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thewulf · 9 months

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Frozen || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - Aaron has a new neighbor, a sweet young woman. There's something between them. She new in the city and he invites her when he has the team over for a bbq... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahh, just love him! Enjoy :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 5.2k+

It was hot. Way too hot. You’d been out weeding the garden for far too long now. A sweaty mess with dirt coating far too many different parts of your body. Super cute look. You were on a mission to get the damn garden bed weeded out. You’d, very fortunately, inherited the house from your aging grandma who wanted to downsize. You’d visited throughout the years and fell in love with the home and the area. The best thing about having a small family is that nobody fought you for the home.

But boy, were you in over your head. It wasn’t a massive home you’d just never owned one before and things were a tad overwhelming. Everything suddenly becoming your responsibility when you were least expecting it. Not that you were complaining. You owned a paid off home. How much better could it get than that?

The only thing that seemed to rip you right from your focus of pulling weeds was the small voice of boy behind you wondering about you, “Daddy! Who’s that new lady?” Shit. You were in the middle of crawling around the damn garden bed. Cursing lightly, you stood and turned towards the sidewalk with a smile on your face while simultaneously attempting wipe the dirt off your face but only smudging it further.

When you turned your heart about sunk to the floor. Why you? Why of all people that had to walk on by was it him? You were looking into the eyes of perhaps one of the most handsome men you’d come across in all of your years. And you were covered in dirt? The universe was playing a cruel trick on you.

Looking down at yourself you cursed yourself again. Quickly you looked back to the boy responding to him, “Hello.” You waved to the small boy keeping your eyes off his extremely attractive father, “I just moved in here.”

His eyes lit up, “A new neighbor?” He looked up to what you assumed to be his dad with big bright eyes pulling on his pants, “What happened to Mrs. Fields?” He looked you over curiously.

An interested one, he took a few steps forward to converse with you. A fearless little guy, “Mrs. Fields is my grandma. She wanted to go live in a warmer place, so she let me have her home and she moved down south.”

He took another few steps, almost to you now. His father had a pleading look in his eyes as if to apologize for his chatty son, “Cool! Do you like dinosaur’s?” He asked you excitedly.

“I love dinosaurs.” You knelt down so you were chatting with him on his level, “They’re like the coolest animals.” You responding drawing both a soft smile out of his father and fist pump from the little one.

“I know right!” He stepped even closer now, “Which one is your favorite?”

“Jack.” His father put a gentle hand on his sons shoulder, “You can ask about dinosaur’s another time. She’s busy.”

You shook your head looking up to him from your crouched position, “It’s alright. Gives me an excuse to take a break.” You turned back to Jack giving him a sweet smile, “My favorite dinosaur has to be the Velociraptor.”

He nodded excitedly at you, “That’s a good pick, but not the best…. Wait, what’s your name?” He asked after realizing he hadn’t asked earlier.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Jack.” You held you hand out for the little boy to take or reject.

He happily took your hand in his, albeit being three times the size. With a cheeky grin coating his face he responded, “It’s nice to meet you Y/N. That’s my dad! Daddy”

You looked away from Jack at his dad smiling at him, dirty face, and all, “Hi dad.” You waved up to him.

You could’ve sworn a hint of a blush crossed his face, “Aaron.” He held out his hand for you to take. Offering help up from the squat you’d been stuck in for a little too long. You took it feeling all too comfortable doing so, “We live next door.” He pointed over to his house, “Let either of us know if you ever need anything. Jack here loves to help.” He patted his sons head. For some reason that didn’t surprise you, not a bit.

“Thank you.” Your raging anxiety of home ownership dwindling a bit as you got to know the seemingly handy man next door.

He nodded smiling down at you, “We mean it. Now, let’s go Jack. You have homework to finish before soccer tonight.”

He groaned, “Okay dad. Bye Y/N.” He hugged your leg quickly before waltzing off with a pep in his step.

“Bye Jack.” You laughed watching him run over to his home, sliding in through the back door they left open.

“He’s a cutie.” You turned back to the rather striking man who just happened to be your neighbor. You wondered who his wife was. What she looked like. He had to have one right?

He ran a hand through his hair letting out a soft sigh, “He’s a handful, that’s for sure.”

“Aren’t all young boys?” You grinned.

He nodded, “That might be the truth.” He let out a small laugh, “I’ll let you get back to it. Nice meeting you Y/N.” His smile made him even more handsome. Damn. Did you have a crush on the older neighbor or what?

You nodded, “Likewise, see you around Aaron.” He tried to slow his racing heart hearing his name off your lips. Oh, he was in trouble. He waved going to the front of the house before disappearing within it.

See him around you did, whenever he was home at least. You’d become fast friends with Jack often playing with his dinosaurs in your shared backyards. You couldn’t say no to the sweet face when he asked so kindly, not even if you tried. Aaron had told you plenty of times that it was okay to ignore him, but you couldn’t. Especially when Aaron was home, he’d always come outside and join the two of you when he had the time.

You’d gotten to know, and love, the far too kind man over the last few months. You’d learned of his devastating past. You’d felt awful for him and just as equally broken for Jack. He’d lost his mom before he even got to know her and cherish her.

He’d gotten to know you too. Falling just as much for you as you did him. You were something nobody, but he and Jack knew about. A simple pleasure to come home to. He’d learned how you were a nurse, but you were back in school going for a Nurse Practitioner position. Aaron admired your drive for what you did. He really just admired you. The far too cute for your own good neighbor he’d never admitted he had a crush on.

You asked about work. He didn’t tell you much. But as the months progressed his lips became like putty around you. Anything you asked he answered. It felt to right to fight whatever this was. You were too young for him. Too you, he had to keep telling himself.

You’d learned about the team. How Derek was a player but a lover deep down. How Reid was the boy genius of the group. How JJ turned out to excel as a profiler. You’d learned about them all. It felt like you knew them. It felt odd to think you knew people who didn’t have a clue about you.

So, one summer evening a devious plan sparked in your mind as you were sitting in the sandbox across from Aaron. You smiled up at him giving him a look. A look he picked up on, “What?” He asked making sure not to draw Jack’s attention away from the castle he was building.

You shook your head, “Nothing, just thinking.”

“About?” He pressed leaning forward with his elbows on his knees looking right at you.

“We should have a cookout. A barbeque. When you guys are here for a weekend.” You said as nonchalantly as possible feeling the nerves bubble up when you spoke.

He raised an eyebrow processing it. He’d kept you as his own for so long. Would it ruin things if he mixed his personal life with his work life like it had so often before? He knew deep down that’s why he was hiding you away. Every time these paths crossed bad, bad things happened. He couldn’t be the reason why somebody else got hurt. He wouldn’t.

“If you want.” You added making sure there was no pressure. You understood his apprehension to letting you all the way in.

“Sure.” The words were out of his mouth before he really thought about it too much longer. The grin that crossed your face was all worth it though. He’d really do anything to see that smile.

“Really?”

He nodded, “Next weekend? If we don’t get called in? I can ask the team Monday.” He didn’t want to blow their phones up on a weekend off. Rare as they were. He knew the chances were slim that it’d happen that weekend, but he wanted to show you he was committed to it.

You nodded gleefully, “That sounds great. I’ll iron out the details this weekend.” You were a little nervous at the thought. But you knew they had to be great if he talked so highly of them.

