#Price is probably in the restroom

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Ghost, very drunk and growling in frustration, eyes fixed on his glass: And I keep trying to tell Johnny I'm in love with him, but he's so damn dense and he never notices when I flirt with him.

Soap, equally drunk, oblivious and dumb: When did you meet someone else named Johnny???!!!

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #soap mactavish #ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #Gaz is recording them from across the table #Price is probably in the restroom

[sparklingblu]

Eroverse

Pt.3 - Alpha & Omega

Yeji x Male Reader (ft. Kazuha)

Good news. None.   

Bad news. Where do you even start?   

The worst would be the fact that you can't feel your body. Your eyes seem to be the only functioning organ. To add insult to injury, your whole body is bare, and your clothes are nowhere to be found. You curse yourself for not grabbing your clothes before you get teleported back from that boxing ring. No use regretting it now. Even if you manage to move your limbs somehow, you are trapped in a bar restroom butt naked. Can this day get even worse?   

To be honest, you expect yourself to develop some kind of resistance to all those headaches and pain after passing out four times in a day. Seems like there's no improvement. You can just hope no one comes knocking at the door. That leads you to wonder, how long have you been gone? The first time you encounter Rei or what seems to be Rei, it takes almost an hour. But at least she obeys every command you give so it isn't much of a struggle. The second time, however, you have to wrestle with Eunbi first before you finally tame her, as the quest had said. You are certain more than an hour has flown by.    

Your phone chimes with a notification nearby. No doubt from the 'Ero' app. You desperately want to check it but there's not much you can do when your body feels like a lump of clay. So, you continue doing what you initially were, staring at the ceiling. Funny enough, seeing the ceiling has become a kind of relief after losing and gaining consciousness multiple times. At least, it reminds you that you are alive.  

Once again, you can't help but think of all the unanswered questions that have piled up even more after your encounter with Eunbi. The voice that consistently keeps praising you after you complete a quest, the idols that you have met who are not actually idols. You are pretty sure about that now. Are they replicas? clones? Then what does that make you? A test subject for some crazy experiment that involve fucking idol clones? As usual, no answer.  

If you look at it from the bright side, ignoring all the pain and confusion, you have used two idols for your release already. Getting to fuck one idol should be considered universally lucky. But two? You had to save a nation in your past life for that. Whether they are real or not, they still look exactly the same so it doesn't really make a difference. However, the downside shouldn't be ignored either. If you try to complete one more quest, fuck one more idol, you might not wake up again. With each jump, your body seems to weaken. It starts with headaches and soreness and now you are paralyzed. Not really a price worth paying. You are not perverted enough to trade your life for sex.  

Actually, you might have passed that point already. If you inevitably have to die, you want to go out with honor. Not as a naked corpse in a restroom. "Oh, how did he die?" "I don't know, probably from jerking off naked in the toilet" Yep. Not a good idea.   

A few minutes pass and you start considering screaming for help. You have to sacrifice every bit of dignity you have but at least you won't die. Thankfully, it doesn't happen. Blood starts to flow again in your fingers and soon, you are well aware of the cold floor on your skin.   

You sit up groggily, propping yourself against the toilet for support. Taking a few deep breaths, you picked up the phone. The screen is full of cracks, it covers almost every part of the notification on your lock screen but without a doubt, it's from the 'Ero' app.   

"Congrats on completing your second quest. Please wait patiently for the next one"  

Typical. Just congratulations. Not to mention you nearly got killed. Thank you very much.   

Then your eyes move to the upper corner of the screen displaying the time, 8:48. You can't be sure, but you are certain no more than a few minutes have passed since you passed out. How is it possible? Even without the time you spent laying paralyzed, it takes at least an hour to do everything you have done with Eunbi. No wonder no one comes looking for you.   

Maybe time flows differently in whatever places you get teleported to. Another mystery. Your head starts throbbing, a sign of an oncoming headache. God, can that app let you off for once? There's a silver lining though. Your clothes lie in a pile in a corner. You have to shut your mouth before you start screaming with joy.   

After changing hastily and washing your face, you exit the room. Russell and the rest of the crew are still at their table, their voices getting louder by the second. The effects of all the drinks they had had are evident on their red puffy faces. They don't even seem to notice your absence except Russell, who raises his hand at the sight of you.  

"Man, you have been gone pretty long, you ok?" he asks.  

"Yeah, I'm fine.."  

"You sure? You look like you just woke up"  

He's not wrong but no use making him worried.  

"Trust me. I'm ok. Just a bit tired, i guess"  

"Have you been working late again?"  

Gosh, this guy cares about you more than your mom. You take this as your chance to get out of here.  

"Yeah, got some articles to finish. I have been procrastinating on this one I have to send tomorrow. Mind if I leave early? I need to sleep early"  

"Of course. Don't work too hard, huh? You still have to write a best-seller remember?"  

You simply smile and leave, grabbing your coat. The cold breeze offers you some comfort to the headache that's becoming unbearable. You just want to lay down on the spot and fall asleep. You walk back to your room, trying not to pass out on the way. The night is still young, and the sound of traffic and the chatter of people follows you everywhere. Ordinary people enjoying their lives unlike you, who have become a different person in just a day. You were a writer, not a good one but still an average Joe. Now, you fuck idols with the help of an app. Anyone who hear it will suggest you talk to a therapist, and you won't blame them.   

And what is it that makes the app choose you? You have no special abilities other than the fact that you can mimic animal sounds and that's not even a real talent. Perhaps luck has finally found its way to your ever unfortunate life. But can it be called luck with how you become a step closer to death with each quest you take on. 

You are so busy debating with yourself you are completely oblivious to your surroundings. If only you have turned your head to an alley across the street, you would have seen a dark figure with sparkling eyes that follow every one of your movements. A predator lurking in the shadows. 

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎  

A week has passed. The 'Ero' app is silent as ever. 

You find yourself expecting a message for another quest despite promising yourself you won't let your perversion lead you to your demise. You should really start thinking with your brain rather than your dick. 

Three days after your last quest, you even try to enter the 'Ero' app out of curiosity. The app closes automatically. After a few more tries, you give up out of disappointment and shame. Shame for trying to enter the app even after knowing the risks. Shame for being a hopeless pervert. 

You should just stick to jerking off to fancams and pictures, at least that way you won't be playing with your life or getting beat up by an idol. That's what you have been doing since you got smitten by those kpop girls but after the quests you have done, it becomes tedious. You will still pump a load or two after seeing Karina's tits or Sohee's ass but it's nothing compared to Rei's blowjob or Eunbi's titjob. You have become addicted.  

Ironically, you even find yourself dreaming of the darkness, the mahogany room and the boxing ring. This is what Eve might have felt when she's told not to eat the forbidden fruit, you think. Because forbidden things are the most tempting.  

You still write but no longer out of pleasure, just to survive. And that reminds you, you should stop eating take outs and cook something yourself for once. Your room was a mess but now it's a whole trash pile. Plastic boxes and cups from all the take outs you order lie in a mountain at the sink. The trash car comes, you are just too lazy to throw it out. And if you don't do something about that stack of papers on the table, it's gonna touch the ceiling soon.  

In short, you have become a mess. Every time your phone chimes, you would check it in a heartbeat, expecting a text from the 'Ero' app. But of course, it isn't. The app has gone ghost quiet. You are desperately seeking to complete just one more quest. One more idol to fuck. 

You rarely go outside and ignore all the messages your friends and colleagues sent you. There's only one message you want to receive which never comes. 

After a week of living like a vampire, a realization hits you. One so obvious you feel like an idiot not thinking about it sooner. All the problems you are facing are rooted from one single thing, the 'Ero' app. If you delete it, your suffering might end. You can even pretend everything that happened was a dream. 

So, you get out of the bed which you have been laying on for hours and grab your phone on the table. The sudden burst of light in the dark room as the screen opens leaves you seeing black spots. It is nighttime but you haven't opened your curtains in a while, so it doesn't really make a difference.  

You swipe till you land on the 'Ero' app. That little black heart icon. You press on it and the uninstall option pops off. 'Finally' you think. 'It's gonna be over. No more crazy stuffs' though a small voice somewhere in your mind keep insisting. 'But what of the pleasure that rivals no other? What of the idols you will meet?' 'Fuck this' you answer. It's true you are a pervert, but you are not hopeless. You won't die so that you can fuck some clone of an idol.  

Determined, you raise your thumb and nearly press on the uninstall button until-  

Your phone chimes. A notification on the top of the screen.  

"New quest ready, ready for your next adventure chosen one?" 

God damn it. Just when you are determined, this app has to come and ruin it. All the walls you have put up about not being a hopeless pervert crumbles in milliseconds. You want this after all. You don't want the app gone. You are just mas that it won't give you a quest. Now what you have been begging for a week is right in front of your eyes. You have to make a choice. Yes or No? 

This quest can be your last. A punishment for letting your dick makes your decisions. You can ignore it. Delete the app and go on with your life as normal. But will your life ever be normal after deleting the app? Who can say you won't be wondering what the third quest would be and which idol you would meet? And worst of all, you will become ordinary again without the app. No more magic portals to creepy rooms.  

You don't want to be ordinary. You have tried your best to become something others aren't all your life. Now, the chance has been presented to you. Your own personal paradise. All yours. No one else's.  

So, you tap on the message, opening the app to the loading screen with the black heart. Even the sight of it gets excitement creeping up your legs already. Then you close your eyes immediately before they get torched by that blinding flash. After waiting for a minute just to be safe, you open your eyes again. A text box sits in the center of the screen, instructions to your next quest. Except that you can't read them. 

The words are fuzzy and blurred. Some even completely redacted by black lines. It is as though someone has made them unreadable on purpose. What the hell is going on? 

This can be another challenge, a harder quest. Even more difficult than trying to defeat an idol who nearly crashes you to pulp. A higher risk of death. A tinge of regret starts to overwhelm you but it's too late. 

The all-familiar darkness envelopes you once again. Then comes the icy cold spike that tears through your organs. Your vision fades and you crumple like paper. 

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎  

Your old friend accompanies your wake. Of course, it's the headache. Fortunately, it isn't as strong as before or maybe you have just been out of touch you forget the pain. Nevertheless, you are alive.  

You don't get to celebrate much though because the sight that greets you when you open your eyes sucks the joy right out of your heart. It isn't the ceiling this time. At least seeing the ceiling would have been a comfort. What you see is anything but comforting. 

To start, you are not in a room like you were the last two quests. You are surrounded by marble columns that support the circular dome on top. A temple like those in Greek times. A huge part of the building has crumbled, giving you a clear view of what lies ahead.  

Your heart leaps. Before your eyes lies what you can only describe as an apocalyptic city. Actually, an apocalyptic Greek city. Smoke billows from several temples writhed in flames. Most of the bronze and marble statues lining the sandy paths are missing a body part, some have been completely destroyed. A colosseum crumbles to dust right in front of your eyes though you have no idea what a Roman structure is doing in a Greek city. It would have been a beautiful place if it's not for the fact that it looks like a war zone.  

The temple you are in is not holding out really well either. From time to time, debris would fall from the ceiling, and you can only hope the roof won't collapse on top of you. You try to move and that's when you realize you have been tied up. Looking down, you find yourself bound to a chair with metal chains, your hands at the back. Your legs are no exception either. They have been tied up as well. 

This quest is starting to look hopeless already. It would be so easy for someone to gut you right now and you can do nothing but watch. You could call out for help except that there isn't a living being in sight. Even if someone does come, you can't be certain if they are friends or foes. 

You remember the surge of strength that has come to you when you were at the brink of death. It would be really really helpful if you could get that kind of help right now. Though you doubt that kind of chance will be given twice. 

"Oh, he can't help you this time" As if reading your thoughts, a voice rings out behind a column.  

The owner of the voice emerges. A figure with fiery red hair wearing a top of matching color. The black jeans accentuate her slender legs. Her ruby red eyes fixed on you with a steely gaze. Yeji, the leader of Itzy. 

"Ehm....Yeji?" Obviously, the idol before you is not the real Yeji. But you ask anyway. 

"In a sense" She replies. "But that won't matter anymore after I kill you" 

Just wonderful. Another idol who wants you dead.  

"I gotta praise you though. You are pretty strong compared to those before you" 

"Others? What are you talking about?" 

"Oh, do you think you are the only one chosen by the app, chosen one?" She strains the last part just to sound sarcastic.  

"Look, I don't even understand what's happening much less answer your questions. I don't even know why you want to kill me" 

"Oh, you very much do" She snaps back. "Rei? Eunbi? The things you did to them. You are lucky I let you live this long" 

"I was just doing what the app told me to" 

"Oh, yes. That stupid 'Ero' app. You love it so much you walked right into my trap" 

The realization hits you like a bucket of cold water. The quest that arrives right when the app is nearly deleted. The distorted letters.  

"It's you" You say. "You are the one who set up this quest" 

"Correct" Her voice is dripping with glee. "Aren't I clever?" 

"Ok, Yeji....or whatever. If you let me go, I promise I won't-" 

"Oh, shut up. You will follow where your dick leads you" 

She's not wrong. Still, it sort of hurts. 

"There's nothing you will get out of killing me" You try the other route. 

"Oh, there's a lot I can get out of killing you" Yeji muses, walking closer. "And I will start by destroying the thing that have been distracting my kind" 

You don't know what she means but you don't need to wonder for long because with the flick of her wrist, your shorts come off. Look, you know some guys are really into the bondage stuff when the girl ties you up and all, but it isn't much fun when your partner is trying to kill you. But there's a bigger threat than getting killed right now. 

"Wait, you don't mean my-"  

"Dick? Yes. If it's gone, you can no longer bother us, right?" 

"You can't do that! It's illegal" 

"Look around you. You are no longer on earth" 

You are making empty threats, and you know it too well. But you don't want your bloodline to end with you. 

"Look, maybe we can make a deal or something" 

"Too late" Yeji unfolds her palm and a gladius, a roman sword, manifests out of thin air. She's definitely not human. 

You tilt your head in panic as the point hovers over your throat.  

"I should have just killed you but where's the fun in that?" 

Your breath hitches. You don't trust yourself to talk without blabbering out more pleas that will make Yeji even madder. And even worse, your dick is rock hard because of the adrenaline.  

"Bye bye" She raises the sword and brings it down on your springing mamba. You close your eyes. bracing yourself for the pain. But it never comes because a voice cuts through the tense atmosphere.  

"Wait!" Another female voice and running footsteps. You open your eyes. 

Behind Yeji is Kazuha, the japanese member of Le Sserafim. Her pink satin dresses look out of place among the ruins of the city, like a runaway bride.  

"Kazuha?" Yeji lowers the gladius. "Oh, let me guess. He sent you" 

"You need to stop this. Killing him won't stop our problems" 

"You don't know that for sure. One less candidate means less chance for the mark to emerge" 

"What mark?" instantly, you regret not keeping your mouth shut. They want to cut your dick off for christ's sake. 

"The mark of-" Kazuha starts to answer but Yeji cuts her off.  

"Shut up" Yeji snaps. "He's going to die anyway" 

"Stop this, Yeji. He's going to be so mad if he finds out" 

"So what? He has been a dick all those times. You still take orders from him?" 

"He can be crazy sometimes but it's our job to serve him" 

"Bullshit. You are just too scared to disobey" 

"Yeji, please" 

Kazuha's words have no effect. Yeji closes in on you again and raises her gladius. This time there's no escape for you.  

Then the strangest thing happens. A burst of energy erupts from your core, spreading to every cell in your body. All the fatigue and panic are gone. It's like being dipped in water when you are high. You feel pumped, ready to do anything. More specifically, ready to fuck anyone because the lust inside you has never been so strong. 

"It can't be..." Yeji backs away, dropping her gladius. Her face that of pure horror. 

You look down and nearly scream yourself. On your pelvis is an upside-down pentagram, like those used in cult rituals and its glowing red hot though you don't feel any pain. Further down is an even stranger sight. Your dick is literally glowing. Upon taking a closer look, you realize it’s surrounded by a golden aura like it's something powerful. All the chains binding you shatter to pieces, and you rise.  

