again, folks.” he shouted, causing everyone to lay their losing hands out on the table, sending you dirty looks. They all start to push away from the table, throwing their money into the center before storming off through the front door. 

The game was over, and you by some miracle, had won. 

Teddy stayed seated at the table, crossing his arms behind his head as he stared at you with a disgusting smile. You grabbed your portion of the money and added it to the pile, waiting until the others were out the door before pushing it forward to him. His minions began gathering the cash into a bag, as Teddy sat sipping the last of the whiskey straight from the bottle. 

“You know boy, your father’d be proud of yeh.” he said, his voice grating at your every nerve.

“My father left me to clean up his fucking mess.” you said, standing from the table as they loaded the last of the cash. You walked over to the sink as Daniel stood from the table. “Good game. Thanks.” he said, disappearing down the hallway.

Teddy stood and patted you on the back, tamping out his cigar in your kitchen sink, “You have a nice night now, ya hear?” and with that he and his shadows made their way out of your front door.

“God fucking damnit.” you breathed, letting out the breath you’d been holding for what felt like most of the night.

Daniel reemerges from the hallway, beginning to collect glasses from the table. “The fuck was all that about?” he asks, clearly knowing you picked that fight on purpose. 

“I had to. I was about to fold. Thank god they called a break.” you paused, turning to look at his swollen cheek. “Bubba…”

“Yeah, I know.” he said, placing the glasses on the counter. He walks back over to the table to start cleaning up the poker chips, a small laugh leaving his chest. “A little warning would’ve been nice.” 

You smirk, and nod. “Needed to be believable. Worked didn’t it?” 

He laughs again, “This time. We’re kind of shit at poker, you know?” 

“Fuckin’ terrible.” you said, shaking your head with a smile. 

“She good in there?” he asks, leaning on the doorframe.

“Don’t know. Haven’t been in there. Haven’t seen or heard anything, thank god. Assume she’s asleep.” you shrug.

“You sleepin’ in there?” he asks, tongue in his cheek.

“As opposed to where?” you question. 

“Don’t fuckin’ know, just a question.” he snaps back.

“Suppose I am then. All two hours. Fuckin’ head is pounding though so maybe not.” you tout.

He nods his head and disappears down the hallway again, hitting the lightswitch as he walks. You hear his bedroom door shut leaving you to the quiet house filled with dissipating smoke. You grab a beer from the fridge, and take a seat at the table, dropping your head into your hands. How the fuck did I end up here pops? Why’d you do this to me? To us? We’re barely making it.

You pop the lid off the bottle and bring it to your lips letting the cold liquid glide down your throat, hoping to quell the hunger in your stomach for another night. Your eyes flick over to your bedroom door. The light is off, and you wonder if she’s asleep. She was in there so long… she probably had to piss. Fuck how did this happen? 

You tightened your fist, feeling the pain settling in. Your skin felt tight and grimey and you could feel the blood on your face. You swallowed down the rest of the beer, tossing the bottle into the trashcan as you made your way to the front door. You pulled it open checking to make sure no one was lingering before locking it up for the night, heading towards the bathroom. 

You flicked the shower handle on, knowing it would be a few minutes before it warmed up. You quickly ran your toothbrush over your teeth as you stripped out of your clothes, setting your gun on the bathroom counter. You took notice of just how disgusting your bathroom was, but shit it was only you and Danny. Why did you care? 

You wet your razor and dragged it harshly against your skin, for a quick dry shave. You stepped into the shower, letting the hot water rinse away the grease and grime the best it could. You snatched the green soap from the ledge and lathered your body, the sting catching you off guard as you ran your soapy hands over the cut on your face. You washed your hair as quickly as you could, knowing that your sleeping hours were growing shorter by the second. You flicked the handle off and grabbed your towel from the bar, running it over yourself and wrapping it around your waist. You slapped on a little bit of aftershave and ran your fingers through your hair, before deciding you’d spent long enough in the bathroom.

You grabbed your gun and turned off the light, crossing the hallway to your closed door, pausing for a second with unease about what you were about to walk into. You quietly twisted the knob and found that your window was cracked open, letting a breeze flow through the room. Your eyes traveled towards your bed finding Y/N in a dead sleep beneath your sheets. You swallowed hard at the image of her asleep on your pillow, completely unable to conjure a memory of the last time you let a girl sleep in your bed, because quite frankly, you didn’t do that.

You set the gun on the dresser, pulling open the top drawer to fish out a pair of boxers, dropping your towel and sliding them onto your legs. You picked up the towel and ran it through your hair again, before throwing it over your closet door. You grabbed your gun and set it on the nightstand as quietly as you could, trying not to wake her. You went to grab the sheets, but stopped yourself. Should you? No.  You push the sheets over to the side to see your book laying open beneath them. You huff a laugh through your nose, a small smile crossing your lips at the thought of her laying in here reading your favorite book while you were trying not to get the shit beat out of you just thirty feet away.

You grabbed it and placed it on the nightstand, seeing she made a substantial dent, before sliding into the bed next to her. It almost felt wrong sleeping without blankets but you didn’t want to cross a line. She probably didn’t even consider that you would sleep in here either. Danny didn’t.

You tried to settle yourself as softly as you could, really trying to avoid the awkward interaction when really you just wanted to sleep. She rolled a little bit as the bed dipped down, her bare leg peeking out from the dark sheets. Your eyes traveled the expanse of exposed skin, remembering that earlier she was in jeans. Your eyes flicked to the floor seeing them folded in a neat pile at the foot of the bed. Fuck me, shes half naked too. Fuck.

You let out a sigh and placed your hands behind your head, letting your mind swirl with thoughts as you tried to will them to slow down enough to let you close your eyes. A soft noise leaves her lips, a gentle hum as she pulls the blanket up towards her face. You turn to look at her, and you swear you can almost smell her shampoo if you think about it hard enough, letting a tingle slide through your body at the unfamiliar fragrance. You turn on your side just watching her for a minute, the way her lips are slightly parted and her eyes are darting around. You wonder what she’s dreaming about. You wonder if she’s scared. Although if she was truly scared, would she have fallen asleep so comfortably in your bed?

Her skin glows in the dim light peeking through the window. You want to touch her. You resist the urge as a breeze drifts through the room causing a few strands of her hair to fly across her face. She’s sort of pretty now that you can look at her for a few minutes. Her hair, so shiny and smooth, her lashes so long and thick, her hands so small and clean as they rest next to her mouth. Actually, she’s really pretty. Maybe even beautiful. Your hand lifts and draws near to her cheek, her skin looks so soft you think maybe if you could just touch it one time you would be satiated enough to fall asleep, but you quickly retract it knowing this is not right. She wouldn’t want this. You’re fairly certain she has a thing for Daniel, or so it seemed, and Daniel didn’t seem too happy with the thought of the two of you sleeping together. 

Her foot moves, her toes barely grazing your leg, sliding through your leg hair causing you to swallow quickly at the sensation. You want her to do it again. Touch me. Please. Do it again. But instead you move your leg away. Your brain is screaming out for the touch of someone else. To feel a touch that isn’t rough and aggressive. Something soft and gentle. Something like her.

It’s been some time since you’d been this intrigued by a woman, and you aren’t quite sure why, or how she’s managed to do it in just two days. You want to know her. You want to touch her; feel her skin on yours. You want to step inside the mind of this poem loving, free spirited, firecracker of a woman that stumbled into your shop. You want to do all of that and more, but you can’t. She’s his, or atleast wants to be.

You roll to your stomach, letting your wet hair fall over your back as you tuck your arm under your pillow. Your eyes are trained on her, slowly blinking closed as you struggle to focus on her dark silhouette, wondering how you’re going to get her out of the mess she’d walked into.

—

HER POV

It was the strong smell of Jake that woke you, his scent of aftershave and soap drifting across your nose in your early morning, half-asleep state. Before you open your eyes, you force your mind to think about last night, what happened, and where you had ended up. 

Jake’s bed. Safe and sound. 

You peeled one eye open to a sight that made your breath catch in your lungs. Jake was lying on his stomach next to you, one hand under his pillow, the other curled up underneath him. You smiled a little; you hadn’t seen him in this state of vulnerability yet. It was like his hardened exterior didn’t even exist in this peaceful state. His pink lips were parted, the tiniest wisp of air escaping through them. His eyelids moved back and forth while he dreamed, and you couldn’t help but notice that his hair was just a little bit damp from his apparent shower earlier. He looked clean. 

Once your senses began to come to life, you heard the faint sound of rustling out in the bay, most likely Danny getting his day started already. You sat up a bit and noticed that Jake was lying on top of the comforter, no blanket at all to cover his sleeping body. Why didn’t he get underneath? Wasn’t he cold? And upon closer examination, you noticed that he had a black eye…busted lip and cheek…bruised hand? What the fuck?

Was it him fighting Danny last night?

Couldn’t have been…

You maneuvered yourself a little bit in the bed to stretch, pulling yourself out from underneath the covers. It woke him just enough to turn over, and when he flipped, his hand barely brushed your hip, his fingertips lingering just above your pantyline. 

This should not be sending your stomach into a fit of excitement like it is, fuck. 

You glanced down to see his tattoo-covered fingertips resting gently on you with the background of your baby pink panties behind them. His fingertips weren’t rough and calloused, but more toughened and strong. His fingers tightened their grip and jerked every few seconds, the tiny movements making your mind think thoughts it shouldn’t be. Something about the scene looked all too kinky, and you rolled your eyes at the visual, committing it to memory. His fingers burned into your skin and you briefly wondered if it would feel that way all the time. 

Suddenly the music in the bay got ten times louder, and you knew that it was Danny telling Jake to get the fuck out of bed. Jake’s eyes opened as fast as lightning as he got his bearings, rolling his tongue over his teeth as he wet his mouth. When he noticed you were there, it was like all his memories found him again in the blink of an eye. He blinked to you, offering you a tiny smile before he noticed where his hand was still sitting. 

When he did, he ripped it away. “Fuck, sorry.” He rolled away, the snake tattoo running down his back catching your eye a little more now as you could see the cascading scales up closely. 

“It’s okay.” You murmured, feeling his embarrassment. You rolled from the bed too, feeling somewhat uncaring of the fact that he essentially just saw you in your panties. Oh fuckin’ well. You stood and walked to the end of the mattress and found your jeans, shaking them out as you stood before Jake, still sitting perched on his side of the bed. 

He cleared his throat and looked away before standing and grabbing a random shirt from the floor. He quickly yanked it over his head, searching for a pair of jeans and once he found them he slid them on quickly and made his way toward the door, leaving you getting dressed all alone. 

“Sorry I fell asleep here…I could’ve slept on a couch, or something…” you muttered, jumping a little as you slowly pulled the tight denim jeans over your thighs. 

You watched as he caught himself watching you, snapping himself from the scene before clearing his throat again. “Um, it’s fine. Thanks for hiding out. We um… We don’t have a couch…”

“Oh…” you breathed, buttoning your jeans. 

He stood nodding, his bottom lip bitten hard between his teeth as he fought himself to look at you. 

“Well.” He turned, without another word, and made his way back out. You gave him a second before you followed him out, wanting to pee and rinse your morning breath away with a bead of toothpaste and your finger. When you made it to the bathroom, though, you were met with Jake again, standing and brushing his teeth in the mirror. “Sorry.” You apologized, turning to stand with your back against the wall of the hallway. 

It was mere seconds before he stepped out into the hall, toothbrush still in his mouth, and motioned for you to go ahead and take the bathroom. “I’ll rinse in the kitchen.” You gave him a quick smile before ducking away to do your business. 

After a minute you emerged, opening the door to find Jake pulling on his coveralls, a cigarette hanging from his lips already. “Why don’t you have any soap in your bathroom?” You asked, wiping your hands on your jeans from the water-wash. 

He looked at you with one eye, shrugging his shoulders as he pulled his hair back into a low bun. He picked the cigarette from his mouth as he exhaled the smoke into the air, a tiny wisp of hair falling in his face. “Look around. Does it look like we wash much of anything ‘round here?”

Without another word, he walked back through the door to the bay, and you let the smoke of his cigarette hit your face as you followed him. 

“Ohhhh, goodmorning, you two! How did you sleep?!” Danny yelled out across the bay overtop of a loud Lynyrd Skynyrd song. “Actually, wait. Don’t answer that. Spare me the dirty details, I don’t need a visual.”

“Fuck you, Danny.” You spat at him before you could even stop yourself. You heard Jake chuckle under his breath. “There are no dirty details.”

“Oh, that’s right! Jake actually took a shower last night. Guess they wouldn’t be too dirty, would they?” Danny quipped back. 

Jake sighed, pinching his nose. “Daniel, it’s too fucking early, and your music’s too fuckin’ loud, and my head hurts too fucking bad from your cheap shot to my skull last night. Can you please pipe the fuck down.” Jake chirped as he stood up on the top step of his ladder. 

“Hmm, I would, but it looks like you already did the piping last night, eh Y/N?” Danny said through a shit-eating grin. Your jaw dropped at his insinuation, but it was also kind of amusing. 

“Daniel I swear to fuckin’ god if you don’t stop it, we’re going back out to the parking lot.” Jake yelled, throwing a handful of nuts and bolts at Danny. “You’ll be the one getting a damn black eye this time, you asshole.”