He was wrong. They had an easy case that week that brought them home early on a Friday. They all said their goodbyes planning to meet at his place around 6:00 that night for the cookout. You’d gotten the final confirmation and started preparing everything the second he gave you the green light. It didn’t have to be perfect but you sure as hell wanted it to go smoothly.

There was nothing to stress about, just as Aaron had reassured you numerous times that evening leading up to everybody arriving. He could see the anxiety radiating off you

“Would you stop staring?” You asked pacing back and forth trying to think of any last-minute details.

He shook his head, “Not until you relax.”

You let out a huff. It was sweet but not the right time, “I just want it to go well, that’s all. I’ll relax once everybody is here.”

He was right, naturally. There was nothing to be stressed about. Each one more lovely than the next. Jack had gravitated towards you most of the night, even holding your hand and hiding behind you when Rossi was playing with him. Derek noticed Hotch watching you throughout the night. Smiling more than he’d ever seen the man before in his life. Derek clocked it quickly. Hotch probably didn’t even realize what he was doing. A man who was about to deny his feelings.

Derek had cornered his boss in the kitchen of his home not having a clue you were sitting in the room over responding to a few texts you ignored while getting the party ready.

“Hotch, what the hell?” You heard Derek’s booming voice from where you were sitting. You peaked up from your phone way too curious to hear the conversation that was so easily heard from the kitchen.

“What?” He sounded a bit taken aback by the confrontation, if only you could see their faces.

Derek laughed, “You know what.”

A brief pause, “I’m afraid I don’t Morgan.” He sounded a little agitated now. Nothing like he did when he was with you. It was interesting to watch him, listen to him, in such a different environment than the two of you had found so often.

You didn’t know Derek, but you had to assume he was rolling his eyes at that moment, “You like her. Your neighbor. Y/N.” This, you were not expecting.

“What are you talking about?” He answered. Ouch. Your heart was still racing though. What in the hell was he going to say next?

“Don’t play dumb. You’ve been smiling like a love drunk fool for the last two hours. You’ve been watching her like a hawk.” Profilers were scary. You hadn’t even noticed. Far too preoccupied with socializing and making sure everything was going okay.

He sighed, “She’s too young Derek.” You frowned. That was just untrue. You were in your late twenties. What’s twelve or so years?

“She’s not too young. Stop that. You’re talking yourself out of it.” Derek replied to his friend.

What came next hurt, hurt deeply, “She’s not my type though. She’s too young and not my type. It would never happen.” The sting that came from your heart radiated with each pulse.

Derek let out a howl, “That’s rich Hotchner. Whatever you want to tell yourself boss man.”

You didn’t let yourself hear the rest of the conversation. You shot right out of his house making a beeline towards the ladies with a fake ass smile adorning it. You’d successfully avoided him the rest of the night not able to bear the thought of looking at him. Who were you kidding? He was just being kind to you because you were kind to his son. Nothing more. Nothing less. No hard feelings. But you had the feelings. Real feelings that weren’t going to go away unless he went away. Operation avoid Aaron Hotchner was a go.

You’d been successful the better part of a month. Lucky for you he had been pretty wrapped up in cases leaving you and Jack more time to connect while Jess watched him. When Aaron was there you’d strategically leave when he showed up bidding a goodnight with some lame ass excuse. Jack would wine and Aaron would give you a pained nod in response. You never gave them much time to question you before you dashed home.

Aaron wasn’t dumb. This was his job for God’s sake. He knew it had something to do with him, but he couldn’t pinpoint what he could’ve done, and it was slowly driving him mad. Jack was getting frustrated too. You’d be fine until dad came around. He needed to figure it out. He missed you. He missed laughing and smiling with you.

He’d thought about it for days while he was off on a case. He thought about it as the team landed at the airport late on a Saturday night merging into Sunday morning. You on the other hand were having the time of your life out with your friends drinking far too much. Tipsiness, soon to be drunkenness, consumed your body throughout the night. You pouted when your friends pulled you into the backseat of one of their boyfriends SUV’s, making sure to drop all the girls off safe and sound.

You’d waved them off before you had the chance to actually enter the house. You fumbled with your keys before finding the right one. A shiver ripped down your spine, it was chilly. Odd for a summer evening you thought to yourself.

You turned the key in the lock only to rip the key right in half as you turned it. One half in your hand and the other stuck in the lock, “Fuck.” You began to panic. Your spare key was with a friend so you couldn’t even get in through the back. You tried to pick the key out of the lock only to be met with resistance. You were far too drunk to be dealing with this right now. The lock kept going in and out of focus.

You looked down at your phone, no. No, there was no way in hell you were calling him. You were too young and not his type. You couldn’t be the burden. Think, you had to think. After standing there for far too long without a damn thought in your mind you sat down on the bench you had outside. No locksmith’s would be open at this hour. Your parents were out of state. You didn’t have any family around. You could try and call a friend, but they were all probably still too drunk and passed out by now.

You groaned laying back on the bench thankful you’d at least turned the house light on before you left. Deciding that sleep would be better than lying awake dizzy all night you tried your best to get some sleep. Teeth chattering you curled up in a ball trying to preserve some warmth it felt like sleep would never come.

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because when you were woken up very abruptly it was still dark. You let out a small yelp before thrashing out at whomever grabbed your wrist.

“It’s me.” That familiar voice calmed you down instantly. Your thrashing stopped but your head still spun. Yup, you were definitely still drunk. Damn tequila sodas were lethal to you. But you’d never stop.

“What?” You asked far too confused. Shivering even more than you were earlier. What time was it anyway?

He pulled you up in a swift motion shrugging his jacket off placing it around your shivering frame softly, “What are you doing?” He asked urgently feeling how cold you really were as he held onto your frozen wrists.

You mumbled something incoherent feeling the ill effects of the cold. You wrapped his warm jacket around you further trying to find any ounce of warmth you could in it. It smelled too damn good on top of it. It made your already dizzy head even fuzzier.

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek trying to get you to look at him, “Can you hear me?” His heart was racing. One moment he was pulling into the driveway. He always looked over at your house just to check, he always did when he pulled in late. His heart about dropped out of his body when he saw you laying there. He hadn’t thought much of it before running over to you. You were okay. You were fine. When you didn’t respond to his calls he had to resort to shaking you gently.

You mumbled some more clear “Yes’s”, but he still didn’t buy it. Not a bit. He looked you over quickly making sure you weren’t hurt before turning your body to his.

“That’s it.” He didn’t waste a second more before scooping you up into his arms with ease. You leaned your head into his chest shamelessly absorbing the warmth within you. It just felt too good to pass up. You’d let yourself be embarrassed later.

Once he got you inside he set you down on the couch. He wrapped you from head to toe in a few different blankets. You nuzzled in suddenly very thankful your neighbor had not only found you put kind of saved your ass. You were cold. Freezing. Who knows what you would’ve been like in the morning. Frozen most likely.

“I put a few blankets in the dryer for ten minutes. That should help warm you up.” Aaron squatted down so he was level with your horizontal body. With the utmost caution he brushed some hair out of your eyesight. Your body shivered at his touch sending a grimace to his face.

“Thank you.” You were more coherent but totally tipsy. The effects of the alcohol had finally started dying down, but it was still there.

His eyes snapped to yours. He must’ve been thinking the same thing. Not expecting you to be coherent just yet, “What the hell were you doing? Thinking? You could’ve been attacked out there. You could’ve frozen to death out there Y/N.” He sighed knowing he needed to reel it back. You were probably just as freaked out as he was.

