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Smut w biker Ethan Landry ?!

Hi💕 I hope you like it! I got out of the hang of writing over the last few days so I might go back and make a few changes once i re-read over this at some point lmao

Roll Up - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This Contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Your boyfriend's new hobby scares you, but he shows you it isn't that bad.

Contains: Oral(f receiving), p in v, rough-ish sex.

A/N: We're going to pretend that this isn't based off of the photoshopped pics of Jack lmao. If this sucks, don't let me know. I'm sensitive👉👈

When your boyfriend mentioned getting his motorcycle license, you thought he was crazy. You even created a power point presentation, showing him how dumb of an idea it was. He just rolled his eyes every time you made a good point, because he knew it was what he was going to do regardless.

“You aren’t going to break up with me if I get a bike, are you?” he asked, putting on his shoes as he got ready to go take the driving test. “I think it’d be a lot of fun to have one.”

“It’d take a lot more for me to break up with you…but what if something happens to you? I’d just be worried the whole time you were out,” you sighed, getting a little anxious.

You heard a knock on the door, as Ethan walked away from you to answer it. You took a deep breath when Chad walked in, carrying his extra helmet for Ethan.

“Why’d you have to corrupt my sweet boyfriend?” you asked, as Chad smiled at you.

“I think you’ll like it…Tara does,” he said, smirking at Ethan as he handed him the helmet.

“Yeah, what if I get one and you can’t keep your hands off me?” Ethan asked, cocking his eyebrow as he looked at you. “I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah, and I’d not like to hear the sound of your eulogy being spoken,” you said, as Ethan scoffed.

“You’re so overdramatic,” he said, walking over to kiss you. He placed a kiss to the tip of your nose, your lips, and your forehead before he pulled away. “I love you, baby. Wish me luck.”

“I love you, too,” you said, as both boys walked to the door. Ethan stood in the doorway for a minute, waiting for you to hear the other thing he needed you to say. “Fuck it, fine. Good luck. Please, just be careful.”

“I will, babe,” he said, chuckling as he walked out.

One thing about Ethan was that the second he got an idea in his head, you knew he was going to stop at nothing to get what he wanted. This was by far the scariest thing he’d ever wanted to do, and you’d done nothing but panic whenever you thought about it.

It all started when Chad brought Ethan to his friend’s garage, and they were talking about Chad getting his license. At first you laughed it off, thinking it was about Ethan wanting to have more in common with his best friend, but once you saw him browsing for bikes online, you realized how serious he was about it.

Once he got his learners, he started to spend more time with Chad and his friend. He’d lay in bed with you until you fell asleep, then sneak out of the bed once he’d get the text from Chad that he was outside. You hated it when you’d roll over and he wasn’t beside you, but you wanted him to practice when there were a lot less cars on the road.

He was always in the best mood when he’d come back home, still feeling the adrenaline. He tried to be quiet when he snuck back in, but you always woke up. You’d jump out of bed once you heard the shower cut on, strip off your clothes, and join him in the steamy bathroom. He’d tell you all the things he did and new stuff he learned as you sleepily listened, but it always ended in the hottest shower sex you’d ever had.

You kept checking the time on your phone, wondering what was taking Ethan so long to get back home. It’d been a few hours, and you were trying to prepare yourself. As worried as you were for him to get his license, you knew you’d be excited for him. But the possibility of him not getting it worried you more than if he did. You knew how much he wanted it, and you knew he’d be upset if he didn’t get it.

Once you saw Ethan’s name and picture flash across your phone screen, you quickly answered the call.

“Hey, babe,” you said, “How’d it go?”

You heard traffic passing him and sirens off in the distance.

“Come outside, I want to show you something.” You could hear the happiness in his voice, and you kind of had a hunch about what your boyfriend had done. Once you made your way down the stairs of your apartment complex and saw him standing there, a helmet under his arm and the matte black bike behind him, you didn’t know how to feel.

“I guess you passed,” you said, your eyes squinting as the early afternoon sunlight hit them just right. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

“I can still tell you’re mad,” he teased, as he leaned down to kiss you. “but thank you.”

“This is yours, isn’t it?” you asked, as he tried to fight off the excited smile.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t hate me because I didn’t talk to you about it first,” he said, reaching around and grabbing the extra helmet off the bike seat. “I want you to go on a ride with me.”

“Absolutely not,” you said, his smile dropping at your words. “Not right now, can we go out later tonight? I’m a little scared and I’d feel better if I didn’t feel like we were going to get hit.”

“Of course,” he said, his smile appearing on his lips again. “I think you’ll love it.”

“Whatever you say,” you said, as he grabbed your hand and led you inside.

As it got darker outside, Ethan got more excited. He knew how close he was to taking you out to see what made him almost as happy as you do. As much as you were freaking out, you knew he’d never put you in danger, and you really wanted to know what the big deal was.

“Okay,” Ethan said, as you slipped your hoodie over your head. “Just a few quick things…I know it’s a little scary, but you need to lean into any turns we take. Don’t ever let go of me and sit as close to me as you can.”

“If we lean, won’t you lose control?” you questioned, as he shook his head.

“We’re not doing anything crazy so don’t think I’m going to take you on any super curvy roads…but if you stay upright when we need to lean, that could cause me to lose control.”

“Okay,” you sighed, as he handed you the helmet.

He looked you over to make sure nothing on you was loose fitting and made sure your helmet was good before he slung his leg over the bike.

“You coming?” he asked, his hand reaching out to help you on.

“There’s not a lot of room back here,” you said, as he slid his helmet over his head.

“I already told you, just hold on to me, and stay as close as you can. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said, his words a little muffled. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” you said, as he started the bike. Your arms tightly wrapped around him, his hand rubbing against your thigh to let you know he had you before he pulled off.

He took you on a few of the streets he first learned how to drive on, not wanting to freak you out too much. Once you came to a stop light, he started to yell over the hum of the bike.

“You okay?” he asked, his hand moving to rub against your thigh again.

“Yeah, you aren’t going very fast, though,” you yelled back, as he started to laugh to himself.

“You want me to go faster?” he asked, “I just didn’t want to scare you.”

“You can go faster, just don’t kill us,” you said, as the light turned green.

He revved the engine before he sped off, going significantly faster than he did before. You didn’t feel scared though, you were…turned on? You weren’t sure if it was the vibrations coming from the bike, or how hot your boyfriend was at that moment, but you knew you were going to jump him as soon as the two of you got back home.

He started to drive out of the city, taking you to one of the back roads he’d always pull off at with his friends. He stopped in the gravel area and helped you off the bike before he got off.

“Was that too much?” he asked, pulling the helmet off of his head. You quickly pulled yours off, mumbling a “No” as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. Your hands went up to his curls as his tongue brushed against your bottom lip to deepen the kiss. You stood there making out, the only light coming from the full moon and the glow of the headlights.

“We need to go home soon,” you said against his lips, “I understand why you always want sex after your late-night rides.”

“We’ll head home soon babe,” he said, his hand reaching down to squeeze your ass as he pulled you closer. “Or…we could do it right here.”

“I know this is a back road, but someone could still see us,” you said, glancing at the road for any other cars off in the distance.

“So what?” he asked, as his lips moved to your neck.

He pulled away once he heard the familiar loud hum heading up the road, slowing down a little once it got closer to where you and Ethan were.

“Is that Chad?” you asked, as Ethan nodded.

“Tara’s with him,” he said, noticing her tiny frame tightly clinging to him. “Good think I didn’t get you naked yet,” he laughed a little, thinking about how awkward that would’ve been.

“You know how I am when I want sex and I don’t get it,” you said, giving him a warning look. “Please don’t get caught up in talking for too long.”

“I won’t, babe,” he said, as Chad pulled in and took his helmet off.

“She didn’t kill you!” Chad yelled, as you rolled your eyes.

Ethan walked up to him as you walked over to Tara. She had the biggest smile on her face when she saw you standing there.

“Ahh! We can go on late night rides together, now!” she said, pulling you into a hug. “Isn’t this fun?”

“Yeah, I thought it was going to be scary,” you said, glancing over to Ethan to see him smiling at you. “Now I just have to convince him to take me home soon.”

“I get it, I feel the same way,” she said, picking up on your suggestiveness.

When Ethan walked around to you, he looked a little nervous as Chad motioned for Tara to get back on the bike.

“I hope you don’t mind, but Chad wants to ride around for a little bit. There’s this straight, flat road near here that we like to go way faster than we should, but if you’d rather go home, we can.”

“As long as we go home soon, I’m fine with it,” you said, as Ethan started to smile.

“Put your helmet back on,” he said, walking you back over to his bike.

He slid his over his head and helped you get on the back before he started it again and took off. You got a little confused once you hit a certain point in the road. Chad and Ethan both came to a stop on opposite sides, as you felt his hand grip your thigh.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, the question making you nervous as Chad gave him a thumbs up.

“Yeah,” you yelled, as he said, “Hold on tight.”

He revved the engine again before taking off, going way faster than he’d gone before, at least while you were on the back. The way you were rested against Ethan made it easy for you to see that Chad was keeping pace with him before he dropped a gear and flew past Ethan. Ethan did the same, your grip on him getting even tighter as you felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins. He quickly caught back up to Chad and passed him before he started to slow down a little.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, once he came to a stop and your grip on him relaxed.

“If you don’t take me home and fuck me, I’m not going to be okay,” you said, as Chad pulled up beside you and pulled his helmet off.

“Fuck, that thing’s fast,” he said, as Ethan pulled his helmet off.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect it. We were going over a hundred,” Ethan said, your eyes going wide as you listened to him speak. “I’m going to take her home.”

“You coming back out later?” Chad asked, as Ethan shook his head.

“No, I have other plans,” he said, as Chad nodded.

“You guys have fun. Don’t be an idiot,” Chad said, putting his helmet back on before speeding off.

“Over a hundred?!” you yelled, as Ethan started to laugh.

“Yeah, and I wasn’t going as fast as I could’ve,” he said, putting his helmet back on. “Let’s get you home.��

As soon as he got you home, you both were so needy. Various clothing items were scattered across your apartment, from the front door to the bedroom you shared with Ethan. He wasted no time, burying his head in between your thighs as soon as he pushed you back on your bed. Your fingers ran through his curls as soft moans slipped past your lips. His hands were kneading at your thighs as his tongue swirled around your sensitive clit.

“Use your fingers, babe,” you gasped out, as he suckled on your clit. He did what you said, sliding two of his fingers into your soaked, dripping pussy with ease. “Fuck, just like that.”

“Did being on the back of my bike turn you on that much?” he asked, his eyes boring into yours as he curved his fingers to brush against that spongy spot inside of you. “Yes,” you said, letting out a low moan. “You were just so fucking hot.”

His mouth went back to your clit as you tugged at his curls, the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers and your moans filling the room. His free hand was roaming your body, from your thighs up to your breasts. Once he started to pinch one of your nipples, you felt that familiar feeling starting to build inside of you.

Ethan knew you were close. Your legs were starting to shake as his fingers moved against your g-spot faster. He sucked your clit into his mouth, hard. Your back arched up off the bed as you pulled his hair so hard that it hurt. He didn’t let up though.

You let out a whimper as the feeling washed over you, your pussy fluttering around his fingers. He gently lapped at your clit until you started to come down from your high.

The grip you had on his hair relaxed as he sat up to look at you, his mouth coated in your arousal.

“Do I still have hair?” he asked, running his fingers through his curls. His scalp was so sensitive that he winced when he touched it.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you mumbled, as your breathing started to get a little more regular.

“It’s worth it if I made you cum that hard,” he said, smiling at you. “I loved having you on the back of my bike. It’s like you weren’t scared at all.”

“I wasn’t. I trust you.”

As much as Ethan loved watching your face when he fucked you, he wanted to be as deep as he could inside your warm, wet pussy. He positioned you so your ass was sticking up in the air for him as the side of your face rested against the cool comforter.