"The mark" Kazuha mutters dreamily. "It's real" 

"No!" Yeji screams, falling down. "It's a myth. How could it be-" She picks up her gladius and instantly charges. You back away but there isn't a need. Because Yeji got thrown away as though hit by an invisible force. 

She crouches on the floor, panting. "This is madness" 

Kazuha just stands there frozen. Hey eyes fixed on your glowing cock. 

But you only have a single objective in your mind. Ruin Yeji. Use her. Punish her. She is nothing but an easy prey.  

"Stay away" Yeji shouts. In the end, the hunter has become the hunted. 

You close in, grabbing her wrists and pulling her up. Then you slam her onto a column. You don't intend to hurt her though. She's in for something much worse.  

"I will kill you" She mutters but the panic is clear as day in the way her words stutter. Grabbing her waist, you trace your lips across the pulsing veins of her neck all the way to her jaw. Then a bite on her earlobe. Yeji squirms. 

"Still want to kill me?" The question is left unanswered as Yeji's lips part to give way to your tongue, which invades into her oral opening. Yeji's pupils widen when her own tongue got tickled by the foreign one. Her screams come out muffled. Yeji tries to pull away but the grip of your lips on hers is stronger than ever.  

All the while, your hands make their way down to her waist belt, enjoying the feeling of her firm skin. Sliding down further, you slip into her jeans, squeezing that tone ass of hers.  

The writhing of her body is cut short when you slid a finger into her tight asshole, which makes her limp like a rug doll. At first, it's hard to move much with how hard her hole grips you but after a few pumps, it starts to oblige, allowing swifter movements.  

As you finger her asshole, you don't stop the mouth action either. You can no longer tell whose mouth is moister as your saliva got mixed from how long you have been tasting her. All that matters is you keep her mouth shut. The strands of red hair fall over, obscuring your vision partly but you press on, taking in her taste each and every second. Your dick is pressed flat against her tummy in this position and it's getting you even more riled up. You can take care of it later. 

With your unoccupied hand, you squeeze her soft cheeks, which fold like rubber under your touch. The pace of your finger that keeps fucking her asshole remains unwavering. In fact, its pounding her now the same way your cock would. At the same time, you are tongue fucking her. Both of her holes are stuffed and there's nothing she can do about it except produces more degraded sounds. 

Yeji's legs start to shake, inevitably nearing her peak whether she likes it or not. Saliva drips from the corner of her lips and a strand of the remnants connect your lips as your tongue exits her mouth. You are not letting her off. You just want to hear her moan. 

"I...will kill you..." Her voice comes out husky, so it sounds more like an empty promise than a threat. 

"Just shut up and cum bitch" Your thrusts become forceful. Perhaps you are hurting her but Yeji's moaning too much to care. Unable to resist the sight of her skin, you bite down on her neck, pitching up her voice.  

Finally, Yeji breaks. In a frenzy of pain and bliss, she lets out a carnal groan which rings out through the temple. Juice gush out from her pussy when your finger thrust in one last time. Each time her body convulses, she lets out a moan, each one louder than the last. She is still trembling nonstop even after you pull out, her jeans stained with her own bodily fluid. 

"Did you just come from getting your asshole fingered?" You ask. Yeji can only pant as she props against a column not to tremble from her legs that are on the verge of giving out. 

From the corner of your eyes, you can see Kazuha, her arms folded, watching the whole thing without a single word. She seems to be on your side for now. 

"Tired already?" You ask Yeji. "It's just starting" 

The mark on your pelvis glows brighter, the red rays casting a translucent glow on Yeji. With an iron grip on her shoulders, you turn her around, allowing you the view of her round ass in tight jeans. The stain on her crotch area makes the scene even more lewd. 

"Admit it, Yeji. All this time you have been a slut. My cock is all it takes to wipe that bitchy look off your face" Your cock presses against her clothed ass. 

"I swear I will kill-" 

You pull down her jeans just enough to expose her round butt, stealing the air right out of her lungs. Your palm connects with her supple flesh in a harsh spank, leaving a handprint in red. You deliver a strike for each word that leaves her mouth. It goes like this. 

"I-" 

Spank 

"will-" 

Spank 

"kill-" 

Spank 

"you-" 

The white canvas of her skin is now streaked with scarlet stripes. And you intend to keep it that way because the way her ass jiggle with each spank is too hypnotic to get tired of. The cherry on the top is how she keeps protesting even through the stinging pain. But you are gonna change it real soon. 

With one last strike, you pull back, admiring your handiwork on her ass, which is now the same fiery shade as her hair and tops. Yeji mutters another curse through shallow breath. This bitch is still as cocky as ever. 

Pulling her hair to tilt her head, you whisper into her ear. "Still resisitng, hmm? Should we move on to your next punishment?" Yeji's eyes blaze with fury. "Bastard"  

"So, we are doing it the rough way" You hold her throat in a tight grip with your other hand, restricting any more words from coming out of her vocal cords.  

You rest your rock hard cock between her cheeks, the glow it radiates merging with her reddened buttocks. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out now. And then I wanna know if you still want me dead"  

Yeji can do nothing as you enter her moist slit with one forceful thrust that ripples her cheeks. You don't know if she's a virgin or not but the way her walls hug you tight is giving you ideas. Nevertheless, you push on, breaking through the barriers of her fold with each thrust. It doesn't take much time for you to pound her freely with how wet she already is from earlier. 

Soon, you are hammering her cunt without a care in the world, solely focused on using her as your vessel for pleasure. You will take anything her body can offer and that will be her punishment, to become nothing but your cumdump. Resentment and triumph take over your movements and each thrust leaves her even more breathless despite being choked. 

You loosen your grip on her neck just enough for her to make audible sounds. "Still hate me?" You ask as you pull back all the way and thrust into her slit with all your force. She tenses, her back arched. She answers your question with animalistic sounds only a whore would make. 

"Hmm, you still got a lot to learn" You slip your hands under her top, reaching for her mounds. Yeji's tits aren't qualified to be called huge, but they are still big enough to fill your palm as you knead them. When you twirl her rosy nipples between your index and thumb, she mewls like an animal in heat which is only natural with the way she's getting bred. 

You slow down your thrusts, moving in and out slowly to enjoy the full feeling of her slick velvety walls that trace every inch you fill her up with. Somewhere far away, another building collapsed with a sickening crunching sound. A wave of hot air grazes your skin. But they can do nothing to disturb you from claiming Yeji's cunt thoroughly.  

Her walls start to contrast around you, the sign of an oncoming climax. You thrust with inhuman speed, empowered by the mark, as Yeji had called it. Jolts of energy course through your veins at every moment and you are surprised to find that you are not even sweating, much less tired. You can breed Yeji all day if she isn't already worn out and used up. 

Yeji's eyes roll up, her tongue hanging out in the perfect replication of the ahaego faces you see so often in certain animes. Another flood of her nectar pours out, coating your shaft. You keep fucking through her orgasm, chasing your own high. Yeji's body twists and bends but you keep her in position by wrapping your arms around her waist.  

The friction over her slick walls becomes unbearable and soon you are pumping jets after jets of your fertile seeds into her womb, all the way to the hilt. If Yeji sounds animalistic before, now she's no different from an animal. Guttural sounds betray her lips as she gets filled up to the depths she never knows existed before. When your orgasm subsides, she becomes motionless, her hoarse breaths the only sign of life. 

You pull out and cum drips out of her hole which is clenching onto air as if it needs something stuffed inside. Her punishment is a success. Yeji's got destroyed by the very thing that she wanted to destroy. As you stand there, grinning with victory, the adrenaline starts to drain out of your body. Your legs become sore, and the fucking headache is starting again. The mark on your pelvis dims and fades along with the glow of your spent rod.  

"We need to leave" You are so caught up in the joy of dominating Yeji, you forget Kazuha exists. She's still at her old spot, watching you with interest and a slither of worry. You quickly pull up your shorts though there's no point being shy now. She has seen everything. 

"Leave where?" You ask. "My quest is completed right? I will just pass out and go back" 

"It's not happening this time. He wants to meet you" 

"He?" 

"Look, we don't have much time. He will explain everything to you. I promise" 

"But-" 

The temple rumbles. More debris and dust fall from above.  

"Alright. Good idea" You and Kazuha make it outside just in time before the whole temple collapses. The sound of explosions and crumbling buildings ring out all around you. The air burns your lungs with each breath. 

"Ok, hold my hand" Kazuha says and you oblige. There's no point arguing when you are in the middle of an apocalypse. As Kazuha closes her eyes, a gleaming orb surrounds both of you and you spiral down into a tunnel of light. 

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

(Have been procrastinating on this. Anyway, enjoy~)

#kpop smut #male reader #girl group smut #itzy smut #yeji smut #kazuha smut #le sserafim smut

[whateveriwant]

The 141 helping you build IKEA furniture

Price

"I don't need instructions," he says, confidently tossing the assembly packet aside

…Only to realize not even ten minutes later that he does, in fact, need the instructions

If he isn't the poster boy for 'Dad that makes you hold the flashlight while he works' then I don't know what is

"Hand me the drill bit." … "No, the drill bit." … "That's a screw."

In the end, he builds it more or less entirely on his own (but he'll make sure to give you a firm pat on the back for all the hard work you did today, champ)

Ghost

Unlike Price Actually doesn't need instructions (but isn't afraid to refer to them if necessary)

Pretty much completely takes over the moment he walks in, relegating you to sit and watch quietly from the sidelines

Gets it done in like an hour and a half, maybe two hours tops, and it's immaculate. Truly showroom worthy

While he's here, do you have anything else that needs fixing? A leaky faucet? Maybe a loose floorboard?

You know what, he's just gonna have a look around and see what else needs tending to (What can I say? The man's good with his hands)

Gaz

Isn't who he'd call if he were in your shoes, but he's more than happy to lend a hand if you need

But he's not coming over just to help. No, he's making it a whole thing: ordering pizza, drinking beer, and jamming out to some tunes

He'd be the first to have you as an active participant rather than just sitting on the side handing him stuff

He might get frustrated once or twice during the build, but when he excuses himself to the restroom, he's definitely not covering up his screams with the tap running full blast, nuh-uh

When all's said and done, you're left with four extra screws and a couple washers, but hey, if it works, it works, right?

Soap

Is just as clueless as you are when it comes to this stuff

Probably spends the first 20-30 minutes searching up online tutorials, only to get sidetracked by the goofy names some of these products have

"Och, not a fartyg!" he guffaws, wiping a stray tear from his eye. "Sounds like Ghost's nickname after eatin' one too many beans on toast."

Cut to two hours later and you're both sitting on the ground, surrounded by loose pieces, scratching your heads like a couple of dumb monkeys

Ultimately, you'll end up having to call one of the other guys to come over and build the damn thing for you

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[kingkatsuki]

— when he catches you crying

Masterlist.

Warnings: none (although not proofread soz.)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.8k.

There were some days where being Dynamight’s secretary weren’t always perfect. Thousands of people online wished they could be where you are right now, a position that had you working closely with the number two hero, and of course you were thankful. But some days you just wished time would speed up and you could go home and climb into bed. Daydreaming about having some sort of time-changing quirk so you wouldn’t have to put up with those terrible work days, and instead speed through them.

Being the number two hero meant that he was constantly in demand. Whether it was companies trying to get ahold of him for collaborations, agencies hoping to get Dynamight to team up on missions, brand ambassadors trying to send him a slew of freebies from clothing to charcuterie boards or the media hoping to get the first scoop the phone was constantly ringing off the hook.

Luckily for you most of these calls were intercepted lower down, the Dynamight PR team were always quick to filter out the quality calls and give courteous, personalised responses each time. But that didn’t mean the ones that finally managed to reach your floor, his floor, were any kinder. Having a timed appointment call with the Pro didn’t actually mean you’d manage to get him on the line, as most people in the industry had now leaned Dynamight worked on his schedule, no one else’s. And most of the time callers were sympathetic to you, but not always.

You’d had to apologise to a brand for Dynamight being unavailable at the appointed time, a last minute meeting with Pro-Hero Hawks meant that he was now stuck inside his office for the foreseeable. Something that you knew irked Bakugou to no end, knowing he’d probably rather take this mundane call than spend more than five minutes alone with the feathered hero. But work was work, and while he was being supposedly tortured inside, you were now subject to a slew of insults on the phone with the head of the company.

Usually you’d just hang up at this point, the insults you faced not worth whatever price they were willing to pay for Dynamight’s face on their posters. But you were already having a bad day, and the words came hard and fast. No matter how polite you tried to be, they cut deep. Feeling your throat begin to tighten as pearly tears clung to your lash line, threatening to spill down your cheeks. You slammed the phone down in irritation as you pushed the chair back from your desk, leaving without another thought as you went to compose yourself in the bathroom.

It wasn’t long after that Bakugou stepped out of his office, noticing the disappointed look on Hawks face when he’d moved directly towards your desk to bid you a farewell (and probably flirt with you for the next fifteen minutes, Bakugou supposed), and noticed you were no longer there.

The phone sat ringing unanswered and you always told him when you were going on lunch or leaving the floor, even if it was just a sweet little email. Rolling his eyes at Hawks teasing when he noticed Bakugou’s expression diminish slightly too as he stepped into the elevator.

“That’s a shame, I was hoping to take her to lunch after our little meeting,” Hawks grinned, “Tell her I said goodbye, yeah?”

Fucking prick. Bakugou seethed as he went towards the end of the hall to ask one of your co-workers where you’d gone, hearing that you’d had a pretty shitty phone call and you’d made your way to the women’s bathrooms on the floor below.

Ignoring his schedule, he made his way towards the stairs. Retracing your footsteps as he found the door to the ladies restrooms and ignored the writing on the front as he shoved it open to step inside. Thankful that it seemed to be empty, aside from the muffled sobs coming from one of the stalls. A sound that seemingly quietened as the door opened, clearly trying to hide yourself away from anyone listening to you.

“Hey,” Bakugou knocked on the door lightly as he leaned against the door, his signature boots visible to you beneath as your eyes widened in surprise that your boss had found you like this, in the women’s bathroom no less.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” You sniffled, dabbing the paper tissue against your wet cheeks, “It’s the womens—”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know.” His voice came out rougher than he’d intended, the sound had fresh tears welling in your eyes as you thought you’d upset him even more by leaving your desk unmanned.

“I’ll be back up in a sec, I’m sorry for leaving the phone ringing I’ll—” Your throat was hoarse as you rambled your apologies to him, the guilt swirling in your abdomen as you tried to blink back the pearly wet tears.

“Stop it, that ain’t why I’m here.” He scoffed, “Just open the door.”

“I’ll just be a few minutes, I’ll see you back in the office.” You were certain you probably looked awful. Your mascara was definitely lined down your cheeks if the darkened tissue was anything to go by, and your eyes were surely red.

“Open the door, sweetheart.” He continued, “I just wanna make sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine.” You mumbled.

“Don’t lie to me,” He whispered, “I wanna know what’s got my secretary sobbin’ in the toilet before midday.”

“It’s nothing, honestly.” You didn’t even know how to tell him that a random stranger on the phone made you cry, especially when you should’ve been thicker skinned working below the number two.

“I could get forty grievances against me for this, you know. Dynamight in the fuckin’ ladies.” Bakugou smiled slightly as you couldn’t help but huff out a small laugh on the other side, “So I think you can tell me what’s wrong.”

You were silent inside the stall as Bakugou lay the side of his head against the door, trying to listen to you as he tried one final time to get you to come out.

“Was it me?” He mumbled, and you felt your stomach drop that he could even think it was something he’d done.

“No!” You retorted swiftly.

“So what was it?” He continued.

You weren’t even sure what to tell him, you’d cried over a stupid clothing brand, or whatever it was he was trying to sell. You should be stronger as Dynamight’s secretary, have thicker skin, not cry over any random stranger that’s mean to you on the phone.

“Come on, sweetheart. Please?” He murmured gruffly, “I know people think I’m a fuckin’ asshole but I ain’t about to leave without checkin’ on you. Let me see that you’re alright and I’ll leave you alone, yeah?”

