#I know i’ve let you down before but you gotta give me one more chance baby

[roosterbruiser]

not to alarm anyone but I will be doing a longer more thought out oneshot about a jake x cherry x rooster threesome. can’t guarantee that it will come out tonight bc it’s friday, but can guarantee it will be sometime this weekend. be on the lookout!

#I know i’ve let you down before but you gotta give me one more chance baby #jake fucks rooster #while rooster goes down on cherry #who said that? is there an echo in here? #voulez vous #cherry x rooster

[loveronlineee]

The Metalhead and the Material Girl (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: When a super fem new girl joins Eddie’s class he thinks he’s got her all figured out, but he soon finds out that the popular kids aren’t the only ones who judge people’s first appearances 

Y/N notes: none

Okay I don’t usually do writers notes but I gotta say thanks to these four: @carolinaflicker​ @iamsiriuss​ @hauntingtherosebush​ @lindsey3300​ for helping me out on the lil bit of D&D stuff I mentioned. Some of you guys had slightly different answers for me so if I’m still wrong let me know! (And other D&D playing peeps)

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“I’m Y/N L/N. I transferred here from California for my senior year. I like pop music, fashion and hanging out with my friends. And I hope I can become friends with all of you!”

Pretty. Bubbly. Probably a bit of an airhead. The popular kids will scoop her up in a heartbeat. Eddie thought to himself looking up at the new girl. I wonder how long it’ll take for her to be just like everyone else.

The teacher pointed at the empty seat on the metal head’s right, giving the boy a stern look.

“Y/N I’m gonna seat you next to Eddie here at the front so you can help me keep an eye on him.” Eddie grinned and gave the teacher a wink.

Okaaaay here we go. Eddie thought to himself, leaning back in his chair. What kind of popular girl is this one gonna be? Disgusted by me? Weirded out? Just plain old pretend I don’t exist?

“Hi, Eddie was it?” The new girl asked with the biggest most genuine smile Eddie had ever seen. Her face was enough to melt away any built up hate he had accumulated from every harsh comment thrown at him throughout the years.

“Uh yeah Eddie. Eddie Munson.” He couldn’t help the smile appearing on his own face. This girl was a ball of sunshine.

“Nice to meet you Eddie.” He watched as she took out her things from her bag and set them out on the table. Everything was either pink, glittery or had a cute little character on it. She wrote the date on a new page in her notebook, doodling little stars around the numbers.

The teacher came over and placed a piece of paper on Y/N’s desk.

“This is your time table with your classes. Don’t be afraid to ask someone for help.”

“Oh thank you!” Y/N chirped before beginning to read through it. “Hey Eddie, what classes do we have together?” She tilted the paper towards him. Eddie leaned over and skimmed the page.

“Oh wow most of them. We got all the same ones today in fact.”

“Do you mind if I just stuck with you then?”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah that’s cool.” Eddie wasn’t in fact planning on going to all his classes today, like most days, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to get to know this girl more. He spent the morning walking Y/N to all her classes, pointing out other parts of the school she’ll need to know. He revelled in the looks the other students were giving him when they saw them together. The resident freak with a mystery bombshell.

Lunch came around and Y/N followed Eddie to the lunch hall.

“Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you… what’s on your shirt? Is it a band?” Y/N asked.

“It’s my club.”

“Oh cool! You run a club? What’s it about?” Eddie smiled at her as they reached his table of friends.

“A little game called D&D.” He turned to them and gestured to the new girl. “Gentlemen, this is Y/N.”

The boys all looked at her slack jawed, unable to think of anything to say. Luckily, Y/N had enough social skills for the whole table.

“It’s nice to meet you all! I started here today, Eddie’s been showing me around.” She explained as Eddie pulled out the chair in between his and Dustin’s and letting her sit down. He sat in his own chair at the head of the table just observing his friends trying to process this girl being here.

“You’ve been with Eddie…” Mike started asking very slowly, like he was waiting for the pin to drop. “…since this morning?”

“Yeah he’s been really helpful.” Y/N smiled at the younger student. “So are you two freshmen?”

Y/N continued chatting with Mike and Dustin. Eddie looked behind them at the popular kids who were eyeing him suspiciously. The cheerleaders all glaring and whispering to each other. “Eddie!” The metal head looked back at Y/N.

“Yeah?”

“So all these guys are in your club?” She gestured at the group. “You were gonna tell me about D&D earlier, what’s the game about?” Y/N asked, genuinely interested. Eddie grinned. He stood up like he was presenting to a class. Everyone sat up, hands neatly rested on the table, going along with the joke.

“D&D, or Dungeons and Dragons, is a fantasy table-top roleplaying game that only a select few at this school truly appreciate.” Eddie used theatrical hand motions as he described the game, putting one foot on his chair to add to the dramatic effect. “It is a game of teamwork, decision making, and the luck of the dice.”

He gave Dustin a small nod which prompted the boy to take a heavy book out of his bag and put it in front of Y/N. The Dungeons and Dragons Handbook. She began flicking through it, taking in as much as she could. She gasped.

“Can I be a fairy???” Eddie chuckled at her enthusiasm. He sat back down and shuffled his chair closer to hers.

“I’m sure I could homebrew something for you. Either that or you could be an elfen princess? If you just want that pretty ethereal girl look.” Eddie paused. “That… you’ve already got.” He looked back down at his hands, a little hesitant of his last line, before looking back up. Y/N was smiling at the compliment, easing Eddie’s nerves.

“Hey!” Two cheerleaders had approached the table, one calling out to Eddie with annoyance in her voice. “Why don’t you just stick with the freaks?” Eddie leaned away from Y/N and looked to the popular girls.

They turned to Y/N, who seemed a little confused. “You can come and sit with us instead.” One of them said, like she was doing the new girl a favour. Y/N looked over at Eddie. He kept his face the same, not wanting to influence her decision.

Of course he wanted her to stay, but he just couldn’t deal with the guilt of depriving Y/N of having an actual enjoyable high school experience. It didn’t matter how pretty she was, if she was hanging out with the freaks then she was gonna get bullied.

“Oh uh okay then.” Y/N replied apprehensively, slowly getting up. “I-I’ll be back in a minute.” She said as she was dragged away by the cheerleaders. Eddie pursed his lips together in a saddening smile.

“Suuuuuuuure you will.” He said just as Y/N got out of earshot. He looked around at the guys. “And that my friends, concludes the story of the time we almost got a hot chick to play D&D.” The group mumbled and chuckled, going back to their lunch, clearly no where nearly as affected as Eddie.

He knew this was inevitable. With who Y/N was and who he was. But a part of him, a small part of him wanted to believe that she’d stay. For him. That she wouldn’t get poisoned by the ideologies of the social hierarchy. But that was just wishful thinking. He looked back down at the table.

At least it was nice while it lasted.

“Sorry bout that.” Eddie looked back up to see Y/N again. “So I can be an elf princess?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“…why are you here?”

“I did say I’d only be gone a minute.” She smiled. Eddie stared at her, unable to speak. His head slowly turned to the popular kids. They looked even more surprised than him.

“W-What about them?” He gestured.

“What about them?” Y/N asked, confused.

“Aren’t you gonna hang out with them?”

“They don’t seem like people I’d want to hang out with.”

“They don’t?”

“Do I look like a bully to you?” She joked. “So, elf princess? Yes?” Eddie’s smile retuned to his face.

“Yeah. Yeah definitely a princess.”

Tag list: @Mikinyi @justaproudslytherpuff @angelicjinwoo @k12baby @spiderman-berries​ @ruhro7​ @justanotherhappyidiot @dontcallmesavvy @kenzi-woycehoski​

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[iheartyouyou]

SWEETHEART | Jeremiah Fisher

Summary: After your parents file for a divorce, you’re forced to move in with your mom’s friend until the divorce is finalized. You wished you could stay with your dad and your friends, but when you meet Jeremiah Fisher, that changes. And now you’re wanting to stay in the Cousins. Too bad things don’t last forever.

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Part: 6

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Authors Note: I’m like actually so sorry for not updating. I’ve just been really unmotivated but since season 2 is out I’ve gotten more motivation and energy to continue the series! Not proofread (like always) but please let me know if you want to be on the taglist or if I missed you! (it wouldn’t let me tag some ppl for some odd reason.)

“Y/N, wake up!” You hear someone whisper.

You mumble something you don’t even remember, shoving your face deeper into a pillow. You think whoever was trying to wake you left, and so just as you were about to fall back asleep a pillow hit your back.

You look up to see Jeremiah with a pillow in his hand… and he was shirtless. You lazily stared at his abs before he smacked your face with pillow.

Fuck, did he notice?

“C’mon! It’s Belly’s birthday, we gotta go get up before her.” He says.

“Wha—“ You start, cut off with another pillow to face. You reach your arm out to snatch the pillow away, but he pulls it out of your reach.

“What time is it?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.

“8:00”

“What the hell—“

“It’s Belly’s birthday, we gotta decorate the kitchen before she wakes up.” He explains, throwing the pillow back onto your bed.

It was her birthday? Shoot, why didn’t anybody tell you? You would’ve gotten her a gift, you know you just met her and all but still.

“I’ll be down in a bit.” You mumble, shoving your face back into your pillow.

Maybe you could get her a gift later? What does she even like?

“Okay, make sure to brush your teeth… I can smell your breath all the way from over here.” He exaggerates, jokingly grimacing as he plugs his nose.

“Shut up!”

And before you knew it, you were back asleep. You were exhausted from the night before. After Belly joined in on your guys’ movie marathon, she shortly fell asleep and whenever you would close your eyes for longer than 5 seconds, Jeremiah would be the one to poke you, waking you up. It wasn’t until after the movies were over, Jeremiah woke Belly up and the two didn’t even have a chance to leave before you were passed out.

You rubbed your eyes hastily, jumping out of bed after you heard the multiple “heys” coming from downstairs.

Grabbing the first shirt and shorts you saw, you sped walk downstairs, following the voices.

“….Conrad, uh, do you wanna give Belly your present?” You hear Susannah ask.

It’s quiet for a few moments, before Conrad responds, “Sorry… I forgot.”

Nobody noticed you yet as you watch the side of Belly’s face fall, a small frown on her lips.

An awkward pause of silence washes over before Belly quickly recovers, “Oh. That’s cool— I wasn’t really expecting anything anyways.”

Another awkward pause happens until your mom spots you. “Ah, there’s Y/N!”

You watch as all eyes fall on you, your mom getting up from her spot on the couch and making her way to you. She pulls out a small box from her front pocket, giving it to you. She mouths the words; “We’ll talk later”

You give her a tight lipped smile, before she makes her way back to her spot. You follow quickly, giving the box to Belly as you say “Happy Birthday.”

Belly sends you an appreciative smile, “Aw, Y/N. You really didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Pfttt, of course I did.” You say, watching as she opened the box. It was a pair of earrings along with a necklace. Her smile widens, “Thank you!”

Conrad makes an excuse, before exiting the room as Belly smiles once falls again.

“Hey, why don’t we practice driving before we have to go pick up Taylor from the bus station?” You hear Jeremiah say.

Who the hell is Taylor?

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“I can’t believe you would sleep in like that!” Your mom lectures you after pretty much everybody left the house. Jeremiah invited you to go witness “Belly’s terrible driving skills” but you mom quickly shot him down.

“I didn’t know—“ You start, uncomfortably sitting at the edge of her bed.

“Really? Because didn’t Jeremiah wake you up?”

“Well, yeah—“

“Jesus, Y/N. Why are you acting like this? I didn’t raise you—

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe because you’re forcing me to stay here when I can stay with Dad!” You interrupt.

Before your mom could even get a chance to go off at you, a knock on the door stops her. She exhales before opening the door.

Susannah stands there with a smile on her face, “Hey, I was wondering if I can take Y/N out for shopping? I need to get some stuff for tonights dinner, It would be a great time to get to know her better.”

Your mom stays quiet for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

You follow Susannah outside to her car, silent as you sat in the front seat. You put your seatbelt on before you realize that Susannah wasn’t making any move to put hers on.

“Y/N, look, I know how it must feel to be staying at some random strangers house. But, I’ve known your mom for a while. And she has her reasons, okay?” She tries to explain, staring at you with a look of empathy on her face.

You bite your tongue, trying to stop yourself from saying anything rude. You appreciated Susannah letting you stay here, she was nice, had amazing sons, well one of them at least, and she was an overall sweet person. It was just… you missed home. You missed your friends, you missed your dad, and it feels weird being here. You feel out of place, like an intruder. Everybody knows everybody but you.

“I just wanna go home.” You mumble, leaning your head against the car door.

She stays silent for a moment. “… Okay, how bout we make a deal?”

This perks your interest as you lift your head to look at her.

“If you still wanna go home by the end of this week, I’ll talk to your mom and see about flying you home.”

Your eyes widen, “Wait really? You’d do that?”

“Yes, but only if your mom is on board. Just try to stay on your mom’s good side until then?” She suggests, sending you a wink causing you to laugh.

“Okay, okay, deal.” You say, trying your hardest not to smile from ear to ear.

She starts the car, “I actually need stuff for Belly’s birthday dinner tonight but we can stop for some pies and eat them in the car. Just don’t tell anybody.”

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By the time you’re back at the house, you notice Jeremiah’s red jeep back in the driveway. You felt fat and full after splitting a pecan pie with Susannah and just wanted to sleep it off.

You helped get the groceries out of the car, setting them inside on the counter. Your mom was nowhere to be found, thank god so you didn’t have to continue the lecture from earlier… at least for now.

As you were about to grab the last bag, you spot Conrad and his girlfriend, whatever her name is, walking to the backyard.