“So fucking perfect,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock over your wet folds. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes,” you said, as he started to inch himself inside of you. The slight burning feeling as he stretched you out made you gasp, his hand roaming over your lower back as his hip bones met the curve of your ass.

He started out with slow thrusts, still giving you time to adjust. Once you whined out to let him know you wanted more, he moved faster. You heard the soft slapping of his skin against yours as the head of his cock hit that special spot inside of you. You glanced back to see him watching his cock disappear inside your pussy, slide himself out, head and all, before he started to pound into you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, your eyes still on him as your hands grabbed at the sheets.

He looked up to watch your body as you started to roll your hips back, meeting his thrusts. His cheeks were red as his mouth hung open, a few of his curls sticking to his forehead. One of his hands tightly held your hip as his other hand reached around brushing against your lower stomach. You soon felt two of his fingers strumming against your clit, your moans getting louder by the second.

“Harder,” you whimpered, a smirk playing on his lips as he started to mercilessly pound into your pussy.

“That’s it, baby. You take it so fucking well,” he said, some of his words getting broken by the random grunts slipping past his lips.

Once he put the right amount of pressure on your clit and started to roll his fingers in circles, you felt your body start to tense up, your orgasm sneaking up on you. You were a whimpering mess as the slapping sounds got louder, echoing off the walls. He was getting close, but he was trying so hard to fight it.

He watched your fists ball up in the fitted sheet, pulling it lose as you cried out. Your pussy was squeezing him so tight that his thrusts started to falter.

“Where do you want it?” he rushed out, but you couldn’t form words, completely fucked out.

He slid out of you, releasing his hot cum all over your ass and lower back. His hand ran through his sweaty hair before he flopped down on the bed beside you. Your hips started to relax as you eased the lower half of your body to lay flat across the bed.

“Jesus,” he sighed, catching his breath. “That was amazing.”

“Was it as good as the shower sex?” you asked, smiling as you turned your head to face him.

“Well, we do still need to shower…”

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i6keis · 1 year

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teach me

haitani rindou x reader

warnings: just rin teasing u :P

i havent posted for a while ???? so hello hehe

is the tokrev fandom still alive? 😭

“teach me how to ride a motorcy—“

“no.” rindou straight up shut you off with no hesitation. his face devoid of any emotion as he lays down comfortably on your lap, your fingers gently stroking his messy locks.

“why not?” a pout formed in your face, clearly upset with the fact that your boyfriend just turned down your offer when in fact he rarely does that.

to be completely honest, it was not a problem for rindou to teach you, he in fact can do that anytime as long as you can and want to.

but the thing is, this man already reached miles away overthinking about the possible outcomes of your innocent request. he already thought of your constant rejections to his offers to ride with him since you already know how to drive yourself.

and he didn’t want that, not even a bit. he wants you to keep relying on him when you need someone to pick you up or just to randomly take you anywhere. but then again, he wouldn’t admit that, at least not within your range.

“just because.” he answered, his eyes still closed to avoid looking at your face that he knew he wouldn’t be able to last resisting. “and what’s the point anyway? it’s not like you’re buying yourself a motorcycle. can’t even buy herself a bottled water”

upon hearing that, you feigned an offended expression with matching hands on the chest. “excuse me?” you scoff at him earning a hearty laugh from the male below you.

“kidding. but come on, why are you suddenly asking for things like this?” he now opened his eyes, orbs staring right up you with a sulky expression hiding behind it.

he was hoping you would get his message and just drop the subject but knowing you, you’re a passionate one who never backs away from anything especially after you’ve made up your mind about your desire to do something.

“rin, please. just wanna learn a new hobby” with pleading eyes, you looked at your boyfriend in hopes of him finally giving in and agreeing to teach you.

it was true in all means. there’s not a concrete reason for you to suddenly want to learn it, just want to try something new is all. so you’ve felt unfair how your boyfriend is depriving you of that. petty it is.

“what can i earn from doing it?” he challenged, close to setting aside his worries and just giving you what you’ve been wanting since the past hour.

“hmmm.” you pretended to think, already has an offer in mind, your index finger tapping your chin continuously. “what about a kiss?”

you caught sight of the obvious scrunch of his face in disgust. “not even worth my time at all,” he joked, earning a smack on his chest from you.

“i’m asking ran then.” you’ve fired your last bullet, looking at the man on your lap with a cocky smirk knowing this would be his final straw.

“like hell you would. he won’t even agree knowing there’s a high chance of a ‘brokencycle’ at the end,” he replied smugly.

you gently moved his head away after hearing that because of how lightly he had placed it on your lap, crossed your arms over your chest, and let out an "i hate you" while rolling your eyes.

he laughed for the nth time of the day. you're on the verge of concluding that this guy's true preferred pastime and means of amusement is to annoy the hell out of you, and you could just be correct.

rindou adjusted himself in a sitting position, twisting his body lightly to have a good look at you, amusement still evident in his eyes.

out of nowhere, the blonde (w blue highlights) haired guy suddenly leaned in giving you a quick peck on the lips, his arms engulfing you tight as he looked at you intently.

because of the close proximity you have with him, you didn’t miss to get a good huff of his manly scent that you oh so love a lot. suddenly, the feeling of annoyance you once have are slowly fading away, your attention now fully set on him.

“okay, fine. i’ll teach you,” he whispered, fully aware that, given your proximity to one another, you would be able to hear him clearly.

upon hearing that, you let out a tiny scream and mentally jumped up and down in victory. so he can’t resist me after all, you thought.

“but,” your mini victory party was cut short as the guy, who is still tightly pressing you against his chest, spoke. you looked at him in confusion, already sensing something fishy and you suddenly had the urge to back away.

“but?”

“i’ll teach you in one condition,”

despite being reluctant, you slowly nodded at him to let him know it was okay to go on.

“you’ll pay for the g-a-s” rindou made sure to give emphasis to each letter as he spelled it out. if it weren't for the realization you had after hearing what he just said, you could have laughed at the expression he had on his face.

“on a second thought, i think i’m good with you being the driver. don’t you think so too, rindou?”

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teddybeartoji · 1 month

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Okiee friend roommie gojo takes you on a motorcycle at midnight to random places like the riverside or some food stall or whatever. Especially when you aren't feeling good (my current mood <3). There's less to no people at night, which is perfect!... Taking a walk with him. Orrr simply sitting on his motorcycle and chatting with him while he stands front to you.. ykwim😭

HELLOO????? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE A MASSIVE BRAIN, HMM????? THAT'S SO DELICIOUS????? see, i don't think i would've really even considered roomie!gojo owning a fuCKING MOTORCYCLE???? YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH THANK YOU FOR THAT MY LOVELY

btw you guys literally have matching helmets!!!!! he immediately bought one seeing how excited you got after seeing the bike. not to be a basic bitch but how fucking sexy is a white and blue bike?????? my eyes just rolled back into my head holy shit. anyway. matching helmets matching helmets matching helmets!!!! i think he'd love the ones that have the ears on them too lmao he's a little cutie. he also bought you your own racing jacket too!!!!!!!!! i mean he has the money so he didn't even blink an eye at the thought of buying you your own gear bc like... he would never even think about having you on the bike without atleast a helmet!!!! he's not a reckless driver at all and i genuinely don't think he'd speed at all (maybe only a little on highways and only when there isn't a lot of ppl)(he would rather die than to put you in danger like that)

and he'd 100000000000000% go on late night drives with you!!!! he sees you moping and his heart sinks:((((( at first he just tries to ask about it but when you're still looking so out of it, he offers the drive. he helps you put on the helmet and then gently headbutts you after putting his on. he loves the way your eyes smile through the small glass opening and he just already feels a bit better, a bit prouder to have made you smile.

he offers you his hand as you're taking a seat behind him and he always gets so giddy when your arms circle around him. he loves it, he really does. he waits for you to get comfortable and rest your head against his back before even turning on the engine.

you have a code that whenever you want to say something, you squeeze his thighs. when you need to stop, like stop stop, you slap his thigh. he made that rule and he didn't even let you onto the bike before making you repeat it three times for like the first five times. he doesn't play around, i'm telling you. sometimes, you like to tease him for it, for being a pussy but he isn't fazed at all. he just smiles at you and calls you his precious cargo.

okay, so i like the idea of him taking you somewhere extra quiet - maybe you even already have your spot, too? maybe a more hidden part the riverside, somewhere it's certain that you'll be alone. he parks the bike and ofc offers you his hand when you start climbing off. he smooths your hair after you pull the helmet off, making a quiet like jokes about you looking fucking insane and no matter how stupid his comments and jokes are, he always gets a laugh out of you. even if it's the smallleeeest teeniest tiniest little smile.

he takes your hand and tugs you to the lonely little food stall. the person who's managing it has seen the two of you so many times and they're fully convinced that you guys are a couple btw. gojo always pays. ALWAYS. he literally gets upset when you try. sometimes at home he whines about always paying but when you actually get to the paying part he just pushes you away??????? smh he's an idiot but he's OUR idiot.

he let's you eat before asking about your day again. he let's you rant his ears off if that's what you decide to do. he leans against the motorcycle as you pace back and forth in front of him and he's so invested!!!! no matter whether it's work drama, uni drama, some sort of friendship drama or something more personal - he's all ears. he tries to crack a few jokes here and there but he keeps it low as he's gauging your emotions. yk if you're laughing a bit more, he turns the joke machine up a notch but if not... he just let's you talk it out.

btw if you're not in a talking mood at all, he probably does the talking himself to try and distract you from whatever is bothering you. he's telling you about the new parts he wants to put on his bike, he's telling you about his day, about the people he saw on the streets, about the new comic he's reading etc etc etc. he probably invites you to rest against his chest as he does so, faintly swaying back and forth. he watches the streetlamps reflect on your skin as you rest your eyes, breathing in his cologne.

and after a while he offers to go back home. he tells you that he can take the long way or the short one, whichever suits you best. it could be 3am and he wouldn't dare rush you. he is prepared to do anything to make you feel better!!!!!!!!!!! he's such a good roomie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#what a glorious glorious idea nonnie #are you actually megamind?#yes or yes?#thank u for blessing me with this holy fuck #this randomly got like long?#but it is what it is #mwah mwah mwah nonnie ily #friends!!#angel boy #gojo satoru #gojo satoru headcanons #jjk headcanons #mickey is daydreaming #roomie!gojo

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izzielizzie · 1 year

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if you could assign love languages to the oou characters that aren't the main ones what would they be? like something that you think a character does to express their love for people that is kind of unique to them?

ooo i love this question so much! i feel like my answers fall under the 5 love languages but i like the specificity of these ones

bronwyn: writing notes

she never fell out of the habit of writing notes for people that she developed in middle school before she was allowed to have a phone, so when she wants to tell someone something quickly, she writes it on the corner of a paper in her notebook and tears it off to hand to someone. after some time, it becomes something she does for people she loves: slipping love notes into the pockets of nate’s hoodies, writing words of encouragement and affirmation for addy and cooper, and even just writing “i love you” on a napkin she hands to her sister. every single notebook bronwyn owns is filled with torn up pages and scraggly ends but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

nate: showing up

nate’s not very loud when it comes to loving people — he doesn’t really tell people how much they mean to him. so instead he just makes sure to be in the stands when cooper’s got a game, or in the audience when bronwyn’s playing piano at a concert. he even starts going to knox’s musicals. and when maeve has a bad day, he’s there at the entrance to bayview high with his motorcycle and an extra helmet so that they can get far enough away for Maeve’s problems to disappear.

cooper: “i’m here if you want to talk” texts

a big thing for cooper is making sure that his loved ones know they’re got someone in their corner no matter what because for a long time cooper didn’t feel like he’d be supported because he didn’t fit the southern jock mould. so now, whenever he thinks someone’s upset he’ll text them and say “hey i noticed you were a little off today, it’s okay if you don’t but i’m here if you want to talk” and to this day he still doesn’t know how much people value those texts. he really is just the sweetheart of the group.