You turned away. His stare suddenly too much for you to handle, “I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes willing the alcohol to just go away.

He ran a hand through his dark hair. He needed to try again, “What happened?” There, that was a start.

You started on how you went out with your friends and ending with the “My key snapped in the lock.” Holding up the broken stub still attached to your keyring.

Aaron frowned taking it from you, “Why didn’t you call.”

You shrugged, “Didn’t want to bother you.”

A groan escaped his lips, “You are never a bother. You have to know that. Please, just call me next time, okay?” Again, he wracked his brain for anything that he could’ve done. Why you’d pulled back so suddenly on him. It just didn’t make sense. What happened at the cookout? What did he do?

“Okay.” You didn’t feel like arguing. Not anymore. You were tired and cold but thankfully warming up. You knew that’d appease the man.

He sat down from the kneeling position, “Thank you.”

You didn’t respond only nodding a little. You finally felt warm. Wiggling your toes, you sighed in relief. He just watched you. Watched as your eyes drooped, clearly tired. Before he could respond the dryer went off. He shot to his feet the moment he heard it go off, “Wait here.”

You didn’t listen. You shrugged off the blankets. Why oh why were you still so drunk? You tried shrugging it off. Pushing off the couch you stood to your feet wobbling in the slightest. You hadn’t made it a few steps before you heard his voice again.

“What are you doing?” His scolding voice asked you. Your eyes shot up from the floor looking right at him. Blood rushed right to your cheeks. Busted. What else would’ve happened? You weren’t thinking right.

“Walking.” You smiled hesitantly feeling the room begin to spin around you.

He didn’t return the smile. His lips drawn in a harsh line. Mean Aaron Hotchner was terrifying. You wobbled slightly before stepping to the side.

“What were you thinking? You could’ve died out there! You were half frozen when I found you. Somebody could have found you before I did! Did you even think? You’ll be lucky if you don’t catch pneumonia let alone a nasty cold.” He dropped the warm blankets on the ground ready for the inevitable. He was pissed but he was trying to reel it in for your sake. You looked like a scared deer caught in some headlights.

You shook your head quickly, “I’m sorry.” You mumbled for a second time wiping your eyes quickly, not daring to cry in front of him right now. It was too much though, he was too much, “I can’t… I can’t do this.” You let out trying to walk around him. But between the tears, alcohol, achy muscles, and him you nearly tripped right onto your face had he not been standing right there. With quick reflexes Aaron caught you before you toppled completely. He pulled you up into his arms.

“What is going on Y/N?” His eyes searched yours as he steadied you back on your feet, desperate for some kind of answer. You stepped back away from his burning grip you liked far too much. Far, far too much for somebody who didn’t like you. Staying away from Aaron Hotchner was just not working. The operation was suddenly amiss.

Fuck it. Who cares if he knew? You’d blame the alcohol for this confession anyway, “I heard you.” You let out.

He shook his head, unsure of what you were referring to, “Where? What’d you hear?” He was afraid you’d heard some gruesome detail of his job he’d never be able to recover from. He wasn’t expecting you to say the next words that came out of your mouth though.

“At the barbeque. You and Derek in the kitchen.” You looked down and away. Anywhere but his eyes, you just couldn’t. Not after admitting that.

He thought for a moment and cursed. How could he have been so stupid? You watched as he registered your words. His mouth opened to say something before it closed, taking it back. Never letting that thought come to life.

You couldn’t take the silence, not knowing what he was thinking, “I’m sorry, let me call a friend. I’ll get out of here.”

He shook his head quickly, “No, please don’t.” He picked up a blanket before wrapping it around you at a distance, “Stay. Sit. Please?” He spoke in broken sentences as he watched you. Watched as you went through the different options in your head.

Of course, you would. You’d do anything for him, that much was clear. A sucker for Aaron Hotchner. You walked over to the kitchen table with him close in tow just in case you were to stumble again. He only relaxed when you were seated and steady. You place your hands on the table waiting for him to say something. You were at a loss for words, it was his turn to speak.

He looked around before his eyes landed on your glassy ones, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” It sounded awful as it came out of his mouth, and he knew it. He knew it from the way your eyebrow arched up as if to question him.

You couldn’t help the light chuckle that escaped your lips, “Clearly.”

“No.” He groaned palming his hands across his face, “That’s not what I meant. I just wanted him to back off is all. It was the easiest thing to do to get him to do so.” Aaron pleaded both with his hands and his eyes right next to you at the table.

You rolled your eyes. You wanted to believe him. You really did. But were you too young? Were you not his type? I mean you were you. Not unattractive but not the most beautiful creature to walk across the stage either.

“Y/N, Jesus, I…” He sighed taking one of your hands by surprise. Your eyes finally found his again. He’d finally gotten your attention again, “I feel things for you that I shouldn’t. You aren’t too young for me but I’m far too old for you. You’re incredible. Kind. Sweet. One of the funniest people I’ve ever met. The way you treat Jack is unlike anything I’d ever dreamed of. As hard as it is for me to say, you should find somebody that isn’t as old as me.” He smiled giving your hand a squeeze before hesitantly dropping it.

You let out a breath you’d been holding in. Well, he’d laid it all out on the line for you. It made sense. But it didn’t. He didn’t even give a chance to voice your opinion. You didn’t care. It didn’t bother you. You in fact had never met anybody like him before. No man had ever asked you the question he’d asked you before. Gotten to know you so deeply, right down to your core. It wasn’t even really your fault you fell in love with the man as quickly as you did. He did everything you wanted, you needed.

You took his hand back, relishing in the feeling, “What if I don’t want to?”

“You should.” He tried once more.

But you weren’t having it, “Not.”

He shook his head letting his fingers lace with yours, “Y/N.”

“Aaron.” You widened your eyes giving his hand a squeeze this time, “Can I have a word now?”

He nodded, “Yeah, sorry.” That was the second time you’d seen a blush on his cheeks. He must’ve been feeling awfully vulnerable or maybe he was finally letting you in.

“You’re unlike any man I’ve ever met Aaron Hotchner. You’ve made me feel things I’ve never ever felt or dreamed of feeling before and you’ve only been my friend. You too are so kind, incredibly sweet, the most thoughtful guy and the best dad I’ve seen. You balance everything so beautifully. You’re a light and I love being around you if you’d want me to that is.” You felt as his thumb brushed up and down your index finger. A chill shot right up your arm and down your back when you realized what he was doing.

“I know I shouldn’t, but I like you. A lot more than I should.” He pulled your hand up so he could kiss the back of it. You watched as his lips brushed across the back of your hand so gently it only made you ache for something more. That was just cruel.

You grinned squeezing his hand tight, “I like you too. A whole lot. Who cares what you should or shouldn’t feel. That’s stupid. I like you. You like me. It’s that simple.” It was a combination of everything that had your eyes watering. It felt so damn good to spit it out at him. To let him know how you felt. To ramble everything out. You didn’t just like him. You loved the damn man.

He laughed shaking his head. You admired him as you watched the smile grow on his face, “Is it that simple?”

You shrugged, “I don’t see why it couldn’t be.”

He stood from the seat pulling you up with him. He pulled you close seeing as you were still as unsure of your own steps as ever, “How much have you had to drink tonight?” Damn profilers know everything, not that it wasn’t terribly obvious.

Might as well play it off, right? You leaned forward whispering in his ear, “You sound like a scary officer when you ask that.” You noticed the small shiver that rocked his body as you did so. A small, satisfied smile graced your lips as you drew back.