Danny had ducked behind the vehicle he was working on to avoid the flying metal, laughing as he stood back up unscathed. “Fuckin’ try it, Jake!”

You watched as Jake bit his cheeks in, trying like hell to talk himself out of jumping off the ladder and launching himself toward Danny’s waiting threat. 

“Nah, actually, you know what?” Danny slammed his rag down on the opened hood of the car. “I’ve already been at work for two hours. I’m taking an early lunch. Y/N, you want breakfast? It’s omelet day at Louie’s. My treat.” He began pulling his arms from the sleeves of his coveralls, and tying them around his waist. 

“Uh, sure, I…I guess.” You answered, scared to say no. “We taking Ruby?”

“Oh, there’s my girl. Ready to hop back on and ride…” Danny sucked his teeth as he walked toward you, tossing you the key to his bike. “You can handle it this morning, right Jake? Your own fucking business?” 

You glanced to Jake as he distracted himself with his head buried deep in the guts of a Chevy, not bothering to look your way. 

Danny wrapped his arm around your neck as he turned you around, shuffling you out the door. “Bye Jake, don’t wait up!”

——

DANNY POV

Noooonono. No way he is making his way into your territory like this. Not this time.This is your turf. 

You and Y/N rounded the corner of the building to the wide awning out back where you kept your various motorcycles and important parts, and of course, Ruby. Y/N tossed the keys back to you as you straddled the back of the bike, scooting forward as you started it up and revved the engine loud, mostly to get on Jake’s nerves. 

You held your hand out, palm up, over your shoulder, waiting for Y/N to grab it as she slid in behind you. When she got comfortable, and her entire front was pressed against your back, you kicked the stand and took off. 

God, the chemistry you felt every time you were around this girl was making your head spin. She made you feel different, made you feel like you’d ditch your little black book of phone numbers, made you think about never wanting to take another woman home from the bar ever again. She gave you that tiny feeling in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t explain any other way, other than excitement. And it was growing every day. 

It felt good to have her all to yourself again, and even after the chaos and calamity of last night, and her ultimately having to stay in Jake’s room, you knew deep down that they probably didn’t hook up…you didn’t think so, at least. 

And if they really didn’t, Jake had a lot more self-control than you thought he did. 

You felt her hands squeeze around your stomach as you rounded the curve a little faster than she was used to, earning a little laugh from you. You felt the strands of her hair tickling the backs of your shoulders as the morning sun shone down, and you were itching to get her to the next destination, so you could get her as alone as possible. 

But first, breakfast. 

“The western omelet is my favorite, but also you can’t go wrong with three-cheese.” You advised Y/N as Geraldine poured the hot coffee directly from the glass carafe. 

“Honey we can make ya whatever ya want, just say the word.” You watched as Geraldine shot her a sweet wink. 

“The western omelet sounds great, thank you ma’am.” Y/N smiled back as she sipped her coffee. 

“I’ll take you back to your motel after this, so you can not feel like a prisoner for a little while.” You told her, stirring the sugar into your coffee. 

“Shit, you don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that. I feel like I’ve had the same clothes on for weeks.” She sighed hard and her face lit up. 

“You’ve been here for like, three days, Y/N.” You teased with a wink. 

“God, you’re right…and so much shit has already happened! Maybe this actually is where my adventure was supposed to occur.” 

You furrowed your brow. “What adventure?”

She cleared her throat as she readjusted herself in her seat. “Remember when you asked me what I was running from?” 

You nodded. 

“Well, I kinda was running, kinda not. My fiancé and I had just broken up, and I set out looking for a big life adventure, ya know. I never got to go out and do the things I really wanted to do, be wild for a bit. See more than just little old Salvation.”

“…And you found yourself right back here in fuckin’ Joslyn.” You added.

“Ugh, yeah.” She rested her chin in her hands. “Atlanta feels so far away now…” she was staring out the window, watching two birds fight over a discarded French fry. 

You pulled her hands down, taking them in yours. “But you’re at least getting to experience the adventure part, right?”

A sly smile shot across her lips as she bit them in. “Yeah, it’s definitely been a ride so far.” She squeezed your palms. Fuck, she makes your heart beat fast. 

“What other things did you hope to experience on this life-changing trip?” You added, craning an eyebrow and releasing her hands. 

“Well, I wanted to meet new people, make some friends…I wanted to swim in a river, climb to the top of the highest mountain in every state I visited, just so I can say I did. I wanted to try new foods, go dancing, visit farmers markets and eat tomatoes right off the vines down south…I wanted to go wild. I hadn’t…my life had been so cookie-cutter for so many years, I didn’t get to enjoy it. My formative years, ya know? Sow my oats…” her tongue clicked at that last part, instantly making your dick jump. You knew exactly what she meant. 

You felt like you wanted to jump across the table. “All of those things sound like a lot of fun, Y/N. I hope you get to do them all one day…” your voice was flat, your heart rate picking up with each passing second. You don’t know why, but at that very second, you wanted to give her each and every one of the things she listed, and more. You wanted to help her. Be there with her to live out her forgotten dreams.  

“I hope I do too, Danny…” her eyes were bored into yours, her look soaking deep into your bones like no other woman had before. Fuck. 

After a long pause, she spoke again. “Will you walk me into my room when we get back? Check it out…? After last night, I…”

“Absolutely. I’ll walk you in. And I’ll fix your television.”

“How did you know it was broken?” She seemed surprised. 

“Noticed when I picked you up the other night. And nothing ever fucking works at that shit hole.” You explained. She smiled, a genuine smile that was begging you to keep going, keep talking to her, keep asking her about her life. 

So you did. Until breakfast was over, and it was time to leave. You paid Geraldine, and she waved you off with a wrapped-up biscuit for Jake. He’d get it later. 

The ride back to the motel was way more intense than the ride to Louie’s; it was almost as if her hands were burning holes in your skin. You held your left hand on her thigh just like you had before, squeezing it in all the right places. The confidence she had the first night you rode came back full-force. Her thumb hooked in your belt, her other fingers hanging right above your groin. Her other hand worked to hold her own hair back from her face, and you wished to God you had a photograph of the two of you right now. 

Her free hand drifted around your abdomen, running her fingertips from your back, around your side, and to your stomach again…her legs squeezing together, her hot breath on your shoulder blade…fuck. 

“You’re making it really hard for me to concentrate on the road, Miss Thing.” You finally admitted. 

“Nooo, you’re a professional. You’re doing just fine.” She said in your ear, the proximity sending a chill down your spine. You swallowed back the lump in your throat, hoping to recenter yourself and conceal what was happening in your jeans. 

“Well thank you for the encouragement…”

“Is it helping?” She purred, her lips brushing your ear now. 

“Fuck yeah it’s helping, a little too much, actually…” you laughed as you pulled into the parking lot of the motel in front of room #7.

You both hopped off as you kicked the stand, finally facing each other after the whirlwind of a ride in. You watched as she flattened out her wind-blown hair, pulling a few pieces that had slipped into her mouth. You found yourself giggling at how cute she was, making your stomach fill with butterflies just watching her. What is happening?

You watched as she unlocked the door, turning slightly as she pushed it open to invite you in. You took one last look up and down the sidewalk to check your surroundings, and when you felt it was clear, you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. 

“It’s just really fuzzy, the picture sometimes comes across, but then it buzzes up again.” She explained as she moved the bunny ears on the top of the TV set. 

“Let me take a look.” You waltzed to the TV, pulling it out from its place a little bit and messing with the wires and connections. She stood watching the screen, giving you a play-by-play as you fiddled. 

“Oh, there— wait. Nope. Gone again. There! Yes, there!” She squealed when you finally got the picture to stay steady. “Perfect! Leave it right there!”

You stepped away, holding your hands up as if it would screw up again if you moved too fast. But there it was, the perfect picture on the old 70’s model screen. 

“Yes, thank you Danny!” She brought both hands around your neck in a tight, excited embrace, laying the sweetest kiss right to your cheek before stepping away again. Wow. 

“I’m gonna hop in the shower, if you don’t care to hang out? I’ll only be a second…” she explained as she took her earrings out, laying them neatly on the bathroom sink. 

“Take your time, Jake will be fine. I’ll wait.” You responded, knowing that Jake probably did owe you a little personal time. You made yourself comfortable on the bed while she slipped into the bathroom. You removed your coveralls and boots and laid back down. After about 15 minutes of some shotty version of the news, you heard the bathroom door click open, revealing Y/N wrapped up in two terry cloth towels. 

Shit…take your eyes off her…

She was snooping around in her suitcase on the opposite bed, obviously making a scene out of showing off a little leg for you. 

“Maybe I should have joined you in the shower, you smell phenomenal.” You quipped, trying to lean into the flirting again. 

“It was just whatever was laying on the counter, here. But yeah, maybe you should’ve…” She giggled, pulling her hair from the towel. She was absolutely fucking gorgeous, and she was cutting away at your heartstrings, one by one. You sat up on the bed when she came to sit beside you, and you were dying to kiss her, touch her, anything at all to feel her near you again. 

She was holding the towel together between her breasts, her legs curled up underneath her as she moved her body in toward you. 

“How about I join you next time?” You asked as she brought her face close to yours, your noses brushing just barely. Your heart was flying out of your chest…you could taste her breath on your tongue. 

“I’ll hold you to that…” she whispered, moving her lips to brush yours just barely. You leaned in, wanting to feel more of her….the barely-there kiss wasn’t nearly enough. You took her chin between your fingers, almost like you’d done a couple nights ago before you left her a panting mess. 

You let yourselves breathe together, your breath mixing together as you held yourselves back from what you really, really wanted to do. It was killing you, not ravishing her entire, dripping body, right here, right now. Fuck…Y/N…

“Will you just fucking kiss me already, Danny?” She breathed out, smiling through her words as she said them. 

That was all it took, you let yourself crash into her, your lips finally connecting in a fury. It was hot, but not rushed; you allowed yourselves time to explore a bit before diving in head first. Her lips were sweet and spicy, like a familiar candy you couldn’t place. And soft and smooth, and delicious…

She finally opened her mouth a bit to let you in more, her tongue barely brushing your lip before pushing in all the way, searching for yours. You let her find it, connecting them together in what felt like a meeting you’d been waiting for for years. She tasted even sweeter once you began deepening the kiss, both of you fighting the urge to let your hands begin to wander. You finally remembered to breathe, letting your lungs fill as your lips tingled, your eyes opening and flitting closed again as you watched her kiss you back. 

Her hand was still gripping her towel, while her other rested on your upper thigh, fingertips slowly digging in every few seconds as your bodies became more comfortable with each other. Suddenly she pulled away, her eyes meeting yours in a flustered fury. “God damn, you’re a good kisser.” She blurted out. 

“Really?” You laughed. 

“Yeah, yessss...you’re a very good kisser.” She touched her fingertips to her lips like she could feel you there still, her cheeks pink and flustered as she did so. You wanted to tell her to drop the fuckin’ towel, get your ass over here and straddle me, let me show you how good of a kisser I really am… but you didn’t. You’d rather move things along at the pace they were going. It was almost fun watching her make her own moves; just like you’d told her, she was a mystery, like a code you wanted to crack…

The next thing you knew, it was like your fantasies were slowly becoming real life. She stood from beside you on the bed, releasing her hold on the towel, letting it fall to the floor. Her naked body stood before you, still a bit damp and blotchy from her hot shower. You felt no shame in letting your eyes rake over her body, biting your lips in as you did so. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Y/N…” you said, wringing your hands together in your lap. “I’m speechless…” 

She blushed a little, tilting her head to the side as a little bit of hair fell in front of her eye. She pulled it back, slotting it behind her ear. “Thank you, Danny.” 

She crawled into the bed behind you, slipping under the covers and pulling them up around her neck. She held her pointer finger up and wiggled it, signaling for you to come with her. 

Don’t gotta ask me twice. 

“I’m still a little dirty from work, baby…”

“Then go wash your hands and get back here…” she urged.

And you did. Really, really well. You splashed some water on your face, and even up your arms a bit. You rushed back into the room, stopping short of the bed to rip your t-shirt from your body. You lifted the sheets back to lay down next to her, your hands finding each other's bodies almost instantly. Your mouths met each other’s with a quickness again, your hands in such a flurried mess you could hardly tell which way was up, and which was down. 

Her hands tangled in your long curls, and your hands wrapped around her barren thighs with so much force you thought you might leave bruises. She was fuckin’ perfect…

She pulled you in by the hair, the swift action making your dick twitch again. You felt her tits pressed against your chest as you kissed her, making you growl with anticipation. You reached under her leg, pulling her closer so it hitched over your hip. You tried to pull the visual that her legs were spread wide across your lap, just barely out of view under the sheets. 

Her light moans and whines were killing you, and the more you pulled on each other's skin, the more you couldn’t stand it anymore. You had to have her. 

“I’m havin’ a really hard time not touchin’ you the way I want to, Y/N…” you breathed once as you came up for air. 

“How do you wanna touch me?” She asked, making your brain feel like it was fried. 

You craned your body up to hover over her, watching her chest rise and fall as she caught her breath. Her hand lifted up to wipe the sheen of sweat that had started to collect on your forehead, making you feel like you wanted to come undone already. 

