#also whenever she hears a guy's name she starts cursing him

[drunkwalkhomecore]

Is it weird that I think my hindi teacher's youngest daughter is secretly gay???

Like???

Or is it just me???

#I've seen miss ma'am and she gave me gay panic #shes tall tbh 5'9 or smth #and is a tomboy #my hindi ma'am told she wants to go to the gym #ma'am told her no everyone would die if you go to the gym #also whenever she hears a guy's name she starts cursing him #/lh #...yeup gay #very very gay #kryptonite rambles

[softspiderling]

so obsessed with your ex | r.c.

summary: “Hey,” you smiled at her, alarmingly genuine. “Rebecca, right?”

“Yeah.”

You nodded, your eyes warm. “We haven’t met. I’m-”

“I know who you are,” Rebecca interrupted you, her cheeks warming when she realized what she was alluding to. You exchanged a discreet look with Sarah and Rebecca willed the ground to open up and swallow her with the way the conversation was going.

OR If Rebecca had known that her obsession with you would lead to you and Rafe getting back together, she would've done a whole lot different.

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader / Rafe Cameron x OC

warnings: during most of this fic, Rafe is dating someone else. Sorry, it's part of the plot, but they don't do a lot of couple-y things, if that's any consolation! Rebecca is kind of delulu (actually, she is very delulu), but i'm hoping that most of you can relate to it, NO cheating!

word count: 4,1k

author's note: something very different, i'm aware, but i was like a woman cursed when i listened to olivia rodrigo's song sorry and this was what i envisioned. I HOPE YOU LOVE IT!!!! Also, I want to @ my loveys @rafesmuse and @rafetopia bc ily guys, thanks for the support and my wife @ghostofwriting mwah mwah mwah, happy reading!!!

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Rebecca had always felt secure in her relationship with Rafe.

Until she found out about you.

It all started when she was looking for a hair tie, knowing she had left a couple of them in Rafe’s bedroom whenever she stayed over.

“Baby, have you seen my hair ties? I swear I could’ve sworn I put them in the bedside drawer…” Rebecca muttered to herself, pulling open the drawers, rummaging through them. She froze when brushed a pack of condoms aside to reveal a picture she had never seen before. Rafe was talking to her from the bathroom, but Rebecca couldn’t hear a thing as she picked up the picture, looking at it with a funny feeling.

The picture looked like it was taken mid-conversation as you and Rafe were standing closely together, having eyes for no one but each other. Even thought you were barely touching, it felt weirdly intimate. More intimate than a close friend. And Rebecca had seen you around Kildare before, but you never had made an active move to talk to Rafe when they were at a party, so if you were friends, he definitely would’ve introduced her to you, right?

“Bex, hey. Did you find one?”

“What?”

Flustered, Rebecca looked up from the picture, her cheeks red and Rafe raised an eyebrow at her, a hair tie on his open palm.

“I asked if you found a hair tie. I put them in the bathroom,” he said, rounding the bed to hand it to her. “What d’ya got there?”

“Oh, just a picture I found,” Rebecca said quickly, taking the hair tie out of his hand, moving to put the picture back in the drawer, but Rafe was quicker, snatching it out of her grip with a laugh.

“Are we starting to lie each other now?”

Rebecca watched him closely as he took a look at the picture, pressing her lips together as he paused, taking it in.

“That’s-” she broke off, clearing her throat, before she said your name. “… Right?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Rafe frowned, before he lifted his head to look at her. Rebecca couldn’t quite decipher the look on his face. She had never seen him like this before.

“I didn’t know you dated her,” she said, nonchalantly, hoping he would deny it. But Rafe only shrugged, glancing at the picture one more time before he put it back in the drawer, shutting it close.

“We broke up before you came on the island, how were you supposed to know?”

Rafe pressed a kiss to her temple, but Rebecca was still fixated on the picture, staring at where she knew it laid inside the drawer.

“Are you ready? Top’s gonna come pick us up in a few.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rebecca replied, distracted. “Uh, you can go downstairs, I’ll be down asap.”

“A’ight.”

Rebecca smiled at him, waiting until he left the room, before she slid open the drawer again, reaching for the picture to stare at it, her thumb rubbing circles into the corner, wondering who was still printing pictures in this day and age. She wasn’t sure how long she was standing there, jumping when she heard Rafe yelling for her.

“Bex, Top is here!”

“Coming!” Rebecca called back and without thinking, she slipped the picture into her purse before heading downstairs.

To say that Rebecca grew infatuated with you after finding that picture was an understatement. She was obsessed.

Okay, maybe not obsessed, that had a weird tone to it. Fixated.

She was pretty fixated on you.

Rebecca immediately had followed you on instagram when she got home later that night. Scrolling through your profile, she noticed that while you weren’t following Rafe and vice versa, you still followed all of his friends and his family. Rafe’s younger sister Wheezie seemed to be a constant in your life still, judging by her comments under all of your pictures. Apparently you were still well-liked by his family friends, and Rebecca started to wonder why you and Rafe broke up. But it wasn’t like she could ask Rafe why you broke up, right?

“What?” Topper stared at her, as if Rebecca had just asked him to give her 1k. His look made her nervous though, and she glanced over her shoulder, making sure that Rafe was still out of earshot.

“You’re his best friend,” she stated, albeit unnecessarily. “You have to know.”

Topper rubbed his jaw, like he was conflicted, which Rebecca really didn’t understand. What was the big deal? She had intentionally waited until Topper was a little tipsy, and now she was wondering if that was a mistake, since he seemed strangely paranoid.

“You’re his girlfriend. Shouldn’t you be asking him that question?”

“I don’t want to stir up trouble! Why can’t you just tell me?” Rebecca raised her voice, her cheeks flushing when she realized that people were starting to stare, so she burrowed deeper into the couch, waiting until everyone went back to their business. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked this at a party.

“It was a mutual break up,” Topper then answered, speaking slowly like every single word was gravel in his mouth. “Rafe never really told me why, but they just disappeared out of each other’s lives from one day to the next, as if they haven’t been dating for the last four years. But she never said anything bad about him in the aftermath… Neither did he.”

That just created more questions than it answered, but before Rebecca could get her thoughts sorted to prod Topper again, Rafe returned, his shoulders lose.

“Your drink,” he said, handing Rebecca a cup, settling down on the couch next to her, throwing his arm over the back. He hadn’t even been sitting for a minute, when Topper got to his feet, muttering something about finding the pong table for a game.

“What’s with him?”

Rebecca only shrugged, choosing to sip on her drink instead of giving an answer, her mind still reeling from the information she got from Topper. The more she learned about you, the more she was intrigued and filled with questions, that she felt like would never be answered.

“You good?”

Rebecca barely lifted her head from the window she was leaning it, her reaction a little slow. She had been… Drinking a little more than she liked. Every time she wanted to ask Rafe about you, she stopped herself and went for another drink, and that process had repeated itself over and over again until Rafe cut her off, deciding to take her home. Rebecca was more than tipsy, her inhibitions slightly out of control.

“Fine,” she replied with a little sigh, rubbing her temple. She could feel Rafe’s eyes on her and she could feel her resolve crumbling. “Why did you guys break up?”

The car swerved off the road for a second, making Rebecca grab onto the arm rest to keep steady while Rafe cursed.

“The fuck?” he said, glancing over at her with a frown. “Where the hell did that come from?”

Rebecca exhaled deeply through her lips before she looked over to him, her brows furrowed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Topper told me you were dating for four years, Rafe. Four years! But he couldn’t even tell me why. Isn’t he your best friend? He should know that, right?”

Rafe stared at her, as if trying to gauge her reaction. Rebecca hadn’t even noticed that he had pulled the car to the side, the motor long off.

“Is this like a test or somethin’?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “No. I’m just genuinely curious. She seems-”

Nice? Super pretty? Like his perfect match?

She didn’t finish her sentence.

“What?” Rafe muttered under his breath, and Rebecca only scoffed in annoyance.

“Whatever,” she huffed, leaning her head against the window again. “Just forget it.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Rafe just sitting there, turning the ring on his finger, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“We got into a lot of fights near the end,” he started, his tone defeated. “She’s pretty headstrong, likes being right. I like sticking to my opinion… It wasn’t healthy anymore, so we both knew that something had to change, even though I still…. There was still love.”

Rafe stopped, but Rebecca held herself back with saying anything, wanting to soak up every bit of information he was willing to give her.

“We figured a clean cut would be best for both of us, have no contact. Give us a chance to start fresh, see new people.”

Rebecca could tell that he was holding something back, probably something along the line of how he was struggling with the no contact rule, but didn’t want to seem like he was still holding onto you.

“She’s really pretty,” she only said.

“Yeah.”

Do you still love her?

Rebecca was glad that she was still able to hold herself back enough to not ask that. She had a feeling that she wouldn’t like the answer that much.

“Thanks for telling me.”

“Yeah. You done throwing tantrums?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes with a small smile and settled back into her seat while Rafe started the car to continue their way home. Most girlfriends would probably feel angry that their boyfriend seemed to be so sentimental still when it came to their ex, but all that Rebecca could think about was how you clearly were someone he held dearly, and that she wished to be that reach that point soon.

And when she was about fall asleep after they got home to his place, she wondered how often you had fallen asleep on her side of Rafe’s bed like this. She thought finding out more about your relationship with Rafe, she would stop obsessing you.

But she didn’t.

She kept it to herself, however, not mentioning you again after that one talk in the car she had with Rafe.

Rafe, who had been lighter ever since he talked about you, ever since she pushed him to talk about, which showed her that it was the right thing to do. Her fixation on you helped her relationship with Rafe and to her, that justified the amount of times she was checking out your social media, but Rafe wouldn’t understand. She admired you. Honestly, Rebecca felt like she could become pretty good friends with you, but what excuse did she have to talk to you besides dating your ex boyfriend? Worst case, she’d curse you out, best case she’d give you a fake smile. No thank you. Rebecca would much rather stick to admiring you from afar.

… Which was the reason why she was so nervous, when she met you for the first time. In her defense, this was the last place she had expected to see you. The place being Kelce’s house.

It was his birthday, and to celebrate it, he decided to throw a huge rager at his house. While Rebecca did arrive with Rafe, they quickly separated, with Rafe trying to find Kelce - this was his birthday after all - and her going to see her friends. After about two hours, and Rafe not replying to her texts, Rebecca started to walk around to see if she could find him. Which was easier said than done, the house was packed. When it took her nearly half an hour to get through the kitchen, Rebecca almost gave up until she saw Sarah sitting in the corner of the couch talking to someone.

“Sarah!”

Although Rebecca wasn’t the closest with her, she was about the only person she knew right now, and she could use a familiar face. Slipping between a kissing couple, she made her way straight to the couch, touching Sarah’s shoulder gingerly.

“Hey, I’m so glad I saw you. Have you seen Rafe anywhere? He hasn’t been answering his texts and I-”

Rebecca trailed off when she noticed Sarah glancing to her friend, only to realize that it was you who Sarah had been sitting with, and her words get stuck in her throat.

Oh.

“Hey,” you smiled at her, alarmingly genuine. “Rebecca, right?”

“Yeah.”

You nodded, your eyes warm. “We haven’t met. I’m-”

“I know who you are,” Rebecca interrupted you, her cheeks warming when she realized what she was alluding to. You exchanged a discreet look with Sarah and Rebecca willed the ground to open up and swallow her with the way the conversation was going.

“They’re probably in the basement,” you offered, maybe as some sort of olive branch. “Kelce likes to hide away down there to play pool during his parties.”

“Oh yeah yeah, Rafe probably doesn’t even have any bars down there,” Sarah chimed in.

“Right, okay, thanks,” Rebecca said, awkwardly. She stood behind the couch like a deer in headlights. You must have noticed, because you grabbed Sarah’s arm, scooting back on the couch to make more space.

“You can join us, if you want.”

“… Really?” Rebecca asked skeptically, not quite sure if the invitation was genuine or not.

“Yeah, ‘course.”

Hesitantly, she sat down next to Sarah, trying to get comfortable but she was far too aware of your presence, placing her purse in her lap.

“So have you already settled into Kildare?”

Your eyes were inquisitive and Rebecca was trying to see if there was any sign of malice or distrust in them, but all she could see was genuine interest.

“I mean, I guess so… Life down here is pretty chill. Like it’s its own world…?” Rebecca winces at her own words. “Sorry, that’s stupid.”

“No, no!” You insisted, waving your hands at her quickly. “I know exactly what you mean. We went to Charleston once to tour the college campus there and it was like we were on another planet, remember Sar?”

Sarah’s eyes widened and she nodded quickly, slapping your arm in excitement. It looked like it hurt, but by the way you were laughing, Rebecca assumed it was a regular thing. She wouldn’t know, she barely ever spent over twenty minutes with Rafe’s sister.

“Remember when we were auditing that one sociology class and Rafe fell asleep during the lecture?”

“Oh my god, yes. Because he and Top were playing that stupid video game that came out two days earlier all night long.”

You and Sarah giggled as you reminisced about the past, like two best friends and Rebecca grew envious of your friendship, wondering if she was ever going to have that kind of relationship with Sarah, though you did have running start with building a friendship with her outside of being Rafe’s girlfriend. Or ex, rather. Rebecca started rummaging in her bag, acting like she was looking for something, doing anything to seem less excluded, really.

Your laughter subsided and you smiled at Rebecca, stilling her hands in her purse when she realized the attention was back on her.

“How is Rafe?”

“Oh you know him,” Rebecca replied, a little less nervous now that she was talking about a topic where she wouldn’t feel left out, taking her purse off her lap, placing it on the couch between her and Sarah. “The usual. He’s more focused on keeping up the company than ever, been away a lot.”

You nodded, tucking your hair back, and for a second, you looked incredibly sad. Rebecca wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, because a second later, you were smiling again.

“I’m really glad he has you,” you then said, completely surprising Rebecca. “I think you’re really good for him. Rafe has been really hard on himself, taking everything a little too seriously, and I think you’re really balancing it all out.”

Rebecca’s eyebrows have almost disappeared into her hairline by now, she was so shell-shocked she didn’t even notice Sarah clinking herself out of the conversation, crossing her arms as she sat back.

“Isn’t it weird for you?”

“You mean because he’s my ex and you’re his new girlfriend?” You smiled wryly at her. “I guess it’s a little weird. But it’s not like there’s any bad blood between Rafe and I… In the end, I just want him to be happy, and it seems like you’re making him happy.”

Ducking her head, Rebecca hoped that it was dark enough to conceal her red cheeks. To her, this felt like an insanely gracious statement and suddenly, Rebecca felt validated for obsessing over you so much. You were great and she wasn’t being parasocial.

“I- Thank you. That really means a lot.”

“Of course, don’t worry about it,” you said with a smile, glancing at Sarah when she tugged on the ends of your hair gently. “What, do you want to leave?”

“I promised John B I’d meet him on the beach at sunrise.”

“Fine,” you sighed, you and Sarah standing up. Rebecca stayed seated, though she couldn’t help but feel disappointed that the conversation was cut short.

“It was really nice to talk to, Rebecca. Don’t be a stranger, alright?”

Rebecca waved good bye to you and Sarah, watching as you left with Sarah whispering into your ear insistently. She sat there by herself for a while, replaying the conversation in her head, before she realized she was being weird. Clearing her throat, Rebecca grabbed her purse, that still sat open next to her, her smile dropping when she saw that the picture she had snuck from Rafe’s drawer was peaking out of it.

“Shit,” she muttered to herself, pushing the picture deeper into her purse, before looking up into the crowd, wondering if you had seen it, and if you did, what you thought of her.

“Do you want to do something today?”

After discovering the picture had been sitting in the open like that, Rebecca started worrying if she just ruined her impression you had of her. But seriously, how stupid could she be? She completely forgot that the picture was in that purse. Rebecca had spent the remaining time at the party worrying what you thought of her.

“Like what?”

Rebecca rolled over in bed, looking up at Rafe as he got dressed. It was late in the morning, but still early enough for her to be tired after getting back from Kelce’s so late.

“I don’t know, something fun.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, his face disappearing momentarily while he put his shirt on.

“I have a meeting with Mr. Harris this afternoon and I’m meeting Dennis for an early lunch.”

“But it’s Sunday,” Rebecca pointed out, sitting up, a frown on her face.

“Work is work, no matter what kind of day it is.”

“Sorry, I just thought it’d be nice to do something fun for once,” she said, knowing she would spent the entire day worrying about what you thought of her if she wasn’t distracted, not noticing how Rafe was looking at her through the mirror.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, his brows furrowed. “You never cared about that before.” Rafe paused, realization washing over his face. “You talked to-” His voice cracked, and Rebecca raised an eyebrow at him.

“… You talked to her, didn’t you?”

Rebecca could hear the accusatory tone in his voice and she leaned against the headboard, drawing her legs close.

“I did, at the party last night… She said she’s happy that you have me, that she was worried about how you work too much.”

Rafe was quiet for a while and Rebecca could feel a knot forming in her stomach. She couldn’t have two people be mad at her.

“That’s what she said?”

Nodding quickly, Rebecca smiled at him brightly. “Yeah. She was really nice. I like her.”

He let out a quiet huff, followed by a headshake, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do, nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Alright. Maybe I can cut my lunch meeting short and we can do something after,” Rafe relented, and Rebecca looked up at him in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you later, alright?”

With a wave, Rafe left the bedroom, and Rebecca laid back down, letting out a happy sigh. Everything is working out in her favor!

A couple of hours later, Rebecca was standing in front of her closet, scanning the different clothes that hung in there, trying to decide on what to wear. She wasn’t sure what Rafe had planned, so she didn’t want to be completely inappropriately dressed. Letting out a annoyed sigh, Rebecca picked up her phone to text her friend for some fashion advice, stilling when she saw the new notification.

“Oh my god.”

You followed her back on insta! You must have not seen the picture after all and think she was weird!!!

Rebecca’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, wondering if she should dm you, maybe ask if you wanted to hang out, before she decided against it, putting her phone back on the dresser, face down. She didn’t want to seem to eager, she could wait a week.

Okay, maybe not a week, Rebecca thought, picking out some shorts and a red top, but a few days at least.

When she was all done, Rebecca grabbed the keys to her car, making her way over to Rafe’s place after he said he was done. It was a beautiful day out and she was so excited to see what he had planned for their date. Parking her car behind Rafe’s truck, she got out, heading inside.