Oh god were they about to make out in the pool or what? Why’d he even bring her? It’s Belly’s birthday and he just brought his girlfriend over like they weren’t arguing a few days ago? Pathetic.

“Do you need help with putting these away?” You offer Susannah once your back inside, she shoos you away, claiming you should go hang out with the rest of the kids.

You shoot her a appreciative smile, your arms sore from carrying all those bags as you went from store to store.

Opening the sliding door, the first people you notice are Conrad and his girlfriend sitting on the edge, and the next thing is a net with a volleyball flying over it.

“Hey, Y/N! You’re back!” You hear Belly shout, Conrad and his girlfriend both turn to look at you but you ignore them as you make your way closer to the pool.

“Hey.” You say. You finally notice the new face next to her, a dirty blonde in a teal bikini. And you definitely don't miss the dirty look she sends you.

She waits a few moments, hoping her friend in the bikini would introduce herself but she doesn’t make any effort, still looking at you like you were gum on the bottom of her shoe.

Belly nervously laughs, “Y/N, this is my best friend Taylor. Taylor, this is Y/N. You know the one I was telling you about on the phone?”

“Oh yeah.” Taylor says, forcing a smile your way.

What the hell was her problem?

“Join us! Steven can sit out—“ Jeremiah starts, throwing the ball up in the air but catching it.

“No, no, I never agreed to that!” Steven argues, Jeremiah spins around and guessing by the look on his face or something he said that you couldn’t hear Steven groans before giving in.

“Actually we were about to go to the beach, right Belly?” Taylor speaks.

“Uh, yeah.. Y/N do you want to come?” Belly asks, looking away from her friend to look at you.

Telling by the annoyed look on Taylors face and the way she’s been looking at you, you can tell she doesn’t want you there. Or anywhere around her for that matter.

“No thanks, I’m pretty tired from shopping.” You tried to joke, chuckling to yourself.

“How could you be tired if you slept in this morning?” Taylor quips, shooting you a glare. Belly turns around to shoot her one, causing Taylor to shrug.

“Haha, yeah…” You mumble, scratching your arm. Oh god, the end of the week couldn’t come any faster.

Belly gives you an empathic look, or you think she did, you were too busy staring at your feet.

You didn’t want to go back inside because you didn’t want to seem like coward but you also didn’t want to stay if you weren’t wanted.

Jeremiah was quick to notice your awkwardness, telling you that you could dip your legs into the water on his side and so that’s what you did. Sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling your legs in the water and most important of all, sitting far far away from Taylor.

Instead of Belly and Taylor going to the beach like Taylor said they would, they play a few more rounds of volleyball until Taylor hit Conrad’s girlfriend in the face causing her and Conrad to go inside.

And soon Steven left because his girlfriend called him, causing him to almost drop his phone in the water, and because it was just Jeremiah vs. Belly and Taylor they finally decided to go to the beach.

“Hey, y’know Belly doesn’t care you slept in right?” Jeremiah says, splashing water at you. He swims closer to you, pulling himself out of the pool to sit on the edge next to you.

You roll your eyes, “Her friend does.”

“Taylor? Yeah, she’s a little cray cray.” He says, motioning it with his finger.

You laugh, shaking your head. “How long is she staying?”

“Just a few days, then we’ll be Taylor free for the rest of summer.”

The rest of summer.

“You should get in.” He says, elbowing your side.

“I don’t have a bathing suit.”

He stays silent for a moment, “So?” He pushes you into the water, your body submerging into the cold water as you shoot up coughing.

You can hear him laughing, while you’re basically choking on the chlorine filled water. “You jerk! I didn’t want to get my clothes wet!”

“You can still take them off.” He suggests, watching as you slicked your hair back.

You shoot him a playful glare, “In your dreams.”

“Every dream since I’ve met you.”

You splash him with water, “You’re stupid.”

He stares at you for a moment before tackling you under water, pulling you back up with his arm around your waist. “What’d you say?”

You wipe your eyes, trying to shove him off you but no budge. Your guys’ faces were even closer, your breath hitched. What was gonna happen?

He made eye contact with you a few times, and the times he wasn’t doing that he was staring at your lips. He started leaning in, closer and closer to the point where your noses were almost touching.

You felt like you couldn’t even breathe.

Did you even want this?

And just as he was about to move closer you shoved him away, taking him by surprise.

He backs away quickly, eyes widening.

“S-sorry.. I just… I just don’t really know you.” You say, scratching the back of your neck.

“No, yeah, yeah I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t have to apologize.” He says, eyes still as round as saucers.

“Uhrm… yeah…” You mumble, crossing your arms around yourself as you suddenly felt cold even though you were used to the water.

What a way to kill a mood. Why’d you even do that, damnit.

He nods, placing his lips into a tight line. “I’m gonna…” He closes his mouth, pointing to the house while backing up.

“Okay.” You say, nodding.

You watch him turn around, pull himself out of the water and grab a towel before he quickly goes inside

Leaving you in the pool alone as you stared at the spot he was just at.

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[onyourhyuck]

KEEP IT A SECRET. | Lee Haechan (M)

↳ Prologue: “My god— Haechan, stop kissing me like you actually mean it. I’m starting to read the signals wrong.” + “I’m going to be blunt with you. I don’t want to be friends who fool around each other anymore. Kiss me back like you’re in love with me.”

↳ Summary: It all goes wrong at a Christmas party. You’re dancing with Johnny and Doyoung, your friends with benefits Haechan gets jealous and starts making out with you in someone’s bedroom.

↳ Warnings: FWBS established relationship, but it leads to a real relationship after. Romance. Slight angst. Kinda fluffy. SUGGESTIVE though at the end. Christmas party mention. Jealous!hyuck. Fem reader.

↳ Notes: KINKMAS. I’m in love with bare face haechan.

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Haechan isn’t that easily jealous. Actually that’s a lie, he does get jealous easily but he wouldn’t ever admit to it. Surely everyone would get jealous when you see your friend dancing with two of your other friends, but with that friend you’re fucking behind the close doors and no one knows.

Anyone would be jealous if they were in his place. Seeing you grind against Johnny’s stomach and lightly caressing Doyoung’s arms on the side. His eyes squint like a deadly gun pointing its trigger at the sight in front of him not so afar.

He clench his jaw looking away when Yangyang comes along tapping his shoulder.

“Hey man what’s got you in a pissy mood?” Yangyang mentions as he gulps down a shot. Haechan shakes his head murmuring loosely, but his eyes were only paying ATTENTION to you. No one else. He didn’t spare to look at Yangyang once. You’re all his body, mind and soul knows. He needs you around him. How he wishes he was in Doyoung and Johnny’s space. He needs your attention and time.

Yangyang let’s out a wow when he realised who his friend was eyeing so dangerously. “Ahhh someone’s jealous. You into Y/n?” He throws.

The tan boy looks up giving him a sting eye. “Why?” He suspiciously asks and the Chinese boy smirks, the alcohol was definitely getting to him. He wonders how many shots he had. “I’m just asking bro. She’s hot as hell. I suggest if you wanna get a piece of her do it now. Or else these two will get to her first.” Yangyang trots.

Haechan rolls his eyes. “Yang I’ve already had a piece of her. I’ve had many pieces of her. But I’m starting to get greedy. I want more.” He agonised.

“No way you hit it?” Yangyang exclaims in wonders thoughts, though he’s afraid if he should ask the boy considering how jealous he is right now. “How was it?” He smugly nudges Haechan’s shoulder.

He stands up patting Yangyang’s shoulder before walking in front. “You don’t gotta know bro, relax.” Haechan tells to the boy behind as he leaves. Soon reaching in her perimeter he snuck his hand around your waist dragging you around to face him. The glowing lights above darkens your faces but even so, you could tell who this was just by the singular touch he plants on your body. It was Haechan. Your lips open but nothing came out, Johnny and Doyoung were distracted so he took his chance moving you out of the dance floor. A cold wall slaps your shoulders when you were impactful thrown against it, your arms stuck above impaled by another stronghold as he held it there. Mouth roughly kissing yours not leaving any place that hasn’t been abused him his greedy lips. He was kissing you with so much passion, it starts to throw you off.

You and Haechan kissed many times. In fact you kissed in so many ways, you weren’t sure why this kiss has thrown you off the bridge. Your mind kept on analysing how different this kiss to the ones you’ve done in the past with him. This kiss, felt loving, felt far too emotional. He wasn’t using lust with you. He wasn’t looking for a fuck at first. He was searching for feelings deep inside you.

No words were spoken between you guys, you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to because this man in front of you has you under his mercy. Though eventually you broke the kiss, leaving your chest heavily moving up and down. Haechan softy pants as he looks down at you, leaning forward keeping the distance close, far too close. Your trembling and swollen red lips, “My god— Haechan, stop kissing me like you actually mean it. I’m starting to read the signals wrong.” You tell him shakily. You said what you needed to, but even then your brain was overthinking the situation. The actions. You were suspicious of Haechan.

Something in his eyes changes the way he looks at you how, they weren’t longer the eyes you once knew but the eyes you have changed. You’re the catalyst. Haechan had many friends with benefits before, he’s not new at this. Neither are you. But somehow he fell for you, he fell first, he fell harder than anyone ever could. He’s scared to admit it but after seeing you with two of his friends grinding on your bodies like it was nothing he realised he would rather be first to mess up than to actually lose you because he’s unable to express himself. You aren’t sure why he was so quiet until his rasp out voice with genuine emotion hits your heart.

“I’m going to be blunt with you. I don’t want to be friends who fool around each other anymore. Kiss me back like you’re in love with me.”

He demands as he tightened his hold on your wrist, biting down the bottom lips he eels closer to you closing the gap. Your eyes widen and somehow you felt the urge to do so. You lean closer closing the gap and this time your lips moving in synch, brews a loving potion for him. Haechan moans in the kiss loving the way you hit the sweetest spot on him, you nibble on his bottom lip and somehow his hands loosen on the grip letting your wrist free; you suddenly deepens the kiss by wielding your hands on his jawline, pushing him back against a wall and hungrily making out with your friend who’s deeply in love with you. Begging for more.

Your warmth combined irks your skin to grow a scorching red and as more the mouths create waves in synch. Hands manoeuvre underneath your thighs, with strength riding through them you felt your entire weight lift against the wall, wrapping your ankles round his waistline pushing him into your fabric cover core, slips out a cherishing moan to his ears. He sloppy sucks on your bottom lip, pulling away where his breathing hits your neck, kissing down the sidelines reaching the collarbones he sucks on there leaving purple and reddish hues on your perfectly even skin. You sigh out of relief. Rushing fingertips through his beautiful thick black locks of curls, waving them in massaging motions. You grip on it, pulling it with a tug, in response you hear Haechan mush over with excitement ridging in his body as he lets out a groaning smile ear to ear.

“Fuck. Do that again.” He urges you desperately, unbuttoning your shirt sliding it off your shoulders so lightly. You pull on his hair rougher this time so he can lean backwards to look at your daring eyes.

You murmur lowly, “Haechan. What are we?” You couldn’t help but wonder where you stand with him. Is it something more? Does he want something more or was it a moment of realisation he was wrong? You couldn’t help but wish for something more too, a little more than friends that use each other’s bodies for pleasuring satisfaction.

He leans closer pecking your forehead. He pulls apart after planting a soft kiss, whispering in your hair. “I want to be with you. Not as friends. But lovers.” Haechan stays buried in your silky hair, sniffing the beautiful aroma scent of your chocolaty perfume.

You blush feverishly at his words. “Then from now on. You’re mine and I am yours.”

No longer will you keep it a secret. Your boyfriend cups your face kissing you once more, this time more softly as he whispers. “No longer a secret. Tell everyone who you belong to.”

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[iwaasfairy]

congrats on 15k fairy!!! everytime you say you've reached a milestone I've always wondered how you didn't have more followers by now and I'm still wondering hehe.

also if possible for the drabble event,, maybe the reo mikage sugar daddy one? i think I had sent in an ask before a year back and i remember discussing it w u but I don't exactly remember what it was 😭😭

Thank yoUUU so much sweetheart!! And I vaguely remember yes!! Can’t believe it’s already been a year omg pAnfjfjfjfj ♡ I made it a little cesty bc reo is just my fav when he’s niichan flavoured

tw sugar daddy, incest, degradation and praise

He’s above you, seated on the couch as you’re on the floor, knees cold and bruised but grateful nevertheless. Reo nii always is elevated above you, it feels like, and not just because of his taller stature. It’s just the natural inclination of being with a man who can practically buy your life and not blink twice. You’d say you could too, but mom and dad’s money is his money, and the company’s his too. “Open up,” he whispers, brushing long fingers over your lips, and you let him invade it until he’s pressing onto your squirming tongue.

The cold metal of his other rings brush your cheek when he pushes in further, almost gagging you, before his free hand pats his thighs and he smears the rest of your spit onto your lips and cheek. Gross. He makes you feel like you’re nothing with a single glance of those smart, lilac irises, and doesn’t even have to try. “Come up, c’mon.” He pats again, more demanding this time. “You look pretty dumb sitting there, staring up at me, y’know.” You push up from the floor without another call. Even lounged over his nice couch he looks royal, hair falling in messy tresses brushed back from his face.

You don’t get the chance to sit before he’s pulling you down against him and onto his lap, hard cock pressing against his boxers through sweatpants. As you sit, the press of him against you only makes it harder to focus— and he smiles like he knows it. Because when you roll your hips against him, he instead starts toying with the edge of your satiny suggestion of a dress. “This is one I bought you, hm? Looks nice on you.”

“Thank you, nii nii. I like it too,” you whisper back, and also try to lift yourself into a better position to grind your barely covered pussy against him, dropping your head onto his shoulder. Reo only hums, before he pushes it up and grabs two handfuls of ass to pull you even closer, snickering when you squeak at the push against your over-stimulated clit.