You balanced, using one hand to gently touch her face… “Here…then here…” you let your single fingertip trace down her cheek, then her neck, then down to round off her tit. She bucked up, her hips lifting from the bed at your light touch. 

“Here…” your finger drifted down the center of her sternum, and down to her stomach, stopping short at her bellybutton. A soft moan escaped her throat, letting you know she was enjoying it, as featherlight as it was. “But mostly…” your finger drifted lower, stopping right above her slit. You brought your lips to hers again, kissing her deeply while leaving your finger a centimeter away from her clit. “Here…”

You both jumped hard at the shrill sound of the room phone ringing, breaking you away from the heated place you’d found yourselves in. 

“Fuck!” Y/N yelped, feeling the same immediate frustration as you. 

“Just ignore it…” you pleaded. 

But she didn’t. She reached over to grab the phone from the receiver, answering it harshly. 

“Hello?” She asked, listening as the person on the other end yelled in her ear. Wanda. You could hear every word she was saying. Y/N’s brow furrowed hard as she pulled the phone away from her ear. “Okay, thanks.”

“It’s Wanda. Said she’s gonna connect Jake to you.” She held the phone out for you. 

“That motherfucker, I swear. I can’t get one second to myself…” you held it up, listening for it to finish ringing out. 

“Daniel.” You heard Jake’s voice come across. 

“What, asshole? I’m kind of in the mid—”

“I need you to get back here, ASAP, please.”

“Jake, I’m a little busy, I’ll be back soon.”

“Danny we have a visitor…he brought his bike to be fixed, and I don’t fix bikes.” He cut the sentence there, and you could tell he was moving his body away to talk more privately. 

“It’s Joey…and he’s acting really weird, man. He’s snooping around and shit…I know he has at least two weapons on him—”

“Why would he be snooping? We have nothing to hide…from him, at least…” you reasoned. 

“No, we don’t. Which is why I’m confused. I think he’s on a recon mission or some shit.” He sighed a deep breath. “Can you please just come diagnose this bike so we can get him the fuck out of here?”

“Yeah, shit. Yeah, I’ll be there soon.”

“Tell her to lock her door and push the dresser in front of it when you leave. Tell her we’ll be back soon once we get this straightened out. This feels weird, Danny. I dunno…” you could hear the strange sound in his voice, and normally his gut was right. 

“Alright, give me just a few.” You handed her the phone and she hung it up and placed it back on the table as you grumbled in the bed beside her. “So much for an afternoon delight!”

“What was that about?” She asked as you pulled yourself from the bed. 

“I’ve gotta go. Some remnants of last night have trickled over into today, don’t need to leave Jake alone for it.” You pulled on your coveralls and boots as you looked back down to her, naked and alone in the bed. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry. I feel like I keep leaving you high and dry.” You leaned a knee on the bed, taking her cheek in your hand. 

“Definitely not fucking dry, if we’re being honest…” she rolled her eyes. 

“Fuck…” you laughed, wanting to continue what you started so badly it was killing you. “I need you…I need you to pull the dresser in front of the door when I leave, okay? I’ll explain later, just. Lock the door, don’t let anybody in here. I shouldn’t be long.”

“What? Pull the dresser?! Danny, I’m getting sick of this, why do I need to hide?! I’m trying to get the fuck out of town!” You could tell her blood was boiling already. 

“I know, Y/N, but—”

“No buts, Danny. I’m sick of this. I’m a grown woman, I make my own decisions, and you’re treating me like I’m a child you’re not proud of. Hiding me away…” she got up from the bed and made her way to her suitcase, pulling on a large shirt. “Should you leave me a weapon? Am I going to have to fight someone off like you and Jake fought last night?!” She yelled, tears fighting to spring free. 

Just then, you heard a few loud engines trucking their way down the road in the direction of the shop. Whether or not they were going there, you weren’t sure, but…

“Listen. Pull the dresser. Lock the door. I will not be long.” You used a little bit of command, walking back to her and taking her face forcefully in your hands. You looked deep in her eyes as you tried to explain it all in 4 seconds, before laying your lips to hers in one last goodbye kiss. “I promise you I’ll explain it all soon. And I’ll come back and finish what we started here, hm? Okay?” 

This was so unfair to her. 

She ripped her face away, sending you out the door. “Just fuckin’ go.” She sent you the tiniest smirk as you backed out the door, giving you a sliver of hope that maybe she wasn’t entirely done with you and your shit. 

“I’ll be back, baby…”

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“About fuckin’ time.” Jake spat at you as you walked through the metal door. 

“Jesus Christ, I got here as soon as I could.” You snapped back as you walked toward Joey and the bike. 

“Pretty long fuckin’ breakfast, if you ask me—”

You snapped your head around, stopping Jake in his tracks. “What, are you jealous? She was in your bed last night, not my problem if you didn’t make a move.”

You heard him huff a breath out his nose, and his lack of an answer let you know that no, they obviously didn’t hook up last night. Good. 

You strutted to Joey, immediately jovially greeting him. “Hey, Joe. How’s it goin’? What do we have going on here?” You squatted down to the bike that Jake and Joey already had propped up on the block. 

“Startin’ to lose power, I hardly made it up the hill, here. Got a funny smell, too.” Joey answered with his arms crossed. Joey hadn’t been riding his bike long, but he knew enough about it to know the simple answer to this problem. You watched as he shot his eyes back and forth around the shop, looking behind you to Jake, to the loft, to the back rooms… 

“When’d you change the filter last?” You inquired, trying to distract him from his wandering eyes. 

“Ah, couple months. Shouldn't be ready for a new one quite yet.” He replied, spitting his snuff directly onto the shop floor. As unclean as you and Jake were, that was one thing you both could not fucking stand. Jake’s head popped up from inside the Chevy, and you watched as he shook his head in disgust. 

“We’re around a lot of dust here, Joey. Check the fuel injectors?” You stood and walked to your tool kit, already knowing exactly how to fix his issue.

“Yup.” He nodded his head, giving you nothing more. This guy really isn’t as smart as you thought he was. 

“Hey, where’s that sweet little thing that’s been hangin’ round? She ain’t here?” Joey asked through his snuff-stained teeth. 

Your eyes met Jake’s for a split second. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about Joey?” 

“I seen her ‘bouts. Boy, if she ain’t a pretty penny, huh? Bet she tastes sweet up under them tight jeans, too. Mmmhm, I’d like to have me a piece of that—”

You stood quick, shaking your towel with one quick whip through the air as you met Joey’s eyes, silently threatening him to shut his fuckin’ mouth before you shut it for him. 

You squatted back down, and popped off a few pieces exposing the completely clogged air filter. You pulled it free, holding it up to Joey. “There’s your problem. Fuel injectors are probably clogged, too.”

These things were trashed. No way he just cleaned them. 

So he lied. Jake was right. He fed you a bullshit reason to get here, and stay here. Waiting for her. 

“Well I’ll be a sumbitch.” He cackled, spitting again. 

“Why don’t you watch me do this so you won’t have to come to me for such a simple fix next time…?” You offered. 

“What, is my money no good here?” He pressed, stepping forward. 

“Didn’t say that, Joe. Just figured you knew how to fix this, seein’ that you’ve been riding awhile now.” You tried to undermine his intelligence and the fact that you were on to him. Both of you. 

“But I’m more than happy to get you a new filter and clean these injectors. Take me five minutes. Then I’ll have your total on a bill upstairs.” You shot back, getting to work as quickly as possible. 

Within ten minutes, you had the bike fixed, hoping that that was the only problem he had. Routine maintenance wasn’t something you were too keen on doing, especially for someone like Joey. 

You handed Joey the bill as he pulled out a few tens from his wallet. “Ya know, Danny…it’s a damn good thing you mechanic better than you play poker, Jake too.” You watched his eyes shoot to Jake, still working up under the Chevy. “Shocking you keep winning, as shitty as you are. Strikes me as somethin’ a little more than luck, hm?”

Joey raised his eyebrow as your stomach sank. Were they onto what happened last night? No way…everyone was there watching you fight…

“Joey, this will make the second time I ask you what the fuck you’re talking about.” You said stoically, acting as though you truly had no clue. 

He laughed low, scanning his eyes up and down you. “Thanks for the tune up, son. Catch you boys elsewhere.” Joey said, spitting on the ground yet again as he hopped on the bike, pulling it out of the bay in a cloud of dust. 

Jake rolled the creeper out, a look of surprise written all over his face. “Fuck, have they caught on?”

“Hell if I know. But you were right. That was a recon mission. They are looking for her…” You slammed the towel down again, shutting all the drawers back on your tool kit. “He’s going to report back that she wasn’t here. They know where she’s stayin’, Jake.”

“Did she pull the dresser?” He asked, standing quickly from the floor. 

“Yeah, yeah. I told her to. She’s layin’ low. God, they’re gonna go after her aren’t they?” You suddenly felt a wave of nervousness shake your bones. What had you gotten her into?

Jake was already running to the wall, ripping his keys from the hook. “Yeah. They sure as fuck are. I’ll go get her. Get her shit from the Scout and lock the shop up. I’ll be back.”

And for the third time in three days, you listened to exactly what Jake told you to do, with no argument whatsoever. 

——

JAKE POV

Your tires spin as you pull out of the lot, your hand gripping the steering wheel as the other flicks open your zippo, holding the windblown flame to the tip of your cigarette. The metallic clink sounds particularly loud as you toss it to the bench seat. You pull the cigarette from your mouth letting the smoke dissipate through the window as you let out a sigh. “Man, fuck.”

You knew it only took six minutes to get from the shop to the motel but for some reason it felt like it had been twenty. You puffed on your cigarette a few more times, flicking it out the window as you pulled into the parking lot of the motel. You threw your door open and looked around, seeing not a soul in sight, but you knew Wanda was watching. Bitch.

You stepped up to her door, knocking three times as your heart raced with adrenaline. Open the door Y/N… “Hello? Who is it?” you heard her muffled voice say through the door. 

“It’s me. It’s Jake. Open the door.” you reply hastily, leaning on the door frame. You can hear her rustling around behind the door, hoping she’s moving the dresser out of the way. You hear the chain release and the door cracks open.

“Jake?” she questions, pulling it open a little wider. “What are you doing here? I thought Danny was coming back.”

“Well surprise, you get me instead. Try not to be too disappointed.” you quip, pushing the door farther open and stepping inside. You shut the door behind you, spinning the lock and making your way over towards her suitcase. “Pack your things, we’re leaving.”

“What? No?” she says, crossing her arms across her chest. “What’s going on? Where is Danny.” she demands.

“He’s at the shop. Please get your shit together, we’re running out of time…” you say a little more sternly, running your hand over your mouth. The nicotine in your system has you shaking a bit, or maybe it was the adrenaline, either way you were growing more anxious by the second and the more she pressed the more you unnerved you became.

“Why do I have to leave? Where am I going to go? I paid for this room for seven days!” she snaps, stomping her foot like an insolent child. You huff out a laugh before swallowing and attempting to regain your composure, trying to pretend that her defiance wasn’t kind of making your dick hard.

“Y/N, we’ve got five minutes tops to get the fuck out of this room. You can pack your shit, or I will pack it for you, and I can promise you won’t like it. So either get started or step aside.” you order. She cuts her eyes at you, pausing as she makes her decision. She storms over to her suitcase grabbing her things from the dresser and packing them inside. She glares at you as you lean against the wall, watching her pull her items from the closet. She walks over to the bed, and begins putting on her shoes, very clearly not happy that you’re ordering her around with no answers. You raise your eyebrows at her as you pull your keys from your pocket, spinning them around on your pointer finger before catching them in your hand. 

“You ready?” you ask, pushing off the wall towards her. You reach to grab the suitcase off the bed, shock shooting through you as she cowers away from you. Did she think you were going to hit her or some shit? Fuck, is she scared of you?

You watched her face grow red as she realized she made a jump reaction. You swallowed back the lump in your throat as you gently grabbed the suitcase from her side. She stood and turned off the TV, with her eyes cast to the floor in embarrassment. 

“Come on, we don’t have much longer.” you say as softly as you can, twisting the lock and opening the door. You look out to the lot, still seeing only your truck, and continuing out the door. You toss her suitcase in the bed, and slide into the driver's side, pulling the lock on the passenger side to let her in. Seconds later you were pulling out of the parking lot, making your way back to the garage. You light a cigarette and glance over to her, still seeing her arms crossed over her chest and a pink tint on her cheeks. You lean over and roll down the window just enough to let some air hit her skin, and you see her physically relax. Well, at least a little. 

You hold your cigarette between your fingers as you make your way down the empty road, glancing over at her again as she stares out the side window. You take another drag from your cigarette, gathering your nerve before tossing it out the window and placing your hand on the wheel. You swallow and turn to her. “I’m not going to hurt you, you know.”

She looks over at you, “I don’t know if that’s true.” she breathes. 

“I promise you. That’s the last thing I want.” you say, letting your right arm snake up over the headrests, your fingers resting dangerously close to her hair. You couldn’t push the image out of your mind of how it would look wrapped around your fist. How soft and silky it would be sliding through your fingers. Fuck. No. Stop.

“What do you want, Jake? Why do I have to leave the motel? Why won’t either of you tell me anything?” she cracks, letting the waver in her voice show her emotion. “I just wanted you to fix my car! I just wanted to get out of here…I–”

“I know. I know you did. And I will fix your car. I swear. I just– I need you to trust me, okay? Me and Daniel. Just trust us. I promise we are only looking out for you. We’re gonna get you fixed up and out of here as soon as we can. I promise.” you confess. And while that was true, it would be a lie if you said you were doing your most timely work. 