“Baby, it’s me!” she called, shutting the door behind her. She didn’t have to wait long, until she could Rafe coming down the stairs, a box in his hand.

“What’s that?”

Rafe looked at her, his face unreadable.

“… What’s wrong?”

He let out a sigh, before stopping in front of her, and as Rebecca looked into the box, she realized it was full of her stuff.

“We need to talk,” he said, and her jaw dropped.

“What?”

“I just don’t think I’m in this relationship as I thought I was, and I don’t want to string you along, Bex,” Rafe explained, pushing the box into her arms. She just accepted the box, too shocked to do anything else.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. You did the opposite, actually. Helped me see what I was really feeling. And I thought I’d get this over with, before anyone else gets hurt,” Rafe told her. “You understand, right?”

She only blinked at him, nodding dumbly.

A grin grew on Rafe’s face, and he stuffed his hands in his pocket. “Great. I knew you would understand.”

With an arm on her back, he lead Rebecca outside, and she just let him, moving on autopilot.

“I’ll see you around Bex,” he said, standing in the doorway, his hand on the door. “Don’t be a stranger.”

With those words, Rafe shut the door in her face, and Rebecca just blinked, still not having processed the situation.

“And he said he doesn’t want to string you along?”

“Yes.”

The words were muffled.

Rebecca was facedown in her pillow, hoping to die of embarassment, even if Jane was her best friend in Kildare. It had taken her a week to recuperate before she could tell her friends what happened, mostly because she still wasn’t sure what had happened.

“Are you okay?”

She lifted her head, giving Jane a look.

“I just don’t understand why he broke up with me.”

Jane waved her off, picking up her phone. “Oh don’t worry about it, I’m sure he’ll come crawling back tom- Never mind.”

“What?”

Having stopped mid-sentence, Jane was staring at her phone, eyebrows raised so high and Rebecca groaned, taking the phone out of her hand.

“You can’t just stop talking in the middle of the-”

Her eyes widened when she saw what had rendered Jane speechless: Sarah had posted an instagram story, a picture of a couple walking hand in hand in front of her. It was dark and a little blurry, but Rebecca could tell exactly who it was: You and Rafe.

“He’s such an asshole!” Jane screeched, snatching her phone out of Rebecca’s hand. “Let’s egg his house!”

Rebecca only snorted, rubbing her hands over her face with a groan. “J, no. Believe it or not, but I feel like this one’s on me.”

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author's note: tell me what you think :)

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x you #drew starkey #obx #outer banks

[b4nka1]

my favorite animated men and random things they do when jealous and want to grab your attention!

warnings: suggestive content (mentions of smut), misogyny, toji being nice, jjk manga spoilers. not proofread.

— FUSHIGURO TOJI : he would pout as you were busy with your office work. sure, you did love him, but your work was your priority for now. he would slowly walk into your room, standing behind you as you worked. he'd start massaging your shoulders, and within seconds, your eyes closed and body relaxed. "mmh, just right, baby..." you whispered to toji, you was still carefully and gently massaging your shoulders.

"if you gave me a tad bit more attention, i'd make you feel far far better, princess..."

— RYOMEN SUKUNA : he grumbled in annoyance when you paid no attention to him. the king of curses wanted to be mad but couldn't because you were so happy playing with the new puppy he'd gotten for you. you were laughing and giggling as the puppy kept whining and climbing over you. he got the most jealous when you kissed the puppy on its yucky, disgusting mouth, according to him. within seconds, he took the puppy from your hands and put the puppy back in his crate. he turned back towards you, picking you up and dragging you to the bathroom to make you brush your teeth.

"why'd you kiss that puppy on its disgusting mouth? now i can't kiss you without feeling disgusted."

— GOJO SATORU : he was pretty much annoyed at the fact that you were paying more attention to the three freshers than him. he scowled at megumi, who was getting more interest from your end. he was beyond irritated at this point. he sure was jealous but didn't admit it, not even to himself.bhe had to butt in, of course. his possessive ass simply couldn't handle the fact that you're quite nice and friendly. he stomped over to you, with a tiny pout on his face and his brows furrowed together.

"they're my students, but i hate the attention you're giving them."

— KUROSAKI ICHIGO : isn't exactly the type to get jealous, but he is very possessive. whenever he notices another man, especially abarai renji talking to you, he would ever so casually walk over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. he'd indulge himself in the conversation, laughing and nodding with whatever was going on. his arms would then creep down your back slowly as the conversation proceeded. he'd ever so subtly squeeze your butt and act as if nothing happened after he did so. when renji notices, he takes a leave and waved goodbye to you. you turn to ichigo and scold him for doing so.

"what? i'm just squeezing what belongs to me, you don't get to scold me on that."

— GETO SUGURU (villain era, you're not on his side) : he is a calm and collected man. but when he notices you and satoru being too close physically, practically invading each other's personal space, a smile and a bulging vein of anger on his forehead is prominent on his face. he silently swore to get you fucked raw before the war broke out. mimiko immediately notices this and huffs, "why don't you already go claim what's yours?" she snorts, going back to doing something on her phone.

"well, she will suffer. so what if we drifted apart? who is she to move on from me? she's still mine."

— NANAMI KENTO : he had been working overtime and came home late. to make matters worse, he found you on a long ass call with one of your guy friends, who used to like you. dismissing the jealousy, he took a shower and ate the dinner you prepared for him. and to make matters even worse, you were laughing at something he told you about. he was clearly frustrated and irritated, and of course, jealous of your little guy friend. when he had enough, he snatched the phone from you, putting it to his ear,

"either you end the call or hear me fuck her dumb and make her scream my name."

— ZARAKI KENPACHI : despite his rough and tough demeanor, poor guy also gets jealous of you spending time with ikkaku and yumichika. he tries his best not to show it as a kenpachi but fails when yachiru notices it. "ken-chan, don't worry, i gor your back!" she giggled happily. she searched around the seireitei and finally found you casually hanging out with yumichika. she walked over to you and held your hand. you raised your brows in surprise when she tugged you to the direction of the squad 11 barracks. she pushed you into zaraki's room, closing it behind her. zaraki sighed, hugging your waist.

"sorry, i kinda felt...jealous but didn't show it because of my status...i'll buy yachiru some treats for helping me."

— ABARAI RENJI : has his zanpakuto ready in its shikai state when you were found talking to ichigo. he angrily stomped over before byakuya stopped him. "they're just friends." he told renji and ordered him to sheathe his zanpakuto. renji grumbled and followed his order, stomping towards you, with a small pout on his face. he kept on giving ichigo glares until he took the signal and left.

"next time i see that piece of shit, i'm making him watch me pound into you."

— ZENIN NAOYA : oh boy, this misogynistic bastard wasn't ready to accept the fact that he was being jealous because his stupidly handsome cousin toji was being nice to you, complete contrast of how naoya usually treats you. toji helped you in the kitchen, he helped you with cleaning and helped you do the laundry. but naoya lost it when toji's arm wrapped around you instinctively as you were about to slip and fall. naoya grumbled, waiting until toji was out of sight. he pulled you by your kimono to his room, slamming you ruthlessly into the bed.

"that bastard crossed the line. might as well show him who this pretty but useless wife belongs to."

— KINJI HAKARI : is chill on the outside but the anger is bubbling within him inside as he watched your yoga instructor from afar being too touchy with you. his let out a low growl when he placed a hand on your hip and squeezed the skin. hakari had enough when the yoga instructor smirked and placed a hand on your inner thigh to "fix your posture," rubbing it sensually. you were too innocent to notice that. in a flash, hakari punched him square on the nose, stomping on the scum's face before leaving with you.

"he doesn't know.who he's messing with. we are finding you a new instructor. this one's gonna be fed to the curses."

— KAMO CHOSO : is a VERY pouty baby. yuji was his brother, yes, but that didn't mean you spend the whole day with him when you met him for the first time. it almost felt as though you and yuji were a couple and choso was the third wheel. after the whole day passed by, you and.choso went back to your shared apartment. he immediately went into the bedroom, snuggling under the xxovers and crying into the pillows. when you went into the bedroom, you noticed what's happening and frowned, rubbing his back and asking him what happened.

"i-i felt so left out today, bub... i-i know yuji is my brother b-but i needed you a-attention..."

— HIGURUMA HIROMI : he sighs once he comes back home after a long day. he put his bag on the coffee table in the living room before going into the kitchen, finding you there with your 2 month old baby, putting her to sleep. higuruma pouted as he wanted you all to himself tonight, but your baby had different plans. it took you great effort to rock her to sleep, eventually putting her in a crib and walking back into the living room, hugging him tightly. he returned the long hug, sighing in content and rubbing your back.

"didn't know i'd be so envious of our own princess, baby..."⁹

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hope yall like it!

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[lu-vin-it]

Luck | 2

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Part 1

Summary: Life with Coryo in the districts is hard.

Pairings: Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Pronouns used: Gn! Use of “Mx.” and “Mxs.”

Word Count: 4,448

Warnings: Death, depression, use of morphling (but only as a pain medication.)

A/N: Okay so pt 2 is here! I am willing to do a part 3, but I wanted to leave that up to you guys cause if I do a part three then there will be a major falling out between Tigris and R, and if you’re anything like @lunatiqez and I, you are probably dreading it. Up to u guys!!

Also thank you to @/lunatiquez and @lemkay-luminary for proofreading! Ilysm!

“Coryo?” You ask as line breaks up. 

“Hm, yes?” You let out a relieved sigh. You hate when you lose connection, because Coryo only gets one call a week, and once it ends, it ends.

“Sorry, you cut out, what were you saying?” 

“It’s fine, I said I miss home.” He pauses with a small sigh. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Coryo. It’s not the same without you.” 

“Sejanus says hello, by the way.” 

You roll your eyes. “Tell him I said hi.” 

Coryo’s laughter fills the line. “I’ll make sure to say it with more enthusiasm.” 

“I’m sorry! I just don’t care for him. Though, I imagine he’s better than the District 12 idiots you have to slum with.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Tigris says she misses you.”

“I miss her too.” 

You hum. “Tessa’s been learning how to play the violin. She’s finally given up on the guitar. Thank goodness for that, too. Ever since Lucy Gray’s interview she’s been non stop playing it, and it’s like nails on a chalkboard. The violin, on the other hand, is gorgeous.” 

“That reminds me, I’ve been going to this bar called The Hob with the other Peacekeepers, and as it turns out, Lucy Gray sings there.” You always knew it was a possibility he’d run into her again, but you hoped it wouldn’t be this soon. 

“Really?” 

“Mhm. She asked about you, and she seemed almost upset when I told her we were together.” 

You smile and bite your lip. “You told her we were together?”

“I tell everyone we’re together.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Wouldn’t want anyone coming for what’s yours, right?” 

You smile, though you have to swallow a lump that forms in your throat. “Yeah.”

You cherish every single phone call you have with Coryo. He’s been gone for a month and a half now, and you miss him dearly. The weekly calls you were able to secure were great, but it’s not the same as seeing him every day. 

You’ve found other ways to fill the void though. You still ate most meals with Tigris and The Grandma’am, but you also started to hang out with your sister more. You brought her shopping with you a few times, and she started playing songs for you as soon as she learned them. 

“Listen, there’s something I need to tell you.” 

You sit up straighter. “What is it?” 

“I think Sejanus is getting into some bad stuff..” You bite back the urge to say ‘Of course he is.’ “He’s been hanging around this guy named Billy Taupe. Whenever I ask about it he changes the subject.” 

“Well considering the arena...” You reply, coolly. 

“My thoughts exactly. What do you think I should do?” 

“Report him.” 

“I don’t have any proof, and I can’t go tell Commander Hoff, because he will tell Sejanus’s parents.”

You curse. “Yeah.. Yeah you’re right. I don’t imagine you have anything to record him with, do you?” 

“No, I don’t think so.” He sighs. “If he gets caught he’ll drag me down with him.” 

“Then make sure he doesn’t get caught.” You can hear a faint buzz from the other side of the line, and you frown knowing it means he has to go. 

“It’s time.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you next week. Goodnight, Coryo. Miss you.”

“Goodnight, I miss you too, Y/N.” The line goes dead and you put the phone on the receiver. The minutes following your phone calls with Coryo are always the loneliest. You hunch over with your hands over your face and sigh. 

You thought everything was perfect when Lucy Gray won The Hunger Games. Now you weren’t sure if anything would go to plan. 

“Y/N?” You glance at your bedroom door to find Tigris looking at you confused. 

“Hey. I forgot you were coming, ‘m sorry.” You rub your face. 

“I always come over on Fridays.” 

“Yeah, I know. I’m really not sure how I forgot.” You're occupied, that’s how. Occupied with the reality that maybe your life isn’t so perfect. 

“Did you just get off of the phone with Coryo?” 

“How’d you guess?” You glance at Tigris, her features haven’t changed much since the dark days. Back then, you dreamed big. You dreamed of a future where you and Tigris had your own fashion line, that you ate however much you wanted, of whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted; and that you were married to Coryo. It was actually Tigris’ idea originally, because she wanted you to be her cousin too. It took about two years after she initially suggested it for it to grow on you, but once it did, you never changed the plan. 

She sits down beside you. “You have that look on your face.” 

“Remember when we used to talk about the future together? How we’d have our own fashion line? Or how I was going to marry Coryo so we could be cousins finally?” 

Tigris laughs. “Yeah, that was forever ago.” 

“Yeah. It was.” 

Your best friend places a hand on your back. “There’s still time.” 

“Twenty years.” You lean into her. “Things are so different.” 

A few days later, on Monday,  you sit in the same spot, with the same red phone in your hand, and dial the same number. 

“Hello?” 

Hearing his voice never fails to put a smile on your face. “Hey Coryo. How’s everything going?” 

“Good actually. I took the Officer’s test yesterday.” 

“Really? That’s amazing, Coryo!” You breathe a laugh. “What happens if you pass it?” 

“If I pass I can start climbing the ranks, if I ever become a commander we could see each other again. Commander Hoff goes to the Capitol for meetings all the time.” 

“Seriously? You might actually get to come here?” Your voice is shakey. 

He laughs a little. “A little less enthusiasm, please.” 

“I’m sorry! I just.. I was coming to terms with the fact that we won’t be able to see each other in twenty years—“ 

“Do you not want to see me?” He interupts.

“Of course I do! Coryo, I’m over the moon.” You laugh. “This is amazing.” 

“I know. Tell Tigris for me?”

“Of course. She’s going to be so happy!” 

He chuckles. “I know. Also.. I got a recording of Sejanus.” 

“How? On what?” 

“Jabber jay. A messed up mutant that Dr. Gaul made. We were caging them when he started telling me about his plans.. so I recorded him, and I sent the bird off with the rest of them.” 

“Where are they being sent?” 

“Back to their creator.” 

“To Dr. Gaul.” 

“Will you tell her to expect something from me?” 

You smile. He trusts you. “Yeah. When’s our next call? I’ll make sure to do it before.” 

“No, I need you to do it now. The Jabber jays will be there tomorrow.”

You widen your eyes. “Okay.. yeah, I can do that.” You glance at the clock on your bedside table, if you’re going across town to speak to Dr. Gaul, you have to do it now. “I have to go now if I’m going to make it.” 

“Oh of course, thank you, N/N.” 

“Always. Miss you.” 

“Miss you too.” You hang up your phone and rush out of your room. 

As you put on your shoes at the front door, Tessa calls out for you. She sits in front of the coffee table beside your Mother in the sitting room.

“Where are you going in such a rush?” 

“I have to speak with Dr. Gaul.” 

Your Mother furrows her brows. “It’s so late. Can’t this wait till the morning?”

You shake your head. “It’ll be too late, it’s about Coryo.” 

Your Mom sighs. She’s known for a long time not to get in between you and the Snow’s, it never ends well. You’re hit with the memory of being fifteen and told that you couldn’t sleep over at their penthouse because your Father was having coworkers over for a big dinner, and in retaliation, pouring out every spice in the kitchen so that all of the food tasted awful. “Okay. I love you.” 

You open the door. “Love you too.”

“Be safe.” You nod and walk out. 

Your driver is waiting for you with your car at the bottom of the stairs. You spend half a second wondering if he just waits there for you, but then shake the thought out of your head. Why should you care? He’s being paid. 

“Take me to the Games’ building. I need to speak with Dr. Gaul.” The driver nods, and you give him a curt smile before lifting the privacy screen. You look out your window, taking in the Capitol. Sure, it was beautiful all the time, but at night, it was something else. The golden lights illuminating the streets, the people dressed to the nines, the dark blue sky that was once filled with stars— though not in your lifetime— now just an empty void with the moon in the middle. You feel compelled to smile as you absorb everything. 

The car slows as it comes to the front of the Games’ building. Your driver rushes out to get your door for you. As you step out, you look at the front doors, where Dr. Gaul stood. 

“Well, if it isn’t Mxs. Coriolanus Snow.” She greets.

You walk up to her. “Dr. Gaul, I’m here to bring you a message.” 

“Oh? And what would that message be?” 

“Listen carefully to the Jabber Jays from 12.” 

She looks at you incredulously. “12? I expect this message is coming from Mr. Snow, then?” 

“It does, but it’d be in your best interest to keep that to yourself.” 

She raises her eyebrows. “Was that a threat, Mx. Rose?” 

“No, of course not. Just… a suggestion.” 

Dr. Gaul smirks, crossing her arms. “It’s not safe to be out alone around this time.” She looks around. “Are you alone?” 

“No, I was driven here.” 

“Well, be driven home. We’re done here, Mx. Rose.” The woman looks you over before walking towards the parking lot. You turn around and walk back to your car, where your driver still stood holding your door open.

The next morning, you get up early and head to the Snow residence. Thankfully, it was the apartment connected to your own, so you didn’t go far. You don’t stop to knock, either, just walking in and going straight to Tigris’s room. 

“T?” You call out as you enter her room. 

“In the bathroom!” You go to your best friend’s bathroom, where she is taking her hair out of rollers. 

“Hello! Don’t you look gorgeous this morning.”

The blonde smiles. “Stop it! I don’t even have all my rollers out yet.” 

You reach up and start pulling one out carefully. “Coryo called me yesterday, he took an officer’s test.” 