addy: “this made me think of you” gifts

this girl knows people inside and out. she’ll walk past a stationery store and instantly go inside to find a new notebook for bronwyn, a set of highlighters for knox, and pens for kris. every time she goes to a grocery store she picks up red vines for cooper and chocolate for phoebe. she loves going into jewelry shops to find new earrings for maeve, and she loves gift shops because they always have fun potholders or cooking spoons that she can give luis.

kris: saying “text me when you get home”

every time, without a fail, when kris and his friends part ways to go home kris will remind them to text him when they’ve safely returned. it doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night or midmorning, he has to make sure that his loved ones know that he cares that they’re safe. and he will call after an hour if someone forgets to text, and everyone thinks that his friends would be annoyed by the constant reminder, but they actually love knowing that someone is out there worrying about them and their safety.

luis: making coffee

never once has anyone payed for coffee when luis makes it. it’s his way of telling people that he cares about them. making food has always been easy to luis, and a show of affection. over time he learns that knox prefers vanilla lattes over caramel ones, but maeve is the opposite. or that phoebe always gets decaf because caffeine gives her a headache. and he knows exactly how much sugar kris takes in his coffee, and how pale addy’s coffee always is. he knows coop prefers light roast and nate takes dark, and that bronwyn hardly ever drinks coffee so instead he’ll give her tea.

maeve: giving rides

in both books maeve has given many people rides, and it’s just her way of being there for people. like nate, she’s not openly affectionate, but she is more than willing to drive someone somewhere. when addy had a concussion and a broken ankle, it was maeve who drove her to school every day. after emma stopped going to school, maeve was the one who picked up phoebe so she wouldn’t have to walk over a mile. when nate’s arm was in a sling, maeve took him to doctor’s appointments.

knox: accompanying someone when they’re nervous

knox understands what it’s like to feel anxious about things, and he doesn’t want people to have to go through that too. so if someone has a drs appointment (see: maeve and her blood tests) he’ll go with them and sit in the waiting room, or if someone doesn’t know how to get somewhere he’ll go with them. he’s good with public transportation so he’s always willing to take the bus with a friend.

phoebe: waiting

she's always so willing to sit with someone in the waiting room at a doctor's appointment, or in line to make a purchase, or after an event that's run long so that the person she's with doesn't have to go home in the dark alone. she just makes sure that people know that they've got someone who will stay with them when they otherwise would be left to their own devices.

#phoebe's is really similar to knox's i know but i did that on purpose #i think they just have the same vibes #also cooper and kris's are similar too — also on purpose because i feel like they sort of give off the same wise/caring parent vibes #i have used the word 'vibes' too many times #bronwyn rojas #nate macauley #cooper clay #addy prentiss #kris (oou)#luis santos #maeve rojas #knox myers #phoebe lawton #one of us is lying #one of us is next #oouil #oouin

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1, 4, 8, 11, 18, 22, 23, 33, 37, 48 with zakkura

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ? - Cloud, for sure Cloud

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’? - Zack is way more protective and while Cloud doesn't need it, he gets a bit hot under the collar

8. What happens if one of them gets sick? - Zack goes into a full mother-hen mode when Cloud is sick. When Zack is sick, Cloud is gruff but gentle and brings Zack things he loves and ensures he is fed and comfortable.

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell? - Both of them try to hide their emotions if upset, but they can tell the other is upset. Cloud gets all squinty and hunched over while Zack gets overly loud and excited but it's all fake and Cloud can tell.

18. How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind? - Cloud grew up in Nibelheim, he was basically raised along the wolves so he adores the more violent animals while Zack is a bit stand-off but earns the dangerous animal/pet's respect because its important to Cloud.

22. What reminds each of their partner? - Chocobos for Cloud and any puppy for Zack

23. Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning? - Cloud, when he gets all cocooned, warm and comfortable he does not want to leave and if his human pillow [Zack] leaves then he will take issue with that.

33. Who's the better cook? - Cloud

37. Which is more likely to swear? - Cloud

48. Who's the better driver? - We never really got to see Zack drive, so I'm gonna have to say Cloud because damn he can drive and fight on his motorcycle!

#otp ask game #zakkura #SinQueen69 Answers

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sentinelpri · 2 years

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Shy

Hyun Ryu does not lack confidence.

What he lacks is bravery, he thinks as you stand next to him an arm casually slung over his shoulder as you hold a bottle of water in your hand. The two of you are on set, chatting back and forth while getting ready to go home for the night after a long day of filming. You’re a new member of the RFA, someone he recruited after the two of you started working together for this musical movie- he tells himself that he recruited you because you would be an asset to the organization, but deep down, he knows he did it to stay close to you even after the movie is released, because he fell for you the moment he first laid his ruby red eyes on you.

Every time you walk into the same room as him, log into the chatroom, or call him, he feels like he’s going crazy. His heart slams in his chest, his lungs seem to stop working, and his mind turns to mush, so while any other guy would stop and stare at you, he can’t help but look away- even now, as you excitedly ramble on about how excited you are for tomorrow’s filming while the two of you walk to your dressing room together, he finds himself staring at the floor and overthinking just how warm your arm over the back of his neck feels.

You two tumble into the dressing room, and you unabashedly start changing into your regular clothes right in front of him, so he turns the other way and finds that his entire face is flushed.

He’s not usually so shy and withdrawn- that’s what frustrates him the most, because why is he able to flirt and talk away with anyone but you? Why do you make him so scared that he can't breathe when you’re near him? Why is it that, every time he thinks he’s ready to make a move, you make him freeze? Every time it happens, he grows more and more upset with himself. When he thinks about you now, he just wants to run and hide somewhere.

You’re kind, and you’re outgoing, but you don’t throw yourself at him like he’s used to, so he doesn’t know quite how to receive you- doesn’t know quite what would happen if he ever mustered the courage to tell you the truth. Zen wishes he didn’t know the word ‘rejection’. Aside from his parents and his brother rejecting him and his interests when he was younger, he’s never had to deal with it- he’s always had the privilege of being attractive, of being loved without having to try for it, of being the one that everyone else has to make the first move on. The thought of him trying to pursue you instead of the other way around like he’s used to makes him lose his mind every time he thinks about it.

You finish changing, then take Zen by the hand and pull him out of the room, still chatting about the script and that day’s filming the entire way out of the building and to his motorcycle. He’s used to driving you to and from just about everywhere now- you say you have car problems, he offers to fix them or at least pay for them to be fixed, you deny his offer and say that you’ve been enjoying the time with him, and he wonders if you ever really had car problems in the first place or if it’s just an elaborate excuse to be his number one passenger. Zen decides not to ask.

The two of you put your helmets on and get on the motorcycle with Zen driving up front and you sitting right behind him. He isn’t sure what’s more exhilarating- your arms around his waist and your legs brushing against his legs or the whipping wind that blows his long hair in a million different directions and ripples through his protective clothing.

When the two of you get to your place, he parks in the lot and allows you to get off, but then you remove your helmet, look at Zen, and smile- that bright, beautiful smile that makes him feel so lost in time- and it takes everything in him not to freak out as he fights the butterflies that flutter in his stomach. It’s apparent that you don’t have so much as a clue of what you do to him, but at the same time, it almost feels like you’re doing it on purpose; killing him as slowly as possible.

Boom, boom.

Badump, badump, badump.

Zen’s heart is slamming against his chest so loud and fast that he wonders if you can hear it. You stare at him, clearly picking up on his emotional turbulence.

“(y/n), I…” Zen trails off, suddenly feeling incredibly shy underneath your curious gaze. There are a million words he could say right now, and he’s rehearsed in his head so many times how to do this, even practicing his confession in front of the mirror, but his tongue is stumbling in his mouth. “Um…”

“What is it, Zen?” You question, tilting your head.

Zen decides that now might be a good time to finally confess- you’re asking what’s on his mind, the two of you had a perfect day together at work, the rest of the RFA seems to love you, and you’re just… Incredible. As shy as you make him feel, he realizes it’s not worth the risk of letting you slip between his fingers to save him from embarrassment. He reminds himself that the worst he’ll get is a ‘no’ and that things will probably return to normal after that.

“(y/n)... This may be a little too forward, and maybe you don’t feel the same- which is totally fine, by the way- but I love you… And not just in the friendly way. I mean, ugh, I’m usually not so bad with words, but do you wanna go out?”

“I love you, too. We should definitely go on a date soon,” You say it like it’s easy, and Zen feels like he’s flying, but then you look him in the eye and it has him falling from the sky and back down to earth. “Zen, you okay?”

“Am I okay? I’m great,” The actor says, then gets up from his bike to wrap his arms around your smaller body. “Please, can I kiss you now?”

“I’d be sad if you didn’t,” you answer, then your lips are on his, and Zen suddenly doesn’t feel as shy as he did just half an hour ago.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfiction #hyun ryu #mysme zen #mysmes #mysmes zen #drabble #drabbles #oneshot #oneshots #fluff

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patronsaintofteachercrushes · 8 months

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9/13

i reallyyyyyy wanna get close with my english teacher, but i’m unsure how. i did the classic “i love to read so i’d love to hear any recommendations you might have !” thing in my like student questionnaire thingy. but he hasn’t given me one yet, or even talked to me personally. i know it’s only my 6th day but still. i’ll call him H on here. he’s hair is always a little messy and it’s graying like his beard. i love when men start to gray, it makes them look so wise and idk weathered ? idk it just does something for me. he’s average height and build, but he’s really funny. not sure how to get an in with him because he hasn’t told us anything that personal about him yet, just that he’s from california and so is his wife.

today in class i was thinking about U. one time during practice he was getting upset with us and the whole time he was yelling i was just thinking about kissing him honestly. today i was thinking about what it would be like to see him outside of the classroom setting or off the field, like what it would be like to text him and drive around on his motorcycle. he isn’t the “type” i’m usually drawn to, but i just like him. maybe because he made the first move. which is the hardest part about having a tc, being the driving factor. whenever he takes attendance and calls my name he always says “ah, there she is.” and he never does that with anyone else. today while looking over my work he gave me so much praise it was insane. unfortunately no “atta girl,” like when i do something good at practice, but at this point i’ll take what i can get.

my friend dropped J’s class which i am so happy about. she’s taking the class he teaches next semester instead so i’m trying to figure out of J teaches that class 3rd period too. also trying to figure out if there’s a second teacher for that subject she might have.

also !! there’s a science teacher who i’ll call B who i’ve always thought was really cute in that sort of dorky J way but he’s much older than J, and i’ll have him 2nd semester this year !! so excited about that. maybe that’ll go somewhere !

#xi’s diary #female student #male teacher crush #male teacher x female student #tc community #tc feelings #student x teacher #tc blog #tc love #teacher crush #teacher x student

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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So I'm trying to threaten me and I replaced my characters with monsters they can't figure it out John remillard drives by I'm too close with a motorcycle so I'm going to go after him I'm going to take him down on the motorcycle he says he wants them to be incorporated into it and we're going to do that takes years to heal from it normally and a lot of people who are his race are walking around with wounds broken arms and things like that from being assholes people just grab them in their arms break or the ribs just like Dave AKA Dan although his were hard a little bit harder than normal and my husband broke them by accident it's just that his whole body didn't move and his ribs with what he's trying to push with so weak he can't do that to him and we are going after you trying to remember Lord You have to hear it again it doesn't matter how many times we say it you still lose cuz we're going after you going to make mincemeat out of you and yeah Biden is the one who does it to you and Matt himself shoot you and blows your brain up and Brad dies because of the RoboCop guy and it looks like his own sister and that's what it is trying to pretend she's Sherry. So you guys are really lijedm. Yeah and Sarah said she's manipulating your death trump we can't stand you. You get into a fight with him he's going to kill you you'll be gone early maybe bja who's the lizard guy matter of fact he thinks that's who it is he thinks you die on Madagascar cuz you insulted Garth. A lot of people are starting to think that too.