You hated the way your body reacted to him, even like this he had your heart pounding against your ribcage as you sniffled, wiping your cheeks a final time as you moved to open the door.

Bakugou was leaning against the doorframe casually as worried crimson eyes looked down at you, his brows were still furrowed deeply as though he was irritated at you and this made fresh tears well in your eyes as you tried to look to the ground.

“‘m sorry.” Your bottom lip trembled as you felt the hot tears begin to stream down your face again, but what happened next shocked you even more.

“C’mere, shitty woman.” Bakugou’s forearm reached up to circle around your neck, bringing your entire frame against his as he pressed your face into his chest. The comforting touch had your tears freely flowing as you soaked the soft, probably expensive, fabric of his shirt. But he didn’t seem to care, his other hand still buried inside his pants pocket as he held you steady against him, eventually resting his chin on the top of your head as he let you cry.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He hummed, “Let it all out.”

Bakugou knew what it was like to cry alone, the isolation and the ache it caused as his chest heaved and throat tightened. The sheer number of times he’d wished someone was there for him, to pat his back and tell him it would be okay, and seeing the woman he was so desperately in love with the same way, hurt.

And you let yourself cry, the tears immediately soaking into him as the damp material of his shirt stuck to your cheeks, the scent of him comforting as you sniffed to try and inhale every part of it. Letting yourself melt into him as he swayed slightly while you cried into his chest in the bathroom.

Once the tears stopped falling you pulled back with bleary eyes, your head throbbing slightly from the length of time you’d been crying as he gave you a lazy, close lipped smile.

“There she is,” He murmured, resisting the urge to reach up with calloused thumbs and wipe the final few tears away, “Can’t believe you got me in the girls bathroom.”

You felt guilty at that, knowing that he was supposed to be taking a phonecall from Pro-Hero Deku right now before he went into his afternoon patrol.

“Take the rest of the day,” He cut you off before you’d even had a moment to utter your first objection, your mouth still agape as you readied to speak, “I ain’t taking no for an answer, grab your shit and get out.”

He sounded harsh, but you could hear the softness to his voice as he stepped away from you, grimacing when you noticed your makeup staining his shirt as he moved to leave the bathrooms.

“And you get me personally if that fucker ever calls back again, yeah?”

What he’d really wanted to say was, he’d take every single grievance he got for this just to make sure that you were okay, because you were more important than any of that.

“Thanks, Dynamight.” You mumbled, watching him leave the ladies restroom as you stepped towards the sinks to clean your face. Grimacing when you caught sight of just how awful you looked when you met your reflection in the mirror.

What you didn’t know was that same afternoon, Bakugou got a call from the same company that had berated you and made you cry. Leaning back in his chair as he listened to the man ramble on the phone about how excited they’d be to work with a Hero such as Dynamight, and the plans they had in mind. But Bakugou told them he’d never work for them, and he would ensure every hero in the top twenty would do the same. Because no amount of money was worth it after he’d seen you cry.

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[steviewashere]

If Found, Return to Me

Rating: General CW: Implied Sex (Mild), Mild Panic Attacks Tags: Post Canon, Post Season 4, Established Relationship, Humor and Hijinks, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, Steve Harrington is a Little Shit, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Panic Attacks, Dork Eddie Munson, Dork Steve Harrington, 3+1

Okay, the idea was going to be a 5+1, but I couldn't get past three ideas without feeling the crawl of burn-out, so I lowered it to three. But this is based on This Post from @apomaro-mellow

👕—————👕 1. He grips the hem of his shirt and tugs. Chin tucked into his neck so that he can read the text, which is bold and black and dark on the white background. ‘If found, return to Steve.’ Eddie groans. “Do we seriously have to wear these?” He whines.

Steve stands in front of him. Hands on his hips. One foot cocked. “Yes, Eddie,” he answers emphatically. Even a little annoyed. Which, sue Eddie for having to ask over and over, but it’s sort of embarrassing. Especially when his boyfriend is wearing a similar shirt that just reads: ‘I’m Steve’. Makes Eddie look sort of childish, if you were to ask him. “If I’m taking you out of town, to a place I’ve never been before for a convention—something I’d probably never even go to—you absolutely have to wear that shirt. Knowing you, you’ll see some action figure stand and I’ll be abandoned by the comic books.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Or, y’know, we can just link arms and walk around the convention center?” Steve only widens his eyes and raises an eyebrow. He groans again. “Okay, fine! We’ll wear these stupid t-shirts.” His head tilts back, eyes to the ceiling of their hotel. Huffs through his nose. “I don’t even know how you got these,” he grumbles, “I’d rather not know.”

Sure, Eddie’s prone to running off. He gets excited, okay? Especially when it’s something he knows a lot about, or something he’s been hunting down for literal years, or if it’s a thing he can surprise the people around him with. Thinking of the last time he wandered off and Steve had to practically scruff him, it’d been while he was purchasing a dice set for Dustin’s birthday. So maybe Steve has a point. And maybe it’s sort of a genius idea. Eddie just wants to be stubborn about this, it’d save him the humiliation.

Except, he’s still wearing the shirt (Steve in his matching one) when they finally get through the doors of the convention center. There’s people in costumes all around them: Spock and Kirk, Marty McFly, Indiana Jones, Predator, and a few kids with their dads all dressed like those ponies that Erica likes. Something in Eddie trills. And he’s already a few steps ahead of Steve before he knows it. Steve trails behind him, wonder and awe shining in his own eyes, trying to keep up with Eddie’s frantic nature.

But then they’re not even close to each other. They buy lunch a couple hours in. Steve gets a large lemonade and downs it like he’s never had something to drink before. And then Eddie’s being told, “Please wait here by the bathrooms. Don’t go do anything stupid.”

He’s leaning against the wall that reads: ‘Restrooms’. Arms intertwined over his chest. Legs crossed on one another. In the distance, his eyes lock onto a Dungeons & Dragons booth. There’s tall shelves stocked with every mini figure he could ever pray for. A few long tables that showcase various maps, dungeon master screens, and little trays for dice. However, there’s an odd rack in the booth. A hat stand. And on it, he spots the perfect thing for Steve. It’s probably expensive, Eddie debates with himself, but it’s Indiana Jones’ hat. His feet are moving before he registers the people walking past him.

And then he’s there. Holding a classic fedora hat between his hands. Turning it around in his hold. Thumbing at the material; marveling at how smooth and buttery soft the fabric is. He spots the price tag, ‘$8.00’. It’s not a terrible price. Isn’t damaged in any way. So he keeps it in his left hand, grabs a paladin mini figure in his right, and purchases both items. Bag in hand, he moves to leave the booth, but is stopped by a gentle hand tapping on his right shoulder.

He turns and is met with a girl. She’s level with his chest, eyes wide and calculating, hand retreating back to her side. “Hi—um—you don’t know me at all, but I found somebody named Steve looking for you,” she states, “I saw your shirt and figured you were the guy he was talking about.”

Eddie slumps. A part of him can’t believe the stupid shirt even worked. “Yeah, it’s probably me that he’s looking for,” he sighs. “Take me to him.”

She’s hard to follow in the crowd of people. Shorter than most and extremely quick. But she links his arm with hers and practically drags him back towards the bathrooms. And there he is, Steve Harrington with his hands on his hips, a furrow to his brow, mouth thin-lined. “Eddie,” Steve greets. He smiles, though it’s not all that sweet, but kind enough for this stranger that had to shepherd Eddie. The girl leaves them. And Steve steps closer to Eddie, crosses his arms over his chest, and then has the gall to snort. He raises a hand and plucks at Eddie’s t-shirt, directly on the word: ‘Found’. “Looks like my stupid t-shirt worked,” he snarks. The sass to this guy is unbelievable.

“Yeah, har har, laugh it up,” Eddie says dryly. “Maybe you don’t want the little gift I got for you.”

Steve perks up. Eyes glowing with curiosity. “What’d you get?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and smirks. Digs into his bag and flaunts the hat. “Saw it at a D&D booth, surprisingly. Probably would’ve been something we walked by, had I not…wandered.” He steps a little closer into Steve’s space, sets the hat on top of his head, and nods in approval. “Think that this purchase was a success. You look dashing, Mr. Jones.”

In a flurry of movement, Steve snatches the hat from off the top of his head. Gaping at it. “Eds,” he breathes, “this is so fucking cool.” He places it back where it was, pulling it tight to his hairline, and grins brightly. “Thank you, but also please don’t leave me alone here,” he says, “I got worried.”

“Sorry,” Eddie murmurs sheepishly. “Just thought about how excited you’d be about the hat and couldn’t resist. Won’t happen again, promise.”

Steve chuckles. “I know it will, but that’s what the stupid shirts are for. Anyway…Can we go look at the Lego set-up that we passed by in hall E? I think I saw a spaceship and—“

“Lead the way, Indy.” He might have to buy his own shirts with how Steve bounds away from him.

——— 2. “If…Lost?!” Eddie exclaims. “Steve, what the fuck? Why—How—Where the hell are you getting these t-shirts?” He asks. They’re at Steve’s house, getting ready for a day trip in Chicago. And, sure, Eddie’s never been in his life. Doesn’t know the streets of Chicago like the back of his hand. Maybe Steve does know more about where they’re going, but that doesn’t change just how ridiculous this shirt is. How it glares at him in the bathroom mirror.

Steve sidles up next to him. His t-shirt the same as the one from the convention. He wraps an arm around Eddie’s waist. Rests his head on his shoulder. “I have my ways,” he states ominously. “And, again, I know you. Your sense of direction is practically non-existent. You can’t deny that, baby. The only reason you found Skull Rock is because you stumbled upon it.”

“I was on the run, couldn’t exactly look at a map,” he grumbles. “But do we have to—“

“Yes,” Steve sighs. “Now, can you come out to the car with me? I’m ready to go.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but does as he’s asked. Sits in the passenger seat. Shuffles through the radio stations. Teases Steve for his taste in tapes. But then they’re parking, getting out, walking around the city.

He follows Steve…for a while. Into a record shop. In the back of a diner, playing footsie under the table. Then he goes down a side street. Following a guy in a white t-shirt, hair high on his head, Adidas sneakers on his feet. However, the guy turns slightly. And…that’s not Steve. Eddie’s not sure how long he’s been following this stranger, or when he started, or from where he started from. Tries to rake through his brain to the last time he heard Steve talk about the street they were originally on, but there’s nothing. The words and names escape him.

He’s stranded in a city he’s never been to. Down a street he should’ve never come across. Wearing the most humiliating t-shirt known to mankind. Somewhere, again he’s not sure, behind him Steve is probably standing by some shop entrance, hands on his hips and a scowl perfectly framed on his face. And Eddie can’t help but panic. Standing with his back against the nearest wall. Breathing through his mouth like he’s about to beef it on the sidewalk. Eyes darting over and under and left and right. Trying to find semblance of normal, any little speckle of Steve. Something.

It’s not until he’s nearly sick to his stomach, churning and flipping and knotting, that a different stranger makes their presence known. They gently invade his space. Voice soft as they notice his panic. “Hey man, are you Eddie?” They ask. He nods way too quick, but sidelines the blur to his vision because talking to this stranger seems hopeful. Especially since they know his name. “Okay, cool,” the stranger mutters, “I ran into your…friend. Steve was on the verge of a nervous breakdown when I spotted him, said he couldn’t find you, but didn’t know where to look. So I volunteered to find you. And—well—judging by your shirt, I can gladly and safely reunite you guys. If you…If you wanna follow me.”

“Please,” Eddie murmurs, “I don’t know where I am.”

The trip back to Steve is arduous. Through crowds of people and past noisy cars. Bustling shops and the waft of various seasonings from a number of restaurants. But sure enough, Steve is on some precipice. His hair a mess and face pinched nervously. Then, he spots Eddie. Eyes lighting, clearing and glistening. A look of ‘I want to touch, but know I can’t.’

When he sidles up next to Steve after the stranger leaves, he carefully joins their hands. “I followed a complete stranger for probably thirty minutes,” Eddie admits, whispering. “His hair looked similar. And he was also wearing a white t-shirt. I got so scared, Steve.”

“Well, at least our stupid shirts worked again, right?” Steve asks, breathless and still verging breakdown.

Eddie squeezes their hands. “Can we go home, please? This is gonna sound crazy, but I think I prefer middle of nowhere Hawkins. At least I know where everything is.”

Steve nods rapidly. “I need to touch you in ways I can’t right now. Let’s go.” And then he tugs their hands, pulling them along sidewalks and through groups of people, down a couple side streets. It’s partially worth it, in the end. Definitely with the way Eddie’s skin is now decorated with Steve’s love, sticky and warm with it, too.

——— 3. The shirts end up following them to the Indiana State Fair.

Steve stops them at the front entrance, right after the ticket booth, and makes Eddie face him. “Listen to me,” he murmurs, voice low and near demanding. “If I turn my back for a second and you are gone, I will lose my absolute shit. Got it? Do not make me have to keep a rope tied to your belt loop.”

Eddie groans. “I get it, Steve. Can we at least try and enjoy ourselves?”

And they do for the most part. Steve plays at a few game stalls. Eddie carries the prizes. Their legs interlock underneath a picnic table, sharing greasy funnel cake and way too sour lemonade freezes. They watch a few performers, pet some fair animals, judge prized pigs like they know what they’re doing.

But then the ferris wheel comes up and Eddie sees an opportunity already forming. Like dots connecting or the stars aligning. He wants to drag Steve through the line and sit with him in one of the seats, wait for the wheel to stop at just the right height, and kiss him as the lights dim low and the darkness of the sky envelops them. Though, because he always misses a few steps in his plans, he doesn’t tell Steve that they’re going to the ferris wheel. Just starts walking. Shoving past other couples and accidentally sidelining a couple kids. He sneaks around large families. Maybe bribes a few people to let up on the ride’s queue.

Then, Eddie turns to his left. Where Steve is.

Or…Where Steve should have been.

“Shit,” Eddie spits. “Steve?” He calls over his shoulder. Frantically, he whips around in line. Eyes wide over people’s heads. Shoving them out of the way, albeit a little rough. Spreads the line into two little rows. But he comes up unsuccessful.

Until, right on cue, a stranger is tapping on his shoulder. Instead of letting them go into their whole spiel, he just sighs defeated, “Take me to him.”

There are no words exchanged. Not when Eddie follows behind, head bowed to the ground, dragging his feet like a petulant child. And then he stops where he sees Steve’s shoes, the bright blue Adidas sneakers he’d recognize anywhere.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “Thought you were with me.”

Steve just sighs. Something kind of disappointed that shrivels Eddie slightly. “Where’d you even go?” Steve calmly asks.

Eddie finally looks to him, his eyes pleading. “The ferris wheel, but…But! In my defense, I thought you were with me. And I was going to get us a seat on the ride. Was gonna wait until it got up to the highest point and do something cheesy like kiss you…or blow you, whatever. But I—“

“Why didn’t you just ask me, Eds?” Steve laughs with his full body, deep from within his stomach. “We can do that, babe. All you gotta do is ask, y’know?”

“I didn’t think—“

“I know you didn’t,” Steve teases. “Seems like my stupid t-shirt idea worked again. That’s three times, you dork.” Eddie can only groan. He knows that he has a bad habit of wandering, doesn’t mean that the idea is any less annoying or dumb. “Come on, Eds. Stop throwing a fit. Let’s do your thing.”

“You sure?”

“Eddie, if you don’t kiss or blow me on that ferris wheel, I’m banning D&D at my place for a month. Let’s go.”

When they get off and start walking back to the car, Steve tugs on the back of Eddie’s jeans. He yelps, startled, but quickly shuts his mouth when he’s faced with a stern look. “You know what I just remembered?” Steve asks him. There’s mirth in his eyes. Eddie doesn’t trust this at all. “Earlier, when I was telling you about wandering, I mentioned maybe tethering you to a rope. I might have to do that. Since you can’t behave.”

Eddie heats from the inside out. A coil tightens in his stomach. “You couldn’t even if you tried,” he bites back.

Later, he finds out, Steve is exceptional with rope. What a fucking boy scout.