“I’m scared.” she admits, her hands fidgeting in her lap. You move your hand from the headrest, reaching down to calm her nervous hands, feeling her soft cool skin on your palm. “Of me?”

Her eyes flick down to your hand covering hers, before meeting your eyes. “No.” she answers far too quickly, pausing for a second and turning to look at you again, “Well, a little bit.”

Shit.

You nervously clear your throat, “Don’t be scared of me. I won’t hurt you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” you say, pulling your hand away from hers as you turn into the driveway of the shop.

She nods her head and straightens up her posture, “I still want to know what the hell is going on.” she demands.

You put the truck in park and pull the keys from the ignition, stepping out to grab her suitcase from the truck bed, nodding for her to follow you into the shop. You hear her shoes crunching in the gravel behind you as you make your way to the door, putting your key in the lock and pulling the door open. You let her walk in first, arms crossed over her chest as she disappears down the hallway. You lock the door behind you and set her suitcase down, pocketing your keys and setting off to find Daniel.

As you stepped into the kitchen you saw her standing near the sink, leaning into the countertop as Danny pulled her in for a hug, but before he could wrap his arms around her, she pushed him away, and created a bit of space between them. “No.” 

She pointed to the two wooden chairs at the kitchen table with a raised brow. “Both of you, sit.” she instructed.

A smirk pulled across your lips at her little show of power, so you did as she said, curious to see where this was going to go. You kind of liked when she got bossy, kind of made you wonder if– No. 

You crossed your leg over your knee and leaned back in the chair, pulling your carton of cigarettes from your pocket, and flicking your zippo to life. Daniel followed suit, taking the other chair and sending you a confused look and he popped the lid on his beer. You shrugged your shoulders and turned your attention back to Y/N.

She places her hands on her hips and narrows her eyes, glaring at the two of you with a look that could kill. You knew better than to fuck with a woman scorned, and goddamn if the sight didn’t have you hot under the collar. “Alright, you two are going to tell me what the fuck is going on here. Immediately.”

You let out a breath of smoke and turn to Daniel, who was rubbing his hands over his face in anguish. He looks over to you, and you nod in agreement, watching as he bites his lips together and lets his eyes flick up to hers. 

“Fuck. Alright. Let’s start with Ace…”

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‘you’re too sweet for me’ - graham dunne

warnings: just pure fluff with graham, billy’s an asshole (shocker), smoking, alcohol, drugs

a/n: enjoy!! i am in my missing djats era <3

“do you think we’ll ever have a normal life?”

you took a drag off of graham’s cigarette before putting it back between his lips, the question he just asked lingering in the air among the group sitting on the balcony of billy and camilla’s house.

“graham, don’t be philosophical,” said billy, rolling his eyes, “i hate it when you do that.”

“you don’t have to be a dick about it,” graham muttered, only loud enough for you to hear as he exhaled smoke.

you laughed lightly. your head was on graham’s lap and your feet were on eddie’s lap as you sprawled across the one couch that they had for outdoor furniture.

he smiled down at you and took a swig of the beer he was holding.

billy and camilla started talking about something else and eddie and warren started throwing a football back and forth.

“the stars look so pretty tonight,” you said as you stared up at the sky.

graham’s face popped into your vision and he grinned as you rolled your eyes, “sorry, am i blocking your view?”

you smiled back and shrugged nonchalantly, “i dunno, i could say it got better.”

his ears went red. “could?”

“i definitely could say it, but i won’t because i don’t wanna give you that satisfaction,”

graham rolled his eyes but laughed, “you’re the worst.”

“oh i definitely believe that you think that,” you said sarcastically, grinning up at the curly haired man.

graham laughed again and brought his beer bottle to his lips. as he did, warren’s throw of the football went a bit awry and flew right into the bottle, causing graham’s arm to jolt and cold beer to splash all over your face and shirt.

“fucking hell, warren!” you shrieked, sitting up and trying to wipe the beer off of your face.

“shit, sorry!” he replied, trying so hard to hide his evident laughter.

billy and camilla stopped their conversation at the commotion, and camilla immediately ran inside to grab a towel.

billy however, started laughing and doubled over in uncontrollable laughter.

you glared at him as you stood up and headed towards the door, needing to find a towel and a clean shirt.

“fuck you, billy,” you hissed as you passed him, as he continued to laugh.

you ran inside to see camilla holding a towel out. you smiled softly, thanking her.

upstairs in the bathroom, you pulled your shirt off and dried off your chest. your shirt was soaked as you hung it over the shower curtain to dry.

you walked back into the bedroom and heard a knock at the door.

“come in,”

the door opened and you heard graham’s voice, “hey, i’m sorry about them. are you okay-oh-sorry-“ he looked up, and tried to back out of the room.

you laughed lightly, “graham, it’s okay,”

he pushed the door back open and smiled lightly.

“and i’m alright. cold, but alright.”

graham walked into the room and watched as you grabbed a t-shirt, pulling it over your head.

he saw goosebumps rise on your still exposed skin and without thinking about it, shrugged off his hoodie, stepped closer to you and pulled it over your shoulders.

he moved your hair so that it wasn’t stuck in the back of his sweater and smiled, “it looks good on you,”

“thanks graham cracker,” you said, smiling back at him.

he rolled his eyes at the nickname. you were the only person he’d ever let get away with saying it, although he’d never let you know that.

“do you wanna head back outside?” he asked, his eyes focused and soft as he looked into yours.

“in a few minutes. i wanna stay here with you for a few quiet minutes. it’s peaceful.”

he chuckled but obliged, “how much of this is the wine talking?”

“would you believe me if i told you none at all?”

graham shook his head and you smiled up at him, turning your head to the side.

“graham,” you paused, unsure of how he was going to react to your next words.

“yea?” he asked, his eyes reflecting concern.

“would you kiss me?” your voice lowered to a whisper as your eyes flickered to his lips.

you watched as graham dunne’s face split into the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen as he grabbed your face gently between both of his hands.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

Sick Day

Steven Grant x female reader

Characters: Steven Grant x female reader

Rating: mature

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Steven takes care of you when you're sick and you want to repay his kindness 😏

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, a lot of him calling reader 'love', that's about it

A/N: I have never written for the moon boys before. I don't mention the alters in this, I wanted this one to just be about Steven because he deserves so much love. It's fluff with some smut (probably a little self-indulgent); hopefully I did him justice.

Comments and reblogs welcome!

It started halfway through your shift at the office, that feeling that you were coming down with something. Head congested, sinus pressure, body aches, it hit you all at once. By the time you made it back home to the apartment you shared with Steven, you were barely staying upright. Apparently, you must have looked as badly as you felt, because as soon as he came out of his office to greet you, concern flashed across his face. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked, moving to embrace you. Backing up, you said “please stay away, I don’t want to get you sick too. I think it’s just a cold or something. Too much time in the rain, or maybe too much public transportation.” Grimacing, you threw your purse on the table by the door. “Let me take care of you tonight, darling,” he said, and even though you felt like garbage, it still warmed your heart.

He proceeded to run you a bath, even adding eucalyptus oil to soothe your congestion. He helped you remove your clothes, and you sank gratefully into the hot water, letting it seep into your aching muscles. He stayed with you, keeping you company and helping you bathe. He ran the washcloth gently over your body, and you sank into his touch. When he was done, you dried off while he grabbed your robe from the back of the door. “You go get comfortable in bed, and I’ll bring you some soup,” he offered. You accepted gratefully, throwing on your softest pajamas and turning the tv to a mindless reality show. He returned before long, holding a tray with a steaming bowl of soup and some crackers. He even brought a bottle of cold medicine. Your heart swelled. He had to be the most thoughtful, caring man you had ever met. 

You ate quickly, like you were starving. After drinking the awful tasting medicine, you could barely hold your eyes open. He came back in to get your bowl and gave you a tender kiss on the forehead. “Get some rest, love,” he whispered, turning off the light as he exited the room. 

When you finally woke up the next day, you almost had a panic attack when you looked at the clock and saw it was 2:30, and judging by the sunlight streaming through the window, it was afternoon, not morning. You jumped out of bed, almost tripping in the tangle of twisted sheets. Running to the kitchen, you searched for your phone to call your boss. “Hello darling, how are you feeling?” Steven asked when he saw you. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I’ve missed almost an entire day of work!” you said, anxiety taking over. “Love, it’s Saturday. You don’t work today,” he reminded you. Relief coursed through you. Of course. Once you calmed down, you realized you actually did feel a lot better. Then you remembered the previous night. 

“You're right, I’m sorry. Thank you so much for everything you did for me yesterday. I feel much better now. Maybe it was just a 24-hour thing,” you told him, and his cheeks turned an adorable shade of red from your praise. “Nonsense, it was nothing. I’m glad you’re well,” he replied. You moved over to him, hugging him tightly. “I am so grateful for you, Steven,” you told him, placing a feather soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” you said, heading for the bathroom. Using your best smelling soap - and actually being able to smell it - finished lifting your mood. You decided you wanted to do something to show Steven just how much you appreciated him, and there was one surefire way to accomplish that. 

Wrapping yourself in a towel, you exited the bathroom. He was in his office, nose buried in a book. He looked up when he realized you were in the doorway. Walking over to him, you slowly unwrapped the towel from around you, dropping it on the floor. He visibly shivered looking at you, desire vibrating off every inch of him, and you could feel the excitement pooling between your legs. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked, looking deep into your eyes for confirmation. “Yes baby, I’m sure.”

Closing the distance between you, you straddled him in his chair, kissing him deeply. Tongues tangling, he ran his hands over your body, roaming over you like he had never touched you before. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his erection through his pants. You ground down onto him, searching for contact. Running your hands through his chocolate curls, you gasped as he touched your breasts, tracing small circles with his fingertips, hardening your nipples. Then he took first one, then the other into his warm mouth, sucking softly, the sensation pulling sounds from you that you didn’t know were possible. “Come with me,” you said breathlessly, dragging him from the chair and toward your bedroom. 

All of your plans went out the window once you reached the bed. He quickly removed his clothes, pushing you onto the mattress and crawling on top of you. One look in his wide lust-blown eyes and you knew you were done for. “Steven…,” you whined as he positioned himself between your thighs and slid inside you. This was unusual, the lack of foreplay, sex without preamble. “Sorry, love, need you now, couldn’t wait,” he grunted as his thrusts became steady, pushing deeper each time. 

Relishing the feeling of being full of him, you wanted to give him anything he wanted, give him the world if that’s what he asked for. The look of utter concentration on his gorgeous face as he worked so hard to please you made you even wetter. “That’s it baby, you feel so good fucking me like that,” you told him, and the praise from you seemed to break loose something in him. He grasped your hips, pulling your center as tightly against him as he could. Sweat dripped down his chest and you reached out to lick it off. He trembled at the feeling of your tongue on his skin, and you bit gently at his nipples, pulling groans from him that you wished you could record for later. Clenching down on his dick, desperately seeking release, you hissed as he placed a thumb on your swollen clit. Swirling gently, applying just the right amount of pressure, he worked your body until pulses of white-hot lightning shot through you over and over. Yelling his name repeatedly, an orgasmic love song, Steven also reached his climax, shooting his warm seed into you and he collapsed on the bed beside you, wrung out. 

Rolling over next to him, you placed your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat slowing as you drew random patterns on his torso with your fingernails. You looked up at him adoringly. “Thank you, Steven,” you said sincerely. “What on earth for, love?” he asked, genuinely puzzled, running a hand through his curls. “For being you. For always taking care of me and just for...well, everything. I love you,” you replied, hoping he fully understood just how much he meant to you. Holding him tightly, you knew right beside him was the only place you ever wanted to be. 

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Second Chance Chapter 3

"Thank you for coming after me tonight," Roman said quietly as they sat at the table, half-heartedly munching on crackers and pepperoni slices.

"You're welcome. I'm glad I was able to be there for you," Janus answered sincerly. "I'm just sorry I wasn't faster."

"You did your best. It would have been a lot worse if you weren't there at all.

"It was bad enough," Janus answered softly. "And you don't have to pretend it wasn't just because I showed up. It's no slight to me that this still hurt and scared you. Having help doesn't lessen the weight of what just happened to you. You don't have to invalidate yourself for my sake."

Roman nodded. "I'll try to keep that in mind." He sighed and rubbed his face. "I'm so tired, but I'm scared to sleep."

"You can sleep in the bed with me," Janus offered, "that way you won't be alone."

Roman snorted and scrubbed one eyes. "Are you sure you want me in your bed with how gross I am right now?"

"I'm sure," Janus confirmed, feeling a touch guilty that once upon a time the idea of one of them being getting into bed unwashed would have been an argument. "Your well-being is more important to me than a little sweat. Bedding is washable. You're more than welcome to shower if that would make you feel better though. We already know you fit fine into my clothes, anyway."

"I want to, but...I don't know if it would help. I don't- I feel really weird, Janus." Roman scrubbed his face with both hands.

"You're still dissociated, sweetheart, not to mention probably a little concussed. It's going to take time to recover from the shock of everything. If you want, I can sit in the bathroom with you while you shower. That way I can be there to get you out or help if you get overwhelmed."