When is he can't say anything to you without you saying you're winning and tonight you're going to lose all the big bases of yours and the computers there's a few of them over nine are located and they found them running can you believe that they don't do what you think

Hera

Shut up retard trump.

I'll be a great send off prove that you're mentally incompetent for trial because you're retarded

Zues Hera

You might do that cuz you're doing that to someone tip showing the half brain she's been trying to get in public eye all we have to do is help her out a little and you'll blame her she's a massive c*** wicked b**** to him you ladies are so stupid it says it's a bike lane and says you ride on the sidewalk you just have to walk with the bike and who the hell cares if you walk with no one's there I'd hate to see a cop try and do that cuz he gets off and walks whenever someone comes by not you guys so we're going to go after you again for that stupid s*** never going after Trump right now I'm going to take his bike and jam it up his ass so second time he's threatened him with that thing and it's attempted vehicular homicide and we're going to charge you with it

Mac daddy

Those are the charges are starting to stick is staying in prison longer and longer we're finding more and more of your computers using it and we have to continue doing it now

I want it for this harassment he's harassing us too by harassing him and he's right we just sit here watching it taking a beating I want to go out there now and get him and I'm waiting for orders

Daniel

I too want to get him and I'll team up with whoever's doing it big teams are going to erase him here so I can get rid of most of his facilities tonight he's got to go first this guy is a big menace to everyone he's more like became useless because of him we should be blaming all of them for what he's done

Mike too

It's finally time the b******* is stopping the guys are complete lunatic I'm going to take him out of the knees

Mac daddy

I don't have any room for error and this guy keeps making errors everywhere employees he's stupid and f***** up what he says to him is so upsetting you would not believe it he's actually the programmer and the guy is sitting there telling him all this s*** that's wrong it says it's all wrong shut up you f****** loser you can't even listen to any of it and no one else could either but he has a computer program and he runs it and he has the keys might as well take those

Beb Arnold tell me I've already took your program you piece of s*** you're just sitting there doing loser s*** all the time some sort of idiotic pantomime we're going after you get rid of you

We are too I can't stand him anymore doing that stuff to our son I can't stand it I don't know why someone couldn't have notified here comes the f****** bozo you don't let him do that come on it says we're eliminating a threat by having a threaten you I don't want to do in that turns into b**** I don't get any sleep all night long. Showing people what he's doing the ranting for other people of his are doing it we had one to control and he knows it what really you know it's aggravating him a lot I have to have a meeting cuz I'm not getting it either what he's saying is cut that s*** he had s*** off they're coming here and take my place everybody's so damn f****** manly I can't stand these people at all in any way you can't either you're so manly but you're not here this is an incredibly difficult place to be I don't need that a****** doing that s*** I'm defenseless and also you don't tell me you're defending me of her anymore you just sit there and f*** around with me all day everyone else does too now he's saying that he means it and he wants us to stop this s*** I have to have a meeting it's not happening and now I'm doing it I knew what I was doing but really he's like what the f*** are you doing. What do I have to do like the apartment on fire oh you better blame someone and then have them run by me with the fire engine too close. Starting to see his point he doesn't have any points left doesn't want this s*** cuz he can't afford it no going after that guy and we did that on purpose but really he's saying that it's already out there he just show people it's out there it's better than showing it's happening to me unless you're doing it correctly and I say this he's issuing orders and he forced it and that makes more sense then had him do it so you can issue orders now you're telling them yourself to get investigated to slow us down further it doesn't make any sense to you it does you just drove by again so I have to get in here and we're not in here so get in here haven't do it and have him tell him to do it

Thank you anyways but it's very very very very very very very very very irritating in here it's extremely irritating I'm very powerful people are cutting me off on that what do you want anyways I don't have any money at all these people all need to die every single f****** one of them

Is back again but he's right the spent to burnt out the stupid the retarded in the front I've had enough in my feel of this stupid show this is ridiculous you didn't do anything all day but ride around in circles his assholes keep saying is the cheese and I was dumb s*** we're going after them and get rid of them I'm sick of these people I'm running up the orders and I'm sending them in you two trying to stop that s*** and not start it swear I should put him in a room with you this idiot you'll get it right away why don't you do that by the way each of you at a different time not just follow him around trying to deal with him on a car purchase or both purchase or house inspection of his house all sorts of stuff you can do he is the most annoying crap you've ever seen by the time you haven't done anything he has made a deal with you he's ruined a couple things

You want to get Adam this is terrible this is horrible horrible you're not getting points at all he does not want to see you doing that s*** it's everywhere

Thor Freya

Like I said he was forcing to happen he says don't let him force you to say it so I believe it it's kind of illegal and I realize it is so I'm going to the Thor Freya to drop my reporting and falling procedure.

Frank Castle hardcastle

Inside and we see it now and we're helping you can't let it get to that point but where are the high pressure point we need a lot of troops I want people to get in here and start hiring I'm trying to those two putting it on the line saying what they have to although they're effective and they're like military it says he needs them to say it and if it works they'll feel better it's actually true even if it works a little goes up 3%, it smile and said you're actually right what do we need to tell him. Need to tell them a few things to go through our minds we have to be involved in this daily or really not part of it even me that's one and then we have to make sure they don't get these weapons intended our people to have but being involved by being not involved that's another these people are dangerous even if this stuff wasn't here they can make things to go real fast and the diamond spheres are in question and we're still here and it's a problem because of ships and lasers and thorium and authority balls are huge and a detonation might affect them and they might be terminated because the universe might go up that's another reason all those reasons plus should be listed at the same time are they ready if massive amounts of space to breathe from like Saturn and from ships and other things that blew up while racing towards them at 3 million miles an hour to stop all of that degree all at once and more.

I've got some additional he's our friend and he's telling us off because we're sitting here not doing the job by hiring and we can't do the job cuz we don't have enough people and that's one that should be said each and every time all of these points should be mentioned he's also mentioning that these people have a lot of hardware and foreigners aren't here yet and they should have been here right now and there's only a few and it's a problem and it takes a while for them to get here. Now we're asking people what to do and we should not we should know and he knows what to do you have to reduce them take people out of the plan get their plan take weaponry take stuff to make weapons with and all the time and stop their phony and we have to do it constantly because we're not raising the Army to full capacity and that should be included too I agree we should make a statement that we issue each and every one of us should issue it to ours in a different way usually using different verbiage but we should say the same thing and we should make it that way not uniform but the same points you know number one we are insufficiently manned for our universe to be in a safe state. Language it's military style English and there's more number two we're contracting and it war with a very vast number of dangerous people who are mostly considered to be terrorists and they have access to devices that are natural and not and ones that are man-made that can destroy the Earth the solar system and just a result the universe in a short amount of time due to chain reaction at this moment so I'm going to write it up I'm going to send it in and we're going to make a plaque and I'm going to put it in public places this is what you should sign up for in your required to and Olympus wants you and then at the bottom whose area it is as empress and emperor and king and queen and etc down to the mayor and his Goddess wife and we are going forward

Frank Castle hardcastle

The above was me Duke Nukem Blockbuster and yeah I have to do something equally as important as putting national guard posts out with recruiters and what you're saying is find the local damn recruiters for each area no matter how small in town is and assign them to build it with blocks on his own time if he has to it's all our time but I'm going to go ahead and do that I don't care if you get a permit we'll make it right just call it the office I'm going to do that right now thank you for the assignment you're welcome he says and let's get Thor Freya Frank Castle hardcastle and they'll go to Olympus with you and we'll get it all approved and I say it's approved but I see what you're saying and get our special block at our home Depot where We are this is incredible he says we should do it here within our areas I'm going to start doing that now

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soulmate-game · 3 years

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Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

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kaorisun · 2 years

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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 BLOOMIC. their last day on the motorway (xyx x reader)

tags ; heavy angst, reader death, hurt no comfort, sad ending, gender neutral reader

summary ; Xyx and (y/n) absolutely love going on late night rides together— after all, they keep each other out of trouble. They always have. However, after a particularly nasty fight ensues between the couple, (y/n) decides to go on a solo drive to cool off and gather their thoughts. Unbeknownst to Xyx or (y/n), fate has decided: they’ll never return home to each other. This ride would be (y/n)’s last.

author’s note ; please heed to the tags! this is depressing— but as one of the biggest angst enjoyers out there— I figured, what kind of writer would I be if I didn’t write absolutely heart-wrenching, awful bloomic angst? so here we are! I’ve given you fluff, now here is some angst! enjoy! <3

Xyx hummed quietly as he sat at his desk, reminiscing about his last ride with his dearest lover.

Driving a motorcycle had always been exhilarating for him. It was an unhealthy escapism that he utilized— one that he used to be rather reckless with. However, after meeting and subsequently falling in love with his current partner, it became less of an unhealthy coping mechanism. To him, motorcycling was now quality time spent with his lover. An activity where he could indulge in two things he cared for dearly— a time where he could release all of his worries and truly feel like it was (y/n) and him against the world.

They’d always take the longest paths— the furthest backroads. Rides with his lover could last for hours because they always took the most scenic route possible. They took the roads no one else would drive so they could speed up— get the rush of adrenaline they both loved— while still being safe about it. (y/n) always insisted on safety. They’d never agree to anything that could be dangerous to either one of them. Perhaps if Xyx was still the same person as he was before they met, he’d deflect their worry like he does with everyone else. He’d insist it’d be fine— but now it was different.

He trusted (y/n). He truly believed that they cared for him in the same way that he cared for them. Care was once something that was shown to Xyx as an obligation— not because anyone truly wanted to look out for him. His previous choice of friends hardly even allowed him to be upset— stating that he was always joking around. A class clown couldn’t feel upset— he wasn’t allowed to feel upset, but then he met (y/n). They showed him that they cared not because they had to but because they wanted to. They looked out for him— they helped him— they loved him in a way no one else did. (y/n) allowed him to be himself— whether that meant he would be joyous or otherwise. They loved every aspect of him— just as Xyx loved everything about them.

He always assumed that they’d be together forever, as cliche as that sounds, but it was true. Xyx found a soulmate in (y/n)— a sentiment that they both shared. He always knew that they’d spend the rest of their lives together— however long that may be. He had no intention of allowing anything to separate them or drive a wedge between them. They had couples spats occasionally— but usually it wasn’t anything too major that they couldn’t solve on their own.

Usually.

Today had been rough for them both. Xyx fucked up— he knew he did. When he consulted the server for extra advice— they told him all the same thing.

Let (y/n) cool off and prepare one solid apology. Xyx had done exactly that, but it didn’t stop him from being antsy. They’d been gone for an hour now.

Could he blame them though? The argument they had was… awful.

Xyx had arrived home from work, letting out a deep sigh. He glanced at the time— later than he wanted. 10:25pm. He kicked his shoes off at the door before walking into the house and freezing. The candles— flowers— his partner resting their head on their arms, dozing off at the dinner table.

Anniversary. And he’d completely forgotten. He winced quietly, noticing Cat at their feet, tail flicking and staring right through him, almost in a judgmental manner. He fucked up. He had no clue how he’d make it up to them.

He tried to be quiet so as to not wake them from their sleep, but it was useless— after all, (y/n) wasn’t asleep to begin with. They let out a long sigh as they sat up and glanced over at him, an upset, almost disappointed expression on their face.

“Welcome home. Want me to reheat dinner for you?” They asked gently. It hurt Xyx more that they didn’t even address the obvious preparations. They completely disregarded the flowers, the candles— it hurt more because it felt like they had been expecting this. He couldn’t blame them. He’d been anything but supportive recently.