“Want me to buy you another one? ‘cus I can. You just gotta ask your big brother.”

“Nuh uh,” you bury yourself into his neck to start sucking onto the soft skin, knowing he’ll complain - but loving it anyway, “jus- want you to- touch me.” Reo loves spoiling you, it’s true. But more than that, sometimes it feels like he’s trying to buy your love, and you don’t need that. You don’t need anything but him, to be held and loved and cherished by him. He slips his hands down your body comfortably, and finally gives in enough to start rubbing your pussy through your panties— rubbing your slick around through the fabric.

It’s embarrassing that you have to moan into his skin, listening to the way his heart beats, and beg before he slips the expensive lace panties aside to slide two fingers a few inches in. You squirm and whimper at the feeling of him caressing deep inside you, before he groans and rocks his hips into you too. “Tell me you like me.” He rasps, before leaning in to press his lips to yours, mouth to mouth and pulling you in by your waist. “Tell me big brother’s your favorite.” Of course he is. You don’t need to be bought anything for that to be true— but Reo nii doesn’t see it that way.

“Nii nii,” you whine back, and also let him fuck his fingers deeper in and out of you, stretching you out and smearing the wetness on the inside of your thighs before he lays you down. “Big brother’s my favorite~”

“I’ve got you bought, right? Can’t want anyone else- cus they’ll never spoil you like me.” He pushes your thighs towards your body to take your panties off, before pushing his hand into his sweats and taking out his cock to stroke it up and down, squeezing at the base. “You won’t leave me because I won’t let you. Understand? I own you.” He lines up, then pushes in without any other warning and hovers his mouth over yours. Until you have to silence your own moaning into his mouth, and nod in agreement.

“I’m niichan’s property. I promise.”

#monkey fun.event #tw.incest #tw.dark content #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.reo

[sordidmusings]

Tender Love and Care - Hair Care (Buggy x amab!Reader

Art by ijessbest on Twitter (refusing new name still) I believe they also have a tumblr by the same name!

A/N: Sorry I took so long to post this and thank you for your patience! I had thought I put it up earlier but noticed that wasn't true while doing some organizing. The differences are pretty subtle but I hope they are meaningful for your immersion and help you feel seen! If there's something I can do better (I am cis fem so I'm sure there's much my experience has me missing about yours) please let me know! I'd like to help y'all get your escapism too 🤍

From the original a/n - "Ah yes, another 'taking care of Buggy's head' fic to take up space on the internet. Just gotta indulge in giving this man some tlc. Did I write four thousand words of simping for the cringefail pirate clown's hair? Yes. And I'd do it again >:p"

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: masculine leaning amab!reader (no pronouns or gendered titles), Lots of Feelings, yearning, possibly angst?, probably hurt/comfort?, waxing very poetic, Buggy being a prickly bitch who doesn't know how to receive affection, Buggy also being a delusional bitch who immediately latches on to that affection

afab!Version

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“Touch the makeup and I’ll bite your fingers off!”

“I’m quaking.”

“...I’ll spit in your face.” His eyes narrowed while you blanched. “I’ve got damn good aim too so you better watch those big ol’ eyes.” Almost a compliment? Progress.

“To save us both from catastrophe, I’ll let you keep your grease-face,” you promised. After a few more seconds of giving you the stink eye (really, you should be taking notes because his form is exemplary), Buggy finally settled back into your hold. His stubble scratched lightly at your palms and you allowed your thumbs a scant few passes from his cheek bones to the back of his jaw. That was easy enough to play off as mindless movements while you examined him for the coming wash. Hopefully.  You were at least putting in the effort to keep the affection in your chest from blooming into a wide smile on your face, lest he begin spitting like a wet cat again.

After placing him down on your clothes chest, you began gathering together the things you’d need to clean him up. You had already prepared a large basin of steaming water before you had grabbed Buggy from Zoro for your night shift with him. If he had truly protested against you then you’d just have extra water to spoil yourself with for your nightly routine. What a loss. While you flitted around grabbing a cup, a pile of towels, and care products, Buggy took to commenting about whatever his eyes fell on around your room. Your half-assed replies did nothing to discourage his gentle roast of your safe space. He only shut up when you picked him back up and brought him over to the basin.

You were taken by surprise when you took off his bandana.  You had guessed that his hair was thick from the pieces that framed his face, but you hadn’t expected long locks to be wrapped up in there. They slipped and fell down like silk despite being in clear need of a wash, and you started to become a bit excited to see how they would come to shine under your care.

“What’s wrong with you? Never seen hair before?” There was a bit more bite to him all of a sudden and it hit you that he may be self-conscious from your staring.

“Never seen yours before, duh,” you teased. “You should wear your hair out as a power move against all the scrangly ass men in these waters.”

Buggy took a blank-faced moment to process your words. Probably weighing your sincerity against the backlog of insults he’s heard in his life. Unfortunately, one joking compliment never stood a chance.

“Whatever, just do your job.” His bitter tone made you keep your mouth shut and drop the topic. For now.

Seeing how he had a lot more hair than anticipated, you got up again to grab yet another towel so that you could use it as a cushion. Finally settled, you grabbed Buggy in one hand, the cup in the other, and got to work. You had laid a small board across the basin so you could rest Buggy on it instead of having to hold him up the whole time. You may have gotten strong in this life, but you were not masochistic enough to try holding him up throughout this process. You made sure to be extra gentle when you put him to rest on the back of his head, mindful that the hard plank wasn’t the most comfortable.

Wetting his hairline was taking longer than you thought. The soft noises from the pouring water hitting his scalp and trickling through his hair into the basin below felt loud in the stillness of the room. Everything had a languid air like you could breathe freely without thought or time to measure the passing of each exhale. Wanting to check in, you looked down from your task and into Buggy’s face. Despite all his past showboating, Buggy was having difficulty keeping his gaze anywhere near your face.  You decided to take pity on him in his discomfort but not too much. “So how’d you get your damn good aim?”

Silence.

You’re beginning to think that him looking at you like you’re stupid is his comfort zone.

“You know, that ‘damn good aim’ that makes my ‘big ol’ eyes’ easy targets?” you supplied.  At first, you thought he would roll his eyes and make more digs at you, but he finally caught you off guard.

“It’s a trade secret,” he said with a growing smile and a glint in his eyes. His face grew even more pleased when you smiled mischievously back at him.

“Clown trade?”

He hummed out an affirmative. You saturated the last of his hair at the front and sides and now needed to dunk the rest in the basin. The sheer amount of long blue locks that this pretty, pretty man had may cause it to overflow, but you supposed that’s just a workplace hazard when becoming a glamor clown’s hairdresser. You paused in lowering him to look around quite dramatically (squinty eyes, pursed lips, and all) before leaning slightly closer to stage whisper, “You can tell me; I ain’t no snitch.”

You barely caught the laugh that he choked short in order to keep up his serious facade. He let his eyes wander the room to double check your surveying and pretended to be in thought. He let out a heaving sigh and said, “Okay, okay, but you have to lean in close. Can’t have this getting out.”

Ever obliging, you turned your head and leaned until you felt his warm breath on your skin and the roundness of his nose tickling to top of your ear. You were thankful he couldn’t see the little shiver down your spine or the goosebumps spreading down your neck. He was thankful you couldn’t see him close his eyes to savor the scent of your aftershave. All was still for a few breaths too long.

“The secret?” you prompted, thinking he was waiting for your urging or that he was just trying to make you squirm. You didn’t see his eyes flutter open while he forced thoughts other than your closeness back into that head of his. Okay, he really needed to do something to reel himself back in and get some control of the situation.  Easier said than done when he’s only a head.

You felt as much as you heard him take a deliberate inhale… only for a loud raspberry to be blown right next to your ear.

Nearly dropping him in shock, you quickly pulled your head back and held him at arm’s length like a misbehaved puppy. Through his canting cackles, Buggy met your wide eyes with a proud grin. It didn’t even need the help of his makeup to split his face. Damn, you could stare at that forever. He had just the prettiest eyes you think you’d ever seen. The way they shifted color under the low lights and sparkled with his smile had you feeling entranced. It had the same commanding presence and addicting warmth as flames with their own swirling colors and sparking embers. You thought your poetic idioms for him would always center around the sea, especially for his blue-green eyes, but here we are.

The corner of his smile started to twitch downward under your stare until wild and cheerful laughter burst from your lips. They were the kind to shake your shoulders and scrunch your cheeks up into your eyes and he’s now certain that he has fucked right up. Buggy felt alarms blaring in his mind as he took in your joy and was certain he would make an absolute fool of himself in any and all ways possible to keep getting hits of it. Between your settling chuckles, you managed to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring that wisdom with me to my grave.”

Readjusting your grip, you moved forward and dunked the back of Buggy’s head fully into the water. He sighed out at the sensation, but he fully melted when one of your hands went to support the back of his skull and the other flowed through his tresses to make sure all of them were wet. You let yourself take your time, both to make sure you were thorough and to indulge yourself in the comfort of the moment. A tenderness spread through you when you saw that this was also indulging Buggy. His breath was slow and steady, and his eyes were resting closed to better focus on the sensations coming to him. You truly were a people pleaser at heart and seeing someone so bedraggled and affection-starved accept your care made your heart and head feel fuzzy.

You slowly leaned him more upright and used your other hand to wipe out some of the excess water. Buggy felt you shuffling around, and his eyes opened to see what you were up to. After you moved him to rest on the flat bottom of his neck on top of the softest towel that he’s felt in ages, he realized that you went through the trouble to try to make even that wooden board comfortable for his sake. He was starting to feel even more uncertain and out of his element.

Careful fingers carded through and spread out his hair behind him while an equally careful gaze watched over their work. After lathering your hands with a shampoo bar scented by vanilla and spices, you set to work giving him the scalp massage of a lifetime.

While focusing on doing the best job possible and maybe also the beautiful color of his hair was keeping you from thinking about anything else, Buggy had no such luxury. He had nothing to direct his nervous energy at - didn’t even have fingers to fidget with! - so he closed his eyes and tried to keep his face neutral. Everyone enjoys a good scalp massage or at least some kind of pampering so it wouldn’t have been weird for him to visibly enjoy it, but something watery and vulnerable was pressing at his throat under your tender care. His mind and body (well… head) were at odds. While his train of thought spun every which way only to be tethered back to the word ‘why’, his muscles melted until they were soft and pleasantly limp. Has his brow ever been so smooth? His jaw so loose? His lips so softly set? Oh God, you must have noticed the stubborn stiffness in his neck because your fingers abandoned his hair to firmly rub from the base of his skull to where he met the towel and that was truly his undoing.

With a rumbly hum, Buggy finally gave in to temptation and tied his mind to your movements. He let himself imagine affection there - imagine that this was special and just for him. You’ve never tended to anyone else like this. You offered because you simply had to know what his hair felt like. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted it much more than you ever wanted to touch anyone else. If he opened his eyes and looked up at yours, he would see them pouring with love, just like your hands were, and you would look sweetly down at him with your gorgeous eyes and handsome smile and say lovely things and you’d love him-

You’d love him.

Fuck.

You noticed Buggy suddenly flinch under your hands and you tensed up.

“Are you okay? Did I snag your hair?” You hadn’t felt anything tug but you supposed you could’ve missed it.

Buggy cleared his throat before stiffly responding, “No. Keep going.”

Something thick in his tone caught your attention and you looked to see his expression was tense instead of the blissed out one you had admired not too long ago. That won’t do. You went back to the tried and true pressure points on the scalp that you knew from experience eased anyone up. Checking his face again, you noticed it was more relaxed but still too guarded for your tastes. Deciding he must be getting antsy, you switched to working the shampoo down his hair after getting a touch more product on your hands. The time it took to get it properly sudsed and rinsed was calm, despite the fact that there was some undercurrent to the air that felt charged. Maybe it was just from seeing the talkative and bratty clown be so subdued. As you began spreading conditioner through his hair, you decided that it was time to engage him again.

“This bar is my favorite; nothing makes my hair softer,” you said. Already, his hair was relaxing to glide even more smoothly between your fingers. You weren’t ready to give the feeling up, so you spent the entire time that the conditioner was setting to run your fingers through his hair.

Buggy couldn’t do anything at the moment to judge your claim, but the smell alone made him understand why it was your favorite. It matched that of the shampoo bar, but the richer ingredients in the conditioner highlighted the comforting tones of the vanilla and the sensuality of warm spices and wood. He relished in it on every inhale, hoping to unravel and memorize its every undertone. Was that a touch of amber in there? A little pink peppercorn? Maybe some incense and oud at the base? Buggy suddenly felt ridiculous. He was never one to give much thought to fancy perfumes, yet here he was trying to dissect your scent like a sommelier tasting a new wine. 

You made quick work of rinsing his hair this final time and gently pushing and squeezing any excess water out. You set Buggy back on a towel, this time one that was spread on the floor. It was the one that you had just been sitting on. Buggy was embarrassed that he noticed and enjoyed the fact that he could still feel your body heat on it.

“How many of those things do you have?” Buggy scoffed as you pulled yet another towel over to dry his hair. You flicked his forehead in warning against further sass.

“You can never have too many. It’s something that you use daily and they come in handy during emergencies,” you explained.

“Oh yeah like what?”

“Well, I was thinking of situations like having to soak up a spill or blood, but the state of your hair definitely qualifies.”

The outburst was immediate.

“I KNEW YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF ME YOU DAMN LIAR! HOW DA-”

Good thing you were prepared for this and stuffed some of yet another towel into his screaming mouth. He bit down on it harshly and glared at you with all his might. Snarls and grumbles still made their way through the cloth, letting you know just how displeased he was. You were a little shocked to find that despite being gagged and despite just being a head that his glare still actually intimidated you. The time spent with the crew treating him like a harmless little pest had helped you forget that, when push came to shove, he could back up his talk with violence.