Roman nodded. "I really just want to feel clean, Jan."

"I'll help you."

Roman blinked slowly and found himself in the tub, leaned against Janus's fully clothed chest, tucked under his chin, and covered in a soaking wet towel. The water was still running.

"What happened?"

Janus stroked his head. "You had a panic attack and fell. I was afraid you'd fall again if I tried getting you out of the shower fully, so I just covered you up and sat with you. I didn't want you getting cold, just sitting here wet so I left the water on."

"I'm tired, Janus."

"Let's get you dressed and into bed then."

"Sorry," Roman groaned and used the edge of the tub to push himself upright.

"It's alright, darling, really." Janus turned the water off and helped Roman to his feet. "You don't have to keep apologizing."

Janus stepped out of the shower and quickly grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around Roman, who let the wet towel fall with splat! and quickly covered himself up again. Janus took his arm and guided him out of the tub and helped him dry off and dress.

Roman shook his head. "You're shaking," he realized.

"I'm alright," Janus shivered. "Just need to get out of these wet clothes."

"Janus!" Roman scolded, suddenly coming fully into the moment with a sharp clarity.

"It's okay. I'm taking care of you right now, remember? And you're dressed now so I can do just that."

Roman shook his head. "Take those off, I'll go get you new clothes."

"Alright, alright, no need to fuss," Janus grumbled through chattering teeth and began stripping.

Roman slipped into the bedroom and easily found the clothes he was looking for in the same places they had always been. It was almost like they'd never broken up. Almost.

He tapped on the door before entering the bathroom again and silently held out the clothes.

Janus snatched them up gratefully with a muttered thanks. His hands shook as he tried to get them on as quickly as he could, causing him to nearly trip himself as he stepped into the underwear.

Roman caught him and propped him upright again. "Let me help," he said softly.

Janus's heart fluttered to hear that tone from him again and he nodded, letting Roman help dress him in turn.

"You're always so cold," Roman complained and pulled Janus into his arms, trying to warm him, once he was fully dressed again.

"And you're always so warm," Janus shuddered, nuzzling into his chest.

"You should have changed first."

Janus shook his head. "That would have taken too long. I didn't want to distress you further. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. Ready to try to get some rest."

"Let's go lie down then."

---

"Janus?" Roman spoke into the dim light that seeped from under the bathroom door. Janus had insisted on leaving the light on for him in lieu of a proper night light.

"Yeah, Ro?"

"I'm sorry too. I was mean and snappy, I just...wasn't kind. I was awful at communication and I just blamed you instead of trying to do better."

"In your defense, sometimes it was my fault," Janus pointed out and turned on his side. "Neither of us were great at communicating and we both dug our heels in rather than trying to sort it out. I forgive you, darling."

"Thank you," Roman spoke softly. "I forgive you too."

Janus smiled and nuzzled a little closer to Roman's side. "Look at us, communicating like healthy adults. How far we've come."

Roman snorted. "It only took us how many years?"

"That doesn't matter. We're figuring it out now. That's what's important."

"I've really missed you, Jan," Roman nearly whispered.

"I've missed you too. I can't tell you how shocked I was to hear your voice when you called tonight."

"I wasn't sure you'd even answer," Roman admitted. "I just...didn't know what else to do. I didn't have anyone else to call."

"I'm going to be honest, I didn't even realize it was you at first. I didn't bother checking the caller ID."

Roman was quiet a moment, staring up at the ceiling above him. "Would you have answered if you did know?"

"Yes," Janus answered without hesitation, watching the outline of Roman's profile. "At that hour of the night, absolutely. I would have answered anyway, but at that time of night? There are no good phone calls after midnight. I never hated you, Roman. I hope you know that. We fought, and things didn't work out between us, but I never hated you."

"I never hated you either. I was just...selfish."

"We both were. You always see people talk about going separate ways because they're too different. I think for us, we were too much the same. Both had the same needs and wants that we couldn't figure out how to fulfill for each other. We couldn't give each other what neither of us had. Our problems were mutual, sweetheart, don't just blame yourself."

Roman snorted. "I don't know about that. I think I've been the problem in every relationship I've been in."

"So have I. That doesn't mean none of our past partners have been perfect or without issue. Recognizing your flaws takes an incredible amount of maturity, it's not something everyone is willing to do. I wasn't doing it while we were together. Unfortunately, recognizing that is only half the battle, the rest is working on those issues. And that can be really difficult to do, especially with an unsupportive partner. And I wasn't very supportive of you."

Roman turned to Janus and snuggled closer, letting his eyes fall closed. "You're supporting me now. Thank you for doing that."

Janus stroked his hair as he drifted off. "You're welcome, my love."

[captain-mj]

S'mores Mocha

Here ya go :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Ghost dragged himself out of bed. He was more than a little disappointed Soap hadn’t stayed, but he supposed he understood. Work was work and Soap seemed to take his job very seriously

He went to see Soap as always. Soap brightened immediately and slid a drink over to him. “It’s a thing I’m trying. You’re my guinea pig.” 

Ghost looked at the drink. Dark coffee with marshmallows topping it and graham cracker crumbs covering it. He sipped it. “S’mores?”

“Bingo!” Soap leaned over and kissed his cheek through the fabric, setting Ghost on fire inside. “Think it could be a permanent part of the menu?”

“Oh, definitely. What would you name it?”

“Think of something for me.” Soap smiled.

“Doing less with s’mores.”

Soap laughed. “I like this. Didn’t know you were funny.”

“Oh, I definitely am. I make everyone at work frustrated with me.”

“Tell me another one?”

Ghost thought about it before leaning in. “Why is it so easy to shoot a fish in a barrel?”

“Why?”

“It’s already in the gun.” 

Soap stared at him, visibly fighting off laugher before he cracked and started giggling. “I see why they get frustrated! That was terrible!” 

“You have any?”

“Hmm. Where do you learn to make ice cream?”

“Where?”

“Sundae school.” Soap smiled, cleary proud of himself as Ghost laughed. “You have a nice laugh. You should use it more often.” 

Ghost flushed and smiled at him. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out again?” 

Soap hummed. “Do you want to just come by my house?” 

Ghost nodded immediately. “Sure. Text me your address?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart. I’ll see you tonight.” He winked and let Ghost take the drink. 

Ghost went to Alejandro and Rodolfo’s place when he was done since it was getting later in the day and they should be open. Alejandro wanted details and Ghost once again regretted letting Jason have their phone numbers. Dude did not know how to keep his mouth shut. 

“It was fine.”

“It must’ve been fantastic if you’re willing to say.” Alejandro acted like he had a book of translations for Ghost. Most of the translations were wrong, but he got it right this time. 

Ghost groaned though, not wanting for them to know he wanted to gush about it. “He’s so empathetic. And fun. Self proclaimed adrenaline junkie which is perfect for me.” 

“You could take him flying.” Rodolfo pointed out. His own wings, downy soft and feathered were out. Angelic wasn’t the first time Ghost would use to describe Rodolfo, but he looked the part with his wings out. That wasn’t to be disparagingly, he thought Rodolfo was great. But you see a man kill a group of people and keep walking and its hard to consider them holy in any regard. 

“No. Have to let him know what I am.”

“Are you sure he’s human?” Alejandro tilted his head. “Apparently Gaz has met him before, though he didn’t know much about him. Barely remembers him really.” 

Ghost thought back to the aquarium. “He got upset at the idea of a mermaid in a tank. Shows a level of empathy to monsters most human don’t really have if they think we’re fake. But I haven’t seen anything.”

“Tried and true method is to wear an iron ring.” Rodolfo pointed out. “Though, may cause an awkward conversation between you two if it burns him.”

Ghost thought about it. “Yeah. Might try that.” He ate with them and then left to Soap’s.

Alejandro noticed he had gotten a text from Gaz. “hey why are you asking questions about Soap”

“Oh, he and Ghost have been dating.” He didn’t think much of it. Ghost would never tell them willingly, but he doubted he’d get very upset he told Gaz. 

“I’m sorry, they’re dating? How long?” The sudden punctuation caught Alejandro off guard. 

“They’re not that serious. Why?”

“I just didn’t really see Ghost as that kind of guy. Won’t last very long.” 

Alejandro realized he was clearly missing something. He decided to call Gaz.

-

Ghost arrived and knocked on his door. Soap had a proper house which was funny for some reason. The hallway inside was rather bare and there were placed in the dust on the wall and table that suggested there was usually stuff there. He didn’t question it though because his ski mask was shoved up and Soap was kissing his neck, pinning him to the wall. For a brief moment, panic ran through him but he forced himself to relax and let Soap press against him. The rings on his hands glinted and Ghost kept following those gorgeous hands. 

Ghost ran his hands down his back, admiring the muscle, the softness. He pushed Soap away just long enough to remove his shirt. Soap quickly got Ghost’s off as well, keeping them on equal footing. They met in the middle before Soap started to kiss down his body, sinking to his knees. Ghost quickly tangled his hands in his hair. 

The only thing Ghost could hear was his own breathing and Soap undoing his buckle. He took a deep breath before immediately having it punched out of him by Soap’s mouth. He sank his teeth into his glove to keep quiet and felt Soap’s fingertips dig into his hips as he pulled away. 

“Simon, I want to hear you.” 

They hadn’t even made it through the rest of the house and Ghost was wondering if they were right. If Soap was a succubus or demon trying to steal his soul. He’d hand it over if Soap just asked. 

Ghost quickly put his hand back on Soap’s head and groaned as he took him back into his mouth. He wasn’t the most vocal, but he didn’t muffle anything and that seemed to be good enough for Soap. His tongue ran along one of Ghost’s veins and he turned bright red as he moaned. 

Ghost tapped him quickly to warn him but Soap continued on. When he came, Soap just happily swallowed around him before pulling off and looking up at him. 

“Are you okay with me topping tonight?” He asked it casually, like he was asking if he wanted a drink. 

Ghost would let Soap flay him open and eat his heart. Instead of saying something like that, he just nodded and let Soap lead him forward. 

Giving up control was never something Ghost was good at, but Soap was so nice about it. He put him on his back in the bed that smelled like salt and Soap and kissed him all over. Ghost’s skin felt like it was on fire, not used to being touched so much, so fast or so intimately. 

Soap’s tongue ran along the pulse point in his throat and Ghost ripped off his mask to toss it elsewhere. His hands trembled until Soap pulled them to his hips, running his own hands along Ghost’s chest eagerly. He kissed all over him. 

Ghost slowly, slowly relaxed. Johnny wouldn’t hurt him. 

Soap was incredibly sweet as he prepped him. He held him while he fucked him, kissing Ghost’s face as he pushed into him. They tangled together more and more and Ghost wanted to give in. He wanted to give him everything. 

Once they were done, Soap had marked up his shoulders and thighs with bites and Ghost was pretty sure he hadn’t been this sore in ages. Soap was running his hands through Ghost’s hair, their legs still intertwined. He scratched gently at Ghost’s scalp and Ghost had to bite his lip to keep from purring. 

“I’m going to go shower. If you want to join me, you can.”

“I’ll be there in just a minute.” Ghost whispered back, kissing his hand as he pulled away. Now that he was alone in the bed, he noticed the smell. Soap hadn’t worn cologne as long as he had known him, but it was soaked into his bedsheets. Maybe it was just his detergent. Ghost decided to just push it away, not wanting to think about it. Instead, he joined Soap in the shower, flinching at how cold it was. 

“Jesus. Problems with your water heater?”

“No, just prefer it cold.” Soap turned it up a bit for him and Ghost pressed in close to soak up any body heat he could. “I’d think a military man like you would be used to it.”

“I quickly climbed the rank to Lieutenant specifically for hot showers.” Ghost nuzzled along his neck. 

Soap laughed. “You’re so cuddly after sex. Are you like that for everyone or just me?”

Ghost growled at him and nipped under his jaw. He knew the truth was yes, it was just Johnny. Something about him made him soft. 

“You’re so cute, sweetheart.” Soap squeezed his biceps, pulling his attention back on him instead of in his head. They washed up and Ghost grimaced as he had to pull on his dirty clothes again. 

“Oh, I have something that might fit you a bit better.” Soap offered him a shirt. It was definitely far too big for Soap, even if it was still too tight for Ghost. 

“Why do you have this around?” 

Soap shrugged and completely ignored the question, tossing Ghost his phone. Ghost frowned a little, but assumed it may be something embarrassing or from an ex. He didn’t really care, he had Soap right now. 

“Goodnight, Ghost.” 

Ghost realized he was being kicked out and tried to shove down that disappointment. They hadn’t really done much besides fuck. Still, he left, not wanting to overstay his welcome. 

He slept in. He couldn’t remember the last time he did that. Ghost groaned and checked his phone. 

His phone was full of messages from different people. Rodolfo had called him which was never a good sign. After a moment though, he decided whatever it was could wait. The most recent one being from Alejandro saying there was something important and to drop by in the morning when he could so clearly it wasn’t that urgent. 

Did the team go out and get drunk? He saw Gaz, Alejandro, Jason and Rodolfo. It wasn’t the most in character thing for them to not invite him, but he always turned them down so he wasn't upset that they didn’t. 

It clearly wasn’t a mission. Price would’ve called him for that. 