——— +1 The Mall of America didn’t earn its title for nothing. The place was huge, that much Eddie could discern. Which made perfect sense when buying the new and improved: ‘If found, return to…’ shirts. However, this time, it was Steve with ‘If Found’ t-shirt.

At first, Steve didn’t know how to feel about the new shirts. Simply because he didn’t seem to see a reason for why he’d get lost or wander or be found in any capacity. But given the surprise Eddie had for him, the reason definitely fit the bill.

What Steve didn’t know, that Eddie one hundred percent knew, was that a Lego store was opening up at the mall. Or, has been opened at the mall. It was the perfect time for a little road trip. A little Fall of 1992 trip to Minnesota. Driving by trees and such. Parking in the Mall of America’s lot. Figuring out what stores to hit first, what food they wanted to eat, where the bathrooms were located. Typical day out sort of things.

However, one moment Steve was with him and the next…Eddie was scouring the food court for his fiancé. Trying not to throw up the meager lunch he just had. Swallowing down panic after panic after panic that rose in his chest like tsunami waves. This place was too big for either of them to wander or get lost or have a mind of their own. Not with the way they impulsively purchases things, an awful habit they both exuded—today is the worst day to do just that.

Which leads him to tapping on the shoulder of a guy around his age. Who’s carrying two large yellow Lego bags. Just sitting back in one of the food court chairs, minding his own business. Until, he whips around to find Eddie startled and red faced. “Uh…Can I help you, man?” The stranger greets.

“Sorry, hi,” Eddie says. “I just—You look like somebody who can maybe help me. I’m looking for my…friend, his name is Steve. Uh—White, around my height, dirty blonde hair. He’s wearing a pair of near skin tight Levi jeans, light wash and a white t-shirt that matches mine. Except, his says ‘If found, return to Eddie’. I’m Eddie, by the way. Anyway—Uh, you probably just came from the Lego store, yeah?”

“Sure,” the guy says, completely unsure of this interaction. “Why do you need to know—“

“So you can like lead me there? I’ve never been there. And like he’s really obsessed with those damn sets and like that’s really cool or whatever, but I need to know where he is because we’re from out of town and I have no fucking clue what I’m doing in this mall or where to—“

“Alright, dude, calm down,” guy placates. “We’ll find your friend. Just…That store is pretty fucking busy. Really popular, you know? I’ll take you there, but with how panicked you are, it would be best if you waited by the entrance of the store. Is that…”

“That’s perfectly fine to me!” Eddie nearly shouts. 

He follows on this person’s heels. Bobbing and weaving through crowds of other over-consumers. Maybe shoving a few of them out of the way just so he can stay with that guy. But eventually, they make it to the outside of the rather precarious Lego store. Its yellow storefront nauseating to Eddie. Almost—Genuinely frustrating him beyond belief. And he sees Steve. Standing near the back of the store. Staring up at one of the shelves, but he lets the stranger he found grab Steve for him. Because no way in hell is Eddie going to survive being swallowed up by the awfully large crowd swamping the store.

Steve emerges from the crowd, a bit offended and a lot upended. But then has the gall to appear sheepish when he’s led directly to Eddie. With a nod and a tight smile, Eddie waves the stranger off. Almost wants to run back and get his name, send him a thank you card from the Hallmark store he saw on their way there.

He turns to face Steve, though. Leans them into the wall. “Jesus, Steve,” Eddie groans. “Is this what you put up with?”

“Is what—“

“The fucking panic? The—The whirling around and checking in the weird obscure places? Tapping on stranger’s shoulders only to see if they have a single goddamn idea where anything is…ever? Like—“ He sighs. “I thought that I’d never find you, Steve! You could’a at least told me you were going to go somewhere on your own. Maybe give me an idea of where you’re going?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Oh, so now that’s important to you?” He petulantly mutters. “Can’t go off and have fun without being pestered—“

“I’m not pestering, Steve!” Eddie grits. “I’m being concerned! I’m—You scared me,” he admits quietly. “And you ruined my surprise.”

“Ruined?” Steve echoes, confused. “What do you…oh. Oh. I—“ Then, Steve looks down to the floor. Eyes ashamed and arms tight to his body. “I didn’t…I was just excited, I’m sorry. The store was on the directory when we first came in and I like—“ He chuckles a little bit, loosening up. “—I fucking memorized where to go. What path to take. Because I just really wanted to look in there. They’ve got—Eddie, they have this one set in there, it’s a freaking spaceship and it’s called the…The Galactic Meditator or something? I can’t—That doesn’t matter,” he rambles. Takes a deep breath and pushes himself tighter into Eddie’s space. “I’m sorry, baby,” he murmurs, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Eddie gives a single nod. Closes his eyes and staves off the rest of his panic and anger. He’d be a hypocrite if he lashed out right now. He knows that. And, honestly, seeing Steve geek out about toys…of all things…is kind of endearing. Maybe even doing something for Eddie.

He puts on his best smile, something genuine and pulled from within him. “It’s alright,” he whispers. “I—I should’ve known that you were going to come over here.”

“I mean, you did a little bit, right? Had to find somebody that led you here?”

“You got me,” Eddie breathes. “Y’know all my tricks.”

Steve hums beside him. “I’m actually sorry, though, that I ruined the surprise you had in mind. This is a pretty cool thing.”

Eddie smirks. “Steve Harrington admitting to a geek thing being cool…When did the tables turn?” He teases. “Seems like God has heard my prayers,” he jests. With a quick sneaky look around, he grabs Steve’s hand. Squeezes firmly and exhales the last bit of his panicked nerves. “Does my fiancé want to…Oh, I don’t know…Get a Lego set?”

The hand in his tightens with a harsh, unbelieving amount of strength. He almost winces. “Really?” Steve asks, perking up. If he had a tail, it would most definitely be wagging. “Can we actually? I really want that one that I found in there, the uh…Galactic whatever it was called. I’m bad at the names, which is weird because I’ve been building these sets for a while, but I always seem to get the names wrong and I—“ Eddie interrupts with a squeeze to his hand again, a smile bright and plastered to his face. “Sorry,” Steve sheepishly says, “Let’s go in there. I can show you and maybe…you can get one of your own?”

“Lead the way, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs against Steve’s cheek, leaving a very chaste but all the same kiss there.

The panic was worth it in the end. Because watching Steve in his element, nerd-ing over toys and how to best put them together, really makes Eddie’s chest warm. In a way that tells him he’d put up with wandering all his life, if only to get Steve to smile the way he does when proudly displaying his new spaceship.

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[ladyelissarose]

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“Get on the ground you cunt!- I don’t care if you twisted your wrist that’s your problem later but your training comes first!!”

You winced in pain as your wrist madly throbbed, while you got down on all fours to bear crawl across the desert field with a rucksack holding 100lbs. The commander screaming at you was from a different base, but he had crashed here for the time being, and became your worst nightmare when he chose to train you during his stay.

Price agreed to it believing he was a good man, he had heard some good things about him, that he was very well disciplined and held high standards for everyone. So he thought that it would be good for you- not that you needed it, you were one of his best Sergeants, but an important mission was coming up, and he wanted you to be extra prepared.

But little did Price know, was that the commander was one of those men that hated women in the work field, believing they weren’t capable enough to lead such strong forces, he only saw them as cooks, cleaners, bedwarmers, and breeding machines. So when he saw you, a woman, holding a good rank and part of a good team, he made it his mission to break you to the point you got out.

But you were better than that, and it took very much to partially dent you, for under your soft smiles and gentle, kind acts towards others both great and small, a killing machine you were in disguise.

You held a grand amount of kills under your belt, and successful missions as well that you had led first hand. But your superior could care less, he hated your guts and wanted to be the one to take you down and hold all your titles in his hands.

For the past weeks no one had known what kind of hell he put you through, for he made you train in the hot sun, far away from base, and out on the field, saying he needed to toughen you up like a man- since you wanted to work in a place of a man.

Price would’ve been aware of your terrible treatment and absence as of lately, but that upcoming mission has him on loads of paperwork and preparation for his team.

That was until he was ready to gather his crew together to open up about the mission he had planned out once he got through with it.

The first he always sought out was you, as you were his youngest and most helpful in finding the rest for him. (Sometimes Ghost would lurk in the shadows and Soap and Gaz would hide off to play pranks on new recruits, and you happened to know every spot.)

Much to his dismay and after 3 hours of searching, he had finally found Ghost cleaning his weapons in the darkest corner of the barracks, Soap re-loading his bb gun like a desperate child as Gaz laid on his side with an agonizing face, holding his crotch- but.. he didn’t find you.

He let Ghost take place for the meanwhile to scold the boys as he insisted on finding you, maybe you were going through a rough time and didn’t want to show face, or were probably menstruating- he didn’t know, but either way he wanted to help where he could and pull you up and out.

He looked in every nook and cranny, corner and closet, even knocked on your door and entered politely, only to find it empty, also checked the showers and restrooms, walked backed into his office thinking he’d find you stealing from his stash of candy- yet no sight of you.

Lastly he stood outside, drained and concerned, with a hand on his hip as he let out a few puffs of air from his cigarette.

“Where are you bunny? Hmph..”

He cared for you deeply, and not being able to find you had his stomach churning with worry. He had started to panic a bit, worst thoughts of a kidnap situation or worse coming into his mind, but no.. that couldn’t happen, he had the best team that wouldn’t dare let a stranger lay a hand on you, they had their eye on you too-

So he needed to calm down and let his mind wander into purer thoughts, and think calmly.

“-urry up!! Move your ass you excuse of a soldier!!”

Price whipped his head towards the thundering voice of a commander, his mind snapping out of his thoughts as the voice he heard sounded awful- meaning degrading and overall dictating. He poked his head around and couldn’t find the source, until he heard a whimper,

“Ah! I can’t- Agh!!”

“THERE IT IS!!! You can’t do it!! Now how hard is it to admit it!?”

Price’s jaw just about dropped, his cigar following suit as it hit the ground it utter shock and disgust. Not disgusted by you, but by the commander that hovered over you with a finger in your teary and red face, and his foot over your wrist, pressing down on it. This- this is what infuriated Price.

“Oh shows over.”

Stomping angrily towards the commander Price didn’t let a second pass as he barked authoritatively,

“Commander, step away from the Sergeant now!!”

Jumping back like if he saw a ghost, the Commander stuttered as he saw the anger seeping out of Price’s ears,

“J-John-“

“It’s Captain to you- Sergeant, go. In my office.”

The tone Price used was deep and full of rage, his accent coming out thicker than ever. It shook you up a bit, but made you get on your feet in lightning speed, and run to his office without questions asked or daring to look back. You weren’t too sure exactly who he was angry at, but you hoped it wouldn’t be you as you were mentally distraught and exhausted- as well as physically drained and in pain.

“Now who the fuck do you think you are? Eh?”

Price was ready to rip a new one into this asshole, and more was coming as the commander scoffed, trying to play it off,

“Oh- come on. Just giving her extra training, can’t have a dainty woman on the field you know? At some point she will suffer.”

He had let out a dry chuckle, attempting to let his obnoxious behavior slide, but Price only growled,

“You’re not even half the soldier she is... The Sergeant is more of a man than you.”

The commander tsked in disbelief,

“You don’t mean that, we both know the Sergeant doesn’t belong here, she never will.”

Price would’ve killed the man instantly, choked him, stabbed, shot- just murder him for being so hateful and degrading.

But as a Captain, leading to be the best example for his team, he’d be the better man and person, to reply instead with a stern yet calm voice,

“You’ll be out of my face and off my base by the next hour, if not you’ll have Ghost leading you out and he isn’t nice. Don’t make me ask twice, it’s an order.”

Without sparing garbage another glance, Price turned around and spoke into his radio and informed Ghost,

“Ghost I have the commander that needs to be off my unit immediately. If he’s not gone in the next 20 minutes.. you have my permission to do as you please with him until he’s off of it. Am I clear?”

Ghost replied in an instant,

“Affirmative. I also found the Sergeant, though she said you ordered her to your office?”

Price nodded,

“I did, I found her out in the fields with the arsehole, so I sent her in. Deal with him before I do.”

“Will do Price. Don’t worry.”

Price was walking towards his office, trying to calm himself down so he could be present and calm for you, it was a tad hard to do as this piece of trash took it too far with you. Although it was the next sound he heard that turned his anger down completely and raised the new emotion- sympathy and guilt.

He could hear your soft sniffles and muffled groans from behind his office door, it made him upset with himself that he hadn’t found you sooner, or sought for you after your first absence or shift in behavior.

He’d do anything to take it all back, but now he must focus on the present, and help you out where you’d let him. He had to come to understand that you might reject his help after he let you be under the hands of such an evil dictator.

Upon opening the door your cries had stopped, and pleas came out instead as he made appearance in front of you,

“Captain please! I can explain-“

“Sit back down Sergeant.”

He didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh, but the pain in your face had him worried you were straining yourself more by standing up. But you had immediately listened to him, and took your seat with your head hung low, and your hand nursing your wrist, hiding the swelling and bruising.

Price could see how drenched you were in sweat, the bruising on your fingers and wrist, he couldn’t imagine what more damage was done to you on the inside.

Kneeling to the ground in front of you Price placed his hand on your knee, and began to speak kindly,

“You are kind, you are smart, and you’re a very very, beautiful and strong woman, dove-“

You frowned while the tears grew rapidly, refusing to look at him,

“No-“

He raised a finger against your lips as he refused to hear otherwise,

“Yes. Yes you are. A strong soldier as well, with impeccable service and talent to take on a mission and bring everyone home safe. You have a heart of gold, but with a mind of steel... and both are greatly admired by me. You know that?”

Tears finally streamed down your cheeks as you sniffled,

“But he-“

He grabbed onto your hands that were still clenched on your lap as he insisted,

“Who do you trust? Hm? His words or mine?”

Oh of course you trusted Price, he was your Captain and secretly you admired him, he was your greatest competition and everyday you worked hard to be like him, a fearless and mighty leader.

But the harsh words you’ve been hearing go on repeat like a broken record had your heart wanting to doubt it, so much of it almost had you believing it was true.

“I want to believe you Captain but-“

“But you will. Trust me darling. And forgive me for letting him be with you, I should’ve kept an eye on ya regardless... you’re my soldier.”

‘You’re my soldier.’

You could see deep regret in your Captain’s eyes, you knew this wasn’t his fault as he had thought the Commander was a better man, but now he knows the truth.

“I forgive you Captain... I do.”

A smile that crinkled his eyes showed on his face, sympathetically he squeezed your knee and placed a warm kiss on your forehead,

“Thank you darling.. now let me wrap your wrist up for you ok?”

Handing him your wrist carefully you trusted him,

“Please do, it really hurts.”

You let out a little whimper when he held it, it pinched his heart but it made him want to work on it quicker so the pain would go away sooner. He sighed as he started, after his kissed the darkest bruise on it,

“I know, what a bastard... he’s gone now by the way, he’s never coming back here- and if he does Ghost will take care of him ok?”

Relief washed over you at the thought of this man never being in your sights again.

“Oh! That’s good... that’s good.”

It didn’t take long before the Captain was done putting a special cream on it and wrapping it up tightly, smiling proud at his accomplishment.

“There ya go darling... it’s all wrapped up for ya.”

After expecting it you became satisfied with how the cream was beginning to numb the pain,

“Looks good as new Cap-“

“Ahh Sergeant don’t kid yourself-“

“No it is! It’s got the Captain’s touch to it.”

Price knew you were trying to make the two of you feel better, so he went along and pat your head gently,

“It sure does, no one can say they have it.”

Nodding along you smiled, happy you were in the safety and comfort of your Captain’s presence.

“Nope. No one can but me.”

Now you’re walking out of the office with Price by your side, his hand on your shoulder while he guided you to the debrief room. You felt invincible because you were protected by the best Captain and man you knew, no matter what happened and how long.. Price always came back around, he had your back.