The brief glimpse of fear in your eyes gave him a twinge of satisfaction but mostly felt a lot more hollow than he’d expected. Wasn’t this what he wanted? 

When you reached back out to continue drying his hair, you were more tentative than he had ever seen you and his mood dropped even further. Even with your caution, the way that you moved the towel over his hair and gently squeezed more water out of it was filled with care. The whole thing felt very foreign to him. Buggy usually rubbed his towel through his hair chaotically like the more forceful he was the sooner he could get done with the bothersome task. You were working over him like any undue force would be an insult. Like he was something precious. That watery feeling started pressing on him again.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you started quietly. “I just meant to poke fun, not make you actually feel insulted.” After a few more soft pats with the towel, you slowly removed his makeshift gag. He took a moment to wiggle around his jaw and get the dry feeling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, well good job, dumbass,” he bit. You winced at the hurt in his tone. “Just finish up.”

You took a moment to recenter yourself while you grabbed your comb and brush. This was not how you wanted this to go. One wrong comment had sent this whole interaction spiraling and it made you sad. Sensitivity like that was usually built up from years of feeling the same hurts over and over again, and you didn’t ever want to be someone to aggravate an already festering wound, especially not on someone who you genuinely enjoyed. Not on someone who you were increasingly craving affection from. This needed to be fixed. Steeling yourself for the resistance you were about to meet, you began combing the ends of his hair and spoke, “The blue color is pretty.”

He ignored you. As expected.

“It was one of the first things I noticed about you.” He still wouldn’t even glance up at you. “Also how it brings out the color of your eyes.”

He snorted dismissively in a way that very clearly told you he wasn’t believing a word you said. Also expected. You’re just going to have to soldier on until this eventually worked… maybe worked… hopefully worked?

Just as in the rest of the process, you were slow and thorough when combing his hair. You murmured compliments to him about how soft it is; how thick and how beautiful. By the time that you had switched to using your brush, he was showing signs of being worn down by your flattery. His face was more relaxed and he let himself look around instead of trying to burn a hole through the floor. All you could focus on, though, was how downcast and tired his eyes looked.

“Alright, I’m all finished up,” you told him. “I’m going to put you in the hammock for a minute while I get ready for bed.”

After placing him in the middle of your bedding, you disappeared behind a dressing screen. The routine of bathing  yourself with a washcloth and bowl of soapy water eased you. Since you had taken so much time tending to Buggy, the last bowl of fresh water had become lukewarm. Despite this, the final wipe down had you feeling refreshed and ready to jump into bed. It was no soak in the tub, but still left you feeling much better after a long day of helping work around the ship.

You had set about your routine briskly so that you didn’t leave Buggy waiting too long. Little did you know, he didn’t mind the time of having nothing to do besides enjoy the soft blankets you curled up in every night. He was trying to soak it in before you inevitably put him back down on the floor. If the night had taught him anything, you’d at least put him on one of those fluffy towels instead of throwing him back in the bag like the others did.

You came over to him on the hammock and he admired how you looked, now clean and fresh. His eyes poured over your shirtless chest and the thin sleep pants moving around the shape of your legs. When you picked him back up, your face and body language were as placid as he had ever seen them and he was surprised at how content that made him feel. He readied himself to be moved away, left cold and forgotten, but he was astonished when you plopped yourself in your bedding instead with him still in your hands. The shock must have shown on his face because you chuckled at him and gave him a bright smile. Even with the bumpy road that the night had been, your smile made him soft and content. He was realizing with more and more resignation that your smile and laugh would let you get away with anything when it came to him.

“So no floor? Trying to bribe me with favors?” His voice was mostly back to that sarcastic lilt you’ve come to adore.

Content that he was feeling better, you answered, “Nah, just using you so I can have a teddy bear. Haven’t had a good one in ages.”

Making good on that promise, you made sure that he was securely nestled into your neck and shoulder. You used both of your arms to cradle him there and both hands to continue your worship of his hair. It was just barely damp and the coolness felt nice on your hands, especially in contrast to the cozy heat emanating from his head. His long eyelashes tickled at your neck every time he blinked, just like the light scruff on his jaw teased at the skin on your chest. His big nose felt cozy rested on your clavicle, and you had to resist the urge to reach down and trail your fingers on it. A giddy and victorious feeling flushed through you when you felt him close his eyes a final time and sink into your embrace.

Buggy should have known that he was doomed from the start. He was having a hell of a time trying not to moan at your fingers scratching and massaging his scalp, both during the hair care and now, when he was held in your arms. The feeling of being rested on your bare chest sent his heart racing. He couldn’t stop his little movements to nestle into you and get just that much more of your warmth and touch. If he thought that he loved the smell of you before, he was absolutely intoxicated now that he knew what it was like when it floated over the two of you while wrapped in body-warmed sheets.

He wanted to ask you why you were doing all of this, but he didn’t want to know the answer. Not right now. Right now he was going to let himself go back into that place in his head where you lo- cared about him. A place where each night he would crawl into bed with you and, no matter how the day went, you would be there to empty his mind of anything but the two of you. You’d greet him with a kiss or a laugh or an embrace and you would shine with so much joy because he’s next to you again. He’d know what your love felt like, how it felt to be under your hands, how your skin felt under his lips. All these daydreams swirling in his head started to make him sick with want, and he needed to know at least one of them. He couldn’t handle all of them staying forever in his mind.

The tiniest increase of pressure from his lips brought your attention to where they rested below your collarbone. The almost kiss was so heartbreakingly shaky and hesitant that you felt your eyes burn with the threat of tears. To reassure him, you dragged your cheek across his temple before turning to leave a deliberate kiss there. Buggy relished the contact, the satisfied sigh you let out afterward, and the gentle weight of your cheek as you snuggled back into him. Your reward came in the form of a grinning cheek pushing into you.

All his humor and posturing certainly caught your attention in the best way and even his explosive temper was something you couldn’t say turned you away. This gentleness, though, this uncertain and wounded place, had you bursting with affection and you were hoping to keep experiencing it. You’d meet it each time with steady affection until it turned into something he embodied with the same surety that he had in his beloved spotlight.

Both of you slipped more sweetly into dreams, curled up together as you were, and with more peace and ease than the years before had allowed. Neither of you would let the years to come be absent of this sweet treasure, either.

#buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #opla buggy x reader #buggy the clown #opla buggy #one piece #amab reader #male reader #opla #one piece live action #x reader

[sunray-222]

Angel Baby. | M.S

pairing: matt sturniolo and y/n

summary: in which matt and his brothers are a pretty big deal in a small town. y/n, who is the daughter of a school teacher and a fireman has never understood the hype around those sturniolo boys anyways. however, when matt takes her home to save her from pouring rain, she decides to give him a chance.

warnings: cursing, short chapter, lmk if i missed anything

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“so, tonight?” matt asked, standing beside you against the lockers. “if you don’t stop asking me, the answer is going to change i promise you.” you laughed, pulling the bag over your shoulder.

“i’m just excited, y/n.” he laughed, gently pushing your side. “i know, i know.” and it was true. matt was excited, and as bad as you tried to fight the thought, you wondered if he was excited for the wrong reasons.

he had a history. of talking girls up, just to never show. he was tough, rude, loud, but with you he was soft. was he like this with every girl he lets down?

the thoughts didn’t have long to linger, as he pressed on with another question. “so we can go to the drive in, and watch a movie…or watch a movie.” he teased, and that’s when a whole new string of fears crossed your mind.

“is that what you think this is gonna be?”

his face completely dropped. “what? no-no y/n i was just joking, i promise i’m not like what you think- i- it was just a stupid joke i shouldn’t have said it. i’m sorry.”

“it’s um, it’s alright matt.. i’ve gotta catch my science class i’ll see you later.” you smiled, quickly walking away from the boy.

you fucking idiot matt thought to himself. in all honesty, he was kidding. and up until this point he’d never been serious about a girl, never talking to one for longer than 48 hours. you were a whole new territory for him. and that scared him.

“oh, hey y/n!” nick beamed, he’d never spoken to you before this. “hey,” you said breathlessly, not realizing how quick you’d walked to avoid matt. “are you excited for tonight?” his eyes danced across your face, looking hopeful for his brother. “oh, yeah i’m over the moon.” you laughed, opening your notebook to a fresh page.

“well, good. because i’ve never seen matt look so excited for something.”

and that’s when all your anxieties came back. you’ll never understand why the reassurance makes you second guess, maybe it’s because you’re letting your guard down, maybe it’s because you’re reading too far into matt’s past. whatever it was, you were beyond sick and tired of the feeling.

the day dragged on, you listened to madi gush to nadia about her phone calls with chris, but the one thing on your mind was matt.

what he was doing, what was he wearing tonight? even worse, what were you going to wear? most little girls dream of their first dates, how beautiful they’ll be, everything. you were different, while those were the goals they had, you had envisioned life away from your town. you had no idea what to do here.

what you didn’t know, was matt didn’t either. even going as far as to forge a letter from his parents, saying he and his brothers had a doctors appointment just so they could leave early and go find an outfit for him.

“this is ridiculous,” chris laughed. “would you shut the fuck up.” matt huffed from inside the dressing room, fixing the collar of the shirt before walking out. “how do i look?”

“like ice cube. pop a few buttons tough guy,” chris laughed, however nick seen how serious his brother was. “maybe try a different one, one that’s more you and not what you think y/n will like.” nick explained, fighting the smile and the urge to laugh at chris’ joke.

“would you quit being a dick!” nick hissed, popping chris on the arm as matt disappeared into the dressing room. “nick, dude looked like he was gonna bust out rapping straight outta compton at any second. i’m trying to help him.”

“well thank you for being honest about his outfit choices dickhead, but if he’s too far into his head he’ll fuck the whole date up with y/n. please just be gentle when you don’t like something, for the love of fucking christ.” nick explained, lightly hitting his forehead for emphasis. chris only rolled his eyes, waiting to see what his brother walked out in next.

“so you have a date tonight?” your mom asked, a wide grin on her face as you stepped into the house. you gave a simple ‘mhm’ as a response, making your way to your room. “where is madi, i figured she’d love to help you get ready,” she asked, resting her hand on the railing to the stairs.

“she’s waiting for her guy to call her. i gotta get ready mom,” you called back, shutting your door just before she could answer.

you laid back flat against your bed, your hands covering your face immediately. “what did i get myself into?!” you groaned, sitting up and connecting your phone to the speaker.

in some way the music calmed you as you made your way to the closet. you landed on a simple plain black top, and baggy jeans. for hair, you kept it simple, same with makeup. by any standards, you looked like you were just hanging out, not a date.

but the truth was, that was the real you. the you that you wanted matt to see you as. if this was going to work at all, matt had to see you for you.

the next two hours flew by, and finally there was a knock at your door.

“hi,” you smiled, only to cut yourself off

it was nick at your door.

“hey, y/n i’m sorry to do this, matt’s not feeling the best. i think tonight’s a no go. he’ll call later, i gotta head out. i’m sorry.”

and then he was gone.

maybe you were right about matt.

-

i’m sorry to do this to yalll and i’m sorry it took this long annnd i’m sorry this is short. part 3 soon swea 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo

[wayfayrr]

I didn't think hyrule had berlin-

had a silly thought about the links in Mario kart getting a little attached to you, so when you end up in hyrule? well of course they're gonna get close if they can :3

gotta thank @peepthatbish @tomsishere and @xxbuttercup for helping me brainstorm this <33

[masterlist]

“You think there’s a chance that the shadow could ever send us to my world? I mean, it did bring me here so there’s gotta be at least a small chance right?”

“Yeah, I hope so anyway, I’d love to go to Berlin with you. That always looked like a nice city.”

“Wait tears how-”

“Really? Athens always looked nicer to me.”

“OKAY HOW DO YOU BOTH-”

“Course you’d say that goddess boy.”

“Goddess boy?”

“HEY YOU TWO - you can bicker later, how the FUCK do you know the names of cities in my world?”

That got their attention, with them both turning to me with some clear confusion before it quickly melted away into a… look of devotion? It’s pretty clear that they both know something that I don’t, hopefully they’ll be kind enough to let me in on it soon enough, if I even want to know from the look they’re giving me that is.

“Do you not remember my dove?”

“Or did you not know that we could hear?”

“... That you could hear?” 

Hear what exactly, me when I was off of their games? Before I got to hyrule? 

Wait. 

The places they mentioned - the fact that it’s just them who seem to know - could they be talking about mario kart? If they are then… how much could they hear? Did they hear any of my friends? Did they hear when I was drunk? If they could then, how much do they know about me? There have been times when I’ve been too drunk to remember what I was even saying and if they heard that then… What don't they know about me? 

I don’t have a clue how to start processing this, do I even want to stay with them now - the others don’t seem to have a clue are they safe for me to be around. Neither of them are really touching me so, if I’m going to move now is my chance. Just got to hope they don’t notice me trying to move.

“Hey, sundelion, where are you going? We - we finally opened up about that and you - you, please don’t leave.”

There goes my chance then, he’s got a good grip on my hand and he’s not likely to let go. Even if he didn’t it’s not like I could get all that far now that he’s noticed me trying to leave, he’d just use recall on my clothes to bring me right back over. Aaaand now he’s tearing up. 

“You’re worried about what we know right? Well I’ll tell you - anything you want to know if we know, just don’t leave please.”

“Tears - what no, No you can’t decide that for the two of us, that’s not fa-”

“Sky… I just - I can’t lose them - I can’t- you know I can’t!” 