Ghost still wouldn't have answered but regardless. Price would’ve called him. 

He went to the cafe, wanting to see what fun drink Soap would try with him. Maybe he could drag him away. Kiss him all over. Ghost craved more attention. More softness. Greedy as always. 

The shop was closed. Huh. 

Ghost frowned and hesitated. It was 7. The cafe was clearly closed though. It opened at 5. The break in the routine and the concern for Soap led to him walking over to Soap’s home. He glanced around, not noticing anything different. 

Ghost knocked, feeling something in his ears. He shouldn’t be here. Why was he doing this? 

Someone else answered. Someone he barely recognized from when he happened to work adjacent or had to pass through the home base here. 

“Lieutenant Riley.” Wayne smiled at him. He was a Sergeant in a different taskforce. Ghost hadn’t even bothered to pick the name of it. “Did something happen on base?”

Ghost stared, caught between glass. He must have the wrong house right?

“Sweetheart.” Soap’s voice rang out, sounding stupidly excited. “Who’s at the door?”

Wayne saw the recognition is his eyes and put it together. He laughed. For some reason. “Oh, I see. Don’t worry. I’m not upset. Johnny and I have an open relationship when I’m deployed. Didn’t want to tie my husband down when I’m gone so long ya know? Christ, when he said he had slept with a masked military man, I didn’t really put together that you were on leave.”

Ghost nodded silently, though he barely really processed any of it. Husband?

Jesus Christ. All that talk about being heartless and he gave his heart away like a fucking idiot. He got attached. He didn’t even know why. Soap had added fucking sprinkles to his drink and Ghost, no, Simon. Simon made this mistake. Suddenly thought he was special? 

“I’m surprised. He said you were clingy. Never took you for the type. But hey, ever want a threesome, yeah?” He winked at him and Ghost felt sick. What did Soap tell him? Clingy? No secrets between spouses right? 

His body felt on display. His mask only covered the bottom of his face and he felt exposed. Did Soap talk about him? What he looked like? 

“I hope this won’t effect our work, Riley.”

Ghost spun on his heel and left.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taglist: @the-snarky-dragon @elevenclouds @lukewarm-chickensoup @nervouspsychologynerd @korym @cthulhusstepmom @princess-heathen @revenge-of-the-bucket-demon @roachboy

[little-mouse-gardens]

Some more incorrect quotes with rottmnt ocs

Donnie, sleepy from brumation yet somehow not passed on yet : Do you ever feel like exploding? Have you experienced the urge to enter the process of combustion? Has your mind created a logical idea, known as thought, to disperse your body into thousands of particles suddenly?

Marcy, snuggled up under some blankets with him : It’s 3 am, please go back to sleep.

Older Donnie preparing to propose to Marcy : You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Older Marcy, prepared to steal something with him : Actually, Donnie, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

Leonardo at three am : *Hugs Skye from behind*

Leonardo : *Tucks Skye's hair behind their ear*

Leonardo, whispering: Eat all the frosted animal crackers again and they'll never find your body.

Skye, sleepy, mildly terrified but getting the message : noted

Leonardo : Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Skye: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Raphael : If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it.

Raphael : If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

Sunny : do you want me go in there and catch it for you babe-

Raphael : YES PLEASE I JUST WANNA GRAB A SNACK!

Computer: Please enter a password.

Raphael : *types in Sunny *

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Raphael : How fucking DARE YOU-

Mikey: I can't believe you've done this.....

Angie: I'm sorry I didn't know-!

Mikey, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE JERK FOR NOT GETTING YOU ONE!

April : what on earth are you to doing???

Mikey & Angie painting flowers all over each others arms and face : whatever our minds come up with this time

[jordie-gvf]

gone pt 1, danny wagner

warnings : angsty af, mentions of being drunk, language, talks of motherhood, talks of fatherhood

word count : 1.7k+

pt 2

Danny had been busier than usual lately. He had a lot of meetings and interviews to do now that Meeting the Master had dropped as well as the album release date.

With him being gone for most of the day you were alone, raising Montana by yourself. You understood he was busy with everything going on around him, but he wasn’t even home for dinner on time.

The past few nights he had come home in the middle of the night. He’d heat up the food you had left him in the microwave, say goodnight to Montana and come to bed. 

Tonight, he came home at 3 AM, drunk off his ass. You had woken up from ruckus coming downstairs. You grabbed the baseball bat that you had next to your bed and went to lock Montana’s door. 

You made your way downstairs and saw Danny and Jake, both in the kitchen. Jake was in the fridge and Danny was at the kitchen table.

When Danny saw you, he gasped, “Hi Peaches! I missed you.” You dropped the baseball bat on the floor and walked over to him.

He pulled your waist towards him and rested his head on your chest, peppering kisses along your neckline.

Jake had come over with a water bottle and some crackers. “Hey, Y/N. I tried to control him, he had seven beers and a few shots of tequila. He went back to the bar, but they stopped serving him. He wouldn’t listen to anyone, I’m sorry to bring him home like this.”

You gave him a tiny smile and grabbed the water from him, unscrewing the cap and trying to get Danny to drink some.

He shoved the water bottle out of your hand and it landed on the floor, spilling all over the wood. Jake grabbed some paper towels and you pulled away from Danny. 

You heard Montana crying and you glared at Danny. You grabbed the baseball bat as he shrugged his shoulders when you went upstairs to calm her down.

You went into her room and approached her crib, trying to see what the problem was. Nothing was out of the ordinary, so you assumed Danny woke her up. You grabbed her and put her up on your shoulder, rubbing her back trying to soothe her. 

You heard a knock on her door followed by the sound of the knob opening. Jake walked towards you and Montana and said, “I got him in bed. I put his pajamas on him, he is knocked out. I’m sorry we woke her.”

“It’s not your fault, Jake. How bad do you think he will be in the morning?”

“Bad. I will come over in the morning and come get him. We have to do an interview tomorrow at 9.”

You sighed and put Montana back into her crib. You laid her blanket on top of her and grabbed one of her stuffed animals to sit next to her.

You followed Jake downstairs and as he approached the front door, you called out to him.

“Hey, Jake?”

He turned around and questioned, “Hm?”

“Thanks for bringing him home.”

You had gone upstairs after drinking some water and curled into bed. You looked next to you and saw his hair sprawled out up against his pillow.

You turned your head away from him and slowly drifted off to sleep.

You woke up to Danny shaking you awake, “Babe, I put Montana in the bed. Jake and I have an interview to do. I'll be back later.”

You decided to just get out of bed at that point and get ready for the day. Danny had already been out the door when you picked up your phone and checked the time.

April 8, 2023.

It was your anniversary. You quickly jumped out of bed and put some clothes on. You grabbed Montana and went downstairs so you could leave.

You got her a bottle and grabbed all of your belongings and got in the car. You went to World Market and got Danny his favorite European chocolate.

You got him a new pair of Ray Bans and some new socks. It wasn’t a lot, but it's the thought that counts. 

You thought about one of his favorite meals and remembered about his moms pierogies. When you got home, you texted Lori and asked her for the recipe. You put all of Danny’s gifts into a large basket and added a card to the front. 

Lori gave you all the ingredients and instructions. You already had the potatoes mashed and you were adding all of the filling ingredients to the pot when Danny walked into the door. 

You gave him a smile which he never returned. Instead, he went straight into his home studio, shut and locked the door. 

The filling was all mixed together so you took the pot off the heat and headed for his studio. You knocked on the door and waited for him to respond. 

He never answered, so you knocked again. 

You heard an exasperated sigh before he yelled out, “Jesus! What?!” He opened the door and you took a few steps back. 

“Nothing, I-. Nevermind,” you said and walked away from the door and back into the kitchen. He slammed the door and locked it again. 

You filled the pierogies and started cooking them along with some kielbasa and steamed broccoli. 

The kielbasa was almost done when you went into Montana’s room to see her smiling and kicking her legs around. You grabbed a wrap and put her up against your body. You went back downstairs to plate the food and put it on the table. 

You put Montana in her high chair and gave her a warm bottle and cut fruit and some of the steamed broccoli. Once she was situated, you walked over to the studio room. You could hear him playing with one of his many guitars. You lightly knocked on the door and told him it was dinner time.

He stopped playing and you swore you heard him say, “Jesus. Who are you, my mother?” followed by a long sigh. You chose to ignore what he said and left him alone.

You and your daughter had both finished dinner and you cleaned up with her still wrapped around you. 

You went upstairs and left Danny alone downstairs. 

NO ONE’S POV:

When Danny walked out of his studio room, he could tell something was different. Montana’s high chair was gone, Y/N’s purse was gone. Danny looked in the coat closet, all of Montana’s shoes were gone and your jackets were gone. 

He looked in the living room, your favorite blanket, your books, and your laptop were gone. He walked into the foyer, your slippers were gone. 

He went upstairs to Montana’s room. He opened her closet, clothes gone, jackets gone. He walked into her bathroom, her mini hair brush gone, her bows gone. 

Danny started to panic and made a beeline for what was once a shared bedroom. He walked in and saw the gift basket on his side of the bed, perfectly sitting there. 

Tears formed in his eyes as he walked over and saw the card in front of the beautiful arrangement. He opened it and read it,

To My First Love,

Happy Anniversary! I'm sorry it's not much, but I didn’t know what to get you. I hope you like everything!

These past years have meant everything to me, I love you so much.

XOXO, Y/N

When he opened the card, a polaroid fell out. It was his favorite polaroid that Joe took of Danny and Y/N, sitting at a holiday dinner hosted by Sam Kiszka. Danny’s hand was gently placed on Y/N’s pregnant belly. Danny kneeled at your side of the bed and held the photo in his hands. 

He remembered the moment they had that night. He had his hand on Y/N’s stomach, knowing that the warmth of his hands soothed her belly. Danny remembered whispering in her ear, telling her how much he loved her and how much he adored her.

Danny remembered Y/N telling him that he was going to be an outstanding father. He remembered the car ride home, Y/N telling him excited she was to be a mom. He remembered the glimmer in her eyes when she talked about their unborn daughter.

He went for his phone in his back pocket and hit Y/N’s contact. He got up off the floor and looked out the bedroom window, her car was gone. He held his phone up to his ear but was met with Y/N’s voicemail, 

“Hey! This is Y/N. I’m sorry I can’t come to the phone right now. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks!”

He hung up the phone before he could leave a message. He saw the little red dot on his phone right above the voicemail icon. He clicked on it and saw her name and the time he missed the call, 6:58. He was still in his music room at that time. He left his studio at 7:00. If only he had left the room sooner.

He pressed on the voicemail and put it up to his ear.

“Daniel, whenever you decide to come out of your studio, dinner is in the microwave. Montana and I are going to Michigan. Let me know when you want to be a father and a boyfriend.” 

He could hear Montana babbling in the back. He smiled at the sound of his daughter and started crying hysterically. He ran downstairs and flung himself onto the kitchen floor. He held his head in his hands and sobbed.

Danny heard shuffling in the foyer and raced over to the sound. He was expecting it to be Y/N, but it wasn’t. It was Jake. 

Jake had put all of his stuff down when Danny ran into his best friend's arms. 

Jake held onto Danny and embraced him in his arms as he questioned Danny, “Woah! Woah! Woah! What’s going on!?"

“She’s gone. Y/N left me. She took Montana and she left me. Goddamnit, I fucked up.”

[thickhoneybun]

It meant nothing

Summary: y/n is dating Rooster and they live together. After a get together Jake spends the night and kisses y/n.

WC: 1006

Warning: Cussing 

The party had been over for a few hours and now you are laid in bed with Bradley. He is asleep and snoring so loud. Every time he drinks to much and falls asleep it sounds like a freight train in your bed. Kissing him softly on the head you get out of the bed and decide to go eat a snack.

Now in the kitchen you make a plate of peanut butter, bananas, and crackers. You make your way to the living room and turn on Shrek 2 (The best Shrek movie btw). While watching the movie you hear someone walking down the hallway and it is Jake. Jake asked to spend the night because he was a little to drunk and didn't want to drive. He walks in with no shirt on and some sweatpants. "Do you know how to put clothes on?" you ask while turning back to the movie. "I usually sleep naked so be glad I put some pants on.", Jake says while giving you a cocky smirk and sitting down on the couch.

Ya’ll continue to watch the movie and laughed together. "Are you hungry? I can make you a snack or warm up some of the left over BBQ?" Jake smiles at you asking this. He always thought you were so sweet and hates that he didn't ask you out before Bradley did. "Sure, I'll take some of the snack you were eating." he gives you the biggest smile. You get up from the couch and he sees that your sleep shorts have rode up a bit, and he bites his bottom lip. You come back a few minutes later with a plate for him and hand it to him. Sitting down you grab a blanket and draped it over yourself before turning on another movie.

"You're really into this Shrek stuff aren't you?" Jake says while placing a cracker in his mouth. "They are the best movies in Cinematic history!" you both let out a laugh. The other movie ends and you decide it is time to go back to bed. Getting up Jake grabs you by the arm and pulls you in for a kiss. You pull back quickly and place your hand over your mouth. A few moments of silents pass and you finally say, "Don't ever do that again. Why would you think that is okay?" Jake just stares at you. "I am with Bradley and I am extremally happy with him. I'm sorry if I gave you an impression that this was going to be an okay thing to do. I don't want this to ruin ya’ll friendship and my relationship with him. Don't bring this up again. I think its best if we go to bed." After saying this you walk out of the room and go back to the bedroom.