“I’m sorry, doll. I… I completely forgot— I can’t believe I let it slip my mind. Let me make it up to you? I promise I’ll do better.” He said softly. (y/n) shook their head before standing up and placing one of the plates in the microwave, not even sparing him a glance.

“It’s fine, Xyx. You never liked promises, anyways. Besides, I expected this to happen. I’m just disappointed, I guess. I thought you’d at least have it in your schedule. It’s been a whole year, after all.” They said, their voice cracking slightly. Xyx reached out to them, silently begging for the other to look at him.

“Please, love. Look at me. Why did you expect this to happen? Do you really think so little of me?” He questioned and (y/n) pulled their arm away and faced him, but didn’t meet his eyes. They inhaled deeply before sighing once more.

“Xyx. You’ve been distant. That’s why I expected it. Look— I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Cat was just in the hospital again— and they just got out. I assumed that you would be a little shaken up from that. That’s why I didn’t mind when you forgot my birthday. I mean hey, we were both scared for Cat, right?” They reasoned and bit their lip for a moment to hold back oncoming tears. Xyx scanned their features— remaining quiet to urge them to continue.

“But… When Cat did get sick, I had to visit the vet on my own. You just went off and drowned yourself in work or went and chased adrenaline without me like I wasn’t struggling, too. Cat’s back now! They’re doing better and you don’t seem to want to accept that— I’m starting to believe that you still don’t wanna accept that you care about Cat— about me. You forgot our anniversary. I thought it was important— but not as important as your escapism, right?” (y/n) muttered, their tone turning bitter as tears fell— they shook their head before hugging themself in a failed attempt to soothe themself as they turned away from him, taking a few idle steps.

The physical distance felt painful, but it was only a reflection of the emotional turmoil he’d been putting them through.

“Xyx I want to be there for you. But I can’t do anything when you push me away at the glimpse of any sort of tragedy or difficult situation. I see through the walls you put up when you actually talk to me. But when I hardly see you? When you run off to do something reckless the second you get home if you aren’t staying overtime? It doesn’t help that you don’t tell me what you’re up to, either. I can’t do anything and it feels awful. Do you not want my support? Is it not enough?” They asked quietly and in that moment, Xyx’s heart shattered because he knew.

They were right. He still hasn’t fully accepted that they truly cared for him and that he cared just as much. It was a scary thought— but to think that they blamed themself for his own insecurity? That felt horrible. But his escapism— it wasn’t— he wasn’t intentionally avoiding them— in fact they were all he thought about during those moments.

“Doll, of course not! Your support is more than enough. It’s always been enough. Even when I’m away, I think of you. You’re enough. I swear” He insisted as he reached out, placing his hands on their shoulders and pulling them in closer. They turned to face him and looked up, the upset clear in their expression.

“Then why didn’t you come to me? Why have you been avoiding me? I thought at least you’d care enough to show up for dinner so we could talk. You think of me, but can’t bear my physical presence? Why are you avoiding me so vehemently, Xyx?” They asked with teary eyes. Xyx opened his mouth to give a response, but realized he didn’t have one— biting his tongue as he felt his lover watch him— waiting for an answer. When they realized they weren’t getting one, they spoke again.

“Do you not trust me, Xyx? Do you not believe me when I say I care for you? Is that why?” (y/n) questioned. He finally met their eyes, holding eye contact for a moment before averting his gaze away guiltily.

“It’s not anything you did, I’m sorry. I promise it’s only me and my own fears.” He stated simply and (y/n) pulled away from him and walked away. Xyx followed, desperately attempting to keep up with them.

“You could’ve told me— you could’ve said anything to me, you know? You could’ve just admitted to me that you didn’t trust me just yet.” They insisted as they yanked on their leather jacket, grabbing their gloves off of their shared dresser.

“I couldn’t have— what good would it really have done, doll? Where are you going?” Xyx asked— his own frustrations building up along with his guilt. Why weren’t they listening to him? Why didn’t they just understand?

“I’m going out because I can’t stand to be here, Xyx! You don’t get it! If you told me, at least I would know that you cared enough to ease my worries! It’s better than having to feel like I’m forcing it out of you! Would you… would you have even told me if I didn’t force it out of you myself? You say it’s nothing that I’ve done— but I feel like it is because you haven’t bothered to say otherwise! I've been spending weeks wondering if you’ve hated me or if I’ve upset you because you hardly looked me in the eye at all.” They broke— their tears now freely falling down their cheeks for a few moments before they wiped them away furiously— grabbing their helmet as they headed towards the door— away from Xyx.

“I don’t hate you! I just didn’t want to burden you with that! And I… made you upset by hiding it.” He muttered, but his lover was now long ignoring him, pulling on their boots as they prepared to leave for the road.

“We can talk about it now! We can have the conversation, doll— please! We need to talk this out!” He insisted. (y/n) shot him a glare before grabbing their motorcycle keys.

“We can talk later. I’m pissed right now, Xyx. I can’t have that conversation when I’m this upset. I need to cool off— and so do you.” They insisted and Xyx snapped.

“Fine! But this is precisely why it’s hard for me to let others so close to me. This is why letting others care for me is entirely nonsensical! Never again, (y/n).” He muttered angrily. He heard a quiet huff from his partner and felt a quick kiss on his cheek.

“You don’t mean that. Eat. Take a bath. Cool off. I’ll be back and once I am, we can talk. Say what you will, even if I’m pissed, even I can admit that I still love you.” They said before pulling on their helmet and starting their motorcycle up before heading out into the dark of the night.

“I love you too… and I’m sorry.” Xyx muttered to himself as he watched them leave, heading back into the house to cool his head.

But that led to now. Xyx realized his fault in the situation. He should’ve communicated his troubles to his partner because he knew it’d always make him feel better. After the second scare with Cat— he should’ve been more reassured since they were supporting him, but instead— he was too scared to face his thoughts. Too scared to think about losing Cat that he had to fill his thoughts with anything but the situation.

And instead of indulging in his most attractive, loving partner, he fell back on bad habits. He knew he cared for Cat and long admitted that he cared for his lover— but with that came the fear of losing them both, something he felt he couldn’t express earlier. A thought that he needed to drown out completely. Though that was precisely what drove his partner out.

He was to blame, and he wanted to apologize to (y/n). But they still weren’t home.

Their phone went straight to voicemail every time. No texts, calls— nothing.

He was becoming increasingly worried. They never went this long without saying something. He knew that they told him to wait at home for their return— but it’s been far too long.

He hopped on his own motorcycle after gathering proper gear and drove out in the direction that he saw (y/n) take earlier.

He admired the view along the way. The beautiful stars framing the silver moon— the skies so dark that the trees were but a silhouette of black amongst the most scenic backdrop. He imagined that (y/n) cleared their thoughts, released all of their frustrations while looking at such a calming scene. As he rode, it was like he could see his lover in his peripheral— right alongside him, enjoying the view, gesturing him to pull over so they could take a photo.

Then after taking in the view, they’d hop right back on their motorcycle and race away and Xyx would speed up to catch them— a fun game of cat and mouse that got adrenaline pumping through them both on this empty motorway.

He distantly wondered, as he continued, if he’d be able to cheer (y/n) up by playing this game together again in the dead of night. To give them the quality time that he’d been neglecting.

However, as quickly as the thought came— it went as he was snapped out of his daydreams— flashes of blue and red, loud blaring sirens disturbing an otherwise peaceful night. The whole road was blocked off and Xyx slammed the breaks and screeched to a stop.

He glanced over the scene— his mindset immediately jumping to one more reminiscent of his workplace. An accident— a car and…

And a motorcycle.

His heart dropped, rushing to properly stop his motorcycle as he rushed to the edges of the scene. His chest tightened— the words “dead on impact” floating amongst the first responders. His whole world was teetering on the edge of a complete collapse as he neared the scene— and then he saw it.

(y/n). Lifeless on the pavement— confirmed further by the paramedic hovering over their lifeless body. Their body— covered in cuts and bruises— bloodied, but not beyond recognition. He could recognize them anywhere, but he so badly wanted to deny it— it wasn’t his lover, they promised they’d always be with him.

It couldn’t be (y/n). He couldn’t lose them. Because if he lost them— it’d mean having to face the most painful part of caring so deeply for someone.

Losing that person. Losing the one that you love most in the entire world.

He tried to get words out— tried to mutter their name— but all that he could manage was a quiet sob. An officer was by his side instantly, glancing over to the paramedic that held his lover’s phone, the two seeming to exchange a look and a nod in what he assumed to be a silent confirmation of his identity.

His knees felt weak and he collapsed. With him came the downfall of his world— of his entire life. His ears rang loudly, but despite that he heard the officer apologizing for his loss— explaining that his partner had been in a head-on collision with a drunk driver.

An accident they could’ve never survived. One that took them from the world instantly.

Xyx glanced once more over at his partner’s body and being closer now confirmed it. It was them.

He let out a loud sob— drowning out any words spoken to him as he keeled over, crying out his their name in desperation.

“Please don’t leave me! I didn’t mean it— I love you! I love you more than anything! Please come back! I can’t— I can’t do this without you, doll. Please.” His voice cracked and each sob shook him, tears streaming and dripping down his face.

They were gone, though. His cries were left unheard by the one person he wished could hear them. His lover— (y/n)— the light of his life, the one he could confide in— the one who he pushed away. They had been understanding— willing to sit and have a conversation with him despite the pain he caused them— they wanted to reconcile because all they cared for was that Xyx was happy.

But Xyx couldn’t hold onto that happiness— because it still slipped out from his fingertips when he needed it the absolute most.

Why had he fought with them? Why had he come home late— why didn’t he just talk to them about his troubles? He was scared of losing them— and if he had just admitted that, he wouldn’t be forced to face that fear at this moment.

There was no going back and it was his fault.

He sobbed. More than he had in his entire life. There was no bringing his lover back. He wish he’d gotten to tell them— tell them that his thrill seeking adventures had been nothing reckless— he wasn’t off on a ride— or out water skiing— or even doing meaningless tricks on his motorcycle— not at all.

The adrenaline pumping activity had been ring shopping. Because despite his fear centering around losing (y/n)— they remained ever present in his thoughts. Despite the fact that he had foolishly forgotten his own anniversary— he had only done so because he knew he wanted to spend countless more years with them. He forgot because he was busy planning to make a new anniversary for them both to celebrate.

But it was too late.

The ring sat heavy in his pocket. With it, sat the remnants of his crushed hope and his lost dreams.

They weren’t coming back. The person who was supposed to be his future fiancé was long gone.

And this lifetime was destined to be a lonesome one for Xyx. Because truthfully?

How else could he ever find someone to love as much as he loved (y/n)?

How could he bring himself to move on when he lost them so suddenly?

How could Xyx ever find anyone to replace his soulmate?

(y/n) spent their last day riding their troubles away. Taking in the beautiful scenery that Xyx himself had seen. Effectively— he walked himself through their final moments without realizing it.

At the very least, they died taking in the beautiful world around them. They died, hopefully with Xyx in mind.

Now, he could only hope that they passed knowing that Xyx didn’t hate them.

He loved them more than anything. He’d always love them more than he could ever express and his mistakes from the last weeks didn’t reflect how he truly felt. If anything, the ring he had been wanting to gift them was how he truly felt.

He only hoped that wherever they were, (y/n) knew.

That he loved them up until their final moment.