“But to just tell them everything off of the bat like that.”

“What would you suggest instead, you want their trust right?”

“You two know that I can hear everything you’re saying, you aren’t alone.” 

“Mhm, it’s still strange getting used to you being here and being able to hear us too though. Guess we still have old habits.”

Just finding out about the secrets they’ve been keeping seems to have taken a load off of their shoulders, with tears instantly sticking himself onto my side tighter than if he were to fuse our shirts together again. Sky is still a bit more distanced though, like he’s scared of letting his guard down, he’s frowning too. It’s been clear for a while though that sky is hiding something, his saccharine-sweet facade being far too kind even for a hero and with what he’s just said… there’s more to him than he’s let on. Honestly? I’m not sure I want to find out what’s being hidden away. 

“[name]? Would you be able to come over here a moment?”

Oh to think time saying that would one day not fill me with dread, it’s a good opportunity to get a bit of time to process everything. And who knows, maybe he’s got some good news about the search to find me a way home, he’s been near obsessed with the idea of getting me home since- well since sky and tears started to get more attached. Does he - is there a chance he knows more than he’s letting on? It’s not a surprise seeing how many other secrets he keeps from the others I guess he promised you the second he knew you knew his past that he wouldn’t keep any from you unless it was for your own safety. Why are you ignoring that? Tears still has his hand holding mine, Sky’s still staring too, just need to try to move; they heard time just as well as I did so I should be able to move. “Wait, do you have to go, he doesn’t sound urgent. Can’t it wait?”

“Old man should learn to wait his turn with you…”

“Knowing him it’s probably a - what was that sky?”Knowing how he was in game it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s acting like this, he was always the link with the snarkiest dialog, even being outright mean at times. It shouldn’t be surprising that the calm sleepy soft boy was a bit of a persona he put up, but it is surprising he’s starting to let it drop. Time didn’t seem to like how clingy they’re getting though, seeing as he decided to come over to get me himself instead of waiting any longer. Helping me up and getting us away from the others.

"So what is it you wanted me for so badly?"

"I think I've found a way to get you home."

#haha three yans in this #guess who the third is #spoilers he's platonic #also if people want this continued? #shoot me an ask I'll write it #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #linked universe x reader #link x reader #yandere link #lu tears #lu sky #lu time #moss✦writes

[sc0tters]

The Best Favour Yet | Owen Power

summary: Kent asks Owen to help you settle in when you move to Buffalo, that favour ends up being the reason for some of your favourite memories with the love of your life.

request: yes/no

warnings: some allusions to sex.

word count: 2.1k

authors note: this request made me laugh because it literally said Owen dating Kent’s sister and all the chaos that would entail. Started writing this as a regular oneshot but I hated it so I’ve just made it a 5+1.

Kent never planned on this.

When he asked Owen to keep an eye on you once you got accepted at Buffalo State University. Kent never once let the thought of you falling for one of his best friends.

1. ❝he’s like totally harmless.❞

to PowPow 🔫: thanks for checking in with y/n I appreciate it

to y/n 👾: remember Owen is like totally harmless!

You were nervous to meet the boy, sure you had spoken to Owen in person before but it was never by yourself. Usually Kent was around for those moments as he didn’t want to let any of the guys think that they could have the chance to make a move on you.

Once they reached sophomore year you were merely just a name to them though as you were going to university in Florida.

A year of that was more than enough and you had transferred to Buffalo for your sophomore year.

But as the cold Buffalo breeze chilled your face as you clutched the sides of your jacket you began to lose hope “y/n!” Owen called out as he recognised your stature from anywhere.

Owen would never admit it but he did have the tiniest of crushes on you that he felt in his freshman year the first time he met you “hi Owen.” You smiled as you spun around to face him.

You looked up at him as he gave you a hug “I’ve got a few different restaurants in mine so whatever you-” the hockey player began to ramble as he didn’t realise that his nerves were showing.

It took you giving his hand a squeeze for him to calm down “you’re the local, I trust you Owen.” You nodded as you sent him a serious look to show that you were down for anything.

And that night you laughed so hard your stomach hurt and you even managed to make eating pizza look good because Owen looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

2. ❝you’re a sabres fan now,❞

You had to say that you were surprised that it took Owen three weeks before he invited you to a Sabres game. Every time the game was in Buffalo you’d watch from your dorm window as fans lined the road up to the KeyBank Center.

So as you stood in the waiting area with WAGs and other members of the players friends and families you couldn’t help but wish you were back there in the comfort of your dorm.

Sure the people were nice but you weren’t one of them, you were meant to be a simple college kid “you made it!” Owens cheer pulled you out of your thoughts as he wrapped his arms around you.

The older players watched on in amusement as they pieced together why the umich alumni seemed so loved up over the past month “wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you smiled as him still having his skates on meant that you had to tilt your head up further to look at him.

He swore he was on cloud nine when he realised you were wearing the jersey that he had given you just days prior “you like the outfit?” You asked as you did a little spin so he could see your outfit in its whole.

Owen sucked at his teeth as he tried to remain calm seeing Power on your back “you’re a sabres fan now you know that right?” He teased as he had seen all of the Blue Jackets memorabilia from Kent that decorated your side of your dorm.

You shrugged as you ran your fingers through your hair “I’ve been called worse if I’m honest.” You joked causing him to let out a laugh.

A lightbulb seemed to go off above his head “you gotta meet the rest of the boys!” Owen wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into the direction of more of his teammates.

3. ❝too good for this world,❞

On Tuesdays if you had late lectures Owen would pick you up and you’d spend the evening at his. Each time you’d take turns being head chef when it came to making meals.

This particular Tuesday it was your turn and you were making spaghetti bolognaise “Power don’t you dare!” You could see the smirk on his face as he leaned against the counter behind him.

Owen laughed as you continued to watch the pasta boil “I’m not doing anything.” He raised his hands in surrender as he pushed himself off of the counter as he walked over to you.

You scoffed as you shook your head “I can see it in your eyes that there is something up there.” You pointed to his head causing him to smile.

His hands landed on either side of you “are they telling you that I think you’re beautiful?” Owen asked letting his voice act like a gentle hum over the sound boiling pasta water.

Warmth spread over your cheeks as you tried to bury your face in his chest “I’m serious!” He laughed as his hands cupped your cheeks so he could continue to look at him.

Your tongue danced over your teeth “why me?” You let the question you had been wondering for weeks finally come out.

Owens cold thumb cooled your face as it softly rubbed circles on your cheek “because you’re perfect y/n,” the hockey player hadn’t told you about how he truly felt before.

He sighed when you shook your head “I wish you’d see that you’re too good for this world sweets.” Owen confessed as he let his head drop so that his lips barely hovered over your own.

The air around you went silent “what about dinner?” You statement had to be pushed out of your lips.

It made Owen smirk “I can be done before that pasta is ready.” He proposed as he turned the heat down a setting.

That seemed to be all you needed to carry on “let’s not waste anytime then.” You shrugged before his hand was on your jaw letting him kiss your lips.

4. ❝I’ll count to three,❞

It had been two months since you started dating Owen. Besides for your close friends nobody else knew and that was because you two didn’t know how to tell Kent.

Your brother knew you had a boyfriend because you had been in the process of soft launching your relationship on Instagram, but all of those questions were met with coy answers.

So when the long awaited day came around when the Blue Jackets were playing in Buffalo you knew you had to tell your brother.

But that morning when your mind was full of clouds as you were still half asleep you didn’t think twice when you opened the door to Owens apartment in nothing more than one of his shirts.

Kent on the other hand was shocked to see his sister stood in his friend’s apartment “where is Owen?” He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows.

That was what seemed to wake you up “oh Ken-” you stammered over your words as your eyes widened “babe who is there?” Owen called out from the kitchen.

You couldn’t rack your brain for what to say “it’s Kent!” That seemed to get the right response out of Owen as he came out to the entryway.

The Blue Jackets player really didn’t know what to do “you just called my sister babe?” Kent honestly zoned out once he heard you get that title.

Owen could see the upset look on his friends face “let’s just talk about th-” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck “I’ll count to three because I like you.” Kent cut him off as he walked into the apartment.

You let your lips swirl in as your eyes went wide “baby?” Owen looked to you for help as Kent got to one “run and lock a door.” You proposed as your brother got to two.

Part of you watched in amusement as Owen ran to the end of the hall when Kent got to three.

5. ❝wrapped around her finger,❞

Kent loved you, truly you were his little sister that he wanted to protect in bubble wrap. So it wasn’t surprising that it took him four months to be okay with the idea of going on holiday with you and Owen.

That was until your brother was reminded of the fact that you were going to be sleeping in a bed with your boyfriend.

Quickly the relaxing holiday turned into one that he didn’t get sleep in “morning baby,” you smiled as you found your boyfriend stood in the kitchen making coffee.

Owen was quick to swipe away from you “I brushed my teeth,” you pointed out as you smelt your breath wondering if that was the problem “what if he sees?” Owen whined as he still seemed to be scared of Kent’s threats “they are both still sleeping.” You grumbled as you pouted your lips not enjoying the fact that your boyfriend was ignoring you.

That was a sight that Owen truly couldn’t say no to so he placed the coffee mug down on the counter causing you to smile “always getting what I want,” you pointed out.

Owen nodded “my baby got me wrapped around her finger for days.” He never did seem to mind admitting that you just how whipped he was.

Your hands wrapped around his waist “think you should show me that then,” you proposed as just as his lips touched yours Kent had to walk in “I do not need to be made an uncle on this trip please?” He begged as he scrunched his face in disgust even once you had pulled away from Owen.

A laugh left your lips “but wouldn’t we be such cute parents daddy?” You let the words fall out of your mouth like butter.

Both Owen and Kent’s eyes went wide. Of course your boyfriend could see the mischievous look on your face and it clearly meant you were doing this to screw with your brother “you’ve got two seconds to get your hands off of-” Kent didn’t even need to finish his sentence before Owen listened and took two steps away from you.

A frown formed on your face “you’re no fun,” you mumbled as you looked at the Sabres player.

“it’s hard to be when you’re trying to get me killed!

+ 1 ❝what’d you say?❞

The last three years had been a whirlwind, whilst you hadn’t made Kent an uncle just yet you and Owen had your fair share of pregnancy scares that you both agreed were secrets you’d take to your grave.

With each day that went by you found yourself falling deeper in love with him. You had the house, the pets, and the love so there was only really two things left on that checklist.

Bless Owen for being clueless but you spent the last three months trying to hint at the wedding ring you liked but that seemed to just fall on deaf ears.

So now you took matters into your own hands as you watched him get ready for boys night “baby,” you sang as you were sat on your bed watching him pick an outfit for tonight.

Owen continued looking through his clothes as he smiled “yes?” He asked wondering what it was that you wanted to ask him “I want to marry you.” You announced as you swung your legs against the frame of your bed.

You had truly never seen him stop what he was doing that fast before “what’d you say?” Owen looked like he had seen a ghost as he walked over to you.

It made you confused “just said I wanted to marry you.” You shrugged as you watched him lean over to his bedside table drawer as he pulled out a velvet box “was gonna ask you this weekend.” He pointed out as he revealed what looked like the ring of your dreams.

A gasp left your lips “you were?” You knew he was taking you on a mini trip to Canada so that you two could go stay in the mountains for a week as it was the start of the off season.

He nodded as he sat next to you “pretty sure I can take this as a yes then?” Owen joked as he placed a kiss to your temple seeing the tears form in your eyes.

You smiled as you let out a sniffle “don’t get it twisted I asked first!”

#owen power #Owen power imagine #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #imagines #oneshots #amber writes fics

[shesthejukeboxhero]

Smart Alec

Initiate!Eric Coulter x instructor!gn!reader

WARNINGS: violence, language

SUMMARY: You’re a first-year initiation instructor, and an Erudite transfer is making it his goal to get under your skin.

A/N: Please let me know if you want me to continue and make this a series! I know lots of people don’t know who Eric is (or don’t remember him) but if enough people want Eric fics I’ll definitely continue writing this!

PART ONE PART TWO

The sound of combat boots walking on cement rings through the compound’s walls.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Your fellow initiation instructor, Lauren greets you as you approach the giant net.

“Good morning, Lauren.”

“You going to the top or am I?” She says.

“I will, I love seeing the shock on their faces when they see they have to jump.” You say with a laugh, waving to her and heading towards the stairs leading to the roof of the compound. You manage to get there just in time, as you can hear the train nearing. Taking your place at the edge of the hole, you watch the initiates jump from the train. Once they all make it off the train, you yell out to them, gaining their attention.

“INITIATES! I’m Y/N, and I’ll be one of your instructors. As you notice, we are about 10 stories off the ground. The only way to enter Dauntless is to jump. If you don’t want to jump, then you might not have the guts to be here.”

“Is there something to catch us down there?” A boy in white and black clothes says.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself, initiate.”

There is a wave of silence after that.

“Well? Somebody’s gotta go first. Who’s it gonna be?” You say, getting impatient.

“I’ll do it.” A male voice sounds out throughout the crowd. You look up and see a boy dressed in blue approaching the edge where you’re standing.

“Alright, Nose. Let’s see what you’ve got.” You say as you jump down from the ledge. He steps up, oozing confidence as he does so. He gives you a mock salute and jumps backwards, down to the net where Lauren is waiting. You shake your head in disbelief, and try to hide the smirk on your face. “WHO’S NEXT?” You yell out to the crowd in front of you.

After all the initiates make the jump, you jump down yourself. After Lauren helps you out of the net, the both of you approach the crowd in front of you. “Dauntless born, you’re going with Lauren. Transfers, you’re staying with me. Go.” You watch as the initiates separate, leaving you with just the transfers. “Now, before we start our tour of the compound, are there any questions for me.” You announce to the crowd. “Yeah, I’ve got one.” The same boy from earlier steps forward. “Alright Nose, what’s your question.” You say annoyed, knowing how this is gonna go.