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A few weeks have passed and you kept getting text from Jake telling him how sorry he was. You didn't respond to any of them because honestly you didn't know what to say. Bradley had went out to the Hard Deck tonight and you had decided to stay home.

While in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes from the dinner you heard the front door open and slam shut. Looking down at your watch you see its around 11pm and Bradley usually stays till last call. "Roo? Is that you?". Bradley storms around the corner and he looks pissed. "What the fuck y/n? You kiss my best friend and you don't even have the guts to tell me?" You are taken back but what he says. "Bradley I didn't kiss him, he kissed me and I cut that shit off immediately. I told him that it wasn't okay." you feel tears begin to form as you yell back at him. "I just cant fucking believe this! I thought we were good y/n, now I don't know what to think. I'm having a good time with my friends and then Jakes drunk ass decides to tell everyone that ya'll kissed the other night. Do you know how fucking embarrassing that is for me?" Bradley voice is getting louder and louder with every sentence. "I-I'm sorry. I should have told you as soon as it happened. It meant nothing to me and I told him that. I told him I was happy with you and that he needed to loose whatever thought he had of me." tears start to run down your face. Bradley just scoffs and goes to the bedroom and slams the door.

Standing in the kitchen for what fells like hours you finally decide to go to the couch. You grab a blanket and lay down. Turning on the tv you lay there and stare at the screen not really able to focus on anything. Letting out soft sobs while hating yourself for the issues that have been caused. You look at your phone and notice it is now 3am and Bradley has not came out of the room. You have decided that the couch is your bed for the night and you slowly start to drift asleep.

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You are woken up from a light tap on your shoulder. Looking up you see Bradley standing in front of you. "Come on baby lets go to bed.", Bradley says while putting his hand out. You sit up and grab his hand while he leads you to the bedroom. Laying down in the bed Bradley crawls in next you and grabs you pulling you to his chest. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I should have talked to you like an adult y/n." "You don't have to apologize Roo. I should have told you when it happened, I'm sorry for any issues I have caused." Bradley played with your hair before grabbing your chin and nudging you to come closer. He places a soft kiss on your lips and gently tells you, "I love you baby and I don't want Jake being a fucking dumbass to ruin this." "I love you too Bradley."

[dailyhelldorm]

2023 Aira's Birthday Talk

Aira: Uwa, the lovely present is just so my taste! Producer-san, thank you so much! Aira~bu … ♪

Location: StarPro office, daytime

Mini talk: A word on birthday (1/3)

Aira: Ah... The moment feels just like a dream... ♪

Mayoi: Etto, Aira-san? Can you see me...?

Uhm, he doesn't reply... He is completely falling into daydreaming land.

> Are you okay?

Aira: Wah, Producer-san! And Mayoi-san is here too...!?

Mayoi: Ah, finally you noticed me. I was worried when you kept staring at empty space for a while...

> (Pops open the cracker)

Aira: Uhya!? What- what has happened...! Eh, what do you say 'Happy Birthday'?

Mayoi: About that, Aira-san keeps being absentminded like that, are you okay? I am, a little bit worried...

Mini talk: A word on birthday (2/3)

Aira: I am sorry for being distracted like that. It is just that the birthday party until now feels like a dream...

Mayoi: Aira-san, from a while ago has been like this. He is as adorable as always... ♪

Aira: It is because it was so enjoyable. This will be my last-longing life memory. So I want to immerse myself for a little more... ♪

> Then, about something...

Aira: Eh, what what? Producer-san has something to do with me?

You want to have a talk with me at night time? I am fine with that. My night schedule is empty ♪

> Uhm~...

Aira: Producer-san, is there anything wrong? You have something with me...?

You want to take your time tonight to have a talk with me. Then, let's meet up again here later, okay ♪

Mini talk: A word on birthday (3/3)

Mayoi: If you are thinking about a break, why don't we go to "Cafe Cinnamon" now?

Today is Aira-san's birthday. If it is alright with you, please let me treat you... ♪

Aira: Uwai ♪ I am happy because of Mayoi-san's treat. Let me take you on your offer~ ♪

> See you later.

Aira: Yes ♪ See you later, Producer-san. When it is time, I will head here.

Mayoi-san, let's go to "Cafe Cinnamon". Today, I am surprisingly in the mood to drink the sweet milk tea on the menu ♪

> That sounds nice.

Aira: Yep ♪ Mayoi-san sometimes does spoil me like this.

Mayoi: Fufufu. It is because normally Aira-san always tries his best. Moreover, being a little more spoiled is also good ... ♪

Location: StarPro office, nighttime

On the Birthday’s night (1/6)

Wawa, at this rate I will be late for the promised time. Producer-san, I am sorry I am late…!

Eh, you say I come just the right time?

Lucky~ If I’m late, I will be so sorry.

Are you tired?

No, I am okay. After the party, I already took my time and rested.

Having a party and then making some memories makes me all hype up, in return, I’m all full of energy right now ♪

On the Birthday’s night (2/6)

Today was a birthday filled to the brim with happiness ♪

A lot of people came and said happy birthday to me. Himemiya-senpai, Narukami-senpai, I received a lot of wishes from a lot of seniors!

They also gave me the best fan service ever…! Ah, speaking of that makes me drool all over…

P-please calm down…

Oh gosh, no good no good…

Anyway! It was a fun time. Thank you for throwing the party for me, Producer-san ♪

On the Birthday’s night (3/6)

Since we’re already here, why don’t we talk about the presents I got today?

What so, because Tenshouin-senpai and Sakuma-senpai gave me a birthday present!

They gave me that just because of the roommates' obligation, but I got so shocked I jumped up in surprise…!

Your happiness is overflowing.

Yeah! I was so happy that I kept repeating my thanks to the seniors ♪

But it will be just a waste, and I haven’t even opened the present yet… I am thinking about how many times should I worship this before opening it up ♪

On the Birthday’s night (4/6)

What is that? The box that Producer-san just took out…

Is that my present!? I am so happy, thank you!

Now we are doing this, can I open this right here right now?

Please do ♪

Uwa Uwa! What a cute brooch! Lovely~ ☆

Are you really giving me this pretty thing!? I am so happy I will get more and more hyped up ♪

On the Birthday’s night (5/6)

How do I look? With this brooch on now, am I getting more lovely~?

This brooch, is so sparklingly beautiful ♪ Perhaps, you made this with the image color of “ALKALOID” too?

I thought so! With this, it has the right motif in it and I am so happy ♪

You are really sharp to notice it.

Ehehee ♪ Maybe from my normal experience of buying idol goods.

Goods with the image color going in it are so nice. Even if it is some kind of good that can be used casually, its specialness will never go down ♪

On the Birthday’s night (6/6)

Wait, please wait a minute. It seems that my Hold-hand got a message…

It is from Hiro-kun. Etou… “Before you go to sleep, everyone from ‘ALKALOID’ wants to say their last wishes for today to you”.

Ahaha, even when they already wished me a lot today, it seems they still plan to wish me more happy birthday.

You look happy

Yeah. I unconsciously keep grinning. Maybe because I am a bit easygoing ♪

Getting wishes from friends and colleagues just makes me this happy ♪ I will keep holding on to this happiness and spend my time until the day ends.

Phone call

Aira: Hello~ Thank you for celebrating my birthday today! This is the first time I had this many people come and give me their wishes… Fufu, I had a fun time. Thanks to it, I will certainly see a good dream tonight ♪

Office

These screenshots belong to neneansta.

Eichi: I want you to talk more comfortably with me ♪

Aira: Y-yes! I will try my best!

[jackiequick]

Rare moment.. | Marvel Fanfic

Timeline: Phase 1 Pre—Avengers — Phase 2 Pre—Iron Man 3

Non romantic-Pairing: Jason Underwood & Pepper Potts

Characters mentioned: Howard Stark, Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Maria Stark, Tony Stark, Edward & Ana Jarvis and etc

Summary: You rarely see a man who’s face never looked like anything phases him, but what happens when the chips are down and his emotions take front line one night? It’s a rare moment but it makes you remember how human he really has been.

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It was late or early in some accounts, when he awakened from his slumber. There were nights he didn’t sleep and if he did, it was short. Usually he would occupy his mind with whatever was on TV, packing for a trip and or, start cleaning up a small mess. But tonight, it didn’t suit him.

He sat near the open bar in the kitchen, leaning against the counter in his pjs rubbing his eyes and pouring himself another drink. He already had a snack from the fridge to not upset his stomach or anything. His mind looked crowded, it always seemed crowded in his opinion.

He sighed, taking a sip of his drink and exhaled.

And that’s exactly how Pepper found it.

She originally headed out to the bathroom but once she left, she noticed the lights on. That’s when she stumbled upon the blonde hair man of the house sipping a drink, it was a rare occasion. Jason was always a day drinker during a Sunday brunch or a simple weekday. But this, this was rarely the last thing she wanted to see at the moment.

She expected a late night snack at least, not a glass of cold wine.

“Jason?” She asked making her presence known, “Are you alright?”

“Huh?” He responded turning to face the strawberry blonde with a soft half smile, “I’m fine. Did I wake you?”

“N-no, I just headed out of the bathroom to pee, and I saw you here. Is something going on?”

“N-no, Pep it’s fine. I’m fine, just couldn’t sleep.”

“So you decided to drink instead?”

“Not my best moment ever seen but I had worse. I’m sorry you had to see me like this. Go back to bed.”

“Tony’s knocked out cold in his lab downstairs, he won’t be waking up anytime soon.”

Jason sighed deeply, he wanted to be alone with his drink and crackers to be honest. He wanted to be miserable in his thoughts. But he knew he wasn’t going get free of Pepper that easily. She was tough and always knew when to stand her ground. He pulled up a chair for her as she nodded, thanking him.

“What’s on your mind? You can tell me, I promise I won’t try to judge you on anything.” Said Pepper, knowing the men in this household mindsets were beyond compared to hers.

He sniffled and sighed, “It’s a lot. It’s a lot more complicated than you think.”

“Try me. I’ve seen weird stuff lately.”

“Heh, uh, I have been thinking. When am I not thinking? I’ve been trying to ease my mind on everything. I know I can’t control half of it but theses thoughts keep me up at night.”

“What do you mean?”

“My lifetime achievements are nothing special. I mean—I enjoy what I do! I get to see you, Tony, Rei, Rhodey and visit Peggy whenever possibly. But it doesn’t..um..crap.”

“It doesn’t what?”

“It doesn’t ever take away the guilt and painful decisions I’ve seen happen.”

Jason could’ve stayed quiet at that moment but the words just came out. He lived longer than expect, he has seen his own family fall and risk they’re lives. Sometimes he wishes he could end it, stop it from eating up inside but he can’t. It hurt, so much more than he knows. It was a rare occasion to see him say something like this, Pepper knows it. Tony knows it.

He always acts like nothing ever phases him and that he’s always fine. He has been doing that for a long period of years now. Always feeling like he has too, there is so much happening in the world that he can’t put that burden on anyone on how he feels. He never gets time to panic, react a certain way and or externally freak out.

But moments like this, he crumbles as his mind starts boggling and he can’t help it.

His voice hitches as he sniffed again, “It doesn’t take wipe away the whole truth. The guilt. The pain and the damage that happened…”

“What guilt? Sorry I’m not following me..” Pepper ask wholeheartedly, she knew of his story but not all of it.

“I’ve fought for paperwork, payed more than expected and traveled just to keep myself alive and safe..just for i don’t get questioned by authorities for how I look. Just for i can breath and watch Tony grow up. I thank Peggy every single day for taking care of him, her godson, when one of us couldn’t do it. But it doesn’t take away the fact that I was left behind..right where they left me..alone…”

His voice was shaky but he kept calm, taking a breath. Pepper put a hand on his shoulder.

“You seem happy now…?” She whispered, trying to be careful with her words.

“Not 100% happy.” He admitted, “I mean. Sometimes I just feel tired. It’s this tiredness and empty chest pain knowing I can’t do a freaking thing about it. I lost my sister cause she didn’t care about anyone but herself, I lost Howard and Maria…they were my family, as much as fought I loved them..Ana and Jarvis..t-they were the kindest people I met…but never had the chance to have their own children..it was horrible Pepper...i can still remember it all…what we been though..”

“What about Jack, Daniel and Peggy? I know you said Jack Thompson died being shot down during an investigation..i don’t know the details..”

“No one does..I still to do this day, as much as Jack was a pain my ass, I liked the man. I don’t know who murdered him or why..Daniel went on to almost married Peggy but he knew something was always holding him back. The SSR—SHIELD said he died during a mission, but I don’t feel like it was right..and Peggy…oh Pep..the times I thought I lost that women..”

“Oh JJ..it’s okay..it’s life and Peggy is still alive and kicking for the most part.”

“There’s peoples that I met but I don’t even think you or Tony know about. And now..”

Jason voice kept riding upwards and tears started to roll in, shaking his head, he chuckled. It would’ve looked hilarious to him, but how he carries so much weight on his shoulders and never felt like he can let some of it go. Pepper was kind enough to listen to him so late at night, when she should be asleep instead, in bed under the warm covers.