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[gwiyeounsonyeon]

finally got re2! leon is adorable 🥰 hes such a puppy boy

didnt know he was a bottom until you came along, now all he can think about is you and your big dick

hes literally obsessed and when you're in the same room hes unable to keep his hands off you.

if you're bigger than him he LOVES being manhandled, it doesnt even have to be for sex. putting your hand on his back when you move around him or to lead him somewhere, moving him out of your way... your hands on him never fail to get him horny.

if you're smaller than him he loves the affect you have on him. cant get over how much power you have over him, yeah he could pick you up effortlessly but your puppy would fall to his knees with a single look.

he loves soft sex, absolutely dies for cuddle fucking. something about you holding him tightly to your chest as you fuck deep inside of him gets his brains all scrambled.

further more, if you come inside of him he is GONE. he will love you forever.

tell him how much you love him and how bad you wanna breed him while fucking him hard and deep, tell him how good you'll fill him up and how pretty hed look full of your kids and hes coming on the spot.

he just wants to feel loved and important 😖

FTM!LEON

if leon is ftm, he'll be suuuper nervous for your guy's first time together. undress him slowly and kiss over his body while telling him how much you love him and how handsome he looks.

his nipples are super sensitive, you could probably get him to come from just that.

if he has top surgery kiss his scars and tell him how much you love his hard chest.

if he hasnt had top surgery feel over his chest carefully and call them his pecs, act like hes just got really swol pecs and not only will it lighten his nerves but you'll get to see him blush all pretty and smile shyly

for ftm leon slow passionate sex is where its at, he likes to get rough here and there but he absolutely dies for soft and giggly.

CIS!LEON

for cis leon he needs it rough, slow deep thrusts get him aching for more.

he wants you to breed him, shoot your load deep inside him and send him to work with a plug keeping it all inside.

absolutely dies for public sex. take him on a bus and get him in a secluded corner just to get a little handsy.

get him all riled up at a restaurant and then leave him to walk out with an erection.

he comes super fast if you fuck him in public restrooms or at a park.

the first time you did it in the park all you did was brush up against him and he was coming in his pants.

definitely has a thing for both praise and degradation. call him your pretty boy and tell him how slutty he looks bouncing on your cock like that. fuck him so hard he turns into a babbling drooling mess and then call him a dumb whore.

he likes being feminized, wearing lingerie while you call him a dumb broad. he likes it when you feel up his leaking cock and call it his pretty clit.

SLOPPY SEX. use too much lube and talk to him about how wet his pussy is and how much of a whore he looks all spread out for you and dripping.

A/N- the price fic is still in the works, i just got super lazy and im trying to work myself up to it, i got a good chunk done i just need to finish the sex part and find out how to end it. 😘

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[elryuse]

DROWNING IN LUST

JOY X MALE READER

Tags : Blowjob, Throatfuck, Throatpie, Swimming pool, Lifeguard, Hardcore

You were currently enjoying your vacation here in Jeju. Being a hardworking college student definitely gives you some stress... Thankfully your friends are good enough to ask you out on a vacation for a week in Jeju.

At first you didn't really agree with them, mostly because you don't really have a lot of money in your bank account... Not to mention the pressure from all of the exams and tests that are coming closer. But.. Your friends didn't give up... And they definitely should be thanked, because if you never went out... You're probably gonna miss the greatest vacation in your whol life.

After arriving at Jeju, you and your friends immediately went to the hotel room before unpacking all of your bags and luggage. Your friends just couldn't wait to eat some of the local delicacies here in Jeju.. So without waiting.. You all immediately leave the hotel and search for a restaurant.

After looking around many places on Google Maps, You all finally picked one place. It was a traditional restaurant that serves 제주흑돼지 ( Jeju Pork ) and 해물탕 ( Spicy Seafood Hotpot ). Not to mention pairing those beautiful dishes with a few bottles of Soju. Definitely hit all of the good spots in your body.

After a few more bottles... All of you are basically tipsy and started chattering weird languages and words. Thankfully you all made it back to the hotel room. After taking a nice nap on the huge bed, it's easily one of the greatest naps you've ever felt in your life.

The next day arrived. You were currently having a bad hangover... But you could still do some basic things. After taking a cold shower and getting yourself done. You immediately went with the boys to the buffet. The food is not the greatest but it definitely filled your empty stomach.

After eating a ton of food starting from Savory dishes like American Food, Asian Food, Japanese food followed by some cakes, jelly and other desserts. You're basically done for the morning. After going back to your room... You immediately went back into the comfy bed, and immediately fell asleep.

"Oi... Oi... Y/n... Wake up... We're going to check the swimming pool... Are you in"?

"F-fuck... *yawn* What time is it...".

"It's 12pm bro... Come on... You're missing out on all of the fun".

"Okay okay... Hold on".

"Aight... Let's go guys".

In the end, you followed what your friends wanted. That is swimming in the hotel's pool. For a 3 Star hotel you were definitely expecting something way way more worse. But to your surprise... It is actually pretty decent. Some might say pretty good for the price.

Not to mention you could definitely see some beautiful girls swimming there. Heck even the lifeguards look sexy as hell. Shit... This is not good... I don't want to get a boner right now.. That will be bad... Fuck.

Shit where is everyone anyway.. Aghh.. Fuck... At this point... It's just me that's gonna swim.. Aghhh that motherfuckinh morons.....

"Are you lost kid"?

"O-oh... N-no... It's just that I'm supposed to be here with my friends.. But... I think they trolled me on this one".

"Awww that's so mean... ".

"It's okay... It always happens to me... *sigh* Do you know a place to get some drinks maybe".

"Ohhh boy you sure I do... You know what... Since all of your friends did such a mean thing to you.. How about I give you something cool"?

"R-really... You'll do that for me"?

"Why not... Let's go come with me".

"O-okay".

You don't really know if this is a good idea or not. But there's no denying that this woman is pretty as fuck. Her face and smile are so beautiful yet so mysterious. It made you really curious.. So you trusted her at least for now.

But for a surprise... You wouldn't ever think of being surprised in a changing room... Especially in the woman's restroom. But the more she took you deeper and deeper inside the restroom... You immediately know that shits about to go down.

After finding an empty small room... She immediately pinned you down... And started making out with your tongue.. Her warm and slippery tounge started touching your lips.. Before giving your mouth a warm welcome.

"Heheh.... I'm so fucking horny right now... Do you know how long I've waited for a nice looking man such as you to come"?

"R-really... You think I'm nice looking"??

"Mhmmm of course honey... You're my style... And I can't wait to finally fuck this body of yours hehe".

"Hmm... Ahhhh".

"Hehe don't worry... I'm good at this".

And just like that She started undressing her swimsuit, revealing her petite body. Her small waist and perky breast is definitely a worthy sight to see. She started smiling and giggling before doinh the same thing by undressing your swim trousers.

"Omo... What a big cock....".

"T-thankss".

She started gripping your cock, before pumping it up and down.... Her smooth hands easily glides through your stiff rod. The pressure of her stimulating grip started to make your cock harder and harder. To the point that you wanted to explode.

"Now now... Don't cum just yet... ".

"I-'mm trying my best.. ".

"Good boy".

After she released her grip from your cock. She immediately kneels down. She then put your cock in the entrance of her lips and started lickinh your cock. At first it was a subtle lick and kissing on your cock. But that soon turned the opposite direction.

She started sucking your cock. The way her tounge wrapped around your cock was truly magnificent. Not to mention her tight mouth sucking your cock up and down was very stimulating.

"S-shit... Your mouth is so tight Noona".

" *Gulp* *Gulp* Mmhmmm.... So big... ".

"If you keep this up... I might cum already... ".

"Mmhmm *Gulp* not yet... I want you to fuck my fucking throat... I want you to make it sore.... ".

"Fuckk.... ".

" *moan* Mhmmm.... *gulp*.

After hearing that... You immediately wrapped your hands around her neck and started thrusting deeper inside her throat.. At this point... Your cock has reached the deepest part of her mouth... Even though she started choking.. You didn't give a fuck... And started fuckinh her throat properly.

" *gulp* *gulp* Mhmm.. Mmm.. *pat your thighs*.. Mhmm".

"Shhhhh.... Be a good girl Noona... I'll fuck your throat just like what you wanted".

" *gulp* *gulp*... Mhmm... Mmm".

"Fuck... Fuck... I'm gonna cum.. Aghh I'm gonna cum deep inside your throat Noona... Take it all... Aghhh".

"MHMMMMMM..... *moan* ".

And just like that... You released all the cum that you have stored inside your balls. Releasing a ribbon of cum... At this point all she could do was drink and swallow all of your hot and warm cum. After you make sure that she's done swallowing all of that cum... You slowly release your cock ftom her mouth.

"Fuck... That was so Good Noona".

" *cough* *cough* G-glad... You liked it... ".

"I've never done something like that... It was amazing".

"Hehe... H-here... Take my phone number... I think I would want to fuck you again in the future... ".

"R-really".

"Mhmm... Of course baby... ".

In the end, you went back to your room. Before getting surprised by all of your friends who were actually planning to give you a birthday suprise. But you don't really give a damn. cause all you know.. You already received a better surprise. A surprise that will never be forgotten.

~ THE END ~

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[abyssruler]

teyvat academy

pairings: childe, kazuha, albedo, xiao, itto, scaramouche, zhongli x gn!reader

summary: they say high school is the most memorable point in a person’s life, you’re more than inclined to agree. or, genshin men as the different types of people you meet in high school! (all of them can be connected if you squint)

note: gender neutral but implied afab for itto’s part only, no pronouns, mentions of weed and smoking in kazuha’s part, scara’s part is def my favorite

CHILDE

Adrenaline junkie. Gets into fights almost everyday, to the point where everyone wonders how he hasn’t been expelled yet. His family is filthy rich and pays the school hush money disguised as donations.

Seeing him beating someone up is such a common occurrence that most students just walk by whenever it happens. Which is why he’s completely surprised to see you approach him after he lost a fight, sitting by the water fountain and sporting a busted lip and yellow bruises all over his face that’ll turn purple tomorrow.

Turns out it’s not because of some misplaced sympathy that made you approach him that day, you just wanted to ask him if he knows where your friend Yelan went after she beat him in a fight earlier. He tells you he doesn’t know but he heard her mutter something about going to the restroom to clean up the blood on her knuckles, so that’s a good place to start looking. You thank him for his help, eyes lingering on the injuries caused by your friend for a moment before taking your leave.

Maybe it’s guilt at how uncaring you must have seemed in the face of his injuries, at leaving so quickly without even asking him if he’s okay, but the next time you see him after another fight, you give him a box of bandaids with cute heart designs. It was the only box left in the store so you had no choice but to buy them, better something cutesy than nothing. You say it’s for the cuts in his face and split skin of his fingers.

When he opens the box and sees the heart designs, his face lights up like a christmas tree. He thanks you with a grin and says the bandaids remind him of the ones his younger sister always gives him.

The next time you see him is across the cafeteria, wearing the bandaid designed with hearts despite the teasings of his friends. When he catches you looking his way, he sends you a wink and gestures to the bandaid on his cheek before returning his attention to his friends. Yelan asks you what that was about, but you smile and tell her it’s nothing.

KAZUHA

The school’s local weed dealer. Completely unexpected given his friendly and calm demeanor, but in hindsight, that’s probably the reason why he’s never been caught. Word has it that if you’re willing to pay enough money, he can contact a few of his friends and get you some coke.

For some reason though, he never allows you to buy anything from him, nor does he let you take a whiff when he smokes.

You first meet him while walking through the back of one of your school’s buildings to avoid getting detention. It’s there that you see Kazuha leaning on the wall, roll in hand as he blew smoke into the air. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re both going to detention should you get caught, you for cutting classes and him for smoking something that’s probably weed, but you walk right up to him, plop yourself beside his legs, and ask him how shitty his day is for him to be smoking out in broad daylight. He laughed as a response, and the rest is history.

Not once in all your time as friends has he ever let you take a hit, even just for a brief moment. Going so far as to refuse even when you offered to pay double the price. His only explanation was that smoking is a bad habit you should never try. When you called him on his hypocrisy, he only smiled that familiar smile that somehow made him look like a gallant knight and told you he doesn’t want his friends to form an addiction.

Pointing out that his usual customers mostly consist of his friend group, he looks at you with something you can’t quite read. Amusement? Fondness? Or maybe he’s just high. When you ask him why he’d sell weed to Heizou and Yoimiya but not you, his only response was, “Because they aren’t you.”

The next time you meet up with your shared friends and recount the conversation you had with Kazuha, they laugh and clap you consolingly on the back, all while calling you oblivious.

ALBEDO

Top student. Completely effortless in getting the highest marks.

“Oh, the test? No, I didn’t study for it,” he tells you, and you think you finally have a companion in the ‘surely failing because they didn’t study team,’ but then the test results come out and he singlehandedly scores perfect marks.

He offers to tutor you when he sees you lamenting over your failed chemistry test. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to be taught by the smartest student in your school, so you immediately take him up on that offer. He’s surprisingly good at teaching, doesn’t use complex words and tries to dumb down an explanation without sounding condescending.

It shows in the form of your next test result, showing only two mistakes out of fifty items. In your excitement, you ask him what you can do in exchange for him teaching you. Surprisingly, he asks if he can sketch you. Seeing nothing wrong with the request, you readily agree.

He doesn’t let you see the sketch until after it’s done. It takes bugging him in the middle of class, sitting next to him at lunch, and a lot of canoodling on your part to let you take a peak at his drawing. Still, he remains stubborn, so you’re left to wait until he actually finishes it.

When he does show it to you, it’s during the end of class just as everyone’s leaving their seats after the bell rings. The sketch depicts you with the happiest grin you’ve ever seen on your face. You’ve never once thought of yourself as anything but average in terms of looks, but Albedo seems to have a way of making people more beautiful than they are.

When you say so to him, he blinks at you and says he didn’t modify any features on his sketch, he just drew you exactly how you look in his eyes.

XIAO

The one people think is a delinquent. His aloof nature and the perpetual frown on his face don’t exactly help with his reputation. He’s your classmate, but he always keeps to himself and rarely engages in class activities unless necessary.

Your teacher partners the two of you up for a class project. You notice him looking distinctly uncomfortable at having to work as pairs once the announcement was made, so once you’re able to, you propose the idea of working on your own respective parts and compiling your works at a later date because he seems to prefer working on his own.

To your surprise, he says no to your idea. He tells you it’d be more difficult to complete the project that way and that he doesn’t really mind working with you.

The deadline for it is two months away, but both of you agree on getting an early start. That’s how you find yourself sitting beside him in the library everyday after school, typing away on your laptop and taking notes on your notebook. He’s actually a great partner, always asks for your opinion and gently corrects you whenever you make a mistake.

It isn’t until you’re working late at the library and he returns with snacks and drinks—your favorite snacks and drinks that he sheepishly admits he remembered from a passing remark you made weeks ago—that you realize that Xiao isn’t the aloof person you initially thought he was. He can actually be very thoughtful, he just doesn’t get much chances to show it to others.

On one particular day, after you spent the day away in the library until the sun came down, he offers to walk you home. He then realizes how presumptuous that must have sounded and mutters a quick ‘never mind.’ But before he can leave, you tell him you won’t mind if he walks you home.

The walk home is quiet, but it’s a nice sort of quiet. Comfortable. The only incident that happened on the way was when you encountered a drunk man, and before he could make a step towards you, Xiao was already looking at him with a cool glare that managed to scare the drunkard off.

He offers to walk you home again the next day, and the day after that, and so on. Even after you’ve submitted your project, he continues to walk you home. One day, when you get the courage, you hope you can finally ask him out for coffee sometime.

ITTO

An actual delinquent. He and his gang can usually be found loitering the hallways or spending time in detention.

You once run into him and his gang when you were out of class for a restroom break, all of them crowding outside the entrance to the girl’s restroom. Apparently, Shinobu, their gang’s second in command, is on her period but they don’t know where to get any tampons and pads ‘cause she forgot to bring some with her. You offer to give her your spare.

Itto thanks you by buying you lunch, saying you saved the Arataki gang from total destruction because they would’ve never survived without Shinobu. You think he’s overreacting a bit, but free food’s free food.