“Really? Why’s that?”

“Well since he graduated from The Academy, he can get a job as an officer, and maybe eventually even a commander.” You place the roller down on the counter. “And if he becomes a commander, he’ll be able to make trips here.” Tigris’s neck snaps towards you. “He could see us again, T.” 

“You’re lying.” She shakes her head. 

“I’m telling you the truth, he’ll be able to come back.” 

Tigris grins and wraps her arms around you, pulling you in for a big hug. “This is the best news! I’m so happy!” She squeals, causing you to laugh loudly. Not at her, but with her. You’re both over the moon. 

Later, you and Tigris walk through your favorite fabric shop, your driver trailing behind you with your full cart. You pick a few yards of fabric, and you are still browsing. Tigris also picks out a fabric she likes, so you pile in some of that. 

“Do you think we’ll ever actually start our own line?” 

Not a beat passes before Tigris nods. “I have no doubt that we will.” She gives you a smile. “And you will be married to Coryo, and I will be married to some rich man, and we will be next door neighbors just like we are now but in bigger houses—“

“Don’t you mean mansions? Isn’t that how we always said it?” You ask with a smile.

She rolls her eyes. “The point is, our dreams will come true. I mean, you’re already with Coryo, that dreams come true. Why shouldn’t all of our other ones?” 

You nod, not utterly convinced. “It’s just.. me and Coryo get together, and a day later he’s banished from our home for 20 years. That seems like a sign.. right?” You feel crazy admitting that out loud. You’ve never believed in “signs”, just unfortunate fate, but this one is too big to ignore.

“Maybe it’s a sign that you guys can get through anything. Don’t give up on him, N/N, my cousin is stupid, but he loves you, anyone with eyes can tell you that. He’s not going to let anything get in between you, you shouldn’t either.” You bite your lip and nod. “Plus, when he becomes commander he’ll visit us. You just have to hold on a bit longer.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I love him too— you know that— I guess I’ve just been overwhelmed.” 

Tigris places a hand on your arm. “You don’t have to act like that with me. You can talk to me, N/N, you always have.” Her face is full of concern. 

You smile. “I know. I’m fine, I promise.” 

She smiles and nudges you. “Good! Now,” Tigris hooks your arms together. “What colors should our shop be? I’m thinking orange and red, Tigris and Rose, you know?”

 You grin. “That sounds perfect. Our first line could be fire themed, too.” 

Your best friend gasps. “That’s perfect! I can see the silhouettes now.” 

You give her a knowing look and nod. “Once I get out of University, let’s swear to start.” You offer her your pinky, which she wraps with her own in a swift motion. 

“Deal.” 

You and Tigris went to your home after you were done shopping. You sew for a while, and then eat dinner next door with The Grandma’am. 

You wake up the next morning with a sick feeling. Your gut is yelling at you, and you have no clue why. You lay in bed for half an hour before you get up to find your Mother, thinking that maybe she could give you morphling for the pain, but the second you leave your room, you’re so anxious to get back you feel like you're on the verge of a panic attack. You continue anyway, counting each step to ground yourself. 

It takes you 56 to finally find your Mom. She’s sitting in the library with a book, a different one from last night.

“Y/N? Honey, are you alright? You’re trembling.” Her voice  fills with worry. She immediately comes to her feet and stalks over to you. 

“Yes— Maybe. I don’t know. I-I woke up really.. scared? I need.. something, I don’t know.” You’re not sure you’ve ever sounded so pathetic. You feel so vulnerable. 

“Of course, come, I’ll give you some morphling.” She grabs your hand, and for the first time in a while, you’re grateful she’s so affectionate. She wraps her other arm around your back, and slowly takes you over to the desk in the middle of the library. Your Mother helps you sit down and then starts rummaging through the messy drawers. “I keep some in here for my headaches.” 

You nod. “You read a lot.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

She laughs. “Yeah.. nearly one book a day.” She pulls out a small vial, definitely smaller than what Dean Casca Highbottom drank from. “Bottoms up. It’ll only take a second to kick in.” You take it and quickly swallow the dark liquid, grimacing at the taste. This makes your Mother laugh again. “Better yet?” She asks after a beat.

At first, you go to say no, but then a warm feeling swarms your body and you can no longer feel the terror or vulnerability. “Yes, actually.” You smile. “Thank you, Mother.” You lean down and kiss her cheek, something that leaves your Mom glowing. 

“You’re very welcome. If you ever need any more and you can’t find any, let me know, I have some vials in my room.” You nod and stand up. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” You give her another smile before walking back to your room. As soon as you walk in, your eyes snap to your phone. The bright red plastic phone that has become your favorite thing since Coryo left, yet as you look at it, your heart starts beating fast. You can’t figure out what’s making it beat so fast, probably due to the morphling. 

You shake your head and walk into your closet, everything is red, black, or white. Your shirts, your pants, your shoes. You run your hand over the hanging clothing. You stop on your favorite shirt, pulling it out, and then grabbing pants that look the best with the white top. After you change, you toss your pajamas into the hamper, and then grab a pair of shoes, before walking into your room. You set the shoes down beside your sewing desk which you sit in front of. You start going through your notebook to find a design to work on. 

Hours pass, and before you know it, it's dark out. You stop sewing when you hear your Dad come home, a clear sign it’s 7:15, since he never comes any earlier or later. You slip on your shoes and stand up to stretch. With a sigh, you gaze at the dress you’re working on. It’s going to be beautiful when it’s done. You plan to give it to Tessa, thinking that the purple on the trim would compliment her skin. You pull it over your mannequin and pin it in place. 

You’re admiring your work in full scale when your phone starts ringing and your stomach drops again. You can tell that this is it. This is the reason you’ve been so anxious. You walk over and pick up the phone. 

“Hello?” You can hear music in the background, and lots of voices. The call is obviously being made from a public place.

“Y/N?” It’s Coryo. 

You smile. “Hey! How’re you calling so early? I thought that you could only call onc—“

“Listen very carefully, okay? I don’t have much time, so I need you to listen. Okay?” His voice trembles. 

You furrow your brows. “Okay.” 

“The rebels Sejanus was helping bought guns with the money he gave them. Last night, I had to shoot two of them.” You gasp. “One of them was the mayor's daughter.” 

“Oh Coryo..”

“And this morning Sejanus was hung for treason.”  You widen your eyes. 

“What?”

“The other rebel hid the guns, but if they find them, I’m dead, Y/N.” Tears pool in your eyes. “So.. I have to go.” His voice breaks. “Lucy Gray and I are leaving at dawn.” 

Something inside of you breaks. Your stomach hurts, you feel nauseous, and tears are falling from your eyes faster than you can stop them. You sit down on your bed. “Coryo.. What do you mean?” He doesn’t answer. “What do you mean?” Nothing. “Coryo?” Your voice breaks. 

“I’m so sorry.” Pain laces his voice. “I want things to be different. I want to be there with you, but Sejanus messed everything up, N/N. I’m sorry.”

“Y-You can’t… What about Tigris? The Grandma’am?” Your lungs feel heavy. 

“You’ll take care of them, I know you will.” 

A sob racks your body. “I-I can’t.. Coryo, please.”

“I love you.” The line clicks and you fall forward onto the ground. Sobs rack your body, one after one, until you can’t take it anymore, and you just scream. He’s gone. Coriolanus Snow, the man you thought you would marry, the man you grew up with, the man you loved more than anything, is gone. 

You don’t know how long it is before your parents run into your room and fall to your sides. You can’t hear them over your heart pounding in your ears. You can’t catch a breath, either. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a servant ushering Tessa away. For a moment, you feel bad she’s witnessed you like this, but then you remember why you’re like this in the first place, and it doesn’t seem so important. You hold onto the phone tighter as you curl into the fetal position. Your Mother lays her body over yours, and your Father runs off. 

You stay like that for a while, you think. Just curled up under your Mother, screaming and hyperventilating. Coryo is your everything, and with one phone call, your world is shattered.  

Your Mother moves and Tigris crouches beside you, helping you to sit. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” 

No. No. You shake your head. The realization that you have to tell everyone is deafening. You stare at Tigris through your tears, the memories of the three of you together crushing you. You clutch your chest with your free hand before bringing your knees up to it. “Coryo..” Is all you can mumble. 

Her face drops. “What about Coryo? Is he okay?”

You nod, not wanting her to worry while you gather the strength to say more. “He’s..” You swallow a lump down. “Leaving.” Suddenly, you can hear a pin drop in the room. Everyone stopped moving, stopped breathing. 

“What?” 

You hold up your phone. “He called.. said he had to go.” 

A tear falls down Tigris’ face. “Did he say why?”

“No.” Is your immediate answer. Maybe it's a little obvious you’re lying, given the speed, but no one presses further. 

“So what.. he’s just going to try his hand at surviving out there?” She brings a hand to her forehead. “He knows nothing about the woods.” 

“Lucy Gray is with him.” Normally you’d be mad she was able to be so close to him, but honestly, you were happy he at least has her, a shot at surviving out there. 

Tigris seems confused. “They’re running away together?” 

Hurt swells in your stomach again. Were they? Was everything Coryo said to you a lie? You break down crying again. You’re disappointed about it, you hate crying, but it was foolish to think you were done mourning the love of your life after one good cry. “It’s not like that.” You shakily explain to her. “He wouldn’t—“ You interrupt yourself with a sob. Tigris wraps her arms around you and pulls you into her. You both lean back against your bed, holding each other, and crying. 

Hours later, Tigris sleeps peacefully beside you, her arm draped across your stomach. You were turned on your side, facing her, and quietly crying. As you look at her, you note all the similarities between her and Coryo. You think about how you will never get to see him grow old, how he will never become the President of Panem, how you will never get married to him.

You fall asleep sometimes around midnight, you dream of a life with Coryo. 

The next day, you stay curled up in your bed as Tigris goes to work. You get out of bed a few times to use the bathroom, but you have all your meals brought to you. Though, you barely eat anything. A few bites but that was it. You went in and out of consciousness, crying for a moment every time you woke back up to reality. You aren’t sure how you can sleep as much as you are right now. It seems impossible. But you do.

You hear your Father come home, and deja vu hits you like a brick. You glance at the clock, 7:23. 8 minutes late. Weird. You close your eyes again, hoping for more sleep, for more dreams of Coryo. But moments after, your bedroom door is opened and shut without a knock. You glance at the door and the breath is knocked out of you. It’s Coryo. 

He rushes over to you and scoops you up in his arms. “I’m so sorry.” 

“I don’t.. Coryo?” You start crying again, thinking that he has to be a hallucination. A sick trick your own mind is playing on you. “You’re not here.” You bury your face in the crook of his neck. It smells sort of like him, though. This is a really, really good trick. 

“I am, I’m here. I’m not leaving you again.” He pulls away from the hug and holds your face in his hands, a gesture so normal it hurts. “I’m here, okay?” 

You surge forward and kiss him, you can’t make up what you feel when you’re kissing him, joy like that can’t be forced, so when you feel it, you know he’s there. You gape at him when you pull away. “But I thought you had to leave?” You ask, forming a small smile, though tears still fell down your cheeks.

“I found the guns and destroyed them. And I passed the officer’s test.” He hesitates. “Yesterday Commander Hoff offered me a spot in district 2, I went back and took it. They sent me here instead and Dr. Gaul met me at the train station. She’s going to tell everyone I was in 12 as part of my internship.”

“Internship?” 

He nods. “Dr. Gaul offered it to me. I start next week.”

Your smile widens. “That’s.. I don't even have words, Coryo.” 

He smirks slightly. “Well, good thing we don’t need words.” He leans down and kisses you again. It's a long, sweet, kiss that you savor. When he pulls away, you’re left wanting more. “I meant what I said when I called you. I love you.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach, the ones only he can cause. 

You grin and wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you too.” You finally take him in, his  appearance has changed slightly. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with gray cargo pants, and his beautiful blonde curls have been buzzed. You bring a hand up to his scalp. “Your curls!” 

“I know, weird, right?” He smiles and brings a hand up to his head too. 

“A little bit, but you look so handsome anyways, I can hardly be sad.” You bring him in for another kiss, your favorite thing to do ever since the first one he gave you. 

For the first time in months, you don’t doubt that everything is okay. 

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

liz i miss you :((( i keep saying i have to message you and then getting distracted (as per usual 🙄) i can't wait for the semester to end so that i can actually have a life again!

for theme night, can i request number 26 with joel please? <3

I love you sweetheart, message me anytime, whenever you're free :)

Also bestie, I'm writing this way way way after my theme night and can't remember what number 26 was lol so I hope you'll take this as is.

"Hello?" He answers the phone with a gruff sigh and my cheeks warm at the sound of his husky voice, a smile spreading across my face at the sound.

"Hi Joel." I coo but he scoffs and I can hear him shuffling on the other end of the line.

"What do you want?" His question makes my stomach drop, though probably not intended to come out so harsh, it did and it makes my heart sink nonetheless.

"Ouch, not happy to hear from me?" I ask with a sudden lull to my voice and I hear him curse, and I can picture him rubbing his forehead in annoyance and sighing a much-needed breath.

"Sorry, it's been a long day and- Sarah, go to sleep already, damnit." I hear him bat the girl away as she giggles, calling out my name through the receiver and I giggle, slapping a hand across my lips at the sound of her teasing her father for speaking to me this late.

"Need me to come over and make you feel better?" I ask and he shushes me before going back to talking to Sarah, practically begging her and bribing her to go to sleep already.

"Don't start with that." He mutters into the phone and I smirk, twirling the phone cord between my fingers as I play dumb, something I know he loves though he'll always act like he hates it.

"Start with what?"

"Behave." He groans and I fall back onto the bed with an oof, hoping and begging that he'll tell me to come over, even though he's acting like it's the last thing he wants to be bothered with.

"I'm doing nothing."

"You're doin' a whole lotta talkin'." He laughs, the first genuine sign of happiness that I've managed to pull from him all night and all day of texting and I smile, knowing that his frustration from earlier was just that, frustration at something else.

"What would you rather my lips be doing?" I ask and there's a pause, the line humming with static as he thinks of something to say.

"Hush." He whispers with a sigh and I bite at my lip, waiting, knowing that if he's going to ask me to come over, it's going to be now. "Leave in twenty, I'll make sure Sarah's asleep."

"See you then, tough guy." I'm jumping out of bed as soon as the line cuts and, with a huge smile on my face, I gather my clothes for tomorrow, snatching my toothbrush out of the bathroom before I'm out the door.

#joel #joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us fic #joel miller x y/n

[barcaavengers]

Illicit Affairs || Neymar Jr. || Pt. 1

Note: I'm baaaack! With another Neymar imagine series! This one is going to have a little bit of everything so I hope you all enjoy it and let me know your feedback! It starts off slow since its like a mini introduction but it should pick up after that. Also, requesting permission to change my name to Bruna since this man only dates girls with that name. 😅

Warnings: None for now.

Disclaimer: Gif not mine. Credit to owner.

“Cover me!” Neymar screams into his headset at you.

“Where the hell are you going!? There is people there, I barely have bullets!”

“Let’s goooo” Neymar is laughing and you laugh with him. 

You have met Neymar quite a few months ago now. You were friend of one of his best friends and you two met through him and Call of Duty games. It was a time where they needed a fourth person for the squad and your best friend mentioned you, making the clarification that, of course, you were a girl. Not many guys liked to play with girls, and less one that could kick their ass in video games, but the guys were pretty fun and welcomed you into their squad. That’s when you got to play with Neymar Jr. himself and you were over the moon, because honestly who wouldn’t? Yes, you followed him in social media way before, and never actually met him, it was all through your headset and it was enough for you guys to have a connection. Well, a love hate relationship. Sometimes you criticized the weapons he used, he would criticize your tactics during the game, but you two would get along just fine and you loved it. He was funny, he would scream and curse in most games and for some reason that would always make your day. It was the highlight of your day truth to be told, you would look forward to it. 

“I told you not to go! I was recharging!” You laugh.

“Fine, fine” he chuckles as he goes back to the game’s lobby. “What happened?” “Bruna is here. I gotta go before she starts complaining that I have been playing all day” you can almost hear the roll of his eyes through his words. “Oooh, you busted” you tease. “Yeah, whatever” he chuckles. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Same time tomorrow if you feel like listening to me.”

“Ha! Never. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I’ll text you.” 

You disconnect your headset and turn off the console and you sigh. Tomorrow couldn’t get here soon enough. 

“So I will be taking some small vacations, and I told Y/B/F to join. Thought maybe it would be a good idea to meet up? Need to know who is being so bossy with me through headsets” he teases and you find yourself smiling. 

“Sounds fun, I’m in!” You grin. “I can finally talk with Bruna and tell her how annoying you are and that you spend many hours playing.”

“She is not coming” you can sense the change in his tone. 

“Everything alright?” 

One thing you have been since meeting Neymar, besides his biggest rival, is his confidant. You could hear how sometimes Bruna would call him out on playing all day, or him asking her freely to join him in something and her saying no because she had bigger plans, or how he would refuse to go out with her friends because he wanted to go out with his, and there was always a slight tension. You would prefer for him to mute it, and you even told him once, but he says he forgets about it since most of the times it happens when you guys are playing an important match. 

The invitation had you slightly nervous, and you didn’t know how to feel about it. In a way, you were thrilled from finally meeting Neymar, face to face. The other part was nervous, he would like your posts and send you heart eyes whenever you posted photos of yourself, and he would tell you how good you looked. You would always take it in a friendly way, and didn’t pay much attention to it or saw it as something more than a compliment, but sometimes you wondered how you’d react around him. So many days playing together over the past months have made you get fonder of him, he was like a long distance best friend and you liked that relationship. Never looking forward to moving past that. 

“We can talk later about that” he says and you hear someone calling his name from the other end. “I have to go, but I’ll send you the information, okay partner?”

“Sounds good to me!” And with that you disconnect once again. 

“So you are the pain in my ass that doesn’t cover” Neymar greets you as he hugs you, you were now at your best friend’s place. 

“So you are the one that doesn’t listen” you say, trying to keep your voice from shaking of how nervous you were. Your heart was trying to beat its way out of your chest, and you hoped he wasn’t able to feel it as he hugged you. 

“Alright, settle you two. I’ll go get some drinks because I thought you’d be staying at a fancy hotel and we’d get hotel rooms” your friend teases and you laugh at him. 