But she’s here listening to him talk, not interrupting him or telling him to stop talking about that. It was always the other way around, where he always listens and let everyone else talk. He was thankful for Pepper in that moment and hoped Tony married such an amazing women. She deserves to be more than just his assistant.

“..and now what?” She said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“And now with how much the world is changing…I’m scared, no terrified what I will see next. We have gods, mutants, more men and women in suits, genetically modified people, and no knows what?! I um..shit i don’t know..” Jason replied sniffing, “The fact that Captain freaking America is alive still feels unreal to me.”

“Me too. It’s crazy. I think i had to get a drink after hearing that news.”

“I remember hearing the radio about his death during the war, Peggy crying her eyes outs that the fact she lost him, Howard feeling like he’s maybe still around wanting to search for him…and..now knowing how much I know..I think my pain will hurt more if..”

“If what?”

“If the people who I thought were dead were alive all this time but hidden behind some block of ice. It’s terrible how much I fear the thought I might’ve been lied to and it was not even justifiable that we’re only finding out now..”

Jason knows something that Tony and the public must’ve taken for granted. Must’ve missed out on and forgot about. Howard Stark’s little sister, Elizabeth Stark, Tony’s aunt and one of friends he cared for.

Lizzie or Liz for short.

His friend group originally consisted of himself, Peggy, Angie, Howard, Hank, Maria, Jarvis, Ana, Daniel, Elizabeth and a few others.

And he remembers the day Lizzie died during a mission, they were heartbroken. He remembers the long standing nights, the wishes, the questions and everything. Where he thought he should’ve been himself. Replace his life, for she could live and see the world.

And he saw her again, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. He would probably panic, hold back a sob or two, feel sick to his stomach, question how she survived for so long and god knows what?!

His mind would feel like it split in two, as if he didn’t feel like that already.

Trade his life for her. Take a bullet for her and all their friends. But now, he doesn’t know what to think.

“Pepper, what if I was supposed to be gone already?” He wondered.

“JJ, no, don’t say that. You were meant to meet us. I believe that you were given a chance to live longer and see the world.” Pepper exclaimed.

“What happened to the no judgement part? I’m kidding. It’s just feels like I can’t breathe sometimes. My life stopped being what I would considered normal the moment I fell into the water that night and my heart stopped. I was practically died for what must’ve been 5 long minutes…it took me forever to realize what happened that during nightmare of a week..”

“Do you regret it?”

“Sometimes more than most. I wished it wasn’t like this. Honestly, it acts like blessing and feels like curse..you can’t grow old enough to be with someone, you have to love and lose people. It’s why I never married or have any kids, that I know one.”

Pepper chuckled at that, they both chuckled at the last comment. It would be funny if a kid randomly showed up at they’re doorstep claiming that they’re father was him, but it won’t happen.

“I wish I could. I wish I could’ve had a wife or hell, even husband.” He said with soft chuckle, “But I don’t date. I don’t want to have a girlfriend where I can’t give them, everything they wished for.”

He thought about Angie and Violet. But he knew he couldn’t give them everything they would’ve like, still he would’ve married at least Angie.

He fell for Violet deeply she was an Angel but his heart danced and flutter when around Angie.

“And kids? I mean besides Tony and Rei, your nephews and nieces from Peggy’s family.” Pepper repiled with a chuckle, “If you couldn’t have a wife or husband, you could have one. You just need that push but what about a kid?”

“I would enjoy my own kid in my life, even if it’s just for a while.” He replied, “But I won’t make them sacrifice their lives, since the first few years would be great and we’ll have fun…but when they become older and I stay the same, they will have to lie. Not be able to introduce me to everyone as they’re father since the age difference. Or worse, they have to lie saying I’m they’re nephew or son instead, when they get into their late 40s and 50s. It will be a balancing act for them having to lie..”

“Hmm..wow, you come up with everything, don’t you?”

“No because it’s true. It happened. I didn’t ask for Tony, Sharon and Hope to keep up lie that wasn’t theirs to keep, they just did it. Subconsciously. Telling people that I’m an old family friend of some kind, which isn’t all falsely said. But still and I appreciate it. They’re kinda like my nephew and nieces…”

“But if you had to have one, would you? Because I think you would be a great husband and father. I mean, you’re already an uncle.”

“Yeah I would. A daughter. After helping babysit Sharon Carter and Hope Van Dyne, it’s different than a taking care of a boy. You girls look at your daddies, grandpas, godfathers, and uncles way differently than boys do. It’s cute.”

“But I do have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why all of this? What brought this last thought of yours?”

“Natasha.” He said softly, “You knew she and the other Avengers have kids, but they let fear and bruised feelings stop them from being great parents. It’s unbelievably understandable where they’re all coming from but still…i don’t know..”

“Jason, you know the reasons why. It’s hard for them…” She replied with a half smile.

“I know, Pepper. I know it is. Even if they had theses kids under odd circumstances, they deserve to get a chance to meet each other. There will be hurt feelings and mistakes made, but that’s part of it. No one knows how to be a parent! It’s something you learn along the way…”

“But it’s not easy as you say it is. You’re not in they’re shoes, even if you were, you would know it’s not gonna be easy.”

“Even if I had to give up my child for their best chance and to help me figure something else to make things better..I know, I’m contradicting myself when I say this but I had my own child out there and I knew where they are. I would make sure I would be their guardian angel and give them so advice, even if i don’t get to the part where I say ‘Hey I’m your dad!’. Make sure they’re okay…it’s hard concept, I know…”

“But you’re not all wrong. Things just take time..and you need to give things time for yourself.”

“Sadly, I have all the time in the world. But I’ll be okay..I’m always okay. Go to bed, Pepper.”

“But..”

“Go to bed. You got a long week coming up.”

“I know..but will you be actually okay?”

“Good night, doll.”

“Good night, Jason.”

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Incorrect quotes

P2

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Horace: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Will : Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

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Leander: I dare you-

Crowley: Halt is not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Leander: Why not?

Halt: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

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Will : Halt, I am questioning your sanity...

Horace: I never questioned it, I knew their sanity was missing from the start.

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Halt: Are they stupid?

Will : Yes, but they prefer to be called Horace.

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Horace, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Gilan: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

Horace: Ohhhh-

Will : Both of you get out of this kitchen

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Horace, when Will walks in: Oh, hey, I'm just making pizza.

Horace: *accidentally smacks Halt in the face with the baking sheet*

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Will : Why did you guys dress up as each other for Halloween?

Horace: Halt is the scariest thing I could think of!

Halt: Horace told me I should pick the dumbest costume possible.

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Halt: Guys where did Will go?

Horace: They got arrested.

Halt: How the hell-

Will: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

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Will: Okay, what does A stand for?

Cassandra: Arson.

Will : Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?

Cassandra: Barson.

Horace: *laughter*

Will : What stands for C?

Cassandra: Commit arson.

Horace: Oooo.

Will: D!

Cassandra: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.

Horace: *more laughter*

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Halt: What about Horace?

Will: Don't worry about them.

Will: I once watched them fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating their hotdog like nothing happened.

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Jenny: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.

Alyss: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.

Jenny: Not when you’re playing with George, it’s not. They put words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

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Alyss: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Will without them noticing?

Horace: Hey, Will, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.

Will: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up.

Alyss:...

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Crowley: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something.

Crowley: I need my socks.

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Will: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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Horace: I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on.

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Halt: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

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Gilan: And now for a gay update with Crowley and Halt.

Crowley: Getting gayer.

Gilan: Thank you, Crowley.

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Halt: Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible?

Horace: I gotta give you credit, Will. You make it look easy.

Will: Years of practice.

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Duncan, to Halt: your so small.

Halt: *proceeds to kick them in the shin*

Crowley, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call Halt small.

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Duncan: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Halt: I'm a knife.

Crowley, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

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Cassandra: The moon looks beautiful tonight

Horace: Yeah, but do you know what's even more beautiful?

Both: *Sigh* Will

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Halt: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-

Crowley: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ *hugs Halt from behind*

Halt : Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-

Duncan: This is so cute.

[hualianff]

HC high off of his anesthesia medication after having his appendix removed, being the most difficult patient because “where is Gege?”

“My husband” for more clarification

“Ahh, your husband left a little bit ago to pack an overnight bag as your procedure had a few unexpected difficulties. You’ll probably be more sore than normal- hey, no, sir, please leave your IV in”

“I’m going to find my husband-“

“Hua xian-sheng, please stay where you are-“

HC, pausing: “Wait, where are my clothes? And why am I in a dress?”

“Sir, it’s a hospital gown. It’ll make things like going to the bathroom easier-“

“I want to go home.”

Cue XL arriving fifteen minutes later in a flurry with a huge duffel bag. XL crying out a “San Lang, you’re awake!” As HC continues arguing with the nurse about drinking water and eating crackers.

“Gege, thank god you’re here. I missed you.”

XL is a bit flabbergasted because his San Lang is acting like a child, but it’s kinda adorable and how can XL not be fond of him?

XL laughs lightly as he makes his way over to HC, who immediately raises his arms with grabby hands, pulling XL in for a hug.

The nurses pull up a chair for XL to sit in as HC clings to XL, muttering about how his stomach hurts like a bitch, he’s wearing a dress in front of so many goddamn people, and why did Gege have to be gone for so long?

“For a second, I almost thought you left me. But I knew you’d come back, you always do because you love me,” HC finishes, eyes dropping with fatigue.

“That, I do. I love my husband sooo much,” XL confirms while brushing the hair off of HC’s forehead, placing a loving kiss in the middle. “Now what’s this about San Lang refusing to eat, hmm?”

The nurses gawk at how innocent the expression HC pulls off. What a menace in disguise. Their eyes nearly pop out of their heads when-

XL: “All right, come on, I’ll feed you.”

HC: 🥰🥰

***

HC, speaking with his mouth full of food: “wait, I have to turn in my draft design for our new client’s home-“

XL, holding a finger up to HC’s lips: “shh, no you don’t. you called out from work today, remember?”

HC, confused: “where’s my iPad? I have half of it done already, maybe I can-“

XL, holding up more noodles: “San Lang, chew your food properly so you don’t choke.”

HC: *nom nom*

HC: “we should go on our honeymoon”

XL: “we did, silly. we went to the Galapagos for two weeks. It was so much fun”

HC, stopping mid-chew as he admires the reminiscent look on XL’s face: “let’s go on another honey moon then”

XL, cracking up because this is the side HC shows no one but him, how luck XL is to be married to this man: “are you sure? a few minutes ago, you wanted to work on stuff for your job. Can San Lang handle being away from work for so long?”

HC, nodding virogrously: “if I’m with you, I can do anything.”

Nurses who pass by, thinking: “oh, that was actually really sweet”

***

HuaLian getting ready for the night…

HC, watching XL make his bed on the side couch: “I thought Gege was sleeping with me tonight?”

XL: “ahhh San Lang, I would, but there’s not enough room-“

HC, holding his blanket up for XL to cuddle next to him: 🥺

Nurse: “I’m sorry to inform you, Hua xian-sheng, but I cannot allow your husband to sleep in the same bed as there’s a risk of jostling your stitches-“

HC: [hisses while clutching XL’s hand]

Nurse, with her hands up: “but I can have another bed moved into the room and place it beside yours, would you like that?”

HC: “absolutely not-“

XL: “-that would be lovely, thank you, xiao jie.”

HC: [betrayed]

He can’t wait to go home.

[prodigaldaughteralice]

edit: I am so fucking sorry the readmore didn’t show the first time I posted this, I swear I put it there it just didn’t go through

I’m so sick of how every decision I make about food is Wrong And Bad

if I eat something I enjoy but isn’t quite dietician approved, maybe it has bread or sugar, then I’m being Unhealthy and should have picked something better (source: mother’s voice in head)

if I don’t eat anything, I just go without, then I’m being Self Destructive and should just fucking eat something (source: friends’ voice in head)

if I eat something healthy and small, then I’m being Indulgent and should just put it down and not eat anything until I’ve made some kind of goddamn difference in my figure (source: culture’s voice in head)

I mean fuck’s sake, if the obviously anorexic 17-year-old the discord community I hang out on is trying to collectively takes-a-village into eating food can go all day on one bowl of cereal and then say he’s going to have dinner and not do it, surely I can stop shoveling food into this fucking maw. he’s concerned about his weight and he’s the same weight as me but 4 inches taller.

Fuck’s sake, if the obviously anorexic 17-year-old the discord community I hang out on is trying to collectively takes-a-village into eating food can pull it together to put some mozzarella sticks in the microwave sometimes, surely I can eat some goddamn crackers. He has actual problems to deal with in his life and I’m just a piece of shit.

I was trying to eat the really nice dinner my dad made tonight, and it included both rice noodles and sweet potatoes, and my mum said to him a few bites in “we need to have a talk about double starches, but another time, when this isn’t right in front of me and being delicious.” And SHE kept eating it but I had to put my fork down for like 20 minutes feeling guilty as fuck! But then after that I did eat it! WHY AM I BOTH A FAILURE FOR BEING AFFECTED BY WHAT SHE SAID AND FOR GETTING OVER IT. I should have just put the rest of my dinner in a tupperware for dad to eat tomorrow! I should have kept eating without a pause no matter what my mum said! Fuck! Nothing I do will ever be right and I will never, ever be comfortable in my body!