He shook his head running his eyes up and down your frame wrapped in a blanket, “Are you warm enough?”

You saluted him, “Yes, sir. And for the record I only had eight drinks tonight.”

He laughed, “Stop that. This is serious.” He put his hands on your shoulders to steady you out, “You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now.” He pulled back, as much as he didn’t want to.

You whined looking up to him, “Then do it.”

“No can-do pretty lady. You’re intoxicated.” He answered far too quickly for your liking.

“So? I can still make decisions.” You challenged his ability to use reason. So persistent you were being.

“Afraid not, let’s get you to sleep.” He let his hands fall from your shoulders.

You frowned, “Oh, come on Aaron.” Maybe pouting would work. But no, he was too much of a gentleman for your own good.

He shook his head quickly, “Let’s make a deal. How about, if in the morning you still want to kiss me, I’ll let you do just that?”

You sighed, “Fine. Come find me first thing though. Promise me that?” You started walking towards the couch before a light tug at your wrist stopped you.

He nodded in response to you, “I promise. There’s a guest room sweetheart. Let me tuck you in.” He pointed up the steps.

You nodded sheepishly feeling his eyes on you the entire way up. Before he could protest you pulled off your top off leaving you in a tank top and jean shorts, comfortable enough. He gulped as he watched the entire ordeal play out before him, thankful you weren’t just in a bra.

“Sleep tight.” He brushed the stray hairs out of your face once you slid under the covers, fighting every urge in him to lean down and kiss you goodnight. Not yet.

“Night Aaron.” You yawned letting the warmth of the bed consume you, “Can’t wait to kiss the crap out of you in the morning.”

He laughed, that full hearty Aaron Hotchner laugh that warmed your soul, “Goodnight sweetheart. I’ll find you first thing.” A smile adorned your face as you fell asleep to those words.

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NEVER HAVE I EVER • BRADLEY BRADSHAW (part i)

pairing: bradley bradshaw x reader (18+)

summary: a game of never have i ever leads to bradley (as well as everyone) finding out that you are a virgin. the thought of being your first drives him a little crazy, and he can’t wait to ruin your sweet innocence.

tags: explicit sexual content (minors dni), slight angst, fingering, praise kink, spit, inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, age gap, dom!bradley, no mentions of y/n, established relationship

word count: 4.8k

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─────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─────── “Never have I ever had sex.”

The group simultaneously groans at the lame “Never Have I Ever” question, rolling their eyes in feigned annoyance as they finish their tequila shots unwillingly. Hangman throws his head back in an amused laugh, taking a shot of his own while he chuckles at his successful attempt to get everyone to drink - a perfect way to get the night started.

While all of them are too busy either chasing the tequila with a drink of their choice or complaining about Hangman’s lame antics, nobody notices how you were the only one out of the entire group who didn’t take a shot. You glance around anxiously while praying to all the almighty gods out there that no one spots you, though it seems that your prayers are unanswered when Hangman calls out your name.

“You didn’t take a shot,” he points out before pouring himself another tequila shot, eyeing your still full shot glass with a suspicious stare. Damn him for being so observant. You wrack your brain to come up with a witty remark, a vague excuse - anything that can get you out of blatantly admitting that you are indeed a virgin to your fellow aviators, but it is almost as if your mind has stopped working, finding yourself at a complete loss for words.

It isn’t like there’s anything wrong with being a virgin, and you know that it isn’t uncommon to lack sexual experience at your age - still being in your early twenties and all. It’s just that growing up in a strict household with religious parents and living in a small little town where sex has always been considered a taboo subject all your life, you aren’t particularly comfortable talking about your sex life - or lack thereof - so openly. Especially not in front of your comrades who are older and definitely more experienced.

In your peripheral vision, you can see Rooster watching you from across the pool table with an unfathomable look on his face, his intense gaze making you swallow nervously. You can feel all eyes on you, their curious stares doing nothing to help with your blank state of mind.

“Didn’t you tell us that you had a boyfriend back in high school or something?” Coyote said, referring to that night when you drunkenly shared stories about your shitty ex-boyfriend - including that one time when he gave you a promise ring with his ex’s initials engraved on it for your anniversary, hoping somehow you wouldn’t notice the recycled gift. “Yeah, but we just… we didn’t do much,” you mutter out a short answer, shrugging your shoulders in feigned nonchalance while hoping that the conversation can move on to something else, anything else.

Hangman’s lips pull up into a slight smirk at your reply, an expression you come to know all too well. “Don’t worry, our dear old Rooster here is an excellent teacher,” he jokes while raising his eyebrows suggestively, poking fun at the new couple in the group. You clear your throat with an awkward cough and take a gulp of your beer, not particularly comfortable with discussing your sex life with Bradley to your friends.

You know that he means no harm though. It’s just Hangman being Hangman, everybody sitting there knows that, including Rooster. Despite knowing that this is merely one of Hangman’s lame, harmless jokes, it didn’t do much to suppress the anger simmering in the pit of Rooster’s stomach. “Hey man, cut it out,” he warned through gritted teeth, his tone authoritative as he tightened his jaw in irritation. Realizing that he has overstepped, Hangman raises his hand in surrender and mutters a quick “sorry” before swiftly resuming the game of “Never Have I Ever”.

The game continues on through the night, the awkward moment where it was revealed that you are a virgin - though not explicitly - has long been forgotten by your friends after a few rounds of drinks. You remain a participant in the game, only taking shots at the more mundane questions like “Never have I ever broken a bone” or “Never have I ever given out a fake number to a guy” whereas the others are taking shots at things like having a threesome or calling people the wrong name during sex - heck, even Bob has taken a shot at the question “Never have I ever been given a lap dance”

It is then when you realize just how different you are from your fellow aviators, whether it be your lack of sexual experience or your relatively dull life. While they have all these crazy stories and adventures to share, you have basically nothing. You find yourself suddenly feeling out of place, sticking out like a sore thumb, and being excluded from the conversation while you watch them downing shots at things so daring that you’ve never even dreamt of doing.

To make matters worse while you throw yourself a little pity party, you can feel your boyfriend’s eyes on you the entire night, right after your little confession. He gazes into you with a blank, stoic expression, his stare only leaving you occasionally when he stands up to get more drinks for the others. The aircon inside the Hard Deck is blasting, leaving the bar so chilly that even Phoenix had her leather jacket on - yet somehow you can feel yourself heating up despite only wearing a flimsy sundress.

Having just started dating Bradley roughly two months ago, you never mention to him that you are a virgin - the topic simply never came up. And while you know you must be overthinking because the Rooster that you know and come to fall in love with would never judge you for something like this, you can’t help the worry silently gnawing at your mind. Does Bradley mind that you are a virgin? Is he less attracted to you now that he knows you lack sexual experience?

You try to shift your focus back to the game, hoping that your friends’ ridiculous “Never Have I Ever” questions can help distract you, but you find it difficult to indulge in the game now that a gloomy raincloud sits above your head, ruining your mood and refusing to leave despite your best efforts.

The night ended with the majority of the group completely wasted after consuming an unhealthy amount of alcohol in their game of “Never Have I Ever”, downing shots like no tomorrow as if they are college kids on a Friday night. You can already imagine the terrible hangover all of them will have the next day, and you might even feel slightly sorry for them if they haven’t brought it on themselves.