You feel a little bad once you find out he spent all his money on the meal he bought you, so you offer to buy him something in return. He tells you he owes you for it, and the next day he’s right outside your classroom holding a plastic bag full of take-out. The next time you walk past him in the hallways, you give him a muffin from the box you just bought.

It becomes a routine, giving each other food whenever the two of you see each other. Sometimes, you even sneak into detention just to give him some sweets, and sometimes he disrupts your class by barging in just give you a candy bar. He always gets detention afterwards.

When you ask him why he keeps doing it, he said he likes the surprised smile that always brightens your face whenever he shows up at your classroom unannounced.

SCARAMOUCHE

The principal’s son. Incredibly spoiled and thinks he owns the place. Never gets in trouble because his mother’s the principal and everyone is too scared to report him.

Until you did.

You can still remember the shocked look on his face when he turned around after deliberately tripping poor Bennett and saw Miss Yae, your school’s guidance counselor, right behind him. You don’t know the exact details, but you heard he was sent to the principal’s office and given a severe lecture by his own mother. Word has it he came out the office looking like he was ready to murder something.

Somehow, he finds out that you’re the one who reported him. He instantly makes it his goal to make your life a living hell. Unfortunately for him, the faculty has been keeping a close eye on him so he can’t do anything too incriminating. From glares in the hallways to pretending not to see you as he ‘accidentally’ bumps into you on the bustling corridors and making you drop your stack of papers to the floor.

When your friends found out, they immediately urged you to report his behavior directly to the principal, so that’s what you did. You were on your way to the principal’s office when you hear a sniffle coming from the closed door of the nearby stairwell. Concerned, you open the door with the intention of comforting whoever might be crying behind it, only to come face to face with the surprised expression of Scaramouche.

He quickly wipes away his tears and fixes you with a glare that could have killed anyone on the spot. But the damage has been done and you’ve seen what you’ve seen, so his glare barely has any effect on you, not when his eyes are still red and there’s dried tear-tracks on his cheeks. You stare at each other for a few moments before you offer him your handkerchief and tell him you don’t know exactly why he’s crying but that it’ll get better. He tells you to get out but not before accepting the handkerchief you offered.

Needless to say, you don’t go to the principal’s office after.

He stops bothering you after that incident, but you once catch sight of him with his friends outside school. One of them starts talking about you, badmouthing you in front of him in an attempt to cater to the well-known fact that he hates your guts. He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before Scaramouche snarls at him to shut up.

The next time you pass him by the hallway, you give him a small smile. He hastily turns his head away, but not before you catch sight of the redness at the tips of his ears.

ZHONGLI

The handsome senior everyone’s developed a crush on at least once in their life.

The two of you didn’t exactly meet at school. It was back when you were still a freshman and Zhongli was a sophomore, though even then he was already popular. The coffee shop near your school was packed and the only seat left was the one in front of you, so naturally, that’s when he comes in asking if the seat’s free.

You were still relatively friendless back then, no familiar faces yet since it was only the beginning of the school year, so being approached by a popular sophomore felt like a dream to you. He was kind and patient, even going so far as to help you navigate through school during the first few weeks of adjustment.

You developed a silly crush on him during those weeks that only faded when you became closer to him and realized how much of that popular persona he had were just for show. You’d lost count of the amount of times you had to pay for both your meals just because he forgot his wallet at home, or how many times you almost fell asleep once he went off on a tangent about one such thing or another.

But even so, he’s one of the best friends you made in school.

You’re the one he goes to for help in choosing a university for college, and the two of you spend an entire night at your house brainstorming and writing down the pros and cons of each school. You have differing personalities and opinions, but by the end of it, you’re both satisfied with his decision regarding the school he chose.

And then you pass out on your couch after pulling that all-nighter. When you wake up, there’s lunch laid out on the dining table and a handwritten note from Zhongli.

To my beloved dearest friend, I hope you enjoy the meal and have a great day :)

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[sprout-fics]

Dearest Insubordinate

(TF141 & Reader / 'Maus')

Part of the Little Mouse series

Rating: Teen and up Word Count: 1.4k Tags: No romance, Found family, Team bonding, Dad! Price, Protective Price, Chasing your little sister down because her ass won't stay put in medical Warnings: Disappointed Dad Price A/N: A fun little behind the scenes with the team and Maus. No König

"Where the bloody hell is she?!" Price hisses, steps thundering down the corridor. Face drawn tight, posture coiled, he nearly pushes aside a private who barely manages to pin himself to the wall as the captain passes. Price's grumbling follows him in his shadow, late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows and casting his silhouette against the walls.

"Gaz." He barks into his radio, and the static crackles for a moment before the sergeant replies.

"Negative, sir. She's not in her room."

A moment, before another voice joins.

"Aye, copy. She's not at the training field."

Price curses, pausing long enough to draw his hat off his head and scratch at his hair with irritation.

"Roger." He grits into the comms. "Ghost, do we know what time she left medical?"

A longer pause, then a low voice, tinted with a Manchester accent.

"Around 0900, captain."

"Christ." Gaz swears. "That means she's been gone almost seven hours."

"She'll be gone longer if we don't bloody find her." Price growls, and sighs deeply, resisting the urge to reach for his cigar case. "How the hell do you lose a single sniper on a tiny base?"

Silence over the comms, and then, cheerfully, Soap supplies:

"You forget to cherish her, Sir."

Gaz doesn't shut off his radio in time to avoid broadcasting his snickering. Ghost is eerily silent, and for once doesn't bother trying to correct Soap's buffoonery.

"You'll cherish the toilet duty I give you if you keep that up, sergeant." Price sighs, but there's no true malice. Even so, the threat carries through, and Soap supplies a small, wry "Aye." and provides no further commentary.

Price drags a hand across his face tiredly. Briefly, he wonders if he might be getting too old for this, if getting exhausted chasing around one of his subordinates (insubordinates, more like) is a sign he should finally retire. He shakes his head, pushes the thought aside and turns back to the comms.

"Alright. Ghost and Soap, check the squaddies. She's hidden there before, she may have bribed them to cover for her. Gaz, the rec room. I'm checking the bloody supply closets again. RV at the armor in twenty, copy?"

There's a small chorus of copies, each man shuffling off to their respective reconnaissance.

It isn't long before three men stand outside the armory, shifting anxiously as their captain paces in front of them.

"She's not in her room. She's not in the mess or rec hall, she's not at the firing range. She's not in any of the fucking supply closets, bunking with the squaddies, and she's obviously not here, so where in God's name is she?" He mutters, arms crossed, face drawn into a scowl.

"She's overdue for pain meds." Ghost supplies, his own arms crossed, leaning on the shadowed wall of the armory. Face unreadable under the mask, his voice betrays his annoyance, head tilted as he regards Price. "She can't hold out forever. She'll come down eventually."

"Have we checked the women's restrooms, sir?" Gaz asks, shifting a little sheepishly.

"Be my guest, Garrick." Ghost shoots back, and if Price listens close enough he can almost hear the bemusement in his lieutenant’s words. "I'm sure that will go over well with the station chief."

"No, I had a one of the girls in the barracks check there and the showers." Soap grumbles, reaching to scratch at his mohawk. "She's not there."

"Then where the fuck is she?" Price hisses, momentarily losing his composure, before relaxing and dragging a hand over his face.

"Right. If we don't find her and drag her back to medical soon, I'll have to put out a bulletin for the entire base, probably hear it from the higher ups. So, unless any of you have any-"

"Sir." Ghost interjects, and Price wheels on him, a reprimand ready on his lips, but Ghost's eyes are wide, and the team watches as he raises a hand and points, far off into the distance. They all follow his gaze, and Price has to squint to see it- the small, person sized bundle atop the roof of the supply depot.

"Steamin' Jesus." Soap breathes, and there's a trace of laughter in his voice, of disbelief. "How the hell did she get up there?"

"Never underestimate a sniper." Gaz chuckles. He's the first to make for the building, the team quickly trailing behind.

If the corporal hears them coming, she doesn't say. Likely retreating within her modus operandi of maintaining silence, stillness, quiet as a church mouse as she nestles down within her would-be sniper nest. Even when Soap and Gaz bicker just below the roof about who's to go up, there's no motion or noise that wafts down from the rooftop.

Worry claws at Price's chest. His Rookie's wounds after the last mission hadn't been severe, requiring only stitches and a heavy dose of pain meds, but the effort of her clambering up to the precipice has him wondering about the state of her condition, if she managed to tear something in her fragile state.

Eventually, with a hoist from Ghost, it's Gaz who makes his way up onto the rooftop, his voice trailing down below as he pads over to the sniper, tucked into the blanket she pilfered from medical.

"Hey, doll." He murmurs, sweet and low. "You okay?"

A sleepy, albeit annoyed mutter, words Price can't make out. He watches Soap breathe a sigh of relief, feeling a similar reprieve wash over him. Annoyed was good. If she was fine enough to don her usual irritated demeanor at being chastised and coddled, then she was fine.

"Yeah, I know. Probably hurts more because you strained yourself climbing up here, dummy." Gaz supplies, voice teasing but affectionate. "Let's get you down and get you some pain meds so you can sleep proper, yeah?"

Again, a series of grumbles Price can't make out, ones that earn a small huff from his sergeant.

"Nope, not gonna do that. You're coming down." He tells her, and there's a rising note of protest as he gathers the sniper in his arms followed by some grunts and grumbles as he maneuvers her to the edge.

"I got her." Ghost offers, stepping forward and reaching his arms up as Kyle awkwardly tries to hand, rather than drop, the cocooned sniper into his hold. It takes a minute or two, and Price watches the exchange with crossed arms and a hard gaze, a scolding building on his tongue. It's only once the rookie is bundled like a squirmy, displeased cat into his lieutenant’s arms that he finally sighs, steps forward.

"The hell were you thinking?" He gruffs, and from under the blanket he can make out a pair of eyes staring up at him, glassy with fatigue, brow scrunched in dismay. "Christ, you could have torn your stitches. Do you have any idea how long we were looking for you?"

The corporal withers in Ghost's arms, offering not so much as a reply, face pinched in shame.

"How many times do we need to do this? You need to stay put in medical until you are healed. Do you understand?"

A shifting, trying to make herself seem smaller, the reprimand clearly working its way into her.

"...Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir." His corporal finally offers timidly, eyes averting, guilt coloring her gaze.

Price softens.

"Hand her here." He softly tells Ghost, who is slow to relent, but offers the sniper to his captain with delicate, open arms. She grumbles as she's handed over, trying to twist free, but Gaz's attempts at bundling her were rather successful, constraining her as you would a naughty kitten.

"Nope, you're going back to the medical tent." Price announces, turning swiftly on his heel. There's a pause before three pairs of footsteps begin to follow him. "You are going to eat, take your pain meds, and then you are going to sleep. In a bed."

That seems to do it, because the sniper in his arms finally relents, body going limp in surrender. With a sigh, she tucks her head against his chest, eyes fluttering shut, too exhausted to try and fight off her teammates concern, or the temptation of sleep.

It makes something inside Price's chest thaw, the sight of the younger soldier pliant and embraced in his arms, capitulating with complete and utter trust to the men around her. Warmth stirs brightly inside him, annoyance fading, replaced with a small, begrudging fondness as she drifts further off to sleep.

"Good night, Rookie."

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Chin Up

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language

0.8k words

Author's Note: Big thanks to @misshall14 for the idea!

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

At the pub, you’d refused to go speak to Roy, despite Leanne’s nudging. Nope, not in front of the older teachers. You didn’t need to make this a bigger deal than it was. Roy was being nice, maybe a bit cheeky. He seemed to understand that teaching could be a headache- a wonderful headache that you loved, but a headache, nonetheless. He was just being nice.

Your weekend was spent trying to think of what to say to him during drop-off on Monday. Something polite, kind, without allowing him the opportunity to flirt. You’d never met a more dangerous, charming man, and you needed to prepare yourself for his leather jacket and smiles.

As you greeted parents and children, you were still pondering what you wanted to say to him. But all thoughts of Roy Kent flew out of your head when Jack Price’s mum nearly ran you down, red in the face and dragging her child behind her.

On Friday, you’d made him wait to use the loo until another classmate returned, since you only allowed one student at a time to go. And students knew from day one that if it was an emergency, they didn’t have to wait. It wasn’t even your rule; it was something all the teachers agreed to due to too many instances of playing around in the restrooms. This rule was probably as old as Jack, who had been fine with waiting. It wasn’t news to his mum.

And yet there she was, scolding you in a loud voice for daring to make her child wait like some prisoner, threatening to go to the headmistress for the sadistic way you ran your classroom. While you kept your poise and calmly informed her to please email you to set up a meeting to discuss things at a more appropriate time, you knew everyone could see your burning red face and the tremble she left you with.

Everyone including Roy Kent.

He quickly sent Phoebe off to play before approaching you. “Alright?” His voice was almost as full of concern as his eyes.

You nodded, blinking rapidly to hold back the stupid tears that had formed. “Oh, that was nothing,” you assured him with a dry chuckle. “You get used to it. Parents are worse than the kids.”

“Hmmph.” He was studying you carefully, as if you were going to shatter at any moment.

“I, um, should go chat with the headmistress,” you mumbled, fiddling with your keys. “Let her know what happened.” Your smile was tighter than the feeling in your chest. “See you later, Coach.”

He nodded, no smiles this morning. “Hope your day gets better.” With a small salute, he was gone.

You sighed and headed towards the office. Hope your day gets better. Well, it certainly couldn’t get worse.

~

“Can we come in?”

You looked up from your desk. There was Roy Kent, holding a small brown bag in his hand, Phoebe right behind him clutching her backpack. It was dismissal, and the headmistress had decided to cover for you so you wouldn’t have to see Mrs. Price so soon, which you were grateful for.

You put on your teacher smile, the one that didn’t quite reach your eyes, and nodded. “Sure.” You stood and met them in the middle of the classroom. “Long time no see, Pheebs,” you joked, earning a smile from your student. Reluctantly, you turned your attention to her uncle. “Need something?”

Roy held out the paper bag, which you took with a confused frown. “Just… this morning fucking sucked.” He reached into his pocket and took out a pound note, shoving it into Phoebe’s outstretched hand. “Dunno what happened, but you didn’t deserve that.” He nodded to Phoebe. “Cover your ears.” After she’d done so, he continued. “Jack’s mum fucking sucks. Always throwing a fit over nothing. Don’t let her get to you. Promise me.”

Your smile became real when you saw the earnestness in his brown eyes. “Promise.” You opened the bag; inside was a giant chocolate croissant from that café you loved. Your usual. “Are you this kind to all of Phoebe’s teachers?”

He paused, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. “I am… kind to the people I want to be kind to.”

Fucking Roy Kent. Charming and mysterious.

“Well, thank you,” you managed. “Appreciate it.”

He wrapped his arm around Phoebe’s shoulders; you chuckled when you realized she was still covering her ears. “Right. Well, we better go get this one’s homework started.” He gave you one last nod. “Chin up, alright?”

“Bye, Coach. Bye Pheebs.”

As the two walked out of your classroom, you turned to go back to your desk. With your back to him, you didn’t see the way Roy glanced over his shoulder to take one last look at you, a wistful smile on his bearded face.

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[narcissosbythepool]

More of pricegaz Rosie AU, in which Gaz and Price have a baby together. This fic is a companion piece to this wonderful art by Rowan. Price finally gets to meet newborn baby Rosanna !

Tags: established pricegaz, trans pregnancy (Gaz), mentioned c-section, extremely schmoopy parental feelings

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John has been in scary situations before – life-threatening ones, truly abhorrent, desperate places. 

Nothing so far has prepared him for 6 missed calls from Dorothy.

The moment they’re allowed to make contact with the outside world again, he dials her back immediately, praying the entire time that the dread turning his guts upside down is unwarranted.

“Please, please, please,” he mumbles into the receiver, until the call finally connects.

“John?”

“Is he alright?” are the first words out of his mouth. “Kyle, is he alright?” He sounds frantic even to his own ears.

“More or less,” Dotty says, and she sounds calm enough that John can at least catch his breath a little. “He called me over when he suddenly had strange pain, and we’re at the hospital now.”