“How is someone as young as you qualified to teach us? You look just about the same age as us.”

“Well for your information, I was ranked first in my initiation class.”

“Out of how many people?”

“Close to 25 people.”

The boy smirks at you, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Something funny about that, Nose?”

“No.”

“Good, then shut your trap, Smart Alec.”

Without giving the chance for more questions, you start the tour. You notice the Erudite boy seems to be following close behind you. You try your best to ignore it and continue the tour. Leading them out to the open pit of Dauntless, you say, “This is the Pit. The life force of Dauntless.” You then lead them down a spiral staircase which leads to the initiates’ dorms. “This is where you’ll be staying for the next 10 weeks.”

“Boys or girls?” A different blue-wearing boy says.

“Both.” You respond sharply.

There are a few murmurs from the crowd. The girls complain about the lack of privacy and the boys are excited for the lack of privacy.

“If you like this, you’re going to love the bathrooms.” You say, leading them around the corner. As you walk into the bathroom, sounds of disgust ring out amongst the initiates. The bathrooms have no privacy whatsoever, with the toilets right next to each other in the open. A Candor girl says “Really? There’s no where else?”. You chuckle to yourself. “You’ll love this, Candor. Everything out in the open, just how you like it.” You say before walking towards the entrance, unzipping the bag of clothes set there. “Get changed. Dinner is starting any minute now.” And with that you leave them to change.

You find your normal table, usually sitting across from Lauren, the one true friend you maintained through initiation, but this time she wasn’t there. You shrugged it off and took a seat there anyway, but unfortunately that seemed to make some of the initiates think it was an open invitation to take a seat next to you. You try to tune out the group of initiates but they won’t stop talking.

“Did you hear Y/N actually transferred to this faction?”

“What?”

“Yeah, from Amity, of all factions…”

“I find that hard to believe.”

That’s when you step in. “True or not, that’s not your business.”

“So you’re not going to tell us?” The Erudite that had been on your nerves all day says.

“Again, none of your business.” You say, sipping from your cup.

“I’m just genuinely curious of the quality of education we’re going to be getting here, that’s all.” He says again, with a smirk on his face.

“I told you I ranked first in my initiation.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You glare at the boy. “You better watch your step, Smart Alec. Talking bad about your instructors doesn’t look good when it comes to getting higher in the rankings.”

And with that, you leave the table and walk to the terrace with the rest of the leaders.

#eric coulter x reader #eric coulter #divergent #jai courtney #divergent x reader

[themultifandomgal]

I have a Mark Sloan x female

What if Mark Sloan had been dating Meredith’s older sister who is head of trauma. Y/n and Mark broke after the situation with his daughter and grandson.

After the night at Joes after the attendings had been celebrating Derek, Mark and y/n ends the night with sleeping together.

About 8 or 9 weeks y/n starts to feeling nauseous and tired. Callie starts to feel the same way as y/n, the two friends takes a pregnancy test and they both finds out that they are pregnant.

Callie had slept with a stranger from joes bar.

Y/n tells Mark that she is pregnant with his child and he wants them to get back together.

Maybe you can make it as two or three parts, something based on season 7 episode 9, 13 and 14

Mark Sloan- Try Again Pt1

It all started 9 weeks ago with one drunken night at Joe’s Bar. One night of weakness. I promised myself I wouldn’t run back to Mark, but I did. We broke up because I felt he needed to focus on his daughter and his unborn grandchild. I still love him, I think I always will. Maybe braking up was a mistake, but here we are. Now Callie and I are sat in my bedroom both with pregnancy tests in hand

“I’m scared” I reveal

“Me to. At least you’ll know who the dad is though”

“Why did we go to the bar that night?”

“Because we were celebrating Derek. The real question is why did we get so drunk?” Callie replies

“Cal, what are we going to do if they’re positive?”

“Well, you need to talk to Mark. But whatever you decide to do I’ll be by your side. If I’m pregnant I’ve already decided I’m going to keep them”

“I mean I have wanted to be a mom forever and I am getting older” just then the timer goes off. Both Callie and I take in a deep breath and look down at the tests in our hands. 2 pink lines. Pregnant. Tears immediately start to threaten to fall from my eyes, emotions are all over the place, scared, confused, excitement

“I’m pregnant” Callie says

“Me to”

“You ok?”

“I honestly don’t know how I feel. You?” I turn to face my best friend

“Same. Guess I gotta tell Arizona now”

“Fuck I gotta tell Mark” I groan placing my head in my hands

“You want me to come with you?”

“No” I shake my head “I gotta do this myself. I’ll call you later”

“Good luck” Callie says as I get up from the couch and leave my apartment, heading straight for my car and then Marks place.

I knock on the door waiting for what feels like ages until it finally opens up to a confused looking Mark

“YN? What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk. Can I come in?”

“Sure…” Mark opens up the door more so I can step into his place. Knowing where everything is I head straight to the kitchen to get out a bottle of beer for him and a glass of juice for myself

“Bit early to drink isn’t it”

“I think your gonna need it. Go sit” I follow Mark back into the living room and sit down next to him. It’s silent for a number of minutes until Mark finally says

“So you going to tell me why your here and trying to get me drunk while you sip on orange juice”

“Mark, I’m pregnant”

“Your… you… are you sure”

“Yeah. Took a test this morning. Plus no period, I’ve been feeling nauseous and tired. Boobs are aching and I swear they’re already a cup size bigger”

“But we used…”

“Are you sure we did because we were both pretty drunk. Look I think I want this, the baby. I’m getting older and I’ve wanted kids for a long time. If you want to be apart of their life I would love that, if not then that’s ok I under….”

“No I want to do this. I’ve missed the chance to be a dad before. I’m not doing that again. I want to be part of their life”

“Well ok then. I still need to book for a scan so I’ll Errm let you know” I stand up ready to leave

“Wait. Err I was just making some lunch, made to much for one… so if you’d like, you can stay for a bit” I give Mark a little smile and nod my head

“Ok. Yeah”

#mark sloan #mark sloan x reader #mark Sloan x yn #greys anatomy #greys anatomy imagine #mark sloan imagine

[ofstoriesandstardust]

if i knew it all then, would i do it again? (b.r.b.)

a/n: this is simply an AU that i've been toying around with for a few months. s/o to @struggling-with-delia for letting me write a whole literary analysis for so that i could get my thoughts straight about this. i don't know if i'll write more to this AU but i would love to hear everyone's thoughts :)

summary: What would have happened if Rebel had left the Navy after her accident?

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | same mistakes-verse

warnings: angst, swearing, alcohol, surprisingly no MavDad? Ice lives because this is an AU and what i say goes

word count: 3.9k

“they called me weak, like i’m not just somebody’s daughter” 

He hovers, listening in to a conversation he has no right to. It feels like an invasion of your privacy, listening in like this, in all the worst ways. How the hell is he ever supposed to build a friendship with you if he can’t even get himself to walk away?

“I can’t do this anymore Ice.” You say quietly, his ears straining to even hear the words. 

“Kid-” The admiral is confused, but hidden under his confusion is concern. You don’t give him a chance to give life to that concern, cutting him off. 

“I’m done, Ice. I’m out.”

-

The noise and laughter in the bar must be heard from miles away. The bar is buzzing with customers, all celebrating the miraculous survival of the pilots. Maverick’s planted at the bar, chatting with Penny, Ice keeping a firm hand on his friend’s back. 

The pilots in question have stationed themselves at the pool table, chatting and playing and enjoying the hell out of themselves. 

The drinks have been flowing, the conversation steady, and none of the Daggers can say they’ve felt this at ease in weeks. 

With a month of leave awaiting them, how could they feel any less?

“C’mon, man. Don’t tell me you’ve never heard the rumors about her.” Payback says with a nudge of Omaha’s shoulder. “She was legendary.” 

Omaha shakes his head, taking a sip from his beer bottle. “No, tell me.” 

“The story goes, that there was this incredible pilot, who accomplished the likes of Maverick, by the callsign of Rebel.” 

Coyote perks his head at Payback’s words. 

“But then one day, her and her wingman went down in a highly classified accident over some ocean the Navy wasn’t even supposed to be in. By some miracle, her and her wingman walked away safe and sound. But no one ever saw her again, after that day. No one knows where she is or if she’s dead or alive.”

“She just… disappeared.” Fanboy finished with a shrug of his shoulders. 

“I’ve never bought that story.” Phoenix says with a shake of her head as she passes the pool cue to Bob. “It’s gotta be bullshit.” 

“I’m with Phoenix. It’s not possible.” Halo pipes up from her seat.

Payback nods, mulling over their words. “That’s always the part that gets me. How does a pilot of that caliber and legend just disappear?” 

“Well, when your godfather is the Commander of the Pacific Fleet, pretty easily actually.”

All heads at the pool table turn to see a girl standing just over Fanboy and Payback’s shoulders. She’s adorned in jeans and a tight black top, a leather jacket covering her shoulders. The jacket has patches sewn into the material, not unlike something the group suspects Maverick wears around town on his bike. Her hands are shoved in her jacket, surveying the group. 

“Ain’t no fucking way.” Hangman mutters.

-

The table is silent for a minute before the mustached-man clears his throat. “Rebel.”

Your eyes flicker over to him, looking him up and down. 

“Rooster.” 

Your tone is cool, gaze already moving away from him. 

“There’s no way in hell.” The blond says, eyes swinging between you and your old friend. “No way.” 

Lieutenant Seresin. Callsign Hangman. He brought your Dad home.

Your brain catalogs the pilots as you look around, picking up on clues and pieces on who is who from the stories and profiles Mav and Ice have told you about. 

“She’s real?” One of them says, mouth gaping open. He turns to the taller pilot standing next to him. “Man, I thought that story was made up!” 

Lieutenant Garcia. Callsign Fanboy. 

“Guess not.” The other pilot mutters. 

Lieutenant Fitch. Callsign Payback. 

“I thought that was just a rumor.” Another pilot says, glancing at the female next to him. 

Lieutenant Floyd. Callsign Bob.

“Well, the rumor seems to know Bradshaw.” The girl says with a sharp tone, cutting Bradley with a look that would make even the strongest man whimper. 

Lieutenant Trace. Callsign Phoenix. 

Bradley doesn’t even spare her a glance, unable to tear his gaze away from you. 

“What’s your name?” Bob calls, standing up from his seat. He leans over the pool table, offering you his hand. You take it with a sigh, offering him a small smile as you introduce yourself. 

“Callsign Rebel.” Coyote mutters, finally meeting your gaze. 

“Now don’t tell me the two of you know each other.” Hangman says incredulously, placing his hands on his hips. You let out a little laugh, shaking your head as you let go of Bob’s hand. You step back, putting your hands back in your pockets. 

“Please, don’t call me that. That part of me is dead and long gone.” 

Hangman smacks Coyote’s shoulder, clearly looking for an answer. Coyote sighs. 

“I’m the other part of the legend, her wingman who went down with her that day. The story’s true, what happened. Even more true, that no one ever saw or heard from her again. Even me.” 

You swallow, shoulders heavy with the weight of it all. This is the closest you’d come to Navy personnel outside of your Dad and uncles in almost two years. 

Everything suddenly felt terrifying and too much all at once. 

“How you doing, Coyote?” 

He eyes you. “Been better.” 

You clear your throat, suddenly wishing you were back at the bar with Ice and your Dad. You desperately wished Slider’s plane had landed in time for him to have come over to the pool table with you. You wished you were at home, in bed and under the covers, away from the flashbacks and the reek of burning metal-

“I just wanted to-” You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head. “I just wanted to come meet the pilots that have captured my Dad’s attention so wholly.” 

“You knew Cyclone’s daughter?” Hangman demands, eyes swinging back to Coyote. 

You raise an eyebrow. “‘M wearing a leather jacket and you think I’m related to Cyclone? Try again.” 

“Pops doesn’t have a kid.” The blond says with disbelief. 

You nod. “He does. Just me though. You’re Lieutenant Seresin, right? You’re the reason my Dad is home. Thank you for that.” 

“You know who I am?” He asks, disbelief still coloring his tone. 

Of course, of course, you knew Jake. How could you not?

Lieutenant Seresin, who had an ego bigger than the Navy’s yearly budget. 

Hangman, who’d egged Rooster into nearly giving him a black eye. 

Jake, who’d brought them home. 

“Of course I do. I know who all are. My godfather didn’t take picking you all for this mission lightly, you know.” 

“Can’t believe you never said anything.” Coyote mutters. 

“Why?” You challenge, reaching your arms out to lean on the pool table. “You and I were never that particularly close. In fact, I distinctly remember you telling me to shut the fuck up on my first day.” 

Coyote lets out a breath through gritted teeth. “That’s not-”

“Fair? Yeah, neither was the way your old squadron treated me. Don’t talk to me about fair Machado.” You let out a breath, trying to calm your quickly rising anger. “I should get back to my Dad, make sure he’s not hiding any secret injuries. I just wanted to come meet you all, but maybe it would have been better if I hadn’t.” 

You turn, slipping into the crowd before one of the pilots can say another word to you.

-

“Are we gonna ever see your daughter again, Pops?” Hangman asks, toying with one of the model planes.

He lets out a little laugh, shaking his head. “She came and said hi the other night?” 

“Something like that.” Phoenix responds. 

“Did you know?” Bradley asks. “That she was Coyote’s wingman?” 