Hangman can barely stand even with the help of Phoenix and Bob, mumbling out some incoherent nonsense while the trio stumbles out of the bar. Payback manages to call an uber after struggling for five minutes to type in his passcode and fetches himself, Fanboy, and Coyote a ride back to base. While the last of the drunk ones get in the car, waving lazily as the vehicle drives away, the only two sober ones in the group are left. You didn’t have much to drink to begin with, considering how you haven’t done most of the crazy shit they said. Whereas Rooster opted out of the game after two rounds, stating that he needs to stay sober to watch over the group in case anything happens.

“Let me walk you home,” Rooster says to you while offering you his hand, his lips pulling up into a small smile when you don’t hesitate to intertwine your fingers together, feeling the warmth of his hand envelope your own. You live at an apartment off-base within walking distance of the bar, and Rooster always makes sure to walk you home after every night out at the Hard Deck. The ten-minute walk to your apartment is usually the time when you two catch up, enjoy your alone time and talk about everything as he presses kisses on your moon-illuminated cheeks every now and then, telling you how beautiful you look.

Tonight is different though, since Rooster is staying silent with a somewhat tensed look across his features. The summer breeze feels unpleasantly colder than usual, the moon looking exceptionally dull in the dark abyss of the sky, and you find yourself falling quiet for the rest of the way home - no longer in your usual bright mood to joke around with your boyfriend.

It doesn’t take long before you arrive outside your apartment, fishing for your keys inside your bag before unlocking the door. Rooster remains outside as he watches you enter your home and switch the living room lights on, ready to bid you goodnight when you interject, “Do you wanna come in?” He stares at you for a few seconds, his brows quirking up almost as if he is contemplating his choices, and finally nods at your invitation.

You let him in before swiftly shutting the door behind him, feeling your heart quicken its pace ever so slightly as if this is your first time having him over. “You want anything to drink?” you ask when you grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, finishing it in several gulps to wash away the unpleasant taste of alcohol on your tongue. “I’m good,” Rooster answers simply, not bothering to look up at you while he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“Baby,” you sigh quietly, and your boyfriend finally glances up at you at your usual pet name for him. “Is there something wrong?” Rooster shakes his head at your question, blinking up at you from his seat on the couch with a puzzled look. “What? No,” he answers with a truthful expression, and you almost got fooled if it isn’t for the way his eyes widen ever so slightly.

Normally you would let it slide and drop the matter, preferring to let Rooster open up to you when he feels comfortable and at his own pace. However, after being out for the whole night, you simply do not have it in you to beat around the bush anymore. There is clearly something up with your boyfriend and you two are going to deal with this right here, right now. “You’ve been quiet this entire evening!” you sigh for the umpteenth time that day, staring your exhausted eyes down at the floor while you fumble with your fingers absentmindedly. Rooster falls silent once again, struggling to find the right words to say.

Dreadful thoughts squirm at the back of your mind, and despite your best effort to convince yourself to stop overthinking, you can’t help the worry that sits inside your head. “Is this because of me… being a virgin? Did you want someone more experienced?” you ask in a dejected voice, your lips turning into a small pout as your sentence slowly fades into nothingness.

Going into the relationship, you know that he has way more experience than you - considering the relatively large age gap between you two. You’ve always thought that it would not affect you, but judging by your boyfriend’s reaction throughout the night, you guess that’s not the case.

Rooster watches you from across the living room, a look of bewilderment on his face while the gears in his head turn slowly, struggling to comprehend what you just said. “Wait what?” he blurted out, confusion evident in his tone. “Honey… of course not!” he hurriedly rises to his feet and walks over to you, but you refuse to meet his eyes. “You think I would love you any less because of this?” Rooster’s delicate fingers reach for your chin, softly tilting your head up so that you are looking at him while he places his other hand on the small of your back. His gaze is gentle, sincere, his eyes holding so much warmth and adoration for you that you almost feel stupid for even thinking that he would mind your lack of experience.

“I don’t know — why did you stare at me for the whole night then? You kept giving me this look… right after I said that I am a virgin,” you mutter underneath your breath. “I was just thinking about some stuff…” he answers vaguely while averting his eyes, briefly running his fingers through his disheveled hair. “About what?” you ask again, determined to get to the bottom of this, and you can feel the frustration grow within you when he falls quiet once more. “Tell me right now, Bradley Bradshaw,” you demand as you address him by his full name, adamant to know what’s been on your boyfriend’s mind that was bothering him so much.

Rooster exhales a breathy sigh before his gaze returns to you, still not speaking a single word, but you swear you see something in his eyes change. The tension in the room suddenly feels different, a slight shift in the air, and your heart races at the thought. He slowly leans into your neck to breathe in your scent, placing a chaste kiss on your skin before he asks, “You wanna know what I was thinking about the whole night, baby? Hmm?” His voice is soft and mellow, each word sweet like honey while he places a few more open-mouthed kisses on your neck, making your breath hitch. Feeling your pulse quicken at the sensation of his lips against you, you exhale shakily before giving him a hesitant nod.

You try your hardest to remain unbothered, not wanting him to know just how worked up you are getting from his kisses alone - though you can already feel your mind getting slightly hazy at the proximity. With him being this close to you, it feels as though every sense of yours is heightened, cranked up to the max. You can feel the heat of his skin against your own, the warmth of his arms through the thin fabric of your dress, and the way his mustache lightly grazes your neck. You can smell the faint citrusy aroma from the shampoo he likes to use, as well as the familiar scent of his favorite cologne - the one you got him for his birthday.

“I was wondering… has anyone ever made you come before?” Rooster whispers into your neck, hot breath fanning onto your skin with each word that falls from his lips. Your muscles tense up at his revelation - never in a million years did you expect that as his answer. “What? I—I don’t know,” you stammer nervously, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks at his straightforwardness. “Yes or no, baby?” His sultry tone makes you feel like you’re becoming out of breath, the oxygen in your lungs depleting with each passing second. You inhale a shuddering breath before slowly shaking your head, certain that your voice will start tremoring the second you open your mouth to speak.

His lips pull up into a smirk as he watches you, clearly noticing just how affected you are getting by his words. It feels almost wrong how turned on he is by you, by the look of innocence on your face, by the thought of corrupting you. “The entire night… I was thinking about being the first to be inside you. The first to make you come on my fingers, my tongue, my cock.” You can feel the wind getting knocked out of you, each word sending an explosion of tingles down your spine and straight to your core, leaving you completely breathless.

To hear those sinful words come out of your boyfriend’s mouth - the man who is always so gentle and sweet to you - feels so wrong but so right at the same time. His lewd words flood into your mind, occupying each and every one of your thoughts and quickly morphing into vivid imaginations. You imagine having his fingers pumping inside you steadily as he whispers praises into your ear, coaxing broken moans out of you while his skillful tongue laps feverishly against your folds - god, the things you’d do just to have him touch you.

Your mouth goes dry when he trails tender kisses along your neck, teeth scratching against your skin, and you just barely manage to hold in a whimper when he nibbles lightly on your earlobes. Rooster pulls away momentarily and stares into you with darkened eyes, hazy and clouded with lust. He slides his hands around your waist to pull you closer, his eyes never leaving yours as he leans forward to capture your lips in a bruising kiss. Your bodies press against each other heatedly, the warmth of his embrace enveloping your entire being.