“Thanks, bro” Neymar says, looking after your friend as the door shuts down. “Did you bring the extra controller?”

You pull your controller out of your bag, holding it with a grin. “Ready to get your ass kicked?” He laughs and opens his own bag to get his controller out, walking over to turn on the console and pulling two chairs in front of the tv for you guys to play. 

“You can’t be serious” you say with a roll of your eyes. “This is like a stress reliever for you. She can’t just tell you to stop playing.”

“I know” his tone was annoyed. “Bruna…I love her and all but lately we are not on the same page. We haven’t been in a while. You have heard some of it” he pauses. “She is not the same, she is just there when there is something big or when she wants to show me off to her friends. I mean, I’m not giving myself an ego boost or anything, but I feel she asks me out for her things because I am popular and, I know she is too, but it's just…It doesn’t feel right anymore, you know?” He frowns. 

“That always happens. Difference of interests. I’m sure you can work things out. Breaking up like that just because of misunderstandings doesn’t sound like a way to go. Just talk to her about how you feel, if she truly cares for you and your feelings I’m sure she’d understand” you pat his arm and he smiles. 

“You know, I’ve always liked talking to you, Y/N” your cheeks blush at his words. “You are always so positive, funny, and know exactly what to say. Sometimes we think alike.”

“Except for the game.”

“Your fault. If it would’ve been for me we would’ve already won these past five matches” he teases and shoves you playfully. “No, but I mean what I said” he gives you that smile. 

“Oh get a room with your compliments, Junior” you shove him back. “I really like playing with you too, even if you annoy me like hell” you smile back. 

“Can I tell you something? And you won’t find it weird?” Oh, definitely not weird, but your heart felt like it would burst from your chest in any minute now. “Since I started to follow you on instagram I thought you were beautiful.” Your cheeks felt way too hot and you thanked that you guys were playing in a dark room where the only light was the tv. Should you really be thankful for being with Neymar in a dark room while he was telling you how pretty you were while you were nervous and with this one urge tickling your thoughts?

“So if it weren’t for that, you would’ve thought I was just a nerd with glasses behind the game?”

“You are a nerd with glasses though” he reaches to shake your glasses. Okay, touche.

“Whatever” you roll your eyes playfully and press the start option in the game as you reach to take a sip from your bottle of water. “Where the hell is this guy with our drinks anyway?” You turn to look at the door as you drink. 

“Y/N, can I kiss you?” You have to hold back to not spit the water you were drinking, and because of that you started to cough uncontrollably. “Hey, no. Don’t die on me. I need you to revive me during the game” he is patting your back as you try to regain yourself. 

“I’m fine” you cough and gulp at least three times as you recover. “What did you just ask?”

“If I could kis-”

“Oh I heard you loud and clear, mister” you say nodding your head. 

“So?”

“So?”

“You are acting out because you are having problems with her.”

“Or maybe it is what I have wanted since I saw your pictures and since I walked through that door” and when you look at him, of course his eyes were eyeing you up and down and staring at your lips. 

“Neymar…”

“Come on, no one has to know…We can spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to kiss the other” he is being playful now to redeem himself. How cute. 

“Just the two of us?”

“Just the two of us.”

“Doesn’t sound like a fair thing” you smirk and he chuckles, leaning closer. 

“Not hearing a no…” Oh God he is so close. You can smell the peppermint from the gum he was probably chewing on his way to your friend’s place. He was hypnotizing. His hazel eyes gazing at you, his tongue running along his lower lip almost tasting you already on them, and you found yourself doing the same. 

“Just one” you give in. Damn, you are surprised you lasted this much. 

He smiles like a little kid, biting his lower lip before leaning forward. His lips pressed against yours in the most innocent way possible, and they did have a hint of the peppermint taste. You try to regulate your breathing because you were sure he could sense how nervous you were and you didn’t want him to boost his ego more, but how could you resist? Your lips part and he takes the initiative to deepen the kiss, and you melt right into it. His hand goes to the side of your neck, fingertips resting on the back of it as he held you in place. The one kiss was lasting longer than you expected, lips moving slowly as he savored the moment, and so did you. 

“Mmm…” you hear him groan and you pull away slowly. “That was…”

“Yuup…Not just one kiss…”

“Kinda was. I didn’t stop-” you glare at him and he just gives you a cheeky grin. “Did you…like it?” Out of all the things you could hear Neymar Jr. ask, you never expected for it to be him asking you if you enjoyed kissing him. 

“Kinda obvious since I didn’t pull away” you admit shamelessly and you instantly regret it, because that’s when you realized you may have had a crush on this one far deeper than him just being your first football crush. He didn’t need to know that though. 

“Would need some proof” he reaches for your hand, fingertips grazing your skin causing goosebumps to stand out as he gets a hold of your controller and bends slightly to the side to put it down along with his. 

“Seriously?”

He is so unbelievably close…and that smile, those eyes…You have never seen someone so perfect up close. And you find yourself leaning in again, this time you are the one to tease him running your tongue along his lips. It felt…right, in a way. It felt like you have been secretly waiting for this moment your whole life but you just truly realized you had suppressed the feelings for so long and now they were being freed. Terrible timing. Or was it? Maybe all of this was happening for a reason. Him being away from Bruna, him staying at your friend’s place, said friend taking forever with the drinks. Maybe…just maybe…

“Sorry, I got stuck in traffic” you hear as the door starts to open and you both breakaway from each other and quickly start shoving on each other.

“I told you to wait for me!”

“I told you there were two teams there!”

“You were sniping them!”

“....I guess it is a bad timing? I got the drinks though” your friend says and raises the six packs of beer and you two turn to look at him. 

“Finally. I’m thirsty” Neymar says and looks at you, sending a wink your way and you are sure your cheeks have never turned a brighter shade of pink. 

“Well then come and pour something up” your friend says.

Neymar looks at you, a cheeky smirk upon his lips as he stands up. “Thank God you arrived. I could barely stand her by myself” he says as he walks away. 

“Like if you were so easy to handle” you say and laugh, following the guy.

The rest of the night goes that way. Games and Neymar looking at you every now and then, being charming as only he knew how to be, as subtle as he could because, let’s be honest, the guy couldn’t stop looking at you in any chance he got and you were surprised your friend hasn’t made a comment about it. You get to know that he will be staying at a place he rented, so he was leaving and not actually staying. 

It was late at night and you were already at your apartment getting ready for bed when you got the message. 

Neymar: Can we see each other tomorrow?

Neymar: That kiss was….wow. 

Neymar: I’m starting to think it was a bad idea.

You have to blink a couple of times to understand what was going on. Was he….was Neymar flirting with you? You didn’t know how to react. In a way, he is with Bruna, right? He was complaining about her, but what relationship doesn’t complain about the other and has their rough patches? On the other hand, he seemed so serious when he said he didn’t like the way he was being treated in the relationship and how things didn’t feel the same way. Yes, you told him to fix things, to talk with Bruna, but he said he had already tried and that things only changed for a few weeks or months before they were back to square one. 

Not sure if it were your feelings and the kiss getting in the way of your thoughts, but maybe he should get a break. If he doesn’t like where he is at, then it is time for him to move on. If he had given it all and saw no changes, why stay with a person that it's just there, but not exactly there? 

Y/N: You finally realize your ideas are bad ideas?

Y/N: What did you have in mind? I work tomorrow. 

How could something feel so right and so wrong at the same time?

Neymar: I can pick you up. I just got a rental. I don’t want to bother Y/B/F to drive me around, and I didn't feel like driving three hours with my own. 

Y/N: Alright...I’ll send you the address and what time to pick me up. 

Too many ways that this could end up, and something told you that it was going to hurt the most. 

Neymar: See you tomorrow, princess. 

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[nicohischierz]

https://www.tumblr.com/nicohischierz/731303303596703744/anyone-have-ideas-for-nico-x-devs-reader-against

Maybe something about Devs player starting to feel left out because she’s out for the season and like Nico and the boys are purposefully leaving her out of team things. Nico’s also focused on getting the team aligned for the start of the season and so he’s starting to spend a lot more time at the rink/ with the team. She feels like Nico doesn’t understand all that she’s had to “give up” because of the pregnancy and it turns into a fight between the two of them.

at the start, you knew they didn't mean to do it intentionally. they didn't mean to leave you out of things.

it started off with nico not wanting to upset you by inviting the team over to talk about the games.

but after a while, it became him just flat-out avoiding you and the topic of hockey. whenever he came back late he'd say he was at the rink or with the guys.

the only person who came around from the team was luke. otherwise, mat would come for a visit and take you to long island whenever the devils were on a road trip.

amanda had come over to visit with lucas but hearing the boy talk about how much he looked up to you, made you break down even more.

your feelings towards being left out didn't help the fact that the team had lost on their last road trip. which meant that nico was even more agitated.

"where are you going?" you asked him.

"training." he replied curtly.

you just nodded.

he'd only been home for less than an hour and he was already trying to leave the house.

"is it because of me?" you whispered.

nico stopped in his tracks and looked at you briefly before shaking his head.

"look, i'm just stressed with the team's performance. we can talk about this when I come back," he hummed, giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"you're stressed?"

you laughed at him.

"i am fucking stressed nico. i gave up everything i've worked for to have this child! you don't even want to talk about potential names or anything,"

nico tried to speak but you shut him up.

"ever since the season has started you haven't as much as spoken to me about the baby or how I'm feeling. i am done nico," you ranted.

"i'm done staying in this house alone wondering if I'm enough for you to come back home," you whispered.

nico tried coming to give you a hug but you shoved him off.

"y/n/n, look i have to go for practice but we will talk about this when I come back," he promised.

you scoffed and picked up a pillow, throwing it at him as he left your apartment.

"fuck you nico hischier!" you yelled.

nico stopped at the door and turned to you.

"god damn it y/n. i don't need your shit on top of everything else i have to deal with. why don't you just fucking calm down and leave me alone then," he spat.

"are you kicking me out? you're pregnant girlfriend, you're going to kick her out?" you asked rhetorically.

"then fucking have the apartment y/n. honestly, I'll just stay with one of the guys fucking hell," he cursed.

you started crying and threw another pillow at him.

"i fucking hate you and i never want to see you again!" you yelled one last time.

"i hate you too!" nico yelled back.

jack was sent to retrieve nico's things after practice but instead of the sounds of you moving around the apartment he was left with silence and a note saying that you were gone

#nico hischier x player!reader #nicohischierz writes #nico hischier blurb

[angiehasakitten]

-`♡´- NOT A ROMANTIC PARADISE  

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ CHAPTER 2  ~   THAT'S A SHAME

{ WHAT TO KNOW }➤  This is HEAVILY inspired by the bl manhwa “No Love Zone” in which the main character ( fem!reader) is a newbie at the company. She has the worst luck in the romance department and always ends up heartbroken. That's when she sees Kamo Choso, who is her total type, but turns out to be her new boss and enemy… 

{ CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN }➤ Language, use of alcohol, bit of angst

{ WORD COUNT }➤ 3.1 K 

{ OTHER THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND }➤ I'll only be writing in 2nd person pov, so there won't be anything like y/n. Also this is based on my personal preferences so i'm sorry if it disappoints. Whenever something like “this is hsown” it indicates the readers toughts. 

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“ I think I just met the man of my dreams…”  is all you can think of at the moment. 

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In whom you soon find out , Kamo Choso, also known as your new boss/ team-manager, requests a task from you. You get straight to work without hesitating. Once you have finished drafting, writing, and reviewing your sheet, you walk over to his desk with a soft smile as you hand him your assignment. “All finished mr. Kamo!” You say proudly.  He briefly glances at the sheet before crumpling it up and tossing it into the trash, “Try it again, i don't like it,” He said, not even looking at you as he dismisses you away. 

You sigh as you redo the sheet another time. The response was a simple, “Again.” 

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“I expected more from you.”  He gives you a stern look.

You were on the verge of snapping at him, but ,thankfully, you controlled yourself. 

His previous words replayed in your mind as he tossed the paper back to you. 

You mentally scream, cry, rage, kill yourself even as you walk to your desk and sink right back into the chair you’ve been in for the past 5 hours working on the same thing.

 Choso was already having you work overtime, not letting you leave until you finish. 

“That fucking piece of shit!”

“Son of a bitch!” 

“ I swear to fucking god im gonna murder this man’s handsome face in his sleep!”

“I'm quitting this useless shitty job!”

These are all the things you thought as you aggressively  started typing away, cursing him from afar as you watched him smiling and laughing with the other employees while he had you working your ass off. 

Mostly, you curse your own self for falling for handsome faces like his, for how your heart keeps fluttering each time he speaks to you. 

What the hell is wrong with you? This guy is a total dick in his personality!

 In a while, Shoko and Suguru walk over to you to say goodbye as they leave. 

How the fuck was this fair when you were the only one having to work so late?!

 Satoru already left a while back for another one of his stupid dates.

 You were so frustrated that you didn't even realize you fell asleep. 

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Your eyes flutter open slowly, hearing the sound of your name being called out quietly in your ear, the feeling of someone shaking you awake ever so gently. 

You grunt slightly as you sit up slowly, looking over to see who it was waking you up.

 All you see is the most beautiful face right in front of you, just inches away as he speaks to you, his voice coming out lower than expected. 

“You must be very tired. Are you alright?” He asked, having such a soothing look on his face. 

You feel your face heat up as you stammer over your words “ o-oh, no.. I’m all good!”  

“When did I even fall asleep? And isn't this a little too close?” You thought to yourself as you leaned away a bit. 

He looks over at the half-done assignment he was making you do. “Are you still here because of the task I gave you?” He asked as his gaze returned back to yours.

 You hum in response and nod. “ I’m almost done. If i finish it by today, I’ll be able to submit it by tomo-” 

He then cuts you off. “Good work. This will do.” He says with a small smile.

“p-pardon..?” you ask completely caught off guard.

 “You may go home now. You must be so tired from working so late.” He explains, as if he did a full 180 in his behavior  in the matter of an hour.

He places his hand on your shoulder and gently pats it. “ I’ll tie up all the loose ends.”  He dismisses.

 All your brain could come up with was “huh?” 

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You toss and turn in your bed, rethinking back to a few hours prior where all the events happened with Choso.

 “What the hell was that..?!” You huff as you grumble in frustration. 

“Did that guy seriously make my heart flutter..?” You spoke to yourself. “Just because he was actually a little nice?” 

You scream into your pillow and kick your feet as you let your frustration and confusion out. 

You huff a bit as you continue your rant to yourself. “I mean… even if he is my type, still…” You mutter, a mental image of when previously his face was so close to yours appears in your head.  

You shut your eyes as you roll around in your bed, squealing and blushing like some middle school girl. 

 “Okay, he is my type for sure!” You sigh as you think a little more.

 “His face is no sin..” You mutter as you hug your pillow. “The problem with that crazy bastard lies in his personality..” You grumble. 

“What am I even thinking? I’m probably just getting weirder because of how tired I am.” 

You whine as you sink your face into the pillow you held. 

“By the way… that little boyfriend of mine hasn’t contacted me in the past days claiming he is ‘busy’.“ You scoff. 

“Does he expect me to text him first?! “ You grumble as your brows furrow. 

“Whatever, I still have work in the morning, let's just not think about this.“ You sigh as you slowly drift to sleep. 

It seemed that  you forgot about one thing for a moment… you have the most rotten luck when it comes to realationships. 

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As you finally had a bit of free time, due to finishing all the tasks that were due, you were called over by Choso. 

“What could he possibly need?”

“Did he realize that he is head over heels for me?”

“Is he gonna propose to me?” 

“Is he about to bend me over his table and-” 

You quickly shake off all those thoughts to compose yourself as you walk over to his desk. He looks you up and down before sighing and showing you the task from earlier this morning. 

“The statistical data on this is very lacking..”  He begins with a sigh. “Although this would’ve been great if you were doing a college assignment…” Choso looks at you in such a cold way as he hands your work back to you. “Please revise it again.’’

You put on a fake little smile as you nod, trying to control your emotions. “Okay…” You say with gritted teeth, and walk back to your desk, cursing him out in your thoughts. 

“I must’ve been mad for falling for this guy’s stupid face!” You grumble under your breath. 

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“AARGH-! How come I'm the only one getting treated this way?!” You whine to Satoru and Suguru as they help hold up your drunken body. 

“Do I look easy to ya? Huh? HUH?! Kamo Chose, you little asshole!” You start kicking your feet in frustration.

 Satoru was recording your little stunt while laughing like a maniac. 

“ We’re the same age, don’t you dare act all high and mighty over me!!!” You grumble in rage.

You hear Suguru say your name with a sigh, “She’s really drunk.” He then nudges your arm with a good amount of force, making you stumble a bit. 

“I told you not to drink so much, didn’t I?”  He scolds, “Snap out of it! I don’t have time to babysit you as well.” 

Satoru finally puts his phone away as his attention now goes to you. “Alright, settle down. What’s your address?” He asked you, making sure you get home safe under his supervision. 

“Home?” You pout. “I can still go for a round.. *hic* … 2!” You begin to try to drag them to a new bar. “I won't be coming back to work tomorrow!” You exclaim as you hiccup again. 

Satoru starts laughing again. “What do you mean you're not going to work?  C’mon! Let’s get your drunkass home~” He says as he pokes your side, making you squirm and giggle from the ticklish sensation. 

“I told you, I’m not drunk!” You try to explain but your words slur as you feel your eyes dropping as well. “..and i'm not going to…work… ”  You trail off as you come to a halt from  the view before you…

Toji was walking side by side, smiling and giggling with another woman, as well as a baby in his arms that looked very  identical to him and the woman… 

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You stare blankly at your computer the next day at work. The hangover headache mixed with the bad feeling of finding out your boyfriend was cheating on you, let alone potentially having a kid with a different woman?  Let’s just say it didn't feel good for you at all.

“Seriously… why does this only happen to me?” you thought to yourself as you rested your chin on your palm.

  You already assumed he was cheating, but seeing it right in front of you, just like that, doesn’t feel any good at all. 

You snap back to reality as you hear Suguru’s voice calling your name. You turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow as you hum in curiosity. “hm?”

“What are you doing? It’s already lunch break, you coming with us?” Suguru asks as he points his thumb at Shoko and Satoru who were waiting for the two of you beside the door. 