He sighs, sitting down on the couch in the hanger. “I did.” He says slowly. Coyote glances up at him. “But she wasn’t the one to tell me.” He rubs his hands together as he thinks over his words. “And she’s made it explicitly clear that her life and my career are to remain separate. And that includes any and all things to do with you kids. So to be honest with you Hangman, probably not.” 

“What happened?” Jake says, still fiddling with the toy. “Why did she just leave? Why’d she make the comment about your old squadron?” He asks, turning to Coyote as the last question leaves his mouth. 

Coyote scrunches his nose before tilting his head and looking at Hangman. “They weren’t very nice to her.” 

“Sounded like you weren’t very nice to her.” Payback says, rejoining the group with another round of beers from the kitchen. 

Coyote shrugs, remaining silent. 

“Coyote?” Bradley asks, curiosity coloring his tone. 

Coyote shakes his head, standing up from the arm of the chair he’d been sitting on next to Hangman. “I’ve regretted the way I treated her every day of my life. Can’t say the same about my old team.” 

“Javy-” Hangman calls as Coyote disappears out the door Payback had just come through.

-

“I would really like to talk to you at some point.” 

You jump up, spinning on your feet. “Jesus Christ.” You rush out, sinking on to your bed when you realize it’s just Coyote. “God, I thought you’d all still be in the hangar and I could sneak in here and get my house key. Uncle Slider has our spare.” 

“Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner? Jesus, how many Navy legends do you know?” 

You let out a laugh, shaking your head as you slip the key into your purse. “Not as many as you’re probably thinking.” 

It’s quiet for a moment. 

“You know, in another life we were probably really good friends.” 

“In another life, you probably got called back here for this mission with me.” He says quietly. 

“But I didn’t and we’re not.” You say, standing up from your bed. “I gotta go.” 

“Rebel-” 

“Don’t call me that.” You say firmly. “If you’ve got something you want to say, talk that shit out with a therapist. I’m not interested in listening to what you have to say.” 

Coyote stands there for a minute, stunned. 

The old you probably wouldn't have been so harsh. The old you probably would’ve begged for his apology. The old you would’ve given up everything to be his friend.

But you weren’t the old you anymore and you never would be again. 

You walk past him before pausing in your doorway, turning. “I heard what you said out there. How you regretted the way you treated me everyday of your life. And if that’s how you feel, you did a really shit job of showing it.” 

He huffs, eyebrows furrowed together. “Fuck, you want me to get down on my knees and grovel?” 

“Yeah, actually that’d be nice.” 

“Oh my God.” He groans, throwing his hands up in the air. “You’re fucking impossible. You sit here and say that I did a shit job of showing that I was sorry, but what the hell did you want me to do? You left.”

“You could’ve picked up the damn phone for starters. It’s not like you didn’t have my fucking phone number for Christ’s sake. You could have actually picked up the phone and said Hey, I’m sorry, how are you doing?”

He lets out a long breath, shaking his head. “You know what, you weren’t ready.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” 

“You weren’t ready. You weren’t cut out for it. You weren’t ever going to be cut out for this life if that’s all it takes to push you out of the Navy. Good riddance.” 

It’s silent for a moment as you stare him down, your chest suddenly falling rapidly as your anger wraps up into your chest, squeezing around your heart.

“How dare you.”

Your tone is deadly quiet, a tone you’d learned from Ice decades ago, gaze piercing as you watch Coyote flinch back. 

“How dare you.” You say a bit louder this time. “How dare you stand here and say I wasn’t cut out for it. You have no idea what hell the Navy put me through, what I have suffered at the hands of men like you, pilots whose egos are so big that they refuse to let a girl get in their way.” 

It seems like you can’t get enough breath in your lungs as you look at him, the anger overshadowing everything else. 

“I always, always thought better of you Coyote, even up until the very bitter end. But as it turns out, you’re just like them. That’s all you’ll ever be.” 

-

“Whoa, what did that waffle ever do to you?” Ice jokes at your angry stab of the bread, setting his plate down on the counter. “What’s going on, kid? Stop taking it out on your breakfast.” 

“Nothing.” You snap, stabbing at the food again. 

There’s a pause, before the anger that has been swirling in your chest since that day at the hangar pushes the words right out of you. 

“I just don’t get what he sees in those fucking pilots.” 

Despite the fact that you’d had rescheduled (rescheduled because last time Omaha’s car broke down and the time before that Fanboy had the flu and needed chicken noodle soup and the time before that Hangman wanted to go for a ride in the P-51) breakfast plans with your Dad before he had to go into work (because this was the only time he could fit you in), he’d canceled because Bob’s truck wasn’t starting and needed a ride to base. 

Ice sighs, leaning back in his chair. 

“How in the hell have they been here for five fucking minutes and I’m suddenly playing second fiddle? Oh, I know. It’s because Dad’s always loved to get his eyes and hands on a shiny new toy. He’s got his fancy new kids with their fancy new squadron and fancy new promotions. Who the hell needs a failure for a kid when you have twelve golden children?” 

The words taste bitter on your tongue, spitting them out faster than you can stop yourself. 

“Kid, they’ve been here for almost six months. The Dagger squadron isn’t going anywhere. Don’t you think it’s time to, you know, put all of this aside and at least try?” 

“No!” 

Ice sighs again, picking his fork back up. “I miss my goddaughter.” Ice mumbles and based on the subtle wince immediately following them, you suspect Ice hadn’t even meant to speak the words out loud. 

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” You demand, cocking your head. 

“It means that you haven’t been the same since you came home from the Green Vipers.” Ice snaps. “And sometimes I think it would’ve been better for everyone if I had just left you there.” 

You gape at your godfather, tears stinging at your eyes. “You would’ve left me there?” 

“Maybe it would’ve given you a chance to push yourself instead of taking the easy way out.” 

It’s quiet for a minute until you scoff, shaking your head. “I can not believe you’d leave me in a place where they actively tried to have me killed.” You say as Ice’s head flies up from his breakfast. You stand up from your seat, chair scraping across the floor, Ice rising with you. 

“You know, I’m sorry trying to deal with the aftermath of surviving such a traumatic event has been such a burden.” 

-

“Sir?

He groans, reaching up to rub his temple. His goddaughter’s words had left a bad taste in his mouth and the last thing he wanted to deal with was Maverick causing an incident. 

“What is it Jamie?” 

“This file was just dropped off by Captain Peters. You’re going to want to read it, sir.” 

He holds out his hand as his secretary walks into the room, holding the file stamped CLASSIFIED on the front. 

“It’s a harassment report and preliminary investigation from pilot Julie Connors, callsign Ruby.” 

He quirks an eyebrow, taking the file from Jamie. “This feels a little bit below my jurisdiction, Jamie. A harassment report should all be handled by the responding committee.” 

She nods, letting out a breath. “Yeah, Admiral Davis specifically requested that you read this.” 

“Why?” He asks, flipping through the file.

“Your goddaughter is named several times.” 

He freezes, looking back up at his secretary. 

“Sir, they’re investigating Thompson and the Green Vipers for harassment.” 

-

“-sir? Admiral Kazansky?” 

His ears are ringing as he storms into the classroom, everyone turning to face him. His hand lands on the back of Machado’s chair, dangerously close to his neck. 

“Admiral Simpson, I am very sorry to interrupt but there’s an urgent and pressing  matter regarding Lieutenant Commander Machado’s previous assignment that I must speak with him about. Might I borrow him?” 

It’s clear to everyone in the room that Ice isn’t really asking for permission.

“Uh…” Cyclone says, with a blink. “Sure.” 

His hand falls to the back of Coyote’s service khakis. His grip is tight as the kids tumbles with him, desperately trying to keep pace as they walk down the hallway towards his office. 

Once inside, Ice can only look at the kid, the anger rising in him faster than his ability to tamp it down and be professional. 

“You have one chance, Machado, to set the story straight. If you care at all about your career, you will tell me the truth about what they did to my goddaughter.” 

His voice is quiet, but no less deadly, allowing him to see the exact minute Coyote’s mask slips into place. 

The boy’s posture is stiff, unable to meet his eye. 

“I have no idea what you’re referring to, sir.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“So you have no idea what this harassment report from Lieutenant Connors is about?” 

“Not a clue, sir.” 

He lets out a fake laugh, picking the file up from his desk. “Well let’s see then.” He says, flipping through the file he’d spent all morning poring over, horror filling his gut at every word. 

And he had told her he would’ve left her in this place?

“Ah, yes, here it is. This is a direct quote from Lieutenant Connors: The Andrews twins always spoke proudly of their greatest accomplishment: successfully breaking the pilot known by the callsign Rebel by almost having her and her wingman killed. They forced her out by putting someone else’s life on the line. They got no greater joy out of life than reminiscing on what they had done. That doesn’t ring a bell at all, Lieutenant Commander?” 

Coyote swallows, shoulders stiffening as he talks. 

“With all due respect sir, if your goddaughter couldn’t hang, that’s not really my problem.”

-

There’s a knock on the front door as you rifle through the box, sorting through the old books. 

“It’s open.” You call, pulling the set of Harry Potter books out of the box. The front door opens and then shuts again, the visitor clearly entering the home. 

When had your Dad come into possession of the Harry Potter series?

“Hey.” 

You glance up at the voice, seeing Bradley standing there with his hands shoved in his jean pockets. You sigh, setting the box set down. 

You hadn’t spoken much to Bradley over the last few months, even as much as he’d become part of your family once more. You tolerated him for your Dad but you’d made it explicitly clear where the two of you stood. He’d always respected and maintained that distance, seemingly reciprocating the need for it. 

The two of you had somehow found yourself in no man’s land without ever really meaning to. No way forward, but no way back either. 

“Dad’s not here at the moment, got caught up with something at work. Kinda sounds like your squadron is falling apart.” 

He sighs, rocking back on his feet. “It is… which is why I’m here to talk to you. How’d you know about that?” 

You side-step his question, going back to shuffling papers in the box. “What do you have to talk to me about?” 

“Is it true?” 

You don’t meet his eyes, gaze firmly planted on the copy of Catch-22 in the box. 

“Is what true Bradshaw?” 

“Is what she is alleging in that report true? What they did?” 

“You’d have to ask Machado for the answer on that one, I’m afraid.”

“Is what she alleging they did to you true?” 

You give a half shrug. “So what if it is? Doesn’t change the fact that they won.” 

You hear him squat behind you. “It matters if you left them just for them to do the same thing to somebody else.” 

You huff, standing up from where you’re seated on the floor. You can hear Bradley stand as well behind you. You turn, heading for the kitchen when Bradley speaks again. 

“Ruby deserves better than that.” 

“I deserved better than that!” You shout, turning on your heels. Bradley doesn't flinch, remaining firm. 

It’s silent for a minute as Bradley just watches you. 

“Are you going to tell them? Tell Davis and the committee what they did?” 

You huff out a frustrated laugh. “No. Hell no.” 

“Ruby-”

“Don’t sit here and lecture me about fucking Ruby, Bradshaw. I know all about her.” 

He blinks. “You know Ruby?” 

You sigh, glancing away from him. “I got in a fight with Ice this morning about them, you know? Because he said he would’ve left me there had he known this was going to be how I came back. An hour later, Ruby’s calling me to tell me she’s filed a report and she’s named me to the committee. Ruby’s calling me to compare stories, to see if the ones they told about me were true.” 

You sigh, crossing your arms as tears sting your eyes. You blink them back, unwilling to let yourself cry over them. 

“Ruby is who I would’ve become if I had stayed. And that terrifies me.” You whisper. 

It’s silent for another minute as you continuously blink back the stinging tears. 

“Are you going to talk to the committee?” 

You shake your head. “Given what happened the last time I spoke to one of the Navy’s stupid investigation committees, absolutely not.” 

Bradley quirks an eyebrow. “What happened last time?” 

You shake your head. “Doesn’t matter. I told Ruby she never should’ve filed that report. The Navy’s never gonna fire them and all they’ll do is punish her for speaking up. I know that story all too well.” 

“Coyote’s fate rests on what you tell that committee.” Bradley says, stepping closer. 

“Oh fuck Machado.” 

“Listen-” 

“No, you listen, Bradshaw. I don’t give a shit about what happens to Coyote because he certainly didn’t give a shit about what happened to me.”

“The girl I knew would have stepped up for what was right.” 

“Yeah, and in another life, you and I probably fell in love and got married. In another life, I’m probably fucking best friends with Coyote and have a happy family with Dad and he probably fucking marries Penny, I don’t know. But this is real life. This is our reality. Where I was almost killed by a squadron who believed I was better off dead, where I had a wingman who agreed with them. Where you disappeared for two decades and blamed me for everything that was never my fault. Where I can’t stand to be in the same room as the people who raised me anymore because they refuse to understand the reality we are living in, where the Navy broke me.” 

You let out a bitter laugh, looking at Bradley as you think back over the past decade of your life. “This, this, is the reality we are living in. This isn’t the reality where we all got to become some big ol’ happy family and I’m not the girl you knew anymore. This is it. This is who I am. Wake up.”

-

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[loveronlineee]

First (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Y/N is surprised to find that the list of Eddie’s romantic endeavours is much shorter than she initially thought. So she decides to do something about it.

Y/N notes: none

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“You’re a virgin?!” Y/N sat up from where the two friends were lying in the grass.

“Y/N I’m called Eddie the freak. You think I’m getting laid?” Eddie chuckled, looking up at the clouds.

“I don’t know you just don’t give off virgin energy.” Y/N lay back down.

“That’s the best compliment I’ve ever received.” Y/N laughed at Eddie’s sarcasm.

“But really? No metalhead girl from out of town? No stranger in the broom closet of a house party?” Y/N asked, hands moving in the air as she talked. Eddie just grinned, keeping his eyes to the sky. His silence was enough to answer. “You’re telling me you haven’t corrupted at least one cheerleader or straight A good girl?” Y/N turned her head to look at him. Eddie chuckled.