#blooming panic #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic xyx #xyx x reader #bp xyx #bloomic #bloomic angst #blooming panic angst #kaori-retired

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histarean · 3 years

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dating reiner braun headcanons

content: general reiner head canons but dating edition!!

a/n: yep i'm back! and in honor of our two faced man's birthday, here are some random head canons for the birthday boy himself. it's still august 1st in my time zone so technically his birthday isn't over yet

i think we’ve already established this but reiner would be the biggest sweetheart - in any relationship

even if you two were just friends, he would do the most to make sure you were happy

especially if you were dating

i’m talking surprise flowers at your doorstep and the most elaborate dates

if you dated in high school, prepare for over the top prom invitations

you know those crazy prom proposals you hear about? that’s him.

and don’t be surprised if you see his face on pinterest standing in your yard surrounded by rose petals

but in university and above, he’s more subtle with it

he’d still keep up the romantic gestures and go out of his way to find new ones but skip the huge public scenes and such

he just wants to make sure you know he still loves and cares for you

it’s okay reiner we all know

he would try baking/cooking but never again

reiner probably burned through all the ingredients and didn’t make a single edible thing

it’s the thought that counts, okay

touch starved man!!!!

we all know about clingy eren but clingy reiner...

he’s super mindful of pda in public, but he’ll at least hold hands with you

and you know that signature hand-in-back-pocket move? i fully believe he would do that

anything so he can touch you and make sure you’re there

for when he’s driving, he’ll do the stereotypical hand on your thigh and will get genuinely upset if you don’t let him

after some back and forth he reluctantly settles for an arm over your seat

just let him touch you, he loves you so much

but when you’re alone, all standards are off

he’ll pull you in for hugs at random times, ending in a kiss to the forehead or lips

or if he’s feeling really needy, he’ll drag you to the nearest cushioned seat and hold you there

he usually ends up falling asleep and you’re stuck there until he wakes up his arms are stronger than diamonds

reiner doesn’t mean to be annoying, he just wants to be with you all the time

please put up with him

there’s a lot going on in his head but he tries to remember important dates and anniversaries for you

don’t get mad if he forgets, he’s doing his best

if he DOES end up forgetting, he’ll do absolutely everything he can to make up for it, apologizing profusely and going all out for a “makeup” date

usually consists of a candle-lit dinner and a long night full of gourmet food and wine

i’m forcing myself to keep this sfw but just know he would be such a gentle lover

soft dom soft dom soft dom

basically a gentle giant

he uses different pet names for you in private than in public to avoid you getting embarrassed

his public pet names: baby, babe, sweetheart, angel, dear, love, darling

private pet names: honeybun, gorgeous, doll, sugar, sweetcheeks (on occasion), and any other cheesy ones he thinks of

my friend and i cannoned him as having a motorcycle and before you say no, just imagine reiner picking you up, leaning on the front of his motorcycle reciting the corniest pick up lines, “if looks could kill, you’d be a mass weapon of destruction,” or something stupid like that

definitely has multiple fur babies you guys adopted together

i’m voting he would get a cat and dog cause he said he didn’t want the other to get ‘lonely’ when you're not there

and names them some weird name no one would have thought of

something like cattatunia or sir didemus

but uses them unironically and has no clue why everyone laughs when you tell them their names

and best believe these animals have full first, middle, and last names too

he means well in the grand scheme of things and anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend

i barely edited these, it's just a compilation of hc thoughts that popped into my head and i happened to turn into a birthday post. i really want to do more detailed ones sometime in the future so they're not all over the place

#these were so incredibly rushed omg #another character i've never written before #my masterlist is going to be so hectic #and of course happy birthday to zeke too #Reize birthday collab (kinda)#reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun headcanons #reiner fluff #reiner headcanons

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rayslittlekitten · 3 years

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You Got This - Part 2

I recommend reading Part 1 first if you haven't.

Plot: After having a heart to heart, you and Jax re-live your youth.

Pairing: Jax Teller x F! Reader

Contains: a lot of fluff and fluffy sex, also a shit ton of Jax smoking porn, and you see his butt 🙃

A/N: Thank you Anon for this request. I hope you and the other readers enjoy this (if not more) than the first part. This took me longer than I expected to write this, but it's finally done. I kept going back and forth on trying to decide what to include and what not to. Also, had I known I was going to be writing a part two for this, the beginning of this would have been at the end of part one, but hindsight is 20/20. I actually did already write out most of the beginning but decided to leave it out of part one because I thought where I left it was a good place to end it. I also thought about eliminating it completely but I really like the interaction that happens with Gemma. To me it's like a beauty shot. Is it necessary and does it move the story along at all? Not quite, but it looks good so let's just leave it in there anyways. Also to squeeze a little bit more angst out of Jax.

Also, I had a bit of trouble writing this as well because as strange as this sounds, I couldn't find the perfect song to pair with this. Sometimes I need music to help me get into the mindset and mood. I was going for like a nostalgic summer love kinda thing. I had actually thought to use a song form the mid-90s because to really make it feel nostalgic and Shanice's "Saving Forever For You" was the winner for that but I decided it was not right for this. Maybe their actual first time, yes. Then it was a toss up between "Honey Whiskey" by Satica and "Take Me Away" by Sinead Harnett/EARTHGANG and the latter won given the situation. I'd recommend giving it a listen below (or any of the songs listed) to get the mood I was going for while writing the sex scene. I really thank you for reading my ramblings if you've gotten this far. I just want to give the readers the best experience to my stories and how it was intended when I wrote it.

A loud commotion outside interrupts the moment and you both realize you need to get dressed before someone finds the both of you. He pulls out of you and you both quickly get yourselves together. You hop into the bathroom inside the bedroom to clean yourself up. When you walk out, you see Jax sitting on the bed smoking a cigarette with all his clothes and hair in place, like he had been sitting there this whole time and didn't move from his spot when you first walked in. He glances over to you and you're reminded of how his handsome charming face is something you miss so much.

"I should probably go before someone starts looking for either of us." You walk out of the bathroom and towards the front door. Jax grabs your hand and pulls you back to him.

"Hey." He stands up, cups your face and looks at you. "It's really good to see you again."

Suddenly you both hear the door knob rattling and then a knock following it.

"Jax, are you in there, honey?" You both hear Gemma on the other side of the door.

You both separate and smooth yourselves out and Jax walks over to open the door.

"Honey, what are you doing in here? Tara--" Gemma's facial expression shifts when she spots you. She looks at the both of you suspiciously. You both thought you were so slick when you were younger but if there was anyone who knew what you both were up to, it would be Gemma. Nothing slips past her. In fact, she’s always secretly hoped you two would get together. You were born into SAMCRO, making you MC royalty. The Princess of Charming.

"Oh, I didn't know you were in here too. I'm very sorry about Opie, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Gemma." You walk closer to the door and Gemma pulls you in for a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Where's your fiancé?" Gemma asks curiously.

"Fiancé?" Jax glances over at you.

"I came by myself this time," you answer. "We're kind of on a break." You wrinkle your nose.

"I'm sorry to hear that too. Must be one hell of a break." Gemma's knowing eyes are boring a hole into you. "Lyla tells me you're staying a while?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna help her out with the kids for a week or so until she can figure it out. I know you and the club will be a big help, but with everything going on, I think her and the kids can use another familiar face."

"Family is important and I'm very happy to see you here." Gemma's eyes shift to Jax with the same knowing look she gave you. "Well, whenever you're ready, Tara's looking for you."

"Thanks, mom." Jax runs his hand over the top of his hair. Gemma glances at you both again once more before she walks away.

You start making your way out the door when Jax pulls you back in.

"You're engaged?" Jax asks with wide eyes.

"Was," you reply.

"Was it to that pretentious English prick you brought back with you last time?" Jax snarls.

"Ray is a good guy and he treats me really well. We're just going through a bit of a rough patch right now," you tell him. "Also, the last I heard, you're married with two children, Teller."

Jax just looks at you, knowing he has no right to be upset about you being with another man.

"And I believe your wife is looking for you," you say before walking away from him as you see your nephews and niece running up to you. "Hey guys!"

Jax takes a drag of his cigarette while he continues watching you as you kneel down to greet the kids.

A few days later...

The sun is beginning to set and Jax is at the clubhouse. Most of the people have already left. He needs some quiet and alone time after spending a few days earlier in the week not just watching his best friend get killed, but also saying goodbye and laying him to rest. He climbs up the ladder onto the roof of the clubhouse, one of his favorite places to think and reflect quietly while smoking. What he didn't expect to find is someone else had beat him to the spot.

"I didn't know you were here," Jax says as he walks over and sits next to them. "You've been avoiding me like the plague all week."

"I miss watching the sunset," you reply without looking at him.

"The sun doesn't set where you are?" Jax asks as he lights up a joint.

"It's not the same."

Jax takes a long drag and then offers it to you.

You look at it for a moment and form a small smile before taking it from him. The roof was also a place you both frequented in your youth to smoke pot, away from your parents and the adults. Eventually they figured out your secret spot, but it didn't stop you guys from coming back. You take a pull and hand it back to him.

"I also miss this. There is nothing like California-grown weed."

Jax takes a hit and blows out the smoke from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you ever miss me?" Jax looks over at you and passes the joint back to you.

You look over to him and squint an eye to prevent the sun from blinding you.

"Yeah, sometimes I do."

"Does your English weed taste like fucking tea and crumpets?" Jax jokes.

"Oh, I get the best shit there is over there. Trust me." You chuckle. "But... it's not home."

"So why don't you come home?" Jax looks back at you with the same squinty face.

You look at him for a moment deciding what you want to say. "You know, that's the reason why Ray and I put the engagement on hold. With everything happening here, I wanted to be closer to family. Figure my shit out." You take another drag and return the joint back to him.

"There's more than family that would love to see you back home too." Jax reaches for your hand and squeezes it.

"Jackson, what happened the other day, we both acted out of impulse. We were both just... vulnerable. I'm sorry if it gave the wrong impression."

Jax shakes his head, then takes another long pull of the joint. “Ope was like my moral compass, kept me grounded and always pointed me in the right direction, and now he's gone, because of me."

"Jackson, you can't--" You start shaking your head.

"You’re the closest thing I have left of Ope. I need you." Jax holds your hand.

"Jackson, in your heart, you always knew what was best. You don't need me." You push a loose chunk of his blonde hair away from his face and tuck it behind his ear. "I know you're hurting, but I can't fill the void that Opie left. Nothing ever will. Just focus on what's important to you and you'll figure it out. You always did." You smile at him while caressing his cheek with your thumb. "You got this." He closes his eyes and leans in to your hand, soaking in your touch.

"You still have too much faith me." He turns his head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand.

"Yeah, maybe. Besides, our boat sailed a long time ago," you add, pulling your hands away from him and looking away. Jax takes the last drag of the joint and tosses it off the roof.

"Maybe that boat can make one last stop before sailing away for good?" Jax gently grabs your chin and turns your head to him to look into his slightly droopy eyes.

Even all this time, it's still hard to not get lost in his baby blues. It's even harder with the perfect setting: the firey orange sky, the slight California breeze, the clubhouse rooftop. Maybe it's the weed, but it feels perfect in the moment. It's all taking you back to the summer when you were 14, when the only care in your worlds were right in front of each other. It's also the perfect setting for cruising around. Jax use to "borrow" one of the bikes from the clubhouse and take you on joyrides, basking in the sun while the wind hits your faces.

He slowly leans into you, and you close the distance, pressing your lips against his. Jax immediately responds and kisses back, his tongue slipping between your teeth. You can taste whiskey mixed with a faint linger of cigarettes and marijuana. Jax cradles your neck and pulls you in closer to him.

The loud roar of a motorcycle driving by and backfiring breaks you up. You both are brought back to reality that you are both still on a rooftop and a bit baked.

"Come on, let's get inside." Jax jerks his head towards the latch. Jax helps you down the ladder first and he follows behind. He quickly makes a sweep and doesn't see anyone except for a few guys at the bar with their back turned towards the both of you. Jax grabs your hand and leads you back into the spare bedroom you both were in earlier in the week. This definitely feels like you both are hormone-driven teenagers again, sneaking around the clubhouse.

Once Jax closes and locks the door, he turns his attention back to you but he stops in his tracks to really look at you. All of you. He never thought he'd ever be with you or see you like this again. What happened the other day was different. Like you said, it was a moment of weakness, an impulsive move on both of you because of shared pain.