Circling your arms around his neck, you thread your fingers into his sandy hair and give an experimental tug, relishing the throaty groan that escapes his lips. “Tell me baby, have you ever touched yourself?” he leans back from the kiss to ask, letting his gaze drag from your flushed cheeks down to the revealing neckline of your dress. “I guess… sometimes,” you admit to him, voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. His thumb gently brushes over your slick bottom lips, and he swears that the innocent look in your eyes will soon drive him to insanity.

Rooster’s fingers slowly trace along your waist, loving the way your breath hitches with every delicate stroke of his hand - and he can’t help but wonder what other kinds of sound you’ll make when he touches you elsewhere. “Tell me, darlin’. Who do you think about when you’re fucking yourself with those pretty little fingers?” He pushes himself even closer to you as he awaits your response, letting out a deep groan when he feels your body press against his erection, the friction between his jeans and your sundress providing minimal relief.

Your mind drifts back to the countless nights when you had your hands down your panties, eyes screwed shut, pleasuring yourself with clumsy, unskilled strokes that can never quite give you the pleasure you yearn for as you imagine it was Rooster doing it instead. “You,” you answer truthfully, almost afraid that you have said something wrong when Rooster’s fingers come to a sudden halt. Your name falls from his lips in a quiet whisper, the way he says it fogging up your head with arousal even more. Slowly reaching for your chin, he pulls you close toward him so that your lips are barely touching. “You will be the death of me,” he breathes against your lips as his hand lowers to the hemline of your dress, fumbling lazily with the thin fabric.

Rooster’s hand inches lower and lower until he finally slides it underneath your dress, fingers gently caressing the inside of your thighs. His fingertips feel scorching hot against your skin, setting your body ablaze and igniting a fire deep inside you, one that can only be put out by his touch. Your breath catches in your throat when his fingers trail along the apex of your thighs and settles over the elastic of your underwear. His touch is ever so delicate, slow and unhurried as if he’s deliberately trying to tease you, as if the damned smirk on his face isn’t teasing enough already.

“You look so pretty right now,” he rasps out, running his digits over the thin cotton fabric at a tantalizingly slow pace, leaving you wanting more. There is a familiar smugness that dawns upon his features when he feels the dampened fabric, fingertips drawing small circles against the wet spot, earning a pleasured gasp from you as your eyelids screw shut. You bite your lips in an attempt to suppress the sounds threatening to spill from your lips, but eventually, you fail when he presses harder against your core, determined to hear your pretty moans. “Rooster, please. Touch me,” you plead with a trembling voice, wanting nothing more than for him to touch you like he means it, and Rooster has never loved his callsign more than this moment when he hears it fall from your lips.

“Patience, darlin’.” He leans in to connect your lips, and you moan into the kiss when you feel his tongue swiping against your bottom lip, licking inside your mouth. It feels heavenly to have his fingers touch your clothed core, but you want more, much more, you want it so bad you can almost cry, so you reach for his arm and give it an eager tug. “Bradley, just—please!” Each of your words is laced with a kind of desperation Rooster has never seen or heard before, and it sends a shock of electricity through him.

“Relax for me. I’ll make you feel real good,” he says in a hushed voice and finally slides his hand inside your underwear, slicking up his digits with your wetness as he strokes up and down your folds. The sensation is so electrifying that your eyes fly shut, your back arching off the wall with a sharp inhale. A desperate whine escapes your lips when he pushes up a little higher, rubbing soft circles over your clit. “You like that, baby?” he murmurs between kisses, his eyes lingering on your flushed face as he continues to touch the spot between your thighs. You give him an urgent nod, both hands fisting tightly on his shirt as you pray that he never stops.

When he slowly pushes a finger inside your cunt, you can almost feel your eyes roll to the back of your head in pure ecstasy, tiny sparks of pleasure slithering up your veins and fogging up your head. Broken moans fall from your lips with every stroke of his finger, and your body shivers at the way his fingertips glide along your walls. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He pulls away for a second, the sudden loss of contact making you whine involuntarily, and you probably would’ve been so embarrassed if it isn’t for how turned on you are right now. With Rooster right in front of you, you simply can’t bring yourself to care anymore. “Shh, it’s okay.” Arousal floods through your brain as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips, wetting his digits with spit while he savors the taste of you on him. “You taste so good,” he sighs contently before lowering his slick hand to your core once again, this time sliding two fingers inside you.

You hiss at the slight stretch and tilt your head back against the wall, whining at the slightly painful yet somehow pleasurable sensation. His fingers feel entirely different from your own, much thicker than your delicate ones, his movement deft and skilled. None of the sleepless nights you spent with nothing but your shitty vibrator and your imagination to keep you company can ever compare to this moment. With Rooster’s fingers knuckles deep inside of your throbbing core, thrusting steadily as his thumb occasionally rub lazy circles against your clit - this all feels too good to be true.

“Good girl. You’re taking my fingers so well,” he leans in to whisper in your ear, and you swear you begin seeing stars at the praise. His breath hitches in his throat when he feels your cunt tightening around his finger, and he lets out a deep grunt before asking, “You like it when I call you that, hmm? My good fucking girl.” Strings of incoherent words pour out of your lips with every steady stroke of his hand, leaving the both of you breathless while he watches you being ruined. The way your eyebrows become furrowed, mouth ajar while you beg him not to stop - everything seems like it came straight out of his wet dream.

Rooster wants to ruin you, to corrupt you, to make you come so hard that you’ll forget your name. “Fuck, Bradley!” you gasp when he begins curling his fingers inside you, the pleasurable sensation sending a trail of shivers down your spine. The living room is filled with your sinful moans and his labored breathing, along with the obscene sounds of his fingers thrusting inside you.

There is a familiar tightening sensation at the pit of your stomach, yet this time it feels much more intense. Rooster tears his gaze away from your face to glance down with his half-lidded eyes, almost hypnotized by the way his fingers disappear inside you with every stroke. The confinement of his jeans is becoming painful as he imagines replacing his fingers with his cock instead, feeling his erection hardening even more. The pace of his thrusts begins speeding up, and he knows you’re getting close by the way your moans grow breathier and more high-pitched.

“Shit, oh shit—right there, fuck!” you mewl desperately when he starts drawing tight circles over your clit, feeling your thighs begin to quiver at the pleasure threatening to overcome you. “That feels good, hmm? Didn’t know you have such a dirty little mouth,” he chuckles and delivers a light smack on your ass, surprised at the choked moan you let out, and he makes a mental note to do that again the next time you two get intimate.

With the combination of the summer heat and your heated bodies pressing together, your forehead is starting to get covered with a sheen of sweat. Rooster stares at your glistening skin and flushed cheeks, your lips red and swollen from biting on them too hard - he wants to devour you so bad. “You’re getting close, darlin’, come for me,” he says under his breath when he feels your walls begin to convulse, clenching around his fingers in an almost rhythmic way.

The knot inside your stomach tightens even more, the pressure building inside you since the second he lays his fingers on you is starting to reach its peak. “Just a little more,” he coos before placing a kiss on the glistening skin of your neck, his eyes fixated on your face as he pumps in and out of your core, determined to bring you to your sweet release. You clutch onto his shirt as if your life depended on it, your whimpers and moans becoming so uncontrollably loud that you are certain your neighbor will be able to hear you.

“Oh god—Bradley, I’m gonna—“ Before you can even finish your sentence, the tightening coil within you snaps and sends you tumbling over the edge, the feeling of ecstasy blinding you. Waves of pleasure crash over you so mercilessly that you almost feel like you are drowning, running out of oxygen in a sea of pure and utter bliss. Your body seizes up at the overwhelming sensation, never once have you experienced an orgasm this intense before, and now you wonder how you were able to survive the past twenty-something years without Bradley.