“Nope.” Y/N just stared at him in disbelief. Eddie finally looked at her after getting no verbal response. He saw the shock still on her face. “I’m dead serious L/N!”

“But you act so… cool!” Y/N looked back up straight. She used her hands to talk again, helping her let out her confused frustration.

“You think I’m cool?”

“You have charisma and energy! No girl has ever even been a bit curious?”

“Well you’re asking a lot of curious questions right now.” That comment made Y/N stop for a moment. Eddie smiled. “What about you then? I’ve aired my dirty laundry, it’s your turn.”

“Okay okay fine.” Y/N breathed in then out and rested her hands on her stomach. “I’ve done seven minutes in heaven a bunch of times but I’ve only hooked up with Steve Harrington, and Chance and Andy from the basketball team, at different times of course-“

“TWO of the jocks AND Steve the hair Harrington?” Eddie questioned, head whipping over to her. “Y/N L/N you’re more of a player than I thought.” Y/N chuckled at Eddie’s enthusiasm.

“I want to make clear that all of them were single when it happened!” Y/N stated through a giggle. “So who have you kissed then?”

“No one! No one L/N! What are you not getting about weird loud nerd who’s been labeled a freak?” Eddie laughed. Y/N was still smiling but now she was shaking her head.

“I cannot believe this.” She said as she sat up. Eddie looked over to her, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Where you going?” He watched as she moved to sit on top of him, immediately making him loose his cool. “W-Wh- Y/N what are you-“

Y/N slowly closed the gap between their mouths. Eddie’s eyes widened before he remembered he should probably close them. He felt Y/N’s hand travel up his chest until she reached the top of his shirt. She grabbed it to pull him in closer before letting go and rolling off, leaving him wanting more.

“There you go Munson! You can check that off your list now.” Eddie laid there frozen, unable to speak. Y/N could see he was still in shock. “Y’know the good thing about kissing someone who’s never been kissed before, is that they have absolutely zero expectations for you. You were pretty good though. If I didn’t know any better Eddie, I’d say I didn’t just take your mouth virginity.”

“Oh gross. Don’t word it like that.” Y/N laughed.

“I just said it to weird you out.” Eddie just stared at her for a moment, still processing what just happened.

“W-Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to? And I was 95% sure you wanted to too. It went up to 100 the moment I sat on you.” Y/N grinned. They heard the school bell ring in the distance. “Ah shit I gotta go.”

She stood up and brushed herself off. “Guessing you’re skipping again?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Okay cool I’ll see ya later.” Y/N began walking away. She turned back around. “Hey if you’re lucky I might take your actual virginity one day.” She winked before disappearing into the distance. “Unless a lucky lady beats me to it!” She shouted back.

Eddie watched the spot she had disappeared to, long after she was out of view. His brain was still processing what had just happened. He gulped, feeling his face heat up.

He never knew a girl could make him such a mess so effortlessly.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Um Ror boys with Haganezuka reader(tanjiros sword smith) so very passionate and will attack if weapon is broken or lost( boys that actually use weapons so kojiro Poseidon Thor Lu Bu Loki that kinda jazz) don’t gotta do it just thought it’d be cute/funny

-When you were approached to supply weapons for Ragnarok, for both humans and gods, you were ready for the challenge.

-You had been working hard, honing your skills, training alone up on a mountain, training your body and your mind, training your focus to create the best weapons in Valhalla.

-The tournament was actually started much later, because you weren’t done with the weapons for the fighters, something you yelled at both Brunnhilde and Zeus for, that if they wanted the best fights, then the weapons needed to be the best.

-When you were finally done, you couldn’t help but smile brightly, beaming down at the four weapons you had been requested to make.

-You were so happy you had extra dango in celebration.

-You presented each of them with their weapons, going over the craftsmanship as they admired their weapons and only Kojiro actually listened to you, as he knew the art and time that went into making weapons, let alone intricate ones like theirs.

-Since you were finished, you chose to watch the fights, curious as to who was going to be fighting who and you wanted to see your weapons in action, little flowers surrounded you in glee at the thought of it.

-THESE BASTARDS BROKE YOUR BEAUTIFUL WEAPONS!!!!

-EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM!!!

-DEATH IS THEIR ONLY OPTION!!!

-Lu Bu- When he walked backstage he was not expecting to see you there, holding a knife in each hand, a dark aura surrounding you, “You bastard!! How dare you break my beautiful halberd?!” before you charged at him, intent on disemboweling him. Lu Bu dodged before running from you, as you were feral, your mask shedding your own tears as you chased him around the stadium, which was comical to see. Brunnhilde managed to pin you down with Goll, tickling you before throwing you into a room with wind chimes to calm you down before she handed Lu Bu a large plate of dango. You accepted, but you poked him in his shoulder rapidly, complaining that he was weak, that’s why your weapon broke and you nearly snapped when he asked you to make him a new one, “Yours was stronger than any other I’ve ever had.” His praise made you go silent as you ate your dango, turning away from him, silently happy about his praise, which he thought was amusing. You were a good person to know since your weapons were such high quality and so strong.

-Poseidon and Kojiro- The samurai was grinning at the god as they walked backstage together, Poseidon was annoyed that he lost, but he had to admit that the human he was facing against was at least strong and gave him a good challenge. Poseidon stopped walking first, something Kojiro noticed and turned back to him, going to inquire when he heard a throaty growl and the samurai turned, paling lightly as he saw you there, a knife in each hand, and a headband around your forehead, two more knives strapped to it, making you look like a demon, with a dark, angry aura surrounding you. Poseidon didn’t know fear until he was running from you with a human. Your roars of anger, wishing death on both of them, was heard all around the stadium, even as night fell, only getting short breaks when they found a temporary hiding space. The only reason you stopped is because Brunnhilde managed to tickle you before knocking you out for a nap, giving them a chance to find a good hiding spot so they could prepare an apology gift.

-Loki- Was pouting, annoyed that he broke his weapon, his chained sickles, as they were made so well, you did such a good job on them, but his opponent broke them with a suicide attack that broke his own weapon. Loki popped up behind Brunnhilde, scaring Goll but not Brunnhilde, “Hey~ Brunnhilde~ do you know where Y/N is? I want them to make me another set of sickles.” Goll was the one to speak up, holding out a letter, “Y/N left shortly after your match but asked me to give you this.” He looked excited, a bright grin on his face which quickly fell as he opened your letter, looking like it was written in blood, telling him to die and that you would never make a weapon for him again. Loki looked a bit terrified, his eyes little dots and his mouth an ‘X’ shape as he looked up at Brunnhilde as she patted her shoulder, “I’ll pray for you.” Darkness surrounded him as he realized how pissed you were at him, knowing how hard you worked. He would need to give you one hell of an apology present.

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Babysitter Part Two - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - fluff, swearing, cute

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Flashback on Babysitter part one

9:35pm sunday

“Yeah, right so i’m gonna go now.” I smile.

“Or maybe you don’t have too…” Matt trails off, i give him a confused look, but he walks up to me, and gets real close. “You should stay..” Matt breathes out, he got so close to where his lips were almost hovering over mine.

“I can..” I swallow harshly and nod. “I can stay..” I whisper.

“Good.” He mutters before he leans in and kisses me, it catches me by surprise but i immediately kiss back, my hands going around his neck as his go around my waist.

He hums into the kiss and bites my lip, making me let out a soft gasp and matt takes his chance in sticking his tongue in my mouth. I moan against his lips as he presses me against the counter.

“Daddy?” We pull away from the kiss to see flora.

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Matt clears his throat and moves his body away from me completely.

He flashes a smile towards Flora and starts to walk towards her, “What are you doing out of bed, sweet girl?”

I hear their chatter get quieter and quieter as they walk away and back to Floras bedroom.

I let out a breath, composing myself before taking this as a chance to leave, leaving the house without warning.

Matts POV

“We are just friends, Flora.” I sighed as i tucked my daughter back into bed, taking a seat on her soft comforter as i tried to convince her that me and her babysitter were not together.

“But friends don’t kiss, daddy!” Flora giggled.

I shook my head and chuckled, leaning down and kissing her forehead. “You need some rest, baby.” I said, getting up starting to walk out of her room.

“Daddy?” Flora calls out one more time, i mentally prepare myself for what she’s gotta say as i stand in her doorframe.

“Yes, Flora?”

“I like her too. So i think you and her should be not friends anymore, and be more than friends.” Flora said, her tone was serious enough for a five year old.

I nodded, “I’ll uh- think about it, Flor. Sweet dreams, my love.” I said, turning her light off and walking out of the room.

Smiling to myself as i walked down the stairs, it wasn’t supposed to mean a lot coming from a five year old who barely knows her left and right, but it felt like a lot, it felt good.

I rubbed my forehead as i made it downstairs, trying to think of what to say to Y/n when i got down but she wasn’t there anymore.

“Y/n?” I call out to the now empty kitchen.

No answer.

I sighed but shrugged. Whatever.

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Y/n POV

1:36pm

I took a deep breath as i got ready to knock on Matt’s front door.

He asked me to come babysit Ella today, i obviously agreed because i still need money.

I sighed,

knock

knock

knock

On the front door.

I heard shuffling inside before it opened, revealing Matt.

“Y/n!” Matt breathed out, “Hi.” He said.

I gave him a weird look, but with a smile I said, “Hey, where’s Flora?”

Matt looks down for a second, “About that..” He clears his throat.

I roll my eyes, “If Flora isn’t here, Matt, i am going to lo-”

“Just hear me out!” He interrupts, “I just wanna talk to you. Without interruptions.” He reasons, looking at me with pleading eyes.

I sigh and nod, giving in. “Okay,”

Matt smiles, “Okay.”

He then leads me to sit on his couch, him taking a seat next to me.

“I-”

“Do-”

We both start talking at the same time, we both let out a laugh before i shake my head, “Right, go first.”

Matt nods and swallows harshly, “I, like you a lot, Y/n. A-and i’ve only known you for about a month but i’m so serious i- i can’t stop thinking about you. You’re all i want. Tell me you feel the same way.”

“Matt-”

“Say it. Say you feel the same way like i know you do or you wouldn’t have kissed me back.” He says, looking at me.

“I feel the same way.” I whisper.

He nods, “I know.” He looks down at my lips quickly before pulling me into a kiss.

I sigh into the kiss, my hands going into his hair.

“Do you wanna be more than my babysitter?” He pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily.

I nod with a big smile on my face, “Of course.” I say before pulling him back into another kiss.

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Friends

Filip “Chibs” Telford x Reader - One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

Moved from @spacedbrainnn .

Little Clay.

That’s what they called you, Little Clay. You were the daughter of Teller and Morrow, Jax’s half sister who was untouchable. You were a princess, the pride and joy of Gemma and Clay, and everyone knew not to flirt with you, unless they planned to be intimidated.

And threatened.

That’s why you’d been talking to Chibs. Late night drinks here, a smile there, a wink thrown in the mix and you found yourself festering with feelings for the man twice your age.

But, you couldn’t care less.

You’d never talked about anything exclusive. There were never any lines drawn, anything. So when you saw him with a Crow Eater hanging around his hips, you couldn’t be jealous.

But, everyone else saw it plain as day.

“Oh come on, Clay Jr.” Tig was dancing on your last nerve while you were attempting to finish up an audit for the garage. You sat in Jax’s mechanic shirt while you wrote on a clipboard and typed on your calculator. “Give me one chance.”

“I’m not in the mood, Tiggy.”

“Why do you gotta give me such a hard time?”

“Because I’m a giver. It’s what I do.”

“But one chance. Let me take you out on the dance floor. We can even dance around the shop.”

“I’ve got two left feet.”

“Please—”

“Alexander Trager.” You spat the words colder than you intended and he feigned offense.

“What? Can’t stand to see Scottie have another woman—”

“What about Scottie?” The thick accent boomed throughout the garage as his boots preceded him. You looked up and tried not to show that your heart was pattering for him.

“Nothing. Just talking.” Tig smirked knowingly as he backed up and walked off, a toothpick in his lips as he exited. You looked down at your paper and tried to force yourself to get back to work.

“Lass? He givin’ ye a hard time?” His accent was undeniably bouncing around in your head while you tried to focus, unsuccessfully, due to his intense stare.

“No more than usual.” You replied to him as your pen marked against the paper, before you looked at the calculator.

“Ye sure?”

“I’m sure.” You didn’t give him that pretty smile you normally did. Hell, you didn’t even hardly look at him.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“Nothing.”

“Ye can’t lie ta me like that.”

“I’m not lying.”

It was becoming a war of who was more stubborn, who would outlast. He gave a sigh before you heard the flick of the lighter, then cigarette smoke filled the air and you felt the scent of tobacco wash over you.

“Ye can’t lie ta me.”

“I’m not lying, Chibs.”

That’s when he knew. He was always Filip to you. Always.

“Tell me what’s eatin’ that pretty li’l head up.”

Sighing, exasperated, you gave up. Dropping your pen down, you stared up at him as it clattered and rolled off the desk.

“What are we?”

“Whataya mean?”

“I mean, what the hell are we? You can’t tell me we’re just friends. You can’t tell me that we haven’t been shamelessly flirting, dancing around the idea that we’re not something. It doesn’t make any sense.”

Your eyes searched his dark ones as he sighed, before he took another drag of the cigarette.

“Lassie, ye’re…”

“Half your age. I know. I don’t care. What are we?”

“What do ye want us to be?”

“More than this. I want you to not have fucking women—”

You were cut off by his little smirk. “Is that what this is about? The women?”

“Shut up.”

His smirk widened before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m yers, sweetheart. I’m yers.”

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