This time, there is no urgency, there is no hurt, just the two of you re-living a moment the two of you wish you had the opportunity to experience over and over again. This time it's intentionally and purely for the most selfish reasons. He walks over to you and presses his lips onto yours, taking his time to actually taste and feel your soft lips on his. He pulls you in close to his body as his hands explore yours.

As the both of you continue to deliberately and slowly make out, Jax grabs your ass and presses himself against you, feeling his erection through your clothes. Jax pushes you backward towards the bed and you fall back when you feel the edge hit the back of your knees. He falls on top of you and expertly starts disrobing you while making out with you. In one quick swift, Jax pulls your shirt over your head, leaving you in a satin black bra. He takes his time with you, starting with his lips on your neck, licking and kissing it, even nibbling at it. He's always wanted to leave a hickey on you, letting all the guys know you're taken. He then makes his way down to your collar bone, the top of your chest and then pulls down your bra on one side to reveal a nipple. He puts his mouth over it and swirls his tongue around it. Jax looks up to see your reaction and find you looking back biting your lower lip. He smirks and pulls down the other side of your bra and gives that nipple the same attention, making you arch against his mouth.

"Oh, Jackson," you moan.

He lets out a low growl.

"As much as I want to hear all the sexy noises coming out of your mouth while I'm pleasuring you, you gotta keep it quiet, darlin'." He kisses you while he unhooks your bra and tosses it aside. He then unbuttons your pants and backs himself off the bed. He slowly slides your pants and thong off your hips and down your legs. He licks his lips, excited to unwrap you like his present. You watch him as he lowers himself to his knees and kneels at your feet to help you with your boots and removes the rest of the clothes off your body. Suddenly feeling a bit exposed and shy like it's your first time with Jax, you keep your legs together. Jax places his hands on each of your knees and coaxes them open. He looks at his gift and licks his lips.

He dives in between your legs while looking up at you. His soft lips and warm wet tongue are licking and sucking you on all the right places and his beard tickling your inner thighs. That's new to you. He barely had peach fuzz in his teens. You feel him slip a finger inside you as his lips are pulling at your clit. Your breathing is getting shorter and more shallow. Jax inserts another long finger in you and finds your g-spot, rubbing circles on it.

"Jax, I..." Feeling your orgasm building, you are rendered speechless. Jax continues sucking and stroking you until you come undone into his mouth and on his fingers. He watches you squirm and thrash as you scream quietly in ecstasy. He doesn't stop until you are sensitive to his touch and you push him away. He wipes his beard and smiles at you, proud of his accomplishment. Jax surely still knows his way around your body.

You glance up to him as he gets to his feet. You watch him strip his clothes off, first the kutte, then his shirt pulled over his head. He kicks off his sneakers as he takes his time unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. You're glad he's taking his time though because it allows you to soak up and remember every second you have with this gorgeous man in front of you. He finally pulls his jeans and boxers down. Besides from the other day, the last time you and him were this intimate, the both of you were shorter, slimmer and clearly less experienced. Now you’re both grown, gained curves and muscles and are far more seasoned in the bedroom. He's also certainly grown in other places as well.

"Back up," Jax nods his head as he climbs onto the bed and hovers above you. You scoot back so your whole body is on the bed. Jax lays on top of you and smashes his lips against yours again, cradling your neck and grinding against you. You can feel the head of cock teasing your opening.

"Maybe we should use a condom this time," you tell him in between kisses.

"I'm not gonna lie. You did feel amazing without one the other day," Jax admits.

You and Jax had always been careful and taking the right steps when you were younger, using condoms at all times so that time was the first time you both had sex without one. Thankfully you are on birth control and both are STD-free, but you know you shouldn't take any chances.

You give him a knowing look.

"Anything for you, darlin'." Jax gives you a kiss on the cheek before getting up to put on a condom. He climbs back on top of you and looks at you as he caresses your face, still not believing that you're beneath him.

You gently grab his face with both hands and kiss him deeply. You then feel him slip inside you. All of him. You moan into his mouth and move with him, both of your hips slowly thrusting in unison. Jax grabs your hands and brings them above your head. He intertwines his fingers with yours and thrusts deeper into you. He watches you while you relish in the moment, as he pulls these lost emotions from you with each deliberate push. You wrap your legs around his waist and it encourages him to pick up the pace. You try to do the same and meet his rhythm.

Jax releases your hands and reaches for your legs behind him and brings them in front of him to rest on his shoulders, deepening his access to you. His hand reaches up to cradle your neck as he pounds into you. You then feel his thumb slide over the front of your throat. You start to feel his fingers tighten slightly around your neck. This is also new for you and Jax, but you're loving it. You can feel yourself getting closer to achieving another orgasm.

"Jackson..." you pant.

"Come for me, darlin'. I know you're there," Jax grunts.

You close your eyes and feel bliss as you let yourself go, letting your body take over you. After your orgasm subsides, you open your eyes and find Jax is no longer making love to you, but just smiling at you while still inside you. Now it's time for you to show him a few tricks you've learned.

"Get on your back," you tell him.

Without any protest from Jax, you both switch positions. Jax lies on his back with this hands behind his head, waiting for you to take the wheel. You straddle him and take your time sinking yourself onto him. You feel a lot more confident about being on top than you did when you were younger. You were shy and inexperienced. Now? You're going to ride him like the sexiest Harley you've ever had the privilege of sitting on. You slowly start riding him, rocking back and forth, grinding on him and teasing him. You enjoy the feeling of him filling you up to the hilt as you push down on him.

Jax looks up at you, watching you take charge and own his dick. He definitely notices you're a lot more comfortable in this position than he remembers. He reaches up and runs his hands over your breasts, massaging them and caressing your nipples as you enjoy the ride. He's certainly enjoying the view.

"You are still as fucking beautiful as the day I fell in love with you," Jax says, mesmerized by the image in front of him.

You smile and then lean back, placing your hands behind you on his thighs. Jax looks at you curiously. You roll your hips and start sliding up and down on him, giving him a clear view. He looks down and watches himself disappear in and out of you.

Jax groans and runs the palms of his hands over your thighs and settles on your hips. One of his hands then slides over between your legs and he starts rubbing circles on your clit with this thumb. You moan and gasp. You then lean forward, placing your hands on the pillow of each side of his head and lean down closer to him. You start bouncing your ass up and down as you look down on him, your hair forming a curtain around your faces. Jax grabs your ass and starts thrusting up to meet your movement. The only sounds echoing in the room are your pants and your bodies slapping against each other. Jax speeds up and watches your face as it distorts. He knows you've got another one inside you and you're very close.

"Come on, darlin'. Let it go." Jax coos.

You let out a loud moan as your legs shake and feel like a firecracker exploded inside of you. Jax clamps a hand over your mouth as he continues to drill inside.

"There you go, Y/N." Jax smiles watching you fall apart on top of him. He then swiftly flips you onto your back and roughly drives into you a few more times until he finally gets his own release.

As he slows down, you both look at each other, savoring the moment and then kiss softly.

Suddenly the door knob starts to rattle and the person on the other side is banging on the door.

"Yo, hurry it up! I gotta take a shit!" an unrecognizable voice shouts.

"Hey asshole, the bathroom is further down!" You both hear Chibs shouting. You place your hands over your mouth as you start to laugh.

"Shh!" Jax puts a finger over his pursed lips as he tries to suppress his own laughter.

SMASH CUT TO BLACK

A/N: I never put notes at the end but I figured I'd let you enjoy the fic first before mentioning I currently don't have plans to expand this story. I might in the future, but not in the near future. I originally intended the first part to be short and be a one off, but I just kept writing and writing and there were so many places and opportunities to keep expanding. Same for part two. There were so many directions I could have gone. I had a bit of struggle with this for some reason. It's not quite exactly how I pictured it ending but it works for what it is.

If you haven’t read it yet, I wrote two short scenes titled “Carry Me Home” and “Joyride” which are like flashbacks in this universe.

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Crossfire IV (Bucky x Reader x Steve)

Warnings: domestic violence, implied NON-CON, biker!Bucky

PLEASE DNI IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU

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summary: You and your new husband Steve move back to his hometown. It is here that his past catches up with him, and you both pay the price.

You were awake when Steve left for work the next morning. He’d tried to coax you into sex, but you had feigned fatigue, telling him that you were still exhausted and sore from the previous night. You weren’t sure if he believed you, you had a feeling that he didn’t, but you didn’t care. He left you with a lingering kiss, blue eyes murky with a myriad of emotions you didn’t care to place.

You had laid in bed for an hour, just staring at the ceiling as you attempted to sort your thoughts and your feelings. Your husband, a man who was once your best friend but now a stranger to you, had been involved in a life of crime during his younger days that consisted of things that made your stomach turn. He’d hurt people, stolen from people, and probably much worse. Now, you were back in his hometown, reaping the consequences of his actions. Actions that he had failed to disclose with you.

After you finally got up, you just wandered aimlessly around the house. Here and there, you unpacked more stuff little by little, but after a while, you found yourself wondering if there was even a point. Surely, you couldn’t stay here. Right? That was something that should’ve been discussed in more detail last night but…

You released a sigh as you stepped outside, taking a few empty boxes to the trash.

You were so angry last night, and Steve… Thinking of what happened between you two left a sour taste in your mouth. You hadn’t even wanted to sleep with him, that’s how angry you were, and it seemed like Steve hadn’t cared. You shook your head, telling yourself that it was complicated. You both were dealing with an onslaught of emotions. You had just turned to head back inside when you heard the roar of a motorcycle.

Several motorcycles.

Your eyes widened and you turned back around just in time to watch 4 bikers pull into your yard, 3 of which you recognized. The 4th was a man you’d never seen before, his broad and bulky frame making you swallow, dirty blonde strands pulled back away from his face into a bun. They all parked, Sam, Clint and the mystery man remaining behind while Bucky approached you.

Without sparing him a second glance, you hurried back to your house. You could hear him calling your name, but you ignored him, determined to get away from him and inside as soon as possible. You may have been drunk, but you remembered the feel of his hands and lips on you clearly. Those same hands roughly grabbed you just as you took the first step onto the porch.

A yelp escaped you as he pulled you to him, roughly helping you up the steps. You could feel his heartbeat against your arm, his breath disrupting your hair. Despite your efforts to fight him off, he jerked you around easily until you were facing him. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that the 3 other men were just sitting there on their bikes, watching the whole ordeal. You had a feeling they didn’t stop by to say hello.

“You talk to Steve?” he wondered, head tilted to the side.

You didn’t answer him, looking away, and he chuckled, a smirk in his voice as he spoke.

“Why do I get the feeling that your conversation didn’t go as planned?”

Again, you said nothing, and he hummed, forcing you to look at him.

“Maybe there wasn’t much talking involved, at all,” he mused. “Steve was always good at hiding his temper…”

Your eyes widened a bit, and his smirk grew.

“...until he couldn’t anymore.”

You snatched yourself out of the dark-haired man’s grip, wrapping your arms around yourself as you glanced at the other men in the yard. You released a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding and took a step back.

“Look… I’m sorry for what Steve did. It wasn’t right, and I wish that I had known before I came here…”

Bucky simply studied you, blue eyes narrowed a tad.

“...but this is between you and Steve. This should be handled between the two of you, and I’m sick of being involved with it.”

He raised his brows at your firm tone, and you tried not to let on how scared you really were. Truthfully, you were frustrated more than anything else. You were frustrated with the man before you for taking out his anger at Steve on you, and you were frustrated with Steve for keeping you in the dark about all of this.

“If I could take back what Steve did, I would. If I had that money to give you, I would for the sole hope of you leaving us alone, but I can’t. You’re angry, understandably, but discuss it over with the appropriate party. Stop cornering me, stop coming by our house unannounced when you know he isn’t here, stop touching me- just stop! This has nothing to do with me-!”