You give him a small smile for the acknowledgment as you decline by shaking your head. “I’m feeling a little nauseous. Go ahead without me today.” you say as you look back at your screen.

Suguru scoffs as he begins his scolding. “It’s because of how much you drank last night! I knew you’d feel bad the next day!” 

You just roll your eyes at his nagging. “Yeah, Yeah, I get it.” 

“You want me to get you a drink though?” He offers. 

“Nah, don’t bother, I’m better without anything.” You dismiss as he nods. 

“ Alright, see you later, call me if you change your mind.” He flicks your head before walking away. 

You wait for them to completely leave before you exhale and clench your fist. “That fucking bastard! I should’ve known from the moment he started begging for my money!”  You smack your head a few times. 

“After using me, that fucking asshole dares cheat on me?”  You scoff and shake your head, “Is it even considered cheating on me if he is cheating on a different woman with me?!”  You plop your head down on your desk as you sulk. “To call him trash is an insult to garbage…” 

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You stare intensely at the screen in front of you, the search bar reading ‘How do I kill someone and not get caught?’. All google gave you was a service line to seek help. You grumble as you slam your hand on your desk. 

“I should really just kill him and then kill myself! Wait- no I can't do that… What if there are hot guys out here that I haven't met yet?” You mumble to yourself. 

Little did you know, Choso was standing behind you with an amused smirk as he watched you fume in frustration. 

 “What are you looking so intensely at?” He calls your name. 

His sudden voice makes you quickly straighten your posture as you turn your chair to look at him. “Nothing! Nope! Nothing at all!” You say with a nervous smile. 

He looks at you for a second before speaking. “You should really get some lunch, it isn’t healthy to skip meals.”  

“Oh, no thank you! I’m not hungry mr. Kamo!” You say, shaking your head.   You turn back to your screen to exit from whatever you were looking at. 

He scoffs to himself and he walks closer to you and begins to lift you off your seat, making you gasp slightly as you feel your heart race. 

“ S-sir?” You question, trying to get out his grip. “What the hell? Is he trying to show off how strong he is just because he might work out a little?”

“I said it wasn’t good to skip meals.” He said your name again as he dragged you out of your seat. 

He finally lets go of you when you’re off your chair.   You back up a bit from him. 

“It.. it’s really fine-” You explain. “I had a good breakfast..” You add before you see the tiny frown on his face. 

“You’ll come with me, won’t you?” He asks, it sounded more like a demand, but still. 

Your heart literally felt like it was about to jump out of your body. How could you decline such a perfect oppertonity? 

“Ah.. I guess I'm a bit hungry…” You begin, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly. “I suppose I'll go with you today.” You say with a small smile, which he returns back to you as he smiles as well. 

“That’s great!” He says as he begins to walk out the office, waiting for you to follow behined. 

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You regret the desicion  you made as soon as he led you into a fancy steak house. How the hell were you gonna pay for this ‘rich people shit’?  You fidget with your nails as you look at the well prepared meals coming to your table. 

Choso leans back in his seat as he analyzes you. “It’s quite nice weather today, isn’t it?”  He decides to be the one to break the awkward silience. 

You nod as you chuckle awkwardly. “Ah yes, it is quite warm, good weather to be outside!”  You begin yapping.

 “You look like you play sports, I’m surprised you’re sitting so still.” You add as you look at him and put on a forced smile. “Must be difficult for you then, mr.Kamo..?”

“And here I am on the verge of dying due to overwork because of you!” You think to yourself, crying mentally. 

“It really does make me want to go somewhere.” He smiles. “On the other note, I apologize for all the hard work I've put on you!” 

You quickly shake your head and wave your hands in front of you. “Oh no, no, don’t be sorry! It’s because I'm still lacking in many aspects!” You dismiss. 

“Son of a bitch, so aware about giving me a hard time…”  You grumble to yourself as you imagine how satisfying  it would be to hit him repeatedly. 

“I promise to work harder and do a better job in the future!” You say while clenching your fist. 

He looks at you for a moment before slightly tilting his head, calling your name. “Can I ask you something?” His smile drops a bit, face now neutral.   

You nod and look at him as if you were interested in what he had to say. “Oh please do!” 

“Fuck off you bastard!” Is what you wish you could've told him.

He clears his throat and makes intense eye contact with you. “You look a little familiar, have we met somewhere before?” He asks, awaiting for an answer. 

You instantly think of when you first saw him at the subway, he was talking about that moment, you assumed.

 “Uhh… I’m not too sure about that..” You lie through your teeth, as if you weren’t gawking over the man the first time you laid your eyes on him. 

He nods as he looks away from you. “I see… I guess I mistook you for someone.” 

You gulp and nervously chuckle as you nod in agreement. “Was I being too obvious? Jeez, what a scary guy..”  You think to yourself. 

“Well that’s a shame..” He begins as he looks at you once more. “I was quite looking forward to it.” 

“what…?”  is all you could think of as your heart raced. 

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You lay in your bed as you hug your pillow and think about the previous event. 

“What the hell was that? What does he mean ‘what a shame?” isn’t that a bit much to say just out of politeness?” You thought to yourself aloud. 

Your eyes widen at a sudden thought. “N-no way…” You mutter as your face burns up.

 “Does- He doesn’t like me or something, does he?” You scream into the pillow you held as you kick your feet, overwhelmed with emotions. 

You sit up on your bed as you can’t help but smirk. “Childish bitch…” You begin. “That’s why he’s been giving me such a hard time.” You giggle. 

“Looks like I haven’t lost my charm after all.” 

You let out a relaxed sigh as you lay back down and happily drift off to sleep, replaying the moment with him from earlier in your head. 

“Okay, let’s see what happens from now on, Kamo Choso.” You giggle. 

“I’ll make sure you confess to me with that smart mouth of yours…”

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{ A/N }➤ I MADE THIS CHAPTER WAY LONGER THAN THE 1IST ONE OOPS! 

Thoughts and opinions?  

IDK IF I'LL BE WORKING ON ANYMORE TONIGHT OR NOT BUT I HOPE TO START RELEASING THIS FF AS SOON AS I FINISH THE NEXT CHAPTER BC I WANTED THERE TO BE AT LEAST 3 CHAPTERS UPLOADED RIGHT AWAY! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰

ANYWHO IMA GET GOING BC I GOTTA GET ALL PRETTY SINCE I'M ABOUT TO SEE MY MAN (he isn’t my man yet but still)  BYEEEE!!! ( ＾◡＾)っ✂╰⋃╯

Also i got walked in on reading  the bl while writing this ff 😭 sorry for spelling errors or if this was rushed 🙏

LOVE YOU MY LITTLE KITTENS !!!! (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

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last chap ~ next chap

#notaromanticparadise #angiehasakitten #jjk #jjksmut #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #kamo choso #enemy #jujutsu kaisen #office #smut

[moooooooonsblog]

MHA BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS part 1

Headcannons - gn reader - sfw

characters: Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya

Warnings: cursing (thank you bakugou), not proof-read

(part 1)

Shoto Todoroki

You made the first move

You had to explain to him what falling in love feels like

"So If my heart beats fast and I suddenly feel warm, I'm in love and not sick?"

Took you guys a few weeks to start dating after realizing your feelings

oh but once you were a thing? he wouldn't ever leave your side

running some quick errands? hold on, he's grabbing his shoes

going to the bathroom? he'll excuse himself, follow you and would wait right out the door

you might as well stitch your hips together because where ever you are, he's there to

"Is everything okay, love?"

he calls you things like "darling" and "love"

and oh my god, whenever he does, your heart runs 100mph and you stumble and fumble on your words

he's pretty good at keeping his cool when you call him by your silly names for him, but he'll usually pause with a slight blush on his cheeks before answering

He doesn't mind PDA, but he always keeps it lowkey: holding hands, a quick peck on the cheek, etc

Not so much of the jealous type but if he sees anyone getting TOO touchy-feely with you, he'll just quietly glare flames at that person

"Wait why did that person just suddenly walk away?"

"Maybe he had somewhere to be, love"

he's a bit insecure about his scar with you and constantly needs reassurance that you still love him and didn't suddenly lose feelings

cafe dates and walks in the park

willing to spend all his money on you he spends endeavor's credit card on you

"Oh, that's such a nice house!"

"Okay, let me buy it for you"

"Shoto no-"

Katsuki Bakugou

You had the first move

Hear me out, Bakugou had feelings for you for so so long although it took him a while to realize it because bakagou?? a crush?? no way! what a weakness!

he just ignored his feelings for you, unknowingly made it super obvious to his buddies how he felt

until...

"Hey, I like you, let's go on a date!"

"Ehh?????"

He REFUSED to be asked out first, so he ignored you the first few times you tried to swoon him

A few weeks later he shoved some flowers in your face and very rudely asked you out

"Here. Let's go on that shitty date you wanted" he said very aggressively romantically

once you started dating, you saw a side of bakugou that nobody knew existed

he's shocking super big on physical touch: always draps his arm around you, back hugs, late night cuddles, neck kisses-

All of this happens in private ofc, bakugou can't show that your his weakness! ha! never!

after a while though he lets loose around his close friends and wont mind some affection (he'll glare at them the whole time daring them to say a word"

that given, he doesn't do this "PDA" some extras speak of only if absolutely necessary or you when you really want to

no one can convince me that he isn't the jealous type; anyone who DARES to look your way for too long needs to pray to All Might for protection

"Oi! What the fuck are you looking at, you damn extra?? You wanna die?? Huh??" cue the explosions

He calls you "babe" and "Baby" (super creative, bakugou, really)

he will rather join LOV than admit that he adores the nicknames you give him (although some of them are wack asf)

you like to tease him and get on his nerve

a LOT

"Aww is my boom boom explosion pomeranian boy angry?"

"Shut the fuck up! I'll kill you!"

"Oh noo! Lord explosion murder, please spare me!"

All of 1-a can here the explosions and loud laughing from their dorms

"How does she always get away alive?"

Izuku Midoriya

He confessed to you first

Poor baby is an absolute mess around you, he can't say one sentence without stuttering and turning as red as kiri's hair

Everyone knew he liked you, and quite frankly, you did too

you knew he would want to confess first, so you didn't say anything (you also loved seeing him like this, what a tease you are)

Bakugou finally had enough at whatever the hell was going on and shoved deku right at you and threatened to blow up his all might merch if he didn't get it over with then and there

"Y/N-N.... I like you... a lot-"

"Oh! I like you too! About time you you confessed, don't you think?"

It took him a while to relax into the relationship but once he did, he was 10/10 bf material oh my god!

Sends you good morning and night texts

when you guys go out to eat he always orders a little extra of his meal because he knows that you would want some

He doesn't mind PDA, although he does get a bit flustered

I wouldn't say he's the jealous type, but he will keep a close eye on any person who decide to randomly strike up a convo with you

If he notices the person getting touchy with you, he'll just quietly stand by you and hold your hand and make up an excuse to leave

"Aww did smol might get jealous?"

"W-what? no! I-I just saw an ice cream truck! look!"

he calls you names like "bunny" and "baby" and "honey"

he doesn't stutter much around you anymore, although you do love to tease him

You love to play with his hair and he loves to play with your's

#mha #headcanons #shoto torodoki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku midoryia x reader #first time writing headcanons #go easy on me please😭

[xxaraaq]

𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙚

I don’t see as much Bakugou x male reader as I would like to so I’m this is why we’re here, I also read a roommate AU fic a couple of hours ago and it’s been on my mind so I’m gonna incorporate a little bit of that into here, so enjoy.

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Roommate! Bakugou who’s been best friends with you since you were in middle school and thought that since you were one of the very few people that didn’t piss him off all the time you two should move in together to save money.

Roommate! Bakugou who soon curses himself for going through with it because once you two do move in together, he realizes that he has the biggest fucking crush on you.

He doesn’t know why it happened but one day he was about to get in the shower and you had just gotten out and he had seen you clad in a towel wrapped tightly around your waist as you walked past him, the scent of your shampoo infiltrating his nose, catching him off guard. He turned around to glance at you but her could only focus on the way you back muscles flexed as you stretch. When your out of sight he pulls himself together and thinks to himself ‘what the fuck was that?’ Only fully realizing the gravity of the situation when he feels his cock harden in his basketball shorts.

But that wasn’t the only situation when something like that happened, another time was when you came out of your room for the first time that morning and muttered a simple good morning to him. He said good morning back but he couldn’t get over the way your voice had a certain raspiness to it when you were still tired. It made him (unwillingly) fantasize about what else you could say to him in that way. And in the short span of two minutes, he had to excuse himself from the kitchen to scurry to his room so he could quickly rub one out.

He doesn’t know why he’s started to suddenly feel this way about you( he’s always felt this way about you, he’s just starting to notice), but he wishes it could stop because your his best friend, the one who knows everything about him, the first one he goes to when he needs advice or to simply just complain about life. He wants it to stop before it goes to far, before you find out that the guy you’ve trusted with your life since you were thirteen was fisting himself to the thought of you fucking him until he can’t think anymore.

But it’s too late, you’ve known the entire time; not saying anything for the plain fact that it makes you want to laugh at the way he tries to hide his feeling for you. You’ve been in love with him since you could remember, it starting out as a little puppy crush, growing into more as you both matured and fitted into yourselves.

You know that it’s your name he moans whenever he fucks himself dumb on whatever toy he’s using, too wrapped up in the idea of cumming that he forgot to fully close the door. You see the slight blush on his face when you sling an arm around his shoulder. And you sure as hell see the cocky smirk on his face whenever you praise his food. So yeah, you see it, but you don’t say anything because you want to see if he’ll will get bold enough to make a move

And (not) to your surprise, he does get bold enough, while being drunk of course, but it still happened. You were out with the friend group at a bar for Kaminari’s birthday and Bakugou was throwing back drinks one after another. you being the designated driver, you were relaxing in the booth when a woman comes up to you and starts drunkenly flirting with you. You think she’s pretty but your not interested. Your about to politely decline her advances when you see a certain blonde’s eyes on you. As she sits next you, you smirk to yourself, knowing that you’ll hear about this when you leave.

About an hour passes by before Bakugou walks up to you and aggressively says that’s he’s getting a headache from the music. Knowing that he’ll only complain more if you don’t leave now, you excuse yourself from the woman you were talking too and wish Kaminari a happy birthday before you both walk out the bar.

You both get into the car and before you can put your key in, you feel a finger tap your forearm. “What were you talking about with the girl you were sitting with?” He asks, making eye contact with you “I don’t really know, everything I guess.” You shrug, turning the car on

“Really?” He scoffs, a judging look in his eyes

“Yeah Katsuki. Why do you care?” You side eye him, a smirk starting to form on your face

“I don’t care, she was just all up on you.” He says, trying to brush it off

“What, you wish it was you or something?” You prod, wanting a specific answer from him

“What, no! I was just curious.” he defends, crossing his arms as he looks at you

“Yeah ok, don’t act like your not up all night fuckin’ yourself stupid to the thought of me.” You grin slyly as you see him freeze, a shocked expression on his face

“Wha- what?” He stutters, a deep blush on his face

“Please, did you really think that I couldn’t hear you moaning like a bitch in heat with the thin ass walls we have?”

“I do not moan like a bitch in heat.” He narrows his eyes at you, a sneer decorating his face

“Sure.” You say, parking the car

“So you knew, but you didn’t say anything?” He says, attention now completely on you

“Why should I have to? And plus, it’s fun seeing you trying to suppress your feelings for me, it’s a huge ego booster.” You say, looking at Katsuki’s flushed expression

“So… do you feel the same way?”

“Why don’t you kiss me and find out.” You say, your eyes now on his lips

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I actually liked this, it could be better but I’m hungry and I need to use the bathroom so this is what you get. Hope you enjoyed

-Nene

#Bakugou x reader #Bakugou x male! reader #Bakugou x male reader #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Roomate AU #Nene

[nburkhardt]

Heyyy girlie!!!! Came to give you a prompt for you to try! Hope you enjoy this little angst fest.

Also to be very honest, I was listening to "Friends on the Other Side" as I was thinking about this prompt lol.

Steve gets cursed by Vecna and he is shown instead of horrible things happening to him and the people he cares about, he is shown actual events of people ridiculing and insulting him. Dustin calling him names, Robin shown distain whenever he talks, Eddie flat out ignoring him for DND, Hopper saying how he feels bad for Steve. All things angsty!

And Vecna says, "See? They don't care about you. But I do. You and I can give each other what we never were given - A true family."

And Steve accepts, while everyone is oblivious to what they have created.

Imagine the DEVESTATION when they all discover that it's entirely their fault Steve is now a puppet under Vecna's control.

You can decide the ending there!

Anywayyssssss, hope you have a good day!

(Also the prompt you asked is on its way!)

I want to begin to say that when I originally read this prompt I was dying. It was already hurting me reading this then i decided I could do it. I could write it out. But I went with Steve as a victim instead of puppet, thought that would also be so good. Like just imagine with me real quick before I get into the fic… maybe he gets infected by the bats and that’s how Vecna uses him and it isn’t until it’s too late for anyone to save him. OR OR Eddie becomes Kas and them along with Vecna is unstoppable because none of The Party wants to fight them. ANYWAY, onto the fic:

WARNING: Major Character Death, lots of hurt and no comfort.

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He doesn’t notice he’s cursed until it’s too late.

His hearing has been shit for a while, so hearing the clock ticking is too much like the nearly non-stop buzzing already in his ears. The grandfather clock is shown to him while he’s in the middle of looking around at the school. It looks like it belongs there.

The vision?

It’s his actual memories.

It’s reality, it’s too much, it’s draining.

An old memory of his dad calling him worthless, his mom pushing him away when he’s hurt and the endless babysitters that brush him off. There’s memories of Tommy and Carol hanging off him but putting him down for wanting to hang out just the three of them instead of a party with drugs and alcohol. There’s the “bullshit” and “you’re an idiot” from Nancy thrown in there.

The memories with Robin before they became best friends, memories of her making fun of him for another girl telling him no. The memories of all the kids putting him down or demanding things of him while calling him asshole.

The only reason he realizes it’s fake, that he’s one of Vecna’s victims is the quick fake-memory of Eddie. He doesn’t have many memories with the guy, he’s talked to him maybe a few times before this week.