Well, there goes his composure.

“And?”

“They’re prepping for an emergency c-section,” Dorothy says. “There is a chance that the baby’s going to end up entangled with the umbilical cord, and she’s a breech too, so we decided that it’s safest to cut her out now.”

John wonders if he’s going to black out. It feels like it.

“Alright,” he manages. “Are you with him?”

“Yeah, he’s here. I’ll give the phone to him.” She pauses. “He’s on some pretty strong painkillers already, though, so he’s a little loopy.”

“Thank you, Dorothy.”

There’s a rustling sound as Dorothy hands the phone to Kyle.

“Sweetheart?” John calls for his love and Kyle chuckles back – the sound is enough to soothe his wildly galloping heartbeat.

“It’s cute when you call me that,” Kyle tells him. The corner of John’s mouth lifts a little.

“You broken?”

“Nah,” Kyle replies. “Not really.”

“You alright then?”

“If an emergency surgery is alright, I guess.” There is a pause, and when Kyle continues he sounds a little slurred: “I wish you were here.”

“I know,” John says, “and I’m sorry. I’ll come as fast as I can, okay? I’ll make Nik break traffic laws.”

“Oh, he’ll like that,” Kyle chuckles again. “Crazy, huh? The baby coming out.”

“That’s one word for it.” John rubs a hand over his eyes. “Dotty is with you, alright? And when you wake up, I’ll be there. You’ll be…” He swallows. “You’ll be fine.”

“Mmh. You better be here then. I’ll kidnap the baby and disappear if you’re not.”

“Ah, threatening me already. I’ll do my best, but you’ll have to blame Nik if I’m late.”

“I’ll shave his head,” Kyle mumbles back and John finally cracks up.

“I’ll tell him to hurry, then.” 

“I love you,” Kyle says, and what else can John reply:

“I’ll be there.”

*

Once he gets to the Gloucester Royal Hospital, he practically runs to the maternity ward nurse station.

“I’m here for Kyle Garrick,” he says, barely catching his breath. The nurse at the station raises her brows and then smiles.

“John Price?” she asks cheerily.

“Yes.”

“You’re the other father, then,” she says. “Good that you could make it. Kyle seems to be out of surgery by now, I’ll get someone to pick you up and take you to him.”

The short wait time while she flags down another nurse feels like standing on hot coals. John checks his phone again – Dotty hasn’t replied anything yet, but she also hasn’t called again so things can’t be going too badly. He walks back and forth, goes to wash his hands in the restroom, and then goes back to pace in front of the station.

“John?” he hears and perks up. A dark-skinned woman walks up to him with a smile. “I’m Najin, come this way.”

“Thank you— is he alright? I tried to get here as soon as I could—” John trails off, feeling vaguely ashamed.

“He did mention you were probably breaking a couple international air traffic laws to get here,” Najin chuckles. “He’s alright. The surgery went well and he’s expected to have a full recovery. Your daughter is also healthy.”

John nods and tries to remember how to breathe.

They walk down the hallway, until Najin slows down in front of one of the doors, which then opens and out steps Dorothy, about to leave the room.

“John!” she exclaims and then John has his arms full of Kyle’s sister as she jumps in his embrace. “You made it!”

“Thank you, Dotty,” is all John is able to choke out, squeezing her closer.

“Of course,” Dorothy says and pats his back, pulling back, and now that John can see her face properly, her eyes are a little bit puffy. “I’m going to get some coffee. Go meet your kid. She’s mad cute.”

“Alright,” John manages.

“Kyle fell asleep a while ago, poor guy’s knackered,” Dorothy addresses Najin, who nods, and she pats her on the shoulder as she walks off – John assumes they probably know each other, perhaps former coworkers or school friends. “See you soon.”

Najin walks him into the room, where John’s eyes first zero in on Kyle’s sleeping form. He wonders if the explosion of affection in his chest will ever go away – he hopes not. Kyle looks exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, and guilt worms its way in his thoughts again.

“Sir,” Najin reminds him, “this way.”

And then John lays his eyes on Rosanna Garrick Price.

He walks slowly to the see-through crib, where the smallest baby he’s ever seen sleeps soundly, snuffling in her sleep. 

He can’t quite describe the emotion. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. 

“She’s…” he whispers, “small.”

“She is premature,” Najin smiles. “But she’ll start growing before you even notice.” She then touches his arm and says warmly: “Congratulations, you’re a father.”

That finally breaks the dam.

The first sob takes him nearly by surprise. The second less so – soon enough he’s bending over the crib, tears running down his cheeks as he tries to catch his breath. Najin’s smile widens and she rubs his arm in comfort.

“Can I hold her?” John manages between his hiccuping sobs.

“Of course,” Najin says, “do you want me to show you how?”

John nods – he knows how to hold babies, but his brain feels wiped clean as he stares down at his daughter. Najin helps the baby in his arms, making sure he’s supporting her neck, and then John suddenly finds his arms full of his child.

He’s always been good with his hands. They’re calloused from work, used to the weight of a gun or a knife, scarred from ropes and wires. Dependable, fast, swift. 

He thought his hands had found their calling holding a weapon.

He’s never been so wrong.

A new purpose opens her eyes in his arms and squints up at him for a moment – and then she sighs and burrows closer to his chest.

This does not help with the tears.

Najin leaves his side to check up on Kyle. John is only vaguely aware of her moving, so fixated on little Rosie. He rocks her a little back and forth, staring at her in awed silence. He’s never really been a crier, he thinks absent-mindedly, but apparently once the tears started falling he can’t stop them now. Every time he looks at her face, his chest constricts with an emotion that he doesn’t know he has ever felt before. 

Dear god, he has loved before. He loves Kyle more than he can count the stars in the sky, he loves his team, he’s loved people he has lost. He thought he knew the limits of it, until Kyle came into his life, and when he thought he had felt it all in full, here comes this little wonder and surprises him again.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispers to her, “I can tell already.”

Rosie merely huffs at him. He guesses he deserves it, disturbing her beauty sleep.

And oh, she is a beauty. She’s a bit wrinkly, as newborns are, her little face scrunched up as she concentrates on stealing his heart with every single breath, probably dreaming of her world domination once she wraps him around her tiny pinky finger.

“Sir?” Najin calls out to him. 

John hums, acknowledging he’s heard her.

“Kyle will probably be asleep for a while, but nothing seems wrong here, so I’ll leave you two for now. If anything comes up, don’t hesitate to call on us.”

“Thank you,” John says, finally tearing his gaze from Rosanna to meet Najin’s wide grin. “Sorry for, uh…” He lets out a shuddering laugh. “The mess.”

“It’s alright,” Najin laughs. “Best part of the job. Have a nice evening, sir.”

“Thank you, again,” John replies earnestly, and Najin leaves with a friendly wave.

John looks down at Rosie again. Tears well up in his eyes once more and he can’t help but laugh.

“You’re probably the first girl to make me cry like this,” he chuckles and then sniffles, trying to gather himself. “Let’s go wait for your dad to wake up, alright?” He then pauses and frowns as a thought suddenly occurs.

“I didn’t introduce myself to you, did I?” He wipes her tiny cheek with the tip of his finger. “I’m your Da.” A smile breaks on his face again. “Nice to meet you, princess. Let’s hope you get your looks from your Dad and not me.” Another pause. “Don’t tell him I said that, alright?”

Rosanna’s nose twitches in agreement.

John sits on Kyle’s bed, careful not to jostle either him or Rosanna. He looks over to his sleeping partner. 

What is he going to say? There is no gratitude, no apology, no atonement or glory great enough. Kyle has given him everything. There is nothing without him. He is nothing without him. How does one express that? How can he ever express how he feels right now, how Kyle has turned his world upside down with this blessing? There are no words for this – perhaps there are poets who could speak it into being, but all John knows is that there is a fire inside him that won’t go out. 

So he waits, holds little Rosie in his arms and waits.

At some point the sheets rustle as Kyle shifts, and John gets to watch his lashes flutter as he fights his way to wakefulness.

“Hey,” John whispers. Kyle cracks an eye open.

“Hi,” he replies, voice raspy. “You made it.”

For a moment John wonders how to speak it into being, this feeling that surges inside him like a rising tide.

Before he can come up with a reply, Rosie wiggles in his arms. He looks down at her and—

“Bloody hell, I haven’t stopped crying since I saw her,” John chokes out. “Every time I look at her, I just…”

“Break open all over again? Yeah,” Kyle chuckles, and as John turns back to him with tears streaming down his cheeks, Kyle’s smile has widened to a proud grin.

“I love you,” is what comes out of John’s mouth, and Kyle’s expression slacks to one of surprise – and it is rare that he’s able to drag the words out of his mouth, but there simply is nothing else to say. “I love you, alright? I am nothing without you, and I’m so proud of you.” He leans in carefully to press a soft kiss on Kyle’s forehead, trying not to jostle Rosie too much, and when he pulls back, Kyle brings his hand to John’s cheek to wipe away his tears. John leans into the touch, closing his eyes for just a second.

“You better be,” Kyle says, and his voice is so soothing, as exhausted as he sounds. “I did that all by myself.”

John kisses his palm.

“That you did.”

END

#pricegaz #rosie garrick price #kyle gaz garrick #john price #call of duty #narcissosbythepool #rosie au

[ghostssweetgirl]

"babydoll"

simon ghost riley x fem reader smut

CW: sex in a storage room... & you have to be quiet 🤫! the rest of the team is in the next room over... 

nsfw under the cut! minors, do not interact! 18+ only !!

--

Rough missions called for many drinks afterward at the base. You were sitting afar at the counter, watching the men conversate, chuckling at their banter. Your eyes flick back to a figure leaning on the wall and see your Lieutenant. His eyes met yours, blinking slowly at you. You never did get away with taking a simple look at the man, he somehow always knew. You huff a sly laugh as you turn around sipping on your drink. 

You knew what that look was. It wasn't the first time he seduced you with his eyes and... probably wouldn't be the last - truthfully. You both tell each other each time it would be the last time, but it was all a lie. But it wasn't you that started this. The first time was on a drive with him. He said he was bored and wanted a show. He squinted at you and his eyes bore into your own, traveling down to your hands that rested at your thighs, then back up your body. 

-

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I-I don't understand what you mean, sir..."

"I think y'know what I mean, darlin', don't act shy," he stared at your chest. You look to where his eyes are and see your uniform, unbuttoned at your breasts. 

"O-oh..." you fiddle with the button as he clicks his tongue.

"Go on, babydoll."

-

It was a drive to meet Price back at an emergency meeting, waiting on the important files Ghost and you had acquired from an enemy base. A pit stop was made where you rode him in the front seat until he released inside you. Kissing him was unintentional, but you instantly planted your lips on his when your arousal seeped all over his throbbing cock. Ever since that first time, he pursued you. You tried to ignore him, but he insisted he'd stay true to his word.

"'M going to make you cum harder next time, doll. You're lucky we're in a rush."

"Ghost... We can't do this too much... We could get in trouble!"

"I know."

-

What you were doing 10 minutes prior was now irrelevant when you were standing in front of your captain, handing him the files as Ghost's cum soaked your panties as it dripped out of you. 

"What took you two so long?"

You clear your throat and lie, "I had to use the restroom, sir."

"Hm," he dismisses it and looks through the files. "Go on, outt'a here."

--

He would order you to accompany him on missions he could do alone. He would stare at you from across the conference room. He was sometimes sitting next to you, laying a hand on your thigh causing you to jump. One time you were trying to reach something in a tall cabinet when you felt him right on your back, reaching up to get what you were looking for effortlessly, teasing you when you reached to grab it, yanking it away from you. 

--

The second time was a quickie on a mission, he fucked you against the cold, brick wall in a dark alleyway. A sure-as-shit easy way to get yourselves killed, but you were too busy moaning his name. Too rotted with the way his dick slammed into you. Oh, he did make you cum harder. You squirted.

"Okay, fuck. Last time, I swear, love," he lied through his teeth. 

--

You finish another drink, trying your best to ignore him. It's like he was talking to you telepathically. You can't help it; you look at the group distracted by what's on TV and look back at Ghost, already looking at you. You smirk and sneak out of the chair, walking to the storage room, seeing if he'd take the bait. You knew he would. 

You close the door quietly behind you and sit on the open space of a counter. Smiling at the door, waiting for him to come in, you count in your head.

1...

2...

Click.

There he stood in front of you, closing the door softly behind him. He walks slowly over in front of you, and you bite your lip in anticipation. No words have been spoken except what was evident in the eyes. You sit up, tilting your head up at him. He cupped your cheek, rubbing your bottom lip. You softly giggle watching him lift his mask up over his nose, leaning down to kiss you. You cup his face, leaning into his touch. His hands travel down your side roughly, grabbing at the fat of your hips. 

-

He tried not to let you slip into any of the cracks that may have been left in his heart, but you worked your way in there like a snake. He couldn't ignore you; he didn't want you to leave his sight. He nearly couldn't stand the way you looked up to him with your big, beautiful eyes. His heart fluttered when you giggled. He adores the way your lips curl into a soft smile, and how you genuinely care for others. You're the most beautiful thing he's set eyes upon, truly. And in no way would he deny you anything, not when you sound like that, as he's balls deep inside your tight cunt... not when you sound like that, singing his name when you beg for more. And definitely not when it's your cum coating his cock, his cum coating your velvet walls. 

-

He unbuttoned your uniform quickly, lips still locked with yours. You moan into his mouth as he squeezes your tits. Luckily, your moan was stifled in his mouth. He undid your pants and you lifted your hips for him while he slid them off of you, letting them fall on the floor with a soft thump. 

"Please, Simon," you whispered. He moaned against your cheek as his hand slipped between your legs, rubbing slow circles over your panties. You gasp in pleasure, grabbing onto the fabric around his bicep, scratching into his skin slightly underneath. He moves faster, putting more pressure in his movements. One hand slips under your bra and toys with your nipple, the other working you to your first orgasm. 

"That feel good, babydoll?"

"Fuck, yes," you panted, biting your lip as a tight knot formed in your stomach. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Go on then," he kisses your forehead, pulling you into his kiss while his hand flicks relentlessly. "Be quiet, doll. Fuck, cum for me."

Your mouth opens with no sound coming out as your legs clench together. You look up at his eyes, focused on you while you release, fireworks exploding within. Your vision blinks white as your legs tremble, gasping in air. 

"Good girl," he praised, grabbing your hips, and lifting you up. He undoes his pants and instinctively you fall to your knees in front of him. He looks down at you while he fumbles with the button and pulls them down. 

You help him as much as you can while you wait impatiently to have his cock down your throat. Mouth already watering, as soon as his length sprang free, you took it in your mouth slowly and tightly. 

"Ah, fuck..."

You pull back and giggle up at him, "Be quiet for me, love, don't want them knowing what I'm doing to you~ in here..."

He grunts as you hollow your cheeks and take him in fully. He grabbed both sides of your head as he steadied his pace, slamming into the back of your throat. You sounded disgusting gagging on his cock, but the sounds drove him wild, only making him ravage your throat more. He guides your head back slowly, letting the tip pop out before he slides it back in not caring about the strings of saliva dripping out the sides of your mouth. 

He finally let you go, and the sight in front of him alone was enough for him to bust. You with your red face, out of breath, water beads in the corner of your eyes and drool plastering your face.  

"Fuck, get up here," he demanded. As soon as you stood up, he devoured your lips, seeming to not mind the taste of himself on your lips. He sucked the slobber from your bottom lips as his teeth fluttered against the sensitive skin. He sat you up on the counter, sliding your panties to the side. He sucked in your moans as his thumb brushed your clit, and the other gripped your throat.

His cock lines up with your sopping entrance and slides in, almost with ease. "Fuck, so wet n' so tight for me, huh?"

"Mhm... mhm!" you nodded as you looked up at him with scrunched brows.

You buck your hips against his as you grew needier, and needier. Fucking him was pure heaven, you didn't know pleasure before this man. He scratched a deeper itch inside of you, and made you cum in ways you didn't think possible. Your panties grow wetter as juices seep over his cock while he's thrusting in and out. He hits that one squishy spot and you instantly wail out.