“What if it did?” he interrupted, taking a step towards you.

You frowned at him, forcing yourself to stand your ground, resisting the urge to squirm as he ran his cold eyes over you.

“Even if Steve did have that money, he wouldn’t give it back,” he said, confirming your own suspicions about all of this. “I’m not expecting it back, but…”

He stopped a hair’s width away from you, looking down his nose at you. For a moment, you forgot about the other 3 parties watching you two, and you stumbled back, prepared to run into the house when Bucky grabbed you. His hands were painful on your arms, and you winced, attempting to push him away.

“What if this did involve you?”

“Let go of me,” you whispered, but he continued as if he hadn’t heard you.

“What if you could do something to make all of this go away?”

You froze, frown deepening as you fought to understand what he meant. You didn’t like the way he was looking at you. You never liked the way he looked at you, but there was something especially heinous about the way he was looking at you now. He leaned in, his nose brushing against your own, and you leaned back as much as you possibly could.

“God knows I would love to punch that punk until he swallowed all of his teeth for what he did. I’d kill to take everything away from him so he could feel a fraction of what I did when he betrayed us…”

His voice was low, thick with something you were too scared to name. He jerked you closer, and you stumbled into him, your chest pressed against his as he hummed.

“...but why do all of that...when I could just take you?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and nausea washed over you like a wave. His blue eyes sparkled as he grinned, looking even more intimidating as his teeth winked at you.

“I think that would upset him very much. I think that’d drive him absolutely insane, wouldn’t it?”

You were fighting against him now, but he wasn’t letting up, and tears sprang to your eyes as he continued to torment you with his words.

“...to know that you’re mine now, and that you came willingly. That would be the real kicker-.”

“Let go of me,” you spat.

“It would eat him up inside, knowing that you’re with me, taking my cock every night-.”

“Stop!”

“That I have you wrapped around me, filling you up as much as I want, and all to protect him-.”

He cut himself off with a chuckle as you finally got out of his hold, stumbling towards the door. Your chest was heaving with anger and disgust and panic all rolled into one. You struggled to open the door, and he laughed at you some more.

“Let me know what you think, doll. You’ve got 3 days.”

You slammed the door in his face, back pressed to it as you slid to the floor. Your vision was blurry from your tears, and you drew your knees up to your chest, letting your head fall as the roar of motorcycles reached your ears.

Your back was pressed to the counter, arms folded over your chest, eyes on the simmering food when Steve walked through the door. He was quiet, and you would have found it odd but you were quiet too. You bit your lip, moving to turn the pots off when he entered the kitchen.

“Dinner’s ready,” you quietly told him, and he simply hummed.

You finally turned to look at him, surprised to find a frown on his face. You chose not to dwell on it and instead cleared your throat, shifting on your feet.

“Steve, we need to talk.”

He exhaled through his nose, and you watched as he rolled the sleeves of his button down up, resting his hands on his hips.

“Yeah...we do.”

You didn’t like his tone, heart stuttering as you stood on the end of his heated gaze.

“Why don’t you go first...”

His words were gentle, but the edge in his voice betrayed him. Shaking it off, you spoke.

“I think we should leave.”

He blinked, and it seemed that he hadn’t been expecting that, and you continued.

“It isn’t safe here, and I want to start a family somewhere safe. Let’s leave,” you breathed, walking towards him and taking his hand.

He stared at you with pursed lips and hard eyes, and you squeezed his hand.

“Let’s go,” you pleaded. “Only half of our stuff is unpacked anyway. Let’s just pack up the rest and get out of here.”

Steve stared at you for a long time, not saying anything, and you wondered what he was thinking. For the first time in a long time, you couldn’t really get a read on him, and that made you frown. He took a deep breath, heaving a heavy sigh as he tilted his head at you.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Bucky’s visit today...would it?”

His words made you freeze, and you blinked at him, brows drawing together at his words. You opened and closed your mouth, at a loss for words before you finally cleared your throat.

“...what?”

“You heard me,” Steve said, stepping towards you.

You took a step back, shaking your head.

“I-.”

“Why was he here, Y/N? Why didn’t you call me the minute you could? Why didn’t you tell me?”

You were taken aback by his tone, and you shook your head.

“I didn’t… It doesn’t matter-.”

“It does to me,” he interrupted, taking another step towards you, forcing you back. “Why does he keep showing up here? Showing up wherever you are?”

You didn’t like the accusations in his voice, and you felt irritation rising.

“You know why! You did this, Steve…”

He scoffed.

“You did! You’re the reason he keeps showing up and I… I just- I just want to leave. Let’s just go! Please,” you begged, trying to pull him out of the kitchen, but he wouldn’t nudge.

“What did he say to you?”

“How did you even know?”

This wasn’t the first time he’d caught you off guard with knowing something before you even got to tell him.

“Does that matter? Why was he here? What did he say?”

“Who cares?” you screamed.

“Clearly you do since it’s scaring you enough to run,” he argued.

“Yes, I’m scared!”

You huffed at him, not understanding how he wasn’t getting it.

“I can’t go anywhere without him showing up and threatening me. You dragged me into this with no warning, no hint, no nothing! I’m terrified, Steve,” you cried. “I don’t feel safe here, and I feel like you don’t care.”

“Of course, I care,” he sighed, pulling you into his arms. “I just… I came back here to settle down. This is my home, and I won’t be bullied out of it.”

You shook your head, pulling away from him.

“Steve...I have 3 days. He wants...he wants me,” you softly whispered, almost afraid to say it.

Steve’s hold tightened on your arms, and your eyes focused on the floor.

“He’s threatening to hurt you or worse unless I…”

“Unless you what? Give yourself to him?”

His hold tightened to a painful degree, and you hissed, trying to pull away. You looked at him again and found Steve the angriest you’d ever seen him.

“This is why we should just leave-.”

“This is why I should make it clear once and for all that he isn’t welcome here, around you,” he gritted out, moving away from you.

You watched as he neared the coffee table, where his keys were, and you nearly growled in frustration.

“Steve, stop,” you said, grabbing onto his arm.

“Why?” he wondered, whirling on you. “Why are you trying to protect him?”

“I’m not,” you snapped, offended at his implications. “I’m trying to protect you. Us! Just leave it alone, leave him alone, and let’s go! Please, Steve-.”

You swallowed your words when he grabbed you again, forcing you back as he pressed his chest to yours.

“Would you have done it? If you hadn’t told me, in 3 days, would you have gone to him?”

His question threw you, and you hesitated. Would you? To protect Steve, you’d do just about anything, but would you go to Bucky?

“You would,” he decided for you, and you shook your head. “He keeps sniffing around here, and I’m starting to think you like it.”

“Excuse me?” you gasped.

Your back harshly met the wall, and you flinched. Steve towered over you, looking much larger than usual. Your confusion had to have been all over your features, but Steve was too far gone too care.

“You have to.”

“I am literally trying to leave-.”

“No one is that stupid,” he sneered.

“Hey!”

Tears sprang to your eyes again, lips trembling as he pushed away from you, shaking his head.

“You keep putting yourself in these situations, in these compromising positions with him-.”

“Stop!”

The house was quiet as you two just stared at each other, Steve’s eyes narrowed while yours were filled with tears, chest clenching from his painful words.

“You do not get to talk to me like that,” you whispered.

Steve at least had the decency to look away in shame, but by the clenching of his jaw, it was clear that he was still angry.

“I am your wife, and you do not get to talk to me that way. You did this, Steve. We are in this situation because of you, and it doesn’t seem like you plan to do anything about it. Anything that would help anyway,” you mumbled.

He didn’t respond, and you released a shaky breath, trying to hold back more tears.

“I’m going to bed. Enjoy your dinner,” you sneered, brushing past him and making your way up the stairs.

Steve joined you only an hour or so later, and you feigned sleep despite being wide awake. You could barely stand to lay beside him, and the thought made your heart hurt. He had never looked at you like that, talked to you like that. Your husband was becoming a stranger to you, and you hated it. It made you sad, but it made you just as angry.

Steve had let you walk into all of this blind, putting not only your life in danger, but the possible life of your future child. The two of you had discussed children often, and it seemed agreed upon that you both wanted to get started right away. Did he honestly expect you to raise a child in this? God, you could literally be pregnant, right now, and Steve didn’t seem to want to make this situation any better.

Before you knew it, it was 2 in the morning, and you were zipping up a small bag of clothes and toiletries that would last you a week. If anything, to you, it seemed like Steve was content to go back to his old lifestyle. He wanted to solve this in ways that you didn’t agree with, and if that’s what he wanted to do, then he was free to do it by himself.

It didn’t take long at all to write a brief note explaining your departure, expressing your hopes that he’d follow you, but you couldn’t stay here any longer. You didn’t feel safe in your own home and never in your life had you felt that way. You felt bad, sure, but your mental and physical health was far more important.

You bit your lip, keys clenched in your fist as you placed the letter on the coffee table. You knew Steve would be mad, but you also knew he’d understand. Right? He had to understand your fear, your concern. Right? You moved to unlock the door, hand on the knob, when a cold voice stopped you.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You whirled around with wide eyes, taking in Steve’s broad form standing at the top of the stairs. You pressed your hand to your heart, the sight of him almost giving you a heart attack, and you swallowed when you registered just what he’d asked you. You watched him make his way down the stairs, and you sighed.

“Steve, I can’t do this,” you quietly said.

Even in the darkness, you could make out the hardness of his eyes, the way his lips pressed together, jaw ticking.

“I want you to come with me, but… I can’t wait for you to realize just how bad this situation is. I can’t stay here.”

“So you were just going to leave?”

“I left a letter,” you lamely defended, swallowing.

He didn’t stop until he was right in front of you, and you watched the way his eyes narrowed.

“A letter.”

He was angry.

“Steve-.”

“You were just going to leave...in the middle of the night…”

“I can’t stay here-.”

You cut yourself off with a gasp as his hands clamped down on your arms, yanking you towards him. You stumbled into him, feet tripping over one another, and you hated the way he held you.

“You’re not leaving,” he quietly spat.

“I have to-!”

Your words died on your throat as one of his hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing tight, and you struggled to speak. His other arm curled around your waist, holding you to him, and you struggled in his grip. His nose pressed against yours, lips brushing your own as he glared at you.

“You are not leaving me.”

He grabbed the bag on your shoulder, and you attempted to hold onto it while also getting out of his hold. In the struggle, your feet caught on one another, and you stumbled to the floor. You moved to push yourself to your knees, but Steve was there, fingers pressing into the sides of your throat as he pressed his hand on the back of your neck.

You winced, a pained gasp escaping you as you reached up. He forced you to your feet, holding you to him as he walked you towards the stairs.

“St-Steve…”

His other hand pressed to the front of your neck, lips at your ear.

“You are staying right here by my side.”

Your shoulders lifted at the pain that traveled through you, and you were somewhat in disbelief at what was happening.

“S-stop! Steve-!”

You hissed in pain when your foot hit a step, you put your hands out to prevent him from forcing you into the bedroom, but he shoved you inside with ease. You didn’t understand what was happening until the door clicked shut behind him, your face pressed into the bed as he pushed you onto it.

“You were going to leave me...leave me to wake up to any empty bed, an empty house...”

His voice was a deadly calm, and it scared you more than his hands on you at the moment. Hands that were pulling at your clothes.

“What were you hoping to accomplish? Because I would have followed you and dragged you back here without hesitation,” he sneered.

The cool night air hit you, and you shook, face wet from tears as reality began to set in. His bare chest pressed to your back, pinning you down beneath him, a hand on your head as his lips grazed over your neck.

“For better or worse, sweetheart. Those are the vows we took-.”

“Steve, please,” you tearfully begged as he pressed your face further into the sheets.

“...this is just a little snag, a little bit of the worse, but let me remind you of the better…”

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