The fake-memory starts with a promise of weed, of Eddie agreeing to meet him but it ends with Eddie laughing at him before walking away.

It’s then that he stops, the panic is still there but he’s standing still and slowly the area around him fades and in it’s place is the Upside Down.

“Oh Steven” a voice speaks up and he freezes, “Isn’t it time to realize they don’t care? That the love you give is wasted?”

He shakes his head, hands covering his eyes to think and wipe away the tears, the evidence of how true it is. He can’t move, he’s frozen and he feels more than sees Vecna come up to him.

Hopefully the others have noticed him, he thinks, hopes they’ll notice. They do care, in their own way- he knows this. Robin cares, says they’re soulmates.

She has to care… right?

(Eddie notices Steve first. How still he is and then he notices his eyes and it makes him freak. Robin pales when she notices and immediately shakes him, begging him to knock it off.)

There’s a noise, movement in front of him and he refuses to move his hands. Doesn’t want to give Vecna the satisfaction of knowing it’s getting to him. He’s fucking twenty years old, he can handle this. Max managed to beat him and she’s fourteen.

There’s a sigh, and it’s close. Too close. He feels something grab hold of his wrist and he shuts his eyes as his hand is forced away, “Steven, Steven, Steven. Why are you fighting? They don’t love you, they don’t care. With me, you’ll be cared for, you’ll be loved and away from all those who hurt you. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

He feels his wrist being pulled away, tries to fight it but Vecna or whatever it is pulling is stronger. He holds still and keeps his eyes tightly shut.

“My, my. You are stubborn, Steven.” Vecna lets out a cruel laugh, “Why fight me, you know you’ll lose”

Fighting is all he has. It’s all he’s known. He’s fought his whole life, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, it’s his reality. It’s who he is.

Steve Harrington is a fighter. Has been since he was a little boy. Memories of his dad yelling, of kid bullies and eventually his mother pulling his arms as he panics. Fighting is what he knows, just, he loses.

Losing is easy. Winning is hard and it seems, he isn’t supposed to be a winner.

Vecna must know this, because his arms are yanked down and it’s such a shock, his eyes fly open and he’s face to face with Vecna.

A vicious smile on Vecna’s face, “Stop fighting me, Steven.”

He shakes his head, ignoring the stinging of his eyes and the pain in his wrists. He can do this, he can hold off like Max did. The others should know what’s happening by now.

He isn’t weak.

There’s a hand on his cheek, it’s gentle and it hurts how much he craves it. Without his say, he leans into it. It’s been so long, a few tears betray him falling down his cheeks.

“With me, you’ll be cared for.” Vecna speaks out with a soft tone, something he didn’t think was possible that’s willing to kill anyone, “you’ll be loved and respected”

(Steve is floating, he’s floating so far up that no one can reach him now. There’s tears falling from his glazed over eyes. Everyone is screaming, trying helplessly to get to him.)

“come now, we both know you’ll lose.”

He’s not fighting the tears anymore, they’re falling freely and he wishes for someone- anyone to save him. Wishes to be stronger, be the person he always wanted to be.

But he’s so tired. He’s so exhausted and so fucking sad. Tired of being someone he’s not. Tired of ignoring the sting of words, jokes from his friends.

He wants, he wishes.

Wishes for exactly what Vecna is promising.

Blinking hard and he breathes, not fighting against the vines holding him now. Looks up towards the red sky, it’s scary.

It’s nothing like he wanted.

But he doesn’t know anymore.

“You’ll be okay, with me” Vecna says, it’s not a promise and it’s not soft. It’s sinister, it’s just a saying.

He knows and hates himself.

Hates how tired he is as he gives up.

He knows he’s a victim, a pawn in Vecna’s plan.

It doesn’t stop the relief he feels, even as he listens to Vecna’s sinister laughter at him.

(His arms are broken, Steve’s arms are broken. He’s still floating and his arms are bent in different directions. There’s screaming, crying and everyone is shaking.

How did they miss this? How did they not know?)

Letting go is the easiest thing he’s ever done. Even with the knowledge that he’s a victim and it’s disappointing to his friends, it’s letting the bad guy win.

But he’s tired, so tired.

There’s no pain for him, not anymore. With this he doesn’t need to try, doesn’t need to ignore the jokes or the poorly disguised mean behavior towards him. Doesn’t need to be useful to be around those he thought of as family.

He doesn’t need to fight anymore.

He can rest.

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The sound of bones breaking and screaming makes him want to run away. But he’s stuck in place, face wet with tears and his throat hurts from screaming.

He can’t look away.

Up in the sky is Steve Harrington. Floating much like Chrissy, eyes glazed over and frozen. The difference, tears are freely falling down his cheeks. His arms are now bent in different directions and he can’t look away.

He hears everyone around him fall down, sobbing still. He’d look around, but he can’t look away from Steve.

Refuses to look away.

Refuses to run away.

How did they not know? How did they miss this? Why didn’t Steve mention anything? What happened? How did this happen? How did his friends, his family not know he was hurting?

The sounds of everyone around him sobbing, the sound of Steve’s body break is making him wish to be deaf.

This is all too much.

This is too heartbreaking.

It feels like losing.

Hearing a loud crash, really sets reality in. They are losing. They lost the moment Steve stopped moving and his eyes glazed over.

It’s with that, that makes him fall to the ground with tears falling down his face. His gaze falling onto the pile of limbs that was Steve Harrington.

That was the man who willing to dive into Lover’s Lake to find a gate, the same one to bite a demonic bat because it was choking him, so determined to be the last one out of hell.

How did they miss this?

What are they supposed to do now?

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I’m sorry 😭

I couldn’t turn it around, I couldn’t figure out how to make this with a happy ending. So I didn’t and it’s heartbreaking, I made myself tear up so much I had to stop writing the other night.

If you have any prompts or ideas, send them my way!

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#Steve Harrington fic #steve harrington angst #stranger things fic #hurt/no comfort #angst fic #nburkhardt writes #this was so heartbreaking #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #it’s not steddie and I couldn’t make that work either

[ereardon]

As It Was [Chapter 6][Hangman x Reader]

Summary: When Jake Seresin calls to tell you he’s accepted a permanent position at Top Gun, you’re elated to finally be living in the same city as your best friend. But everything changes when Jake tells you his news — he has a new girlfriend, and he’s serious about her. And while you want to like her, for Jake’s sake, something about her feels wrong. Jake's arrival in San Diego also puts you in the direct path of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, who has set his sights on you despite being Jake’s sworn enemy. Every move Rooster makes, Jake intercepts. What game are these two playing, and why is Jake more concerned about you moving on with Rooster than he is about his own relationship? 

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, no use of y/n, car accident, death, war, smut, dom Rooster, angst

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader 

WC: 5.4K

Series masterlist here

“Three years ago, Bradshaw and I got called to the same mission. A really dangerous one, out in Asia. Can’t tell you more than that. It was a small group, only six of us. We were there for about two months before the mission itself took place. Scoping out the land, making plans and preparations.”

You nodded and tucked your legs up on the plush white couch. Jake rarely spoke to you about his job. He was straight laced, very type A military guy. He went by the book and you respected that. So hearing him talk about work in this kind of detail was new. You watched as his eyes grew detached. He became a different person right in front of you. 

“We tried to blend in with the locals the best we could. We didn’t go out in groups, we didn’t go out in uniform. About a week after we got there, I met someone. Her name was Lana. She was a Spanish expat who worked at a local bar. We started seeing each other pretty regularly, whenever I could sneak off base.”

He paused and looked up at you and you urged him on with your eyes. 

“Lana and I got pretty close. And one night, we were at her bar, making out, when Bradshaw walked in. I pretended like I didn’t know him, that was part of our operative state. Nobody could know we were connected. But I saw him. He sat there and watched us out of the corner of his eye. When we went upstairs to her apartment over the bar, his eyes followed me.”

Where was this story going? 

“A couple days later, there was a fight between some of the guys on the squad. The tension of the mission was really getting to everyone. Bradshaw and I stepped in to break it up. And then suddenly, it was us fighting. He said I was fucking a local to get information and that I was putting the whole mission at risk.”

“And what did you say?” 

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Well, I knew something about him. Something others on the team didn't know.” 

“What was that?” You were scared. 

Jake looked up. “His father was a WSO who died on a mission. His pilot was another guy who was there on the ground with us in Asia.”

“What did you do?” Your voice was cold as ice. 

Jake’s eyes were filled with pain. “I fucked up. I said that I was glad he wasn’t my wingman because he might let me die the way his father did. And that I actually had a family at home who would miss me.” 

You sat back, stunned. Jake rested his head in his hands, bent over on the couch seat. 

“I regretted it the moment I said it,” he whispered. “I really fucking did. I have no idea why I said it.” 

“You are an asshole,” you said quietly, slowly. Jake raised his eyes to your level. 

“But that’s not the end of the story.”

You closed your eyes for a second. “Go on, then.” 

“He punched me. And I fucked deserved it. I know that. He walked away and so did I. I went back to my apartment, changed, and tried to make myself presentable. Then I went to the bar. When I got there, Lana wasn’t there. I thought maybe she just had the night off, but one of the bar backs told me she went upstairs with some guy. I ran up the stairs and stormed inside and saw Bradshaw fucking her, right there on the floor. I ran in and pulled him off of her and he had the fucking gall to smirk at me. I started beating the shit out of him, and he somehow escaped. Put his clothes on and ran out the door.” 

Jake was wringing his hands together in his lap. Watching him relive the scene was difficult, but you held back. Stopped yourself from reaching out to him. Comforting him. 

You needed to know how the story ended. 

“I ran out after him into the street and we started to brawl. We were drawing attention. A lot of attention. Both of us realized it, but we couldn’t tear ourselves apart. Lana ran out and tried to stop us. Finally she managed to put herself between us. She shoved Bradley to the sidewalk and she had me by my collar. And then.” 

He stopped and you looked up. You had never seen Jake look the way he did in that moment. Like he had seen a ghost. “What happened?” you whispered. 

He shook his head, eyes darting side to side. “It happened in a second. One second I had my hands on Bradshaw. The next she was in between us, shoving us apart. And then she had her hands on me.” He touched the front of his own shirt for emphasis. “And then she was gone.” 

“What do you mean gone?” 

His voice cracked. “The car. It came out of nowhere. The way she was lying on the ground,” he shook his head, swallowing hard. “We both knew she was gone.”

You gasped and a hand flew to your mouth. 

Jake continued. “We couldn’t stay there. We couldn’t afford to get caught up in the police investigation. Not when we had our own mission against their government that we were just days away from. So we fled. Went back to the base, got the rest of the team drunk, made sure they remembered the night well enough that it was an alibi for both of us but just drunk enough that they couldn’t account for the time we had been missing. And we never went back to that bar. Just completed the mission and flew home.”

“Jesus Christ,” you whispered. “Jake.”

“I know.” He looked up at you with tears running out of the corner of his eyes. “I think about her every fucking day. It’s my fault. It’s my fucking fault she’s dead.” 

“Stop. It’s not your fault,” you said quietly. “You didn’t push her.” 

“She was there because of me,” he said, breathing hard. “If I hadn’t been such a fucking hot head, I never would have pushed Bradshaw. She never would have gotten involved. If I had never stepped into that bar, she never would have met me. She would have been better off for it.” 

“You can’t think like that!” you said, reaching forward and grabbing his arm that he was bashing against the back of the couch repeatedly. “Stop it! It’s not your fault.” 

He fought your grip and you lunged forward, grabbing him by the upper arms. 

“Jake. Look at me. Fucking look at me.”

He looked up, green eyes flooded with tears, like an algae-filled lake in August. 

“You can’t blame yourself for what happened.”

“Yes, I can,” he said stoically. “And I blame him, too.”

You finally understood. They had both done wrong. They were both in the wrong. But they were also in it together. They brought each other pain without ever having to say a word. “Thank you for telling me.” 

“I know I don’t have to say this, because it’s you. But what I just told you, nobody can ever know. Bradshaw and I, we’ll get fired. We’ll never get in a cockpit again. We’ll probably get extradited back.” 

“I would never tell,” you said. Jake wiped at his eyes. He looked weak. “Come here,” you said, scooting to the edge of the couch and patting your lap. He gave you a small smile before laying down on his side, head coming to rest on your lap. 

You threaded your fingers through his hair, gently, and watched his eyes flutter closed. His breath started to even out. You watched as he reached out and cupped your thigh with his hand, fingers resting gently on your skin. 

“I’m here for you,” you whispered, bending over and kissing the top of his head. “I promise.” 

***

“Abby, he’s burning the potatoes!”

“Oh fuck,” you said, running into the kitchen to see Jake next to a plume of smoke. “What are you doing in here? You know you’re banned from holiday cooking.” 

He smiled at you sheepishly before moving to the side. “I’m trying to help!”

You bumped his hip with yours. “Trying to make us all sick is more like it.” Looking down into the pot you saw that the mashed potatoes had somehow turned black around the edges. One glance told you that it was because the burners were on the highest setting. You flicked the red dial off and gave him a hard stare. “You’re supposed to take them OFF the heat after they’re boiled, dummy. What are you making, potato burnt ends?”

He sighed and shook his head. “OK fine, I fucked up. What do you need me to do?” 

“Start washing and peeling,” you said, scraping the burnt mess into a trash bag. “I’m going to teach you how to make edible mashed potatoes.” 

It was your first Thanksgiving away from home. Your parents had gone to Atlanta to see your sister and her new husband, and you had opted to spend it at Jake’s family’s ranch outside Austin instead. Jake had picked you up from the airport and when you got to his house his sisters had given you tight hugs, his mother had offered you a cookie, his father had carried your bags to Jake’s room. They felt like family in an instant. 

After hours in the kitchen, everyone settled in at the large dining room table, set for seven. Jake, his parents, his two sisters and their grandmother and you. 

“Jake, sweetheart, will you say a prayer?” his grandmother, who he called Meemaw, cooed. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, taking your hand in his, as well as his sister’s next to him. “Dear God, thank you for this day. For our family. And this beautiful meal.” He squeezed your hand. “And thank you for bringing Abby here with us. We’re so lucky to have her. Amen.” You opened your eyes and caught Jake’s glance. He slid his arm around the back of your chair and leaned in, kissing your temple. You smiled and started to hand around the dish of green beans. 

Across the table, his mother smiled at him with a knowing look. 

Later, after all the dishes were clean, and all the leftovers were carefully wrapped, you sat outside by the fire with Jake’s sisters Sondra and Annie. The three of you had split a bottle of wine, and you were tipsy. 

“Why is this the first time Jake is bringing you home?” Annie asked, dangling the stemless wine glass she held in her left hand over the edge of the Adirondack chair. 

“I usually go home for the holidays,” you replied. “But they chose my sister this year. I don’t blame them. Not much fun to have Thanksgiving in a crowded Chestnut Hill apartment.” 

She shook her head. “No, I mean why has Jake been hiding you from us for so long!” 

You laughed. “I don’t know, ask him.” 

“He needs someone like you,” Sondra said, taking a sip of wine. They were both younger than you and Jake, but Sondra gave the illusion of someone five years older than she actually was. She had a regalness about her. Every move she made was both deliberate and delicate at the same time, whether it was tying a pair of shoelaces or decorating a cookie with frosting and precise piping. “You’re good for him.” 

“You know we’re not dating, right?” 

Sondra raised her eyebrows. “Yet.”

You simply smiled and took a sip of wine. A gust of wind burst through the woods, making the fire flicker and you shivered. A second later, you felt a warm blanket draping around your shoulders. 

“Here,” Jake said, tucking it around you. “Thought you might get cold.” 

“Thanks.” You looked up to see Sondra staring back with a raised eyebrow. 

“Where are our blankets?” Annie whined. 

Jake laughed. “Inside. In your rooms.”

“Woof, a girl can take a hint,” she said, getting up from the chair and stretching her long legs. “Come on, Sonds, let’s go see if there’s leftover pie in the fridge or if Moby Dick over there ate it all.” 

You laughed as Jake threw her a dirty look. Sondra and Annie grabbed the bottle of wine and their cups, heading back to the house. Jake pulled a wooden chair closer to yours, sunk down and stretched his feet out to the stone sides of the fire pit. 

“You’re going to melt your shoes,” you said. 

He shrugged. “Got more in the house.” 

“So this is home, huh?” You looked out at the expansive yard. The well manicured hedges, the stately house, the sprawling patio and deck system that climbed three stories. 

Jake took a sip of his drink, amber liquid in a rocks glass. “This is home,” he confirmed. 

“Your sisters want to know why you’ve never brought me here before.” 

“I don’t make a point of bringing girls home with me,” he answered. “Gets Ma and Meemaw too excited, and I hate to let them down.” 

“Oh yeah?” you whispered. “So what do they think about me?” 

“Darlin’,” he said, turning to you. “They fucking love you.” 

You blushed and stared into the fire. 

“I’m serious,” he said. “Ma even pulled me aside after clean up and said I was a damn fool if I let you go.” 

“Did you tell them we’re just friends?”

“Yup. That earned me a smack upside the head.” 

You tipped your head back and laughed. “God, I like her.” 

For a few moments, you and Jake stared at the fire. It danced in the breeze. For the first time, you were glad your parents had chosen Jenny over you this Thanksgiving. You found yourself secretly hoping you would get invited back to the Seresin house for Christmas. “I’m glad you’re here,” Jake said softly. “Don’t get to see you much anymore.”

You nodded. “I miss you. All the fucking time.” 

He reached out and grabbed your hand. “Me too.” 

You sat there, hand gripped in Jake’s, for you weren’t sure how long. You didn’t even realize, as comfortable as you were wrapped in the blanket he had slung around your shoulders, that you had fallen asleep. It wasn’t until you felt Jake’s arms sliding underneath you, cool air hitting the back of your thighs and neck, that you realized he had scooped you up out of the chair and into his arms. “Jake,” you murmured. 

“Shh,” he whispered as your head lolled into the space between his neck and shoulder. “It’s OK, I got you. Go back to sleep.”

You let him carry you across the yard, through the doors and the living room, up the grand staircase to his bedroom. Jake set you down carefully on the bed, removing the blanket he had placed on your shoulders and sliding you in under the covers. 

“Goodnight Bubs,” he whispered and you moaned, stretching out your hand. 