"Oh, god! Fuck!" you couldn't control yourself. He stills inside, and slaps a hand over your mouth.

"Shit... As much as I love hearing you moan for me, pretty girl..." he grunts. "I really... really need you to be quiet right now."

"I'm trying, Simon, I'm trying! Feels t-too good!"

"Yeah?" he starts moving again, watching your reaction as he hits deep, causing you to clench tighter. 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you try your best to nod to him, unable to find your words. His hand stays clamped over your mouth as the other grabs your hip. He leans back, angling himself even deeper but at a slower pace. 

Your eyes widen as your back arches, there it is. You look at him for approval, and he already knows. His pace doesn't relent, it only gets harder. His eyes locked on yours, and he dares to remove his hand. 

There was that sweet sound you made that he loved. No wonder he couldn't control himself around you. 

"Is that it, duchess? Gonna cum for me?"

Your broken moans was all he needed as response, but even then it still wasn't enough. He pulls you down lower with your ass hanging off. If your lewd wails didn't give away your position, the sound of skin clapping surely would. Both of his hands roughly grasp your hips as he pounds into that one spot, coaxing that orgasm out of you and milking his cock to make you his cumdump. 

"Shit baby," he rasped. "'S'fuckin' tight."

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum, Simon!" you warned right as you released, your pussy clenching on his thickness as his pace slightly slowed, riding you through your euphoria. 

He leans down and kisses you passionately, like he loved you. He did, but you didn't know that. He grabs your cheeks, whimpering in your mouth as he buries himself to the hilt as deep as he can get, slowly rolling his hips. You didn't think for a second of why he was kissing you like this, too lost in the moment, the pleasure, the fullness. You kissed with the same hunger back, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as a slight metallic flavor coats your mouth, you swallow it. 

He punches the counter with a loud bang as his dick throbs inside you. You playfully hit his shoulder and mutter out, "Simon! Shh!" Finally, you were coming back to your senses. 

--

You dress yourself weakly, stumbling to side to side as he laughs at you. 

"You go first," he chuckled.

"Yeah, no shit, let's hope they didn't hear that, Lieutenant."

#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley #simon ghost riley imagines #simon ghost riley headcanons #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #cod ghost #cod mw ghost #ghost cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw22 #cod mwii #cod mw #cod modern warfare 2022 #task force 141

[pixiepixells]

Opposite! Pixie (Jace edition!!)

scophobia tw btw! also au belongs to @jacenotjason

Info, Funfacts, and more down below:

This is Pixie! (she's my wh persona!) She's a college student currently working a horrendous part-time job. Fun-facts: -Her major is Illustration! She wants to character designer and to make comics.

-She loves History and will go into passionate rants about it when asked (her favorite topic)

-She's in progression of getting better and is in therapy

-Her role in the show is the be the broke college student -When she moved she worked on her home to be more preferred to her, after befriending Frank and Wally she let them paint in her windows

-She has a younger who she speaks very fondly of! She misses him a lot

-She attends to Julies Comedy shows when she can!

-Unlike OG Pixie, she is not a time traveler.

-Maintains eye-contact like Wally

Not-so Fun Facts:

-The reason she hates Howdy so much because he scammed her into getting a shed instead of an actual home, for a very long time she had no AC, heating, water, or a restroom for a while (for like 2 seasons)

-Because she gets not much sleep and is very stressed and anxious she gets vertigo attacks

-She fears becoming an alcoholic

-Can get extremely existential and is dreading after college

-When her depression gets bad, She can go weeks without proper hygiene or cleaning her home. She doesn't leave her home.

-Is very touched-starved

-Is struggling to eat due to Howdy's high prices, she's lost a lot of weight because of this.

-is in debt due to renovating her home

-will probably be stuck in home, forever.

Character relationships!

(There might be a secret hint to pixies lore here!)

Safe to say, Pixie likes most of neighbors thankfully! (Here is OG pixie btw!!, Her stuff will be out soon!)

#welcome home #welcome home au #my ocs! #my art 2023 #(it has most of my art) #all the other art is to the great Jace #also if you don't think if what your welcome au varients of the characters would react to pixie like this then please tell me! #I want to be accurate <3 #Pixie persona

[b000mbayah]

Demon!Itzy Reaction to falling in love with a human

+*: ♱ :*﹤+*: ☥ :*﹤+*: ⛥ :*﹤+*: ☥ :*﹤+*: ♱ :*

Requested: No

Warnings: None

+*: ♱ :*﹤+*: ☥ :*﹤+*: ⛥ :*﹤+*: ☥ :*﹤+*: ♱ :*

Yeji-

Yeji held an impressive reputation within her large community of Demons and Horsemen. And due to this reputation, it was common that Yeji often found herself in different realms, trying to keep many entities in their separate lines.

She wouldn't say she hated her assignments per say, but dealing with no good Ghouls was probably the worst part.

Yeji dreads the possibility of finding a Ghoul with its boney bum half up in the air as it claws its way towards its next meal. She often hears the clawing of their crooked nails upon the wooden surface of an unopened coffin- or the squelching of mushy flesh without even being near the situation.

Despite being a Demon, Yeji is particularly squeamish when it comes to actual corpses- hence her hatred for Ghouls and their feverish desires.

Unfortunately, her most recent assignment was to deal with a lurking Ghoul as it stalks somewhere just outside of a graveyard, fenced off to the public at this time of night.

When Yeji arrived, however, the gate was pried open- not by force but rather through a simple use of a key. This had confused the Demon, up until she noticed you.

Yeji had truly believed she had seen it all, for she had seen Ghosts and Ghouls, Phantoms and Leviathans, Beasts and Freaks. But, she's never quite seen something like you.

The way the golden glow of the moon dances delicately along your skin, and how your hair gently flails in the small nighttime breeze. It was all mesmerising. It all affected Yeji in a way she didn't think was possible anymore, and she felt for you when dangerous pricks of tears shone between your growing fears.

You looked like an Angel.

Though, not all beautiful things last, for even the most beautiful flower will wither in the end.

Yeji had noticed the Ghoul in the corner of her eye. It was crouched behind a gravestone, observing you and your unwary motives as it planned its next move.

And it was sure to win, unless Yeji dares to intervene.

Lia-

Lia has always been able to just freely roam whatever realm she'd please. And she's always found herself in awe of her surroundings each time, finding the locations uniquely different to the previous one.

Realms of vegetation, void, plasma, water, smoke and many more never failed to keep her entertained and each one fueled Lia with a crazed knowledge, therefore supplying her with power.

But this realm was different. It was riddled with uncertainty, with untrustworthy beings. Lia had never seen a human before, and she never really planned to. But one misstep led her to another and instead of being in the realm of bones, she ended up in a realm full of solar systems instead.

The first planet with life she has so far come across (in this realm) is planet Earth, all the others before were complete wastelands, or provided very little nutrients for sufficient life to form and procreate.

Nevertheless, Lia found herself quickly occupied with the many activities these humans have created. Additionally, Lia had found herself particularly in love with shopping and listening to music.

And what better place to be than a place where both of those activities are conjoint? Where they coexist for a price, and with the disguise of being human of course.

A music concert. It was absolute bliss when Lia arrived, and it was absolute bliss throughout. Though, her night only got better when you shyly came up to her, your heart in your hands, figuratively as you asked her if she knew where the nearest restrooms were.

You looked so cute, so vulnerable with the puppy eyes you almost gave her that Lia couldn't help but smile at your words. She knew very little of your language, being somewhat new to this lifestyle and place. But she picked up a few words here and there, and it was enough to help her understand your request.

Lia would happily help you, but at the cost of her not being able to get you off her mind for the rest of the event.

Ryujin

Ryujin has always been the favourite. She's always been requested to reap the planet Earth of its troublesome humans, to carry away the souls of the dead ones. She always got the fun tasks, the fun tasks that require a lot of power, therefore draining her of her abilities for a while.

She was told to conjure up yet another plague, to stop at nothing less than a third of the population again. And she swore upon her entire entity to do just that.

Within just a day, news outlets had exploded with horrific tales of another plague going around. Headlines spat vigour words, outlining every detail thus far discovered.

The world had gone into total panic. Countries were like dominos- following each other's strategies to keep its civilians alive. They'd copy each other's research, lockdowns, guidelines and laws like it was a competition to see who did it best.

And yet, despite all the plague has done in the first day- scientists had given it the worst name yet. Ryujin almost felt offended when the name "The End" was given to it. The name was neither original nor calming to the public. An elementary child could've come up with that name.

However, while Ryujin was sprinkling some more death upon the locals, she had come across you and your family. You looked so happy- despite the negativity branding the world.

Your smile never faltered at the mention of Ryujins child, your eyes never dimmed at the death of someone you knew, and your words of positivity never let the negatives get to you.

You rightfully quipped Ryujins curiosity, and so it was no surprise when she found herself almost living with you- although invisible to the human eye.

She'd linger around your house, later finding out that you moved back in with your family to help support them during this pandemic, and her heart swelled.

There was just something about you, and she couldn't seem to let you get infected- at least not yet.

Chaeryeong-

Chaeryeong couldn't remember the last time she was even near the vicinity of your country, let alone city. She found that she preferred the freezing cold chill of the Antarctic against the warmer temperatures your home provided.

However, on a random whim to just see all the commotion of a sudden burst of energy coming from nearer to the Equator, she had fled the Antarctic in search.

Chaeryeong was guided by the strong magnetic pull until she found herself lost when it had suddenly disappeared, leaving her stranded in a place she's never been.

Out of desperation, she had changed her appearance to blend in with the human kind and began to ask around for a map, but everyone refused to even spare her a second glance. Was it maybe because her voice was roughed from not speaking for the last few hundred years? Or did she just look dodgy for asking for a map?

Either way, it hadn't stopped you from tapping her on the shoulder, a bright smile playing upon your lips as you offered to show her a map on your phone.

Chaeryeong quickly found your boldness to be something she was fond of as she eagerly accepted, albeit with slightly reddened cheeks and ears.

You had pulled up Google Maps, guiding her around the city through the screen on your phone. Not before long, Chaeryeong knew exactly what direction to head in order to get back home.

But was that really what she wanted now that she'd actually met a human, one that's kinder than the rest with a comforting demeanour?

She wasn't entirely sure, but she does know she'll return one day- preferably when you're still alive to repay the favour.

Yuna-

When Yuna was assigned to Earth, her intentions were set on foolish antics like the occasional possession, or messing with curious teenagers' investigations on the paranormal.

She'd often prey on the newly experienced, finding it entertaining to mess with their ouija board sessions or play into their little shenanigans before actually deciding to traumatise them.

However, Yuna would also occasionally go after the more equipped individuals. Whether they be demonologists or just YouTubers who have maybe gained a steady following due to some paranormal activity captured, she always liked the challenge.

And there were no exceptions for you.

You were dragged out of your house with a few friends, who just so happened to have their own YouTube account about ghosts and whatnot.

You didn't want to be there, you had no care about the paranormal and if it was real or not, you just wanted to go home and sleep. Which was understandable, but your friends rejected your laziness.

So you found yourself, sitting in a hallway with padded cell rooms lining the walls, each room only ten feet wide, some caved in from the decades of rot and rust while others were infested with insects.

You had a pair of noise-cancelling headphones occupying your ears, plugged into a spirit box. Your friends had explained how this device constantly flickers through different radio stations, allowing the most convenient and efficient way for Ghosts to communicate through types of frequency. This basically made you a mouthpiece for all Ghosts around.

You weren't listening, in all honesty, since the headphones were already half on your ears and the surplus noise of static jumping from ear to ear had made you half death. Soon enough, a blindfold was placed over your eyes and you were left to depend mostly on your sense of hearing.

Yuna found it intriguing to find such a new person doing the Estes method so quickly, but shrugged it off and put her tricks to work.

Yuna had thrown answers left, right and centre to your friend's questions, using you as her spokesperson. But things quickly got extreme as she'd use the radio stations to scream in your ears, to whisper and growl at you.

Though, much to Yunas dismay, you only mimicked these sounds, seemingly unfazed by her trickery. So she resorted to touching you. She'd play with a strand of hair, or lightly trace the skin of your neck.

But even that hadn't fazed you though.

Yuna was fuming when you had taken the equipment off, having not reacted in the slightest to her touch. She doesn't do that for just anyone, and you just dismissed it like she was some wind?

Yuna wouldn't reveal all her cards in one show, that's just cheap, so she'd have to save them for your next date, but you can guarantee she's following you home.

#yeji #lia #ryujin #chaeryeong #yuna #itzy #itzy reaction #demon au #itzy demon au #hwang yeji #itzy hwang yeji #shin ryujin #shin yuna #itzy shin yuna #itzy shin ryujin #itzy lee chaeryeong #lee chaeryeong #choi lia #itzy choi lia #kpop #writing #gxg #demon itzy

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Hiya sunny! I’m so glad of the resurgence of scummy Naoya. Is it ok if I can request Scum of the earth Naoya proposing?

Oh, my sweet, scummy baby boy 🥹

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Let's be clear from the jump: a proposal done by Naoya Zen'in is no joke. Zen'ins are always over the top with their appearances, so whenever there's a special occasion that will be retold a hundred times? You can bet your ass that the Zen'ins are gonna go above and beyond so that they can brag about how great their actions were.

Naoya is no different: he wants things to be over the top and perfect in every possible way. He plans this proposal MONTHS ahead, booking a table at the most high-end restaurant in the city, making sure he gets the best spot with the best view. It has high ceiling and gold chandeliers throughout the establishment, live piano as entertainment, a five-star chef at the helm. He wants you to have a taste of the fine dining you'll get to have for the rest of your life.

He measures your ring size when you're asleep, spending weeks trying to find the best ring to suit you. It takes a long time because he doesn't just care about how it looks; he cares about the price as well. He wants an expensive ring, one that you can show off and brag about how much money your beloved fiance spent on you. He's looking at rings that are upwards of $15k, he's not fucking around. He picks a ring set, a HUGE round center diamond surrounded by a ring of smaller diamonds as well as diamonds on the white gold band, along with a second band covered in small diamonds that would sit below the first. Some may think it's too gaudy, but he thinks that anything less would be an injustice to you.

He gets your dress size and goes shopping the week before, not caring about the price tag as he searches for the best dress to compliment you. He loves mermaid dresses, adoring how they hug your hips and waist, so he's very likely to choose one for you. He gets one that's covered in lace, with a shiny intricate band around the waist, gold details throughout the dress. He wants you to look your best the night he proposes. He knows that you'll look good in anything, but he tries his best to find something that goes above and beyond his expectations.

He gives you the dress a night or two before he proposes, exclaiming that he is going to take you out on a date to a fancy restaurant, and he won't take no for an answer. He offers to give you his credit card and let you go to a spa and salon the day of your date so that you're properly prepared and relaxed. He might get pouty and offended if you refuse, so you'll probably end up agreeing to what he wants just so he doesn't get all grumpy.

Very confident as he drives you to the restaurant and for the majority of dinner, but right before the dessert—when he plans to propose—he gets kind of anxious. Excuses himself to the restroom where he starts to panic. What if you say no? What if you sneer in disgust and break up with him instead? What if you insult him for ever thinking that you would want to spend the rest of your life with him? Has to splash some water on his face to calm down, talks to the poor restroom attendant that's watching him have a breakdown. Eventually he talks himself down from his little panic attack and convinces himself to go back out there and propose to you. If you say no, he'll just figure things out from there, but why wouldn't you say yes? He did everything right, he made a magical evening for you and treated you like a princess, there's no way you'd say no.

He returns to your table, right before dessert arrives, and he lets you take a couple bites before he grabs your hand and squeezes it, getting your attention. He goes into this little speech about how amazing you are, focusing mostly on how beautiful he finds you and how you make him feel. He doesn't get on his knees—he doesn't want to ruin his suit—but he pulls out the velvet box and opens it, revealing the ring he spent so much money on.

So... what will your answer be?

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#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #☀️ scum of the earth au #☀️ asks