“That’s it… there you go… good girl.” You can hear the faint voice of your boyfriend, though you can’t bring yourself to reply just yet to his seemingly muffled words. While you are still in your dazed state, Rooster relishes the way your cunt pulsates around his fingers, still pumping slowly inside you to ride out your orgasm. You look absolutely wrecked. Pupils blown and eyes hazy with lust, drops of sweat cascading down your forehead, chest heaving up and down from the lungfuls of air you are taking, and one strap of your dress falling off your shoulders. While you will most certainly argue otherwise, he thinks you cannot be more beautiful than right now.

A good minute has passed before you feel yourself slowly recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm you just experienced - from his fingers only, too. Rooster reaches up to cradle your cheeks gently, pulling you into a sweet kiss despite the sinful thoughts running across his mind. Needless to say, his pants became even tighter now that he has witnessed your orgasm.

You let out a soft hiss at the over-sensitivity when he pulls out his fingers, glistening with your arousal as he brings them up to his lips and sucks. “Fuuck—you taste fucking delicious,” he groans after he pulls away with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to his slick fingers. The erotic scene happening before you makes your knees weak, and you are certain you would’ve fallen over if it isn’t for the arm wrapped around you.

“Bradley…” you lean forward to whisper quietly into his ears, the feeling of arousal bubbling within you once again when you feel his hardness pressing firmly into your stomach - a sign that he is just as affected by all of this as you are. “Yes, darlin’?” he inhales a shuddering breath, hissing slightly when your delicate fingers dance across his zipper, fumbling with the metal piece but not quite pulling it down.

“Take me to bed.”

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roachesbf · 11 months

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You already know who it isssssss!!!

If you’re up for it, considering you’ve already done a bear courting fic with König if I’m correct.. anywho, if you’re up to it! Bear!Price.

He’s just so big and hairy, and likely musky with an earthy scent. Probably constantly scenting your room or clothes, sometimes even your person as a whole. Big hands keeping you as close as possible.

He’s so possessive at times, keeping you in big bear hugs as he huffs and growls towards anyone too close for liking. He just wants you to himself, can’t risk having someone else’s scent on you.

The man is a heavy sleeper, and refuses to let you go once you’re in bed with him. Keeping you borderline hostage as he purrs and hums pleasantly.

And he’s big on providing. Living up to his little fishermen’s hat as he constantly goes out and brings you back the nicest fish he could find. He wants to show you that he can provide! The perfect mate, no?

He’s just so big on making sure you’re safe and loved. He wants you to know it too. Doting on you constantly and spoiling you with his love.

Anywhooo, per usual, keep up the amazing work!!<333

- 🪶

Bear Price Headcanons

Hohoho you’re totally right about Price’s scenting obsession, he loves having you wear his clothing. Hats, jackets, shirts you name it, at this point his clothes are your clothes. He’s got such an aggressive scent to others though, it’s almost impossible to not smell him on you since he’s with you any chance he gets. Holding you close or nuzzling his beard into your neck, tickling you in the process. It quite literally makes everyone sick and they complain to him about constantly scenting you but he just looks away and says he has no idea what they’re talking about.

This mf is so funny though because in his sleep he’ll accidentally roll onto you, a few smacks on his back he wakes up and with a grumbly tone says “Sorry about that love :3” But he’s not sorry at all because he thinks it’s pretty funny and you’re lucky if he doesn’t do it again later that night. If he's not on top of you he’s got you in a strong hold on your waist, keeping you close that he’s practically suffocating you but shittt nobody here is gonna complain.

I feel like he’s very embarrassed about being jealous and possessive, because what does he have to worry about at his grown age. If he was doing something and he saw someone interacting with you in a way he didn’t like, he'd immediately pause whatever he was doing, it’s a simple way of body language to show that he’s distressed. Afterwards he’ll go and wrap an arm around your waist and give you a kiss on the lips before asking what you were talking about.

If you tease him about it he’ll just gruff and say “So what..” Of course make, him feel better by giving him a kiss on the cheek. It's very sweet and domestic, always managing to calm him down.

Tbh Price to me is that one image where it’s like my bitch wife tells me what to do, if he sees you being too rowdy, he’s picking you up over your shoulder. Or he’ll place his bucket hat on you, which surprises you so much you don’t even remember what got you acting out in the first place. He also does that to be smug, he knows everybody hates it and thinks it's ugly…but they also simultaneously want it, it's a need. So when you walk in with the hat, they’re just so jealous because how do you have it???

In my heart I know he is a great cook, and it’s one of the biggest things he does to show off to you. Not only is he strong, smart, but he’s an incredible cook. He’d bend over backwards to impress you with his cooking, he also knows cooking is a thing a lot of guys lack in so it’s just another thing he has over others that proves he’s better.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 months

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ooh how about a lil thing based on the dream i just told you about? reader fixes up glamrock bonnie and surprises freddy! (not in ruin timeline btw) idk man i think it’s such a cute idea and i even saw it firsthand! -galaxy

"Are you sure you don't remember...anything after you walked into Monty Golf?"

"Nope. I wish I knew, though..I would've loved to remember what exactly went down.." Glamrock Bonnie regrettably shook his head as he laid back in the chair within the Parts & Services' cylinder enclosure.

He then stared down at chestplate you had discarded, frowning at the gashes that were slashed across it. Even though he had a brand new one on (that you were currently shining with a rag), he would always remember having those nasty marks...despite not knowing where they came from.

In fact, neither of you knew who could have left them.

Your immediate assumption was Monty, but then again...everybody and their mother who regularly visited the Pizzaplex suspected him, too.

The running theory was that he got jealous of Bonnie's role in the band and wanted to get rid of him--or at least break him down enough to no longer be functional enough to play his bass guitar.

Of course, the gator had his temper tantrums from time to time and always admired Freddy's role as the leader and the praise he's given Bonnie, but you couldn't fathom him being capable of something like this.

Not to mention how it didn't make sense for him to destroy the rabbit in the golf course...and then drag him all the way to the bowling alley, only to dump him inside a hidden room that none of them could have possibly known about.

Even you weren't aware that room existed.

Or at least..not until you went around the Pizzaplex to do maintenance on each and every Wet Floor Bot, as your manager complained about them experiencing simultaneous malfunctions. He just told you to shut them down so they could be collected later.

Somehow, they were the key to you finding Bonnie in that area, and there were still several active bots surrounding his damaged body.

It was strange, as though his software was tethered to theirs.

You weren't sure if this was some kind of "backup" plan or what, but you were relieved to find him alive--just barely hanging onto whatever percentage he had left on his battery, but still alive.

All the questions you had would have to wait.

What mattered most was getting approval to repair him, and to your surprise..management allowed it so long as you fixed him overnight and didn't talk about him too much with your coworkers.

Especially not in front of the guests.

The only other person on duty tonight was Vanessa, but she was usually doing her own stuff. She never talked to you much (aside from making a offhanded comment about how management was gonna explain his "disappearance"), so you weren't worried about her storming in and disrupting your work.

It took several nights' worth of blood, sweat, oil, and tears...but you finally completed all the necessary steps in repairing Bonnie.

Now he was ready to exit the cylinder.

You beamed with pride as you watched him step out and walk around for a bit, his ears flopping. "So...how do you feel, big guy?"