“Come back,” you said softly. He approached the bed and you tugged his hand. “Stay.” 

Jake had spent the previous night on the couch in his father’s office, letting you take full reign of his room. “Are you sure?” he asked. You nodded against the pillow, and he let out a breath, unzipping his jacket and kicking off his shoes before sliding into bed next to you. You reached out a hand and pulled his arm over your torso, pulling his fingers to your chest briefly before letting go. Jake settled in, spooning you as you sighed. 

“Missed you,” you whispered drowsily, sleep fogging up the edges of your consciousness. 

Jake slid his hand over your side before snaking over your stomach and tugging you in tighter to his chest. “I miss you all the time, Abs. Every day.” He could feel you giving in to sleep. “Goodnight, darlin’.”

In the morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You vaguely remembered pulling Jake into bed with you. How he had carried you all the way upstairs. How you had forced him to spoon you. You took a shower and got dressed, trying to shake the image out of your mind, padding softly on the stairs landing. 

Jake turned around the minute you entered the kitchen and a blush crept up your chest and onto your face. “Hey,” you muttered, stepping closer and looking around for a coffee mug.

“Hey,” he replied, turning over a piece of bacon on the stove. “Sleep OK?”

You nodded and he pointed to a cabinet where the coffee mugs were and you poured yourself a cup. “Yeah, fine.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He was standing at the stove in a pair of sweatpants and a Navy shirt, but he still looked like an Abercrombie model. You hated him for it. 

“Nothing.”

“Abby.” His voice was a warning. 

“I’m embarrassed, OK? I’m so fucking needy with you sometimes, it’s gross.” 

He flicked off the burner, pulled the pan away and deposited the perfectly cooked bacon strips onto a paper towel-lined plate before setting it aside. “Don’t worry about it,” Jake said.

You looked up at him over the coffee mug. “That’s it? Don’t worry about it?”

“It’s sweet!” he replied and you let you a giant sigh, burying your face in your hands. “Abs, come on. It’s me. You can be anything with me, you don’t have to try to hide.” 

You grabbed a piece of bacon and crunched down on it. “That’s the problem, though. We’re too comfortable. I need you too much.”

“How can you need someone too much?” He leaned against the counter, taking a sip of coffee. 

“Even when I’m in a relationship, you’re the first person I run to when things go wrong. I don’t know how to file a tax form, or the dishwasher is making a funny noise or I can’t decide who’s birthday party to skip.” You looked up at him and ran a finger through your wet hair. “I have to need you less. If I ever want to get on with my life.”

Jake nodded. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

You nodded and crossed the kitchen toward him, wrapped your hands around his torso and hugged him tightly. “Next time I call, don’t pick up.”

“Are you serious?”

Jake’s face was pure shock and you couldn’t help but laugh. He slowly realized you were joking, and his hands reached out immediately to pinch your waist. 

“Oh, you little shit,” he whispered as you continued to laugh. 

Finally, he dropped his arms and you smiled up at him. “But actually. I’m going to have to let you go just a little. And if you care about me, you’ll let me.”

He nodded, a crease building in his forehead. “OK. But come back to me when you’re ready.”

***

You had seen Bradley almost every day since he had showed up on your doorway in the middle of the night. 

And Jake, true to his word that he had given to you years ago at Thanksgiving, was trying to let you go when he saw how happy Bradley made you. He bit his tongue when you mentioned Rooster, and you skillfully avoided the topic of Diana entirely. 

Bradley took you surfing and helped you gently get back on the board when you repeatedly fell off. He introduced you to a BLT sandwich shop tucked into the corner of a business building, he sat with you while you graded exams. In turn, you visited him on base, spent nights at the Hard Deck drinking G&Ts with Natasha and smirking at Bradley showing off at the pool table while Jake sulked near the dart board. 

So when you had another late night of grading to do in your office, you weren’t surprised to see your phone light up with a text from Bradley. 

Late night? 

Yeah, you texted back. Seventy first–year exams to mark. Remind me never to do a 101 class again. 

So this means you’re totally occupied? 

What did you have in mind?

You put the phone down, staring as three bubbles appeared and then disappeared and a frown creased your face. What game was he playing?

Then you heard rustling out in the hallway, and light flooding in as the door creaked open. 

“Hey princess,” Bradley said, stepping inside. 

You stood up, greeting him with a kiss. It wasn’t the first time Bradley surprised you late at night in your office, and despite the thick stack of papers on your desk it was a welcome surprise. “Hey there,” you whispered back. 

“How urgent are those?” he asked, pointing to the papers. 

You shook your head. “They can wait.”

“Good.” His voice was low, almost a growl. In a second, he had you pinned against the desk, his hands feverishly on your breasts, lips sucking on your neck beneath your ear. You moaned into him and felt Bradley stiffen. “Who said you could do that?” he asked darkly and you looked up in surprise. 

“What?”

He reached around and grabbed your hair with a fist, yanking you to look him in the eyes. “You get to moan when I say so.”

Your eyes widened and you nodded. “Sorry, Lieutenant.” 

Your words went straight to his cock and you watched as he stiffened against his jeans. You had seen this side of Bradley before. He liked to dominate. He was sweet and kind and caring. And then you entered the bedroom and he was another person. Someone who took. It hadn’t come out the first time you slept together, or the second. But slowly, you understood what he needed. And you didn’t mind. You wanted to give him what he wanted. Because you knew after it all was done, you’d have him back. And he always gave you what you wanted in return. 

“Now take your clothes off.” He stepped back and you slowly started to unbutton your top. Bradley’s eyes raked over you. You pulled the ends out of your pencil skirt and tossed it onto the couch, leaving just a black lace bra. Reaching around, you unzipped the skirt, letting it slide to the floor before kicking it away. Standing in just heels and a bra and panties, you stepped forward. 

“Is this what you wanted, Lieutenant?”

“Lose the underwear and bra. Keep the shoes.” 

You nodded and slid off the panties, unhooked the bra until you were standing naked in the middle of your office. The lights were dim, but there was no guarantee people from outside couldn’t still see in. 

Bradley stepped forward and ran a calloused fingertip from your lip down your neck, across your chest and stomach, down to between your legs. You sucked in a gasp as he took two fingers and opened you up. You wanted so badly to shift forward, press against his hand for friction, but you knew that would get you in trouble. 

He pulled his fingers away and stepped closer until you were only inches apart. “You want me to make you feel good?” he whispered. 

You nodded. 

“Need to hear you say it.” 

“I want you to make me cum.” 

He reached out and pressed both hands to the tops of your shoulders, forcing you down onto your knees on the hardwood floor. “You have to earn it,” he said and you reached up, tugging at his zippered fly, yanking it down along with his pants and boxers. Bradley’s cock sprung out, already hard and leaking, and you wrapped your fingers around the thick base, licking him lightly at the swollen tip. He moaned as you took him into your mouth, a little at a time, bobbing your head up and down his massive length. 

Bradley reached down and threaded his fingers through your hair, helping guide your head. After a moment, you tilted forward, taking him all the way into the back of your throat and he gasped, hitching forward, one hand on the desk, the other still on you. You started to choke, saliva dripping out of the corners of your mouth, obscene gagging sounds filling the quiet room and you were sure they could be heard in the hallway too. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, combing your hair back with his fingers while he fucked into your mouth. You leaned back and watched him tower over you. 

Just when you thought you might actually choke, the heat of his cock in your mouth was almost too much, he pulled out, leaving you gasping for air. Bradley reached down and pulled you to standing, large thumb wiping under your lips. 

“You’re so dirty for me,” he murmured. You nodded and reached out for his shirt, undoing the buttons. Bradley shrugged it off, and kicked his pants and boxers out of the way, along with his shoes, and stepped in closer until your thighs were pressed against the edge of the desk, cutting into your flesh. He ran one hand up and cupped your breast, tweaking the nipple and you groaned, head thrown back. “You like when I tease you, huh?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered. 

“Good,” he grunted and in a flash he grabbed you, spun you around and walked you ten steps forward until your front was pressed up against the glass window. It was dark outside, one faded streetlamp in the corner throwing a hazy circle of light. You pressed your hands out against the glass as Bradley leaned into your back, his warm chest rising and falling against your skin. You felt his fingers graze over your hips, his cock hard against you. Your breasts were smashed up against the glass. “Spread your legs.” You did as you were told. 

He reached down and plunged into you, not giving you time to adjust before he grabbed your hips with one hand, the other covering yours on the glass as he fucked into you. You screamed, and his hand came up to your mouth to shush you before returning to your hips. 

“Quiet,” he whispered darkly, snapping his hips into yours. “Be a good girl and let me fuck you up against the window. You like knowing that someone could look in and see us, don’t you? See how whiny you are. How fucking desperate you are to cum all over me.” 

You hung your head, pushing back against him and he dropped his hand from the window, putting both hands on your hips and thrusting harder. Moans fell from your mouth in song, strung together along with curses as Bradley groaned behind you. 

“Fuck, Bradley, I’m going to cum,” you moaned and he stilled. “Please, don’t stop.” Your voice was whiny and high pitched. 

One hand slid up your body, wrapped loosely around your throat. “Address me properly and I’ll let you.” 

“Please, Lieutenant,” you whispered and you felt him press into you again, the other hand coming down to your clit, thumb swirling and you started to see stars. “Please, fuck, please let me cum Lieutenant Bradshaw.” 

“Cum,” he growled in your ear and you broke apart, screaming and moaning until he pulled out of you. Your legs were shaky in the stilettos, and Bradley’s arm circled your waist, picking you up and setting you on the desk, your bare back cold against the wood. You looked up at him, cock still hard and dripping, as you recovered from the orgasm coursing through your body. 

“Thank you,” you sighed and he grabbed your legs, yanking them apart and pulling you to the edge of the table until you were almost hanging off. 

“Don’t thank me yet, sweetheart,” he said, lining up at your entrance and sinking into you again. You shuddered at how sensitive it was as he started to pump into you. “Now you have to let me get what I want.” 

“Yes, sir,” you whispered as his fingertips tightened against your thighs. 

He lifted your legs over his shoulders, bending you as he drilled in deeper, hands coming out to grope your breasts. Bradley grunted and you started to feel the familiar build of another orgasm rising inside of you. He lifted his eyes to yours, took in your expression, and grinned. “You like that, professor?” he asked, fucking you particularly deep and you yelped. 

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

“You going to cum all over my cock again?” 

“Please,” you whined. He reached up and grabbed your ankles — you were still wearing the heels — and lifted your ass off of the desk until your back was arched. “Fuck, fuck, Lieutenant!” 

“Let me cum inside of you,” he commanded and you nodded, eyes closed, head turned to the side against the desk in ecstasy. 

“Yes, cum in me, please,” you begged, your high almost cresting, and you felt him speed up, swearing under his breath. 

“Fucking shit,” Bradley groaned, his grip on your ankles becoming unbearable. “Feel so fucking good and tight on my cock. Oh fuck…” he trailed off, and you felt his release inside of you just as you broke apart on him, shuddering as he slid out and placed you back on the desk, dropping your ankles gently. 

Bradley reached over to a Kleenex box, wiping himself off and offering you a few. You cleaned yourself up and sat up on the desk, legs still wide. 

He reached out and pressed a hand to your cheek, leaning in for a kiss. “You did so good for me,” he whispered and you blushed. “Come here.” He opened his arms and you pressed into him. He was warm, but the thin layer of sweat on both of your bodies had you shivering. 

Bradley let you go after a moment, slipping his pants back on and handing you your clothes. You kicked off the shoes and got dressed, sitting back in your office chair and picking up the papers that had fallen to the ground while you fucked on the desk. 

“I really do have a lot of grading to do,” you laughed and he gave a small smile before looking down at his shoes. You tilted your head. “Bradley? What is it?”

He looked up with a pained expression. “We got called up.” Your heart sank. “When?”

“Next week,” he said. 

“For how long?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Not sure. They didn’t say.” 

“Who is we?” you whispered, already knowing the answer. 

“Me. Bob. Phoenix. Coyote. Payback. Fanboy.” He paused. “And Hangman.”

You rested your hands on your thighs, bending over a bit to get a deeper breath. 

“There’s more,” he said quietly and you looked up. 

“What do you mean?”

Bradley shuffled his feet before looking up at you, his sad chocolatey eyes meeting yours. “It’s dangerous, Abby. Really fucking dangerous.”

You felt like a knife had been plunged into your neck. This was the moment you had dreaded from the second Jake told you he was joining the Navy. It was the news you had always feared would one day come. “How dangerous?”

He shook his head. “No one has ever done anything like this before, babe. They don’t even know if it can be done.” 

A tear slipped out of your eye onto your lap. “What are you saying to me, Bradley?”

“I’m saying we might not come home from this one, sweetheart.” 

Your gaze lifted to meet his. You shook your head in denial. “No.” 

“Abby,” he said, rounding the corner of the desk and kneeling in front of where you sat on the office chair. Bradley took your hands in his. “Baby, look at me.” 

You could barely see him over the flood of tears on your lash line. 

“We don’t leave until Saturday. We still have time.” 

You squeezed his fingers. “No.”

“Honey,” he said and you heard a tremor in his voice. “Please don’t cry.” 

It was too late. You dissolved into tears and Bradley pulled you into his arms, the two of you sitting on the ground of your office, a heap of arms and legs and tears. 

His hands stroked your back as he whispered reassuringly into your ear. You should have been the one comforting him. Telling him it would be OK. 

But all you could do was close your eyes. And in the darkness, you watched as your future began to slip away. 

A/N: I promise we will circle back to the Asia mission in the next chapter! I wanted this chapter to give us some background about the tension between Jake and Bradley, as well as set the scene for the upcoming mission. Also to give a little more dimension to Bradley's character!

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Okay, Mary, hear me out. Something semi hot with Riven x reader [girlfriend/fiancée/wife] where the others tease them or are annoyed with them and they bicker.

obviously yes. semi hot is basically the only thing I can write. even all my fluff ends up like that. but like now that I officially have permission :))))) im gonna have so so much fun with this holy

also um, triggerwarning ig??? like somewhat spicy ig

(good lord this gif is doing things to me)

fml I'm so single

"Riv", you breathed, tightening your grip on his hair. You'd been dragging your fingers through it, grabbing fistfuls, and it looked worse than a bedhead. Worse in a 'hair sticking up in all directions' way, not worse in a 'less attractive' way.

"Riv", you repeated. He groaned at you, his breath meeting the already sensitive skin of your throat. Yours hitched, if only for a second. "Riv, my phone's ringing."

It actually was - it had been for a minute now, then stopped, then started again. Someone was clearly desperate to reach you.

"Why did you not put it on mute?", he asked, muttering, pressing another kiss to your neck before raising his head and grabbing your phone from the bedside table.

"I forgot", you grumbled, still a bit breathless. Well, this was a mood killer. Riven raised his eyebrows as the display lit up.

"What the fuck could be important enough for Bloom to call this relentlessly?"

Your eyes widened.

"Shit!", you cursed, grabbing your phone from him in a hurry. "We wanted to meet up with everyone!" You scrambled to pick up.

"Hey Bloom!" You faked a smile, even if she couldn't see, pinching the bridge of your nose and closing your eyes. Riven was chuckling in the background, already back in his familiar position on top of you.

"Where are you?", she thundered into your ear. "You were supposed to be out here half an hour ago!"

"I know, I'm so sorry", you lied (you could barely feel very sorry at all when Riven was focusing on your neck again). "Riv and I got caught up in... work up here, we completely forgot."

You tilted your head just a little to the side so that he could reach a bit more of your skin. He laughed softly.

"Work", Bloom snorted at the other end of the phone. "Sure."

Riven bit down gently. Not having expected it, you sucked in a breath.

"Yeah", you stuttered, barely able to keep your voice steady. "Anyway, we, uh, we can't- we can't make it anymore, you guys have fun though!"

Your eyes almost flew shut by themselves as Riven concentrated on another sweet spot, raising his hand to brush his fingertips over the hickeys that were turning purple already.

"Ew", Bloom let out. "I don't want to be part of some weird phone sex thing. See you later."

She'd hung up before you could even react, and you just took your phone from your ear and held it in front of your face for a second, disbelieving that she'd actually just said that.

"Did I sound like I was fucking moaning or what?", you asked, dragging your free hand through Riven's hair and somewhat forcefully pulling his head up so you could look at him. He raised his eyebrows - whether at your question or not, you weren't quite sure.

"A bit", he chuckled, making use of his new position and kissing your lips now. Apparently he'd mutilated your neck enough.

"A bit?", you huffed, raking your nails along the back of his head. "Fuck you."

If possible, he raised his eyebrows even higher.

"Don't", you warned. "I know what you're about to say, so don't. Just kiss me again instead."

For once in his life, he actually did not say it. For once, he actually did as you asked. And just kissed you. Again and again and again after that, until you were breathless, and his name fell like a prayer from your lips whenever he gave you the freedom to gasp for air.

#winx riven x reader #riven x reader #winx riven #riven winx #fate riven #ftws #fate winx saga #fate series #winx #x reader

[devilwearsgreen]

DP x DC AU: Extra Notes

More concept pieces that I didn't want to put in the main post:

[Concept] [Age Chart]

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When Danny got to Gotham he chose to go by the last name Gale. When Jason decided he wasn't going back to Bruce, he started going by Jay Gale, and dyed his hair the same colour as the twins. I'm thinking the red hair of his earlier character design.

After taking the three newly resurrected back to his apartment, they spent the first night on his couch (the only comfortable furniture he had) and soaked up the calming ectoplasm Danny was emitting. When he was able to, Danny went out to steal two single mattresses; but continued to sleep on the couch. When Jason was coherent enough he felt guilty about it and insisted Danny take the bed. They argue for a bit before deciding to just share. One for them and one for the twins. This is a habit they don't bother breaking even when they get better apartments. 

Danny chose Gotham because the amount of curses in such a relatively small area hid his presence in plain sight. And the Lazarus Pit under the city provided him with the exoplasm he needed to survive. But some of those curses are really nasty… and surely not all of those curses are necessary right? He can't just leave them there when he can do something about it right?? So Danny also becomes the local supernatural expert, making the city a better place one curse at a time. 

Danny doesn't have much time to think about schooling for the first few years in Gotham, But when Jason  gets well enough and established enough to really contribute to their income, maybe he gets his GED and gives college a try. 

I don't know what happened to Danny’s friends and family in this au, but maybe he does a psychology major as an honour to Jazz.  (Being the older sibling is hard! No wonder she was so high strung!) Danny as the Arkham Psychologist anyone? It's one of my favourite concepts!

Danny and Tim Frequent the same coffee shop. Tim hears the things the baristas say about this regular that's been coming in for a few years before him, and becomes immensely curious about the one guy in Gotham that orders more espresso shots than him. Whenever they are in the store at the same time, they get to talking. 

The twins are only a year younger than Damian, and are a lot more carefree and adventurous. At first Damian takes this as a personal affront; what's so special about these immature brats?? But they grow on him and actually get him to loosen up and act his age sometimes. The three of them add Jon to make a quartet and cause nightmares for the faint of heart.

Although the twins do receive training, they never pick up the vigilante lifestyle. Reasons being 1) They have already died once and don't feel like inviting it, and 2) they have seen how worried Danny can get about Jason and how Worked up Jason can get about Danny, and they don't want to worry either of their big brothers. Although I do like the idea of them apprenticing under Dr Leslie in the future.

In place of getting training from the League of Ass (sorry,  Assassins), Danny teaches Jay the sword fighting he learned from Pandora, the hand to hand from Frostbite, the weapons training from his parents, and everything he can think of from his own years of desperate fighting. This changes Jason's fighting style just enough that no one that knew him before would recognize it. (Remember that the LoA trained Bruce too)

Danny could have sold Ice Sculptures for a few years, and it was a good source of money; but once certain villains start taking interest and its unmelting nature starts piquing curiosity, he stops. This, however, introduces scarcity, and his few sculptures become some of the most valuable things in the city. When he eventually starts making them again, he's not expecting the ferver, to hilarious effect.

Danny doesn't kill the Joker. He doesn't even hurt the Joker. That's not his place and not his thing. But there is no way in hell he wants that man to be roaming the streets while he has little brothers to protect. So he takes measures to prevent the Joker, specifically, from escaping Arkham. Very successfully. The Joker goes even more insane seeing others escape when he Can't. But he never manages to hurt anyone. Danny makes sure of it. 

Because Danny is now watching over the Batfamily, he prevents Damian's death entirely. And If/ When Dick goes undercover at spyral, Danny makes sure he can keep in touch with the family.

I also believe that the reason Bruce doesn't notice that Jason's grave becomes empty in cannon, is because the League of Assassins goes back to fill it in. Danny doesn't  even think about doing that. So Bruce knows that someone Robbed his son's Grave. Crime drops a bit while Bruce is on that warpath. But of course he doesn't find anything, all of the footage is blurry or nonexistent. I think it would be funny if he thought the LoA was responsible for it, even though he's in the exact wrong dimension to be correct. 

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #jason todd #danny fenton #Jay Gale's brothers #this one has some fun ones #if i do say so myself #i think i want to expand on Danny being the supernatural expert #maybe in another post

[whatispersonalspacejyp]

Comes animae 3 - Apotheosis

Genre: Mature

Pairing: Chan x reader

Warnings series: Stalking, Kidnapping, Non con,

Warnings chapter: Stalking, curse words, kidnapping

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Chan slams Sunggyu to the ground, choking him while draining his blood. Chan then carries the lifeless body to the lake not far from the school and makes sure to drop him in the deepest part of the lake, with a big rock tied to his leg so he would sink immediately. 

When I was finished teaching the kids one of the teachers came running up to me. “Y/N? Have you seen Sunggyu?” I shook my head. “No, not since after the break. Maybe he went home earlier. But if you don’t mind I have work in half an hour.” She nods and lets me go. So I took a taxi toward the bar that I worked at. “Eight more hours to go and then I can finally sleep,” I mumbled under my breath. I greeted my boss and went behind the bar. “A bloody mary.” I looked at the old man and shrugged. “It’s just four in the afternoon, and people are already drinking.”I made the drink and gave it to him. “So pretty, what’s your name? We can go eat ramen after you are done with your shift.” I leaned over the counter. “Sorry, I have a very late shift and I’m not into old guys.” My boss understood that I said those things, but have gotten a few warnings for my attitude. It wasn’t very busy around this time, so me and my colleague were talking happily. “No Yeji, he asked me out, a dinner date tomorrow! Ah, Sunggyu is so cute. I swear.” Me and Yeji decided to start working again, as with time the place got busier by the minute. “God I hope it would be dry once we’re off, cause this weather will drench me from head to toe.” 

Chan sniffs the air. “Where are they…” He mutters and pulls his hood on, walking through the two and trying to pick up their scent again. From a distance, Chan could hear them talking and picked up the words. “Sunggyu.” and ‘cute’. Standing at the back of the building he smirks to himself. “Now he can be his ‘cute’ little self down under where he belongs…” ‘and you’ll realize there’s only one person you ought to think about…” Chan is patiently waiting outside until Y/N shift is over. Hours will just feel like seconds for him anyway. While he does that, he’s also keeping an eye out for all kinds of men walking into the bar.

Once the clock hit 2 a.m., I got off. Grabbed my stuff and walked out of the back door, locking it while Yeji locked the front. “This is going to be terrible.” Cause the moment I stepped out I was already drenched because of the rain. “Sydney should be asleep by now,” I mumbled to myself while looking around the alley. Suddenly my heart started racing as I saw a man standing there, a shiver ran down my spine while I turned to walk the other way. 

Chan pulls his hood more down and follows after them, keeping a safe distance and hiding whenever they look behind them. He managed to be inside the apartment before they could and awaited them at the door with a cloth in his hand. “You’ll be mine.” He breathed out. I quickly walked inside the apartment, locking the door behind me, and then moved towards the windows to close them too. Then I ran towards Sydney’s bedroom only to realize she wasn’t there. “Shit, shit, shit.” I ran into my room and grabbed my phone, trying to call my missing roommate before calling the police, not noticing the man behind me. “Now now, doll, not now.” Before I could even call the police, Chan stood close behind me and pressed the cloth against my mouth and within seconds I was out. Chan catches my unconscious body and lays me on the bed, quickly collecting the stuff needed alone with the phone. Then he carries me over his shoulder and runs at full speed to the cabin. When he got there he tied my wrist to the bed, along with the ankles, tight enough that there was no way of escaping. Chan smirks at this job well done and stares down the body, taking in every detail. 

I woke up around an hour later. “What the hell.” I mumbed. I tried to sit up but without any success. I started to panic, looking around the room until I looked at the man standing near the bed. “Who… Who are you, what do you want from me?” I screamed, in the slightest hope someone would hear me. “Now now doll, there’s no need to struggle.” Chan laughs. “No one will hear you anyway, don’t strain that pretty voice of yours. And to be fair, I want a lot of things from you. Your body, your blood, basically everything that makes you as you are.” In the moonlight, Chan’s fangs shine through as he grins. “You… You’re a vampire.”I said with a shivering tone. “Why me?” I whispered, before noticing he was checking out my body. “Hey, my eyes are up here asshole. And you will never have me!” I spat at him, pulling on the restraints. “That sweetheart,” Chan’s eyes glow red, and crawls on top of the bed. “is where you are wrong.” He holds my shoulders down, so he has better access to my neck and quickly bates down before I can even struggle more. “I knew that you would taste this good, and that was all for me.” He growls and starts sucking the spot. I screamed at first. Bucking my hips to try and get him off of me. Once he stopped sucking I let out a moan. Breathing heavily and at the point of passing out, since it felt like needles were inserted, was one of my biggest fears. “Sleep tight, my little doll.” Chan licks the remaining blood off my neck and pecks my lips, painting them slightly red. He then gets off the bed and grabs the phone as it buzzes, reading a message from Sydney. ‘I hope your doll is just as amazing as mine, she’s so sweet.’ Chan smirks as he reads the message coming from Jungkook. ‘More than amazing, They’re feisty, I’ll tell you that much, but that makes them even more desirable.’ He sends it back.

I fought against the sleep, and after I while, I was fully awake again. “People will look for me! Don’t think you’ll get away with it. I’m not even going to sleep with a creep like you in the room.”I said, afraid that if I yelled I would get lightheaded. “And I’m not your doll, you freak!” Chan puts the phone in his pocket. “You know, that one night. I could’ve just let you and your little friend die.” Then he walks closer, this time with a handkerchief. “Truth be told, I don’t fancy your foul mouth. Now be a good doll.” He leans down and ties the handkerchief around my mouth. I screamed at him, but my voice was muffled. “I would rather have died than be here.” At this point, I just wanted to test him and push his limits. So I looked at him angrily. “Is this the best you could do? Putting a dirty cloth in front of my mouth and biting me! What’s next spank me?” I used my whole body and tried to get it out. Chan merely smirks at me, not really bothered. “I’m actually saving that for later.” He bursts out laughing and roughly grabs my chin. “You have fire in you, I’ll give you that, no wonder your blood tastes exquisite,” I growled at him, then looked passed him and saw my painting hanging there. It looked exactly like him. “What’s your name? I should have the right to know who kidnapped me.” I mumbled, backing down. I couldn’t get out, at least not today.

The name is Bang Chan. Rightful member of the Stray Kids clan.” He grins smugly and leans against the wall. “Nice to meet you.” I just nod. “Could you remove the handkerchief please, it’s uncomfortable. Also, can I eat something I haven’t eaten all day?” ‘come on, befriend the guy, that could get me out faster.’ “Only because you said please, but when you’re struggling again, it goes right on,” Chan said in a serious tone and pulled the handkerchief from my mouth. He then leaves for the kitchen to grab something to eat. I relaxed, my wrists and ankles hurt from trying to get out. “God… Why did I do that.” I threw my head back in pain as I felt it through my ankle. “here you are. Oh that’s right you can’t move.” Chan laughs as he comes back with a bowl of soup in his hands.  I laughed sarcastically. “Can you loosen my hands? Or are you going to feed me? Also, can you free my left ankle? I sprained it the other day and it’s hurting really bad.” I said staring at Chan, while he looked at me in amusement. “Oh I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work on an obsessed vampire, doll. No, you’re just going to stay like this, the way I want.” Chan reaches the spoon towards my mouth. “Unless you want to starve, you better open that bold mouth of yours. “Fine, but could you please do something with the ankle?” The restraints felt heavy on the already hurting ankle. I opened my mouth and let Chan feed me, I wanted to complain about many other things like my clothes, but decided against it knowing that maybe one too many requests would make him do absolutely nothing. “That we’ll discuss tomorrow,” Chan said and kept feeding me until the bowl is empty. “That a good doll.” He gives my head a pet and goes back into the kitchen.  I closed my eyes after the food. “Could this be even worse? I’ll never sleep tonight, my clothes are to long and tight to even be comfortable in and the pain in my ankle just feels unbearable.” I mumbled to myself, while Chan stood in the kitchen listening while cleaning up the bowl and spoon, waiting for me to finally fall asleep. Chan walks back into the bedroom after I fell asleep and changes me into one of the outfits he brought with him. Feeling somewhat bad for my ankle after examining it, he decides to just let it loose and bandage it, before going off to his own room to wait for my awakening. 

#straykids #bang chan #bang chan imagines #bang chan smut #stray kids scenarios

[araminakilla]

🌠 Star-Stuck 🌠

What could have happened at the same time of the events of "Seeing Stars" ?

Imagine little Octavia being so happy to see the stars with his dad that she tells her mother what they are going to do, and Stella just ignores her.

But Octavia keeps talking over the years about the big star event that for Stella is impossible trying to forget the whole "seeing stars nonsense" thing. She also catches Stolas seaching for places around the human world to bring her daughter to watch the night sky.

"Pathetic" she would say and then leave.

But now that it's the year of the stargazing event and Stolas has finally found a place to bring his little owlet, she had a plan.

She's going to send her assassin to the human world to kill her husband as he is busy watching the meteors (they have a name, but she could care less about how they are named) and then have him take her crying, mourning daughter to the Goetia palace.

Octavia will have to get over it, whenever she likes it or not.

She is pretty sure that even if Stolas is busy insulting her on the phone, he WILL have time to bring her daughter to the human world. She knows he loves the owlet more than he hates her, and she is going to take advantage of that.

So she sends the lowly imp (Stryder... Striker? Pitcher? She doesn't care about his name, only that he does his job) to the place that Stolas has selected.

And so the cowboy imp waits, hiding behind some bushes, angelic pistol in his hand.

And waits

And waits

And waits...

Nothing.

Striker is not sure if the owls will come to see the stars. He lowers his guard as he curses the owl for being a bad father.

Not that he cares about the owlet, it's just that now he is stuck in the human world until the meteor shower ends and Stella feels like it's time for him to return.

"Hey!" Suddenly some intoxicated human shouts at their drunk partner "I do know this guy... IT'S THE FUCKING RATTLESNAKE FROM THE JHONNY DEPP COWBOY LIZARD'S MOVIE!"

"HOLY FUCK HE IS!... when did he grow legs?"

Before the other could respond, two shots are heard, and two human souls go to the afterlife (God knows where)

The imp killed them using a common pistol. There was NO WAY in Heaven he would waste two angelic bullets on some humans. Most imps would kill others (and sacrifice their integrity) just to obtain something heavenly made, while those pesky royals would obtain holy bullets the same way someone gets cereal to the nearest store.

The cowboy curses under his breath until he remembers something the poor bastard said.

"What rattlesnake in what movie?"

So he seaches in the corpses for something useful, hoping some of them have it. Just to kill time and not die from boredom. Finally, just one of them has a cellphone and something called Netflix. "Must be the Earth equivalent of Voxflix" he thoughts.

He finds the cowboy lizard movie and starts to watch. He likes it so far. Not to tame but not too violent, unfortunately.

But then came him. And suddenly things got way more interesting. The outlaw rattlesnake just humillated the tiny lizard finishing with shouting that he would drag him to Hell. Striker chuckled.

"I like this fella. Gotta love his black hat and fiery eyes. I have to get one of those. And that attitude... now I feel a little bad for killing that bastard who compared him to me"

Not really. He could have probably tipped his hat or say thanks, but he would have kill them anyway.

He got to the part where the mayor was going to shoot the outlaw after betraying him. And just before something could happen...

Battery low, please recharge battery.

And the phone died.

"WHAT!? Ya gotta be fucking kidding me!? Just now!?"

The imp continued to curse loudly, not caring if someone could hear him. He was mad, he was tired and most of all... he was pissed at the Goetia family for wasting his day like that.

Oh well, he would have to restore to playing the guitar one of the humans was carrying.

And so he played the instrument and sang something. From "Sweet Victory" to country hell songs to a recent trending song he heard in the victim's playlist before opening Netflix.

The audio was terrible, like it was recorded in a busy, loud street. But the two voices from the couple were not bad. They sounded familiar. Too familiar.

Before he could come with some theories, the sky began to change. A beautiful show of falling stars fitting for a nerdy knowing-it all astronomical owl.

A owl that for some reason wasn't present...

The cowboy tried to ignore his missing opportunity at killing the pompous Goetia and started to sing again under the starry night while playing the guitar:

"You're my pretty ray of Hellfire

and you set my soul a light..."

He had to admit. As cheesy and sickly wholesome the lyrics were, he couldn't help but like it. The added murderous lyrics helped a lot.

Besides, he was all alone. No one would find of this 'moment of weakness'

"...You're my lovely little monster

and I'll never say goodbye

I will kill for you

until the day we die"

He looked up to see the last meteor passing by the sky.

After some minutes, a portal appeared showing the Goetia palace. Without thinking any longer, he jumped to his way back to Hell.

And Hell was a really tall, snobbish, angry demon bird woman standing in front of him.

"You didn't kill him" she said in an low voice.

"He didn't even show up!" Striker replied "Yer sure the date and the place were the correct ones!?"

"I am sure the information was correct! I KNOW HOW TO READ YOU PATHETIC LOWLY-" Stella stopped and breathed "The first time I care that Stolas acts like a good father to Octavia, and he doesn't show up!"

Maybe she was expecting too much from the owl demon prince she married.

"Yer still have to pay me" the cowboy replied not caring for his boss' state.

"Pay you... PAY YOU!?" She exclaimed while throwing a plant towards Striker. He managed to dodge it just in time while his eyes widened at the sudden display of aggressiveness.

"Pay you for WHAT!? Having a picnic? SINGING STUPID LOVE SONGS!?"

Before Striker could process the last question, the angry woman snatched the guitar from him and pointed the wooden part to his chest.

"Until you manage to kill that ungrateful, embarassing excuse of a Goetia... you won't get nothing. NOTHING!"

At the last word she smashed the guitar against a near wall and throwed the still attached pieces to him, something he couldn't avoid from the shock of seeing such a good guitar being wasted.

"Now get out of here! I will inform you about what happened between my husband and daughter. For the moment leave like the lowly, insignificant trash you are" and she left.

Striker looked at the woman with burning hellfire in his ringed eyes and began to walk towards the place he left Bombproof. Stella should be grateful he didn't just shoot many bullets in her insignificant, empty head.

But that doesn't mean he would let her get away with her insults and agression. He wasn't her husband, Stolas Goetia.

He was Striker from the Wrath Ring. And there will be HELL to pay.

The cowboy imp looked behind his back one last time, considering fixing the guitar that made him company in the human world. He shook his head.

"No. It's not worth it. Just a distraction"

He had to be prepared for Stella's call. He will find that horny owl, kill him. Then kill his wife and start his ascend to Hell's hierarchy. No one will see him coming.

And there is nothing and no one, no even Blitzo and his gang, that could stop him.

But first...

He had to find a place where he could recharge the human cellphone and know how the crazy and trippy cowboy wannabe chameleon story ended.

"Hope they don't kill the rattlesnake. There's more in that outlaw that what meets the eye. I can feel it"

#helluva boss #helluva boss season 2 #hb #hb season 2 #seeing stars #helluva boss fanfic #stolas goetia #octavia goetia #stella goetia #striker #hb striker #helluva striker #helluva boss striker #hb moxxie #hb millie #hb blitzo #the tittle is a reference to Starstruck #hoping seeing the cowboy imp soon #something tells me he would be a fan of Rattlesnake Jake #vivziepop #this post started as a theory #then it turned to Stella's POV #then to a Striker centric fic #dunno how that happened #but I'm glad it came to this