"Like a brand new bunny! Thank you, [y/n]." He turned to face you, although his smile faltered a bit. "But I've been wonderin'...how's Freddy doing? Does he still...?"

"He still talks about you a lot..every time he passes by the bowling alley or ice cream parlor, in fact."

"...awh..do ya think I'll be able to see him anytime soon? I know nobody's supposed to know I'm still here, but-"

"They only said guests, they never said anything about your bandmates." Your smile grew tenfold as you watched his ears perk up. "I already called him. He should be here right about-"

*SLAM*

"Now."

"I'm here, [y/n]. What....."

After walking through the double doors, Freddy suddenly stopped in his tracks, taking in the sight of a certain blue bunny who stared right back at him with the widest red eyes. Both of their mouths were agape in shock.

For a few long moments, there was total silence in the room--aside from the overhead lights and machines electronically buzzing in the background.

You stood by the computer terminal, starting to grow a little worried that this might be too overwhelming for either of them to handle.

Maybe you should have waited.

Or-

"B...Bonnie?"

"Yup. It's me, Freddy. I'm back."

"Bonnie!!"

And just like that...all of your initial fears quickly dispersed as the two embraced each other, teary-eyed with the biggest smiles on their faces.

"Y-You're back...you're really here.." Freddy whispered in both disbelief and relief, putting his hands on the bunny's shoulders. "What happened to you? I thought...y-you were dismantled and-"

"I'm afraid I don't have any answers, buddy." With a slight pout, he shook his head, desperately wishing he had more to tell him. "My memory's all scrambled from the time I went to Monty Golf to right now.....I'd call whatever happened to me was just..one big accident. But I'm here now."

"....yes..that's what matters right now. Nothing else. Nobody here has forgotten you, my friend. The children, Chica...oh, Bonnie-" Freddy choked out, eyebrows furrowed as he pulled him into another embrace. "They...we all missed you so much. I missed you."

"Awh, shucks..don't start cryin' again, pal. Cause that'll make me cry, too." Bonnie smiled sweetly.

After they both let go, he turned back to you. "[Y/n] just got through repairin' me. I owe 'em for finding me in some room that was off-limits to us..I'd probably still be there if it weren't for their little detective work."

"Of course, thank you so much, [y/n]." Freddy looked to you, grinning from ear-to-ear.

You just smiled and waved politely from your spot beside the terminal, happy that their reunion went better than expected.

There were times during Bonnie's repair process where you felt like throwing in the towel or pawning off the job to someone else. It was frustrating as hell, especially when you had to turn off his safety protocols and nearly got killed several times.

But seeing Freddy's reaction made all those painstaking hours worthwhile.

#clanask #galaxy anon #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #glamrock fronnie #fluff

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dumbass-brunette · 10 months

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In defense of Mlb’s season 5 final

I’ve seen a lot of discourse over how this season ended and while I understand and respect that people didn't like it, I vehemently disagree with the arguments made against these episodes.

Argument 1: ‘They redeemed Gabriel/ let Gabriel win’

While I do get why people see it that way, this is just flat-out wrong in my opinion. The whole scene with him being celebrated as a hero was meant to be unsettling and is setting up for future conflict in season 6. Having Adrien struggle with the conflicting feelings of knowing that Gabriel was an awful and abusive father while simultaneously being told that his abuser ‘was a hero who helped defeat monarch’ is massive story potential in my eyes.

As for the second half of the argument, Gabriel didn't win either, Gabriel’s entire goal was to bring Emilie back so that their family could be whole again. Instead he ended up realizing that Emilie not only did not want to be brought back but that he also ruined the chance of fulfilling her dying wish (for him to move on and take care of Adrien), and how did he react to this? He killed himself. He DID NOT nobly sacrifice himself as many are claiming.

He couldn’t bear living in a world without Emilie and he was too much of a deadbeat to care for his son, so SELFISHLY he killed himself.

Now, I’m a firm believer the woman in the final scene was Amelie, not Emilie. Instead of bringing Emilie back, he simply transferred Nathalie’s illness to himself so that he could join Emilie in the afterlife. He was a selfish coward who very nearly ruined his son’s life and then left his assistant to pick up the pieces. That is NOT a redemption.

Argument 2: ‘Marinette was shocked by Gabriel being Monarch, thus nullifying the events of Representation’

Marinette did in fact know Gabriel was Hawkmoth and was simply shocked at seeing it in real life. I would have reacted the exact same way tbh. I’m seriously surprised nobody else seems to have experienced the phenomenon of being shocked by information they already knew. Let me tell you right now, it happens, and considering the nature of knowing her boyfriend’s dad is a terrorist, I don’t blame her.

Argument 3: ‘Marinette was not taking the reveal in representation seriously and instead focused on her problems with Adrien being in London’

Keep in mind that this episode takes place a singular day after representation. Marinette was most likely still in shock due to this information. It’s also possible she didn’t completely believe it considering Felix has proved time and time again, to be an unreliable source and someone who couldn’t be trusted.

In terms of her focusing on her problems regarding Adrien, this was ENTIRELY due to the effects of the nightmare created by akuma Gabe (I forgot what he was called lmao), that is shown to cause people to act illogically.

Argument 4: ‘The citizens were dumbed down’

I’ve seen a lot of people complaining about the citizens reactions to Adrien and Kagami being kidnapped by Ladybug and Chat Noir. This goes back to the effects of Gabriel’s nightmare, I personally believe that the nightmare wasn’t as similar to sandboy as people seem to think it is. It shown to affects a person’s mental and emotional state, causing them to act irrationally towards anything that even slightly upsets them. Despite the fact that a few seconds of thinking would have led them to the conclusion that the kidnapping was not real considering the AI tech this universe has, it’s clear people did not take the few seconds to reach that conclusion. They were in a state of fear and panic, they were being soothed by their alliances and then that was harshly ripped away from them. Due to the shock and fear, the general population acted on impulse, leaving only people like Alya who have a personal connection to Ladybug and Chat Noir, with the ability to resist.

Argument 5: ‘Adrien was sidelined’

This is probably the only area where I kind of agree with the feelings of the argument. I wish Adrien had been more involved in this final. However, I feel it was necessary for the sake of the story arch set up for season six, that he wasn’t.

If we look at the way the show has set up Marinette and Adrien’s narratives, it’s clear that Marinette’s fight is a Man vs. Man physical fight against a terrorist. This is exactly what we received from her in the final.

On the other hand, Adrien’s narrative is less about fighting the forces of evil and more about advocating for himself, gaining his freedom, working towards self acceptance, and healing from his past traumas. The show does not want you to look at Adrien as a fierce fighter, and that’s okay.

What’s different about Adrien’s narrative, is that unlike Ladybug’s his was left unresolved.

Adrien’a story is about fighting for his freedom, and yet all of the people around him have been keeping him in the dark (something the show has never once framed in a positive light), inhibiting his ability to be free. Adrien’s story is about self acceptance and yet at the end of the episode he says he’s unsure if he’ll ever live up to his father. Adrien’s story is about healing from past trauma and yet the lie of Gabriel’s heroism is inhibiting him from doing just that.

As much as I wish that we had seen Adrien doing something out there, even if it wasn’t fighting Monarch, I believe that by having him not, the show as set up for a fascinating follow up season, and I have never been more excited.

Disclaimer: I’m not trying to claim people who disliked the episodes are wrong for doing so, nor do I think my opinion is the “correct” opinion to have. I’m simply sharing my take on the episode

#miraculous #mlb #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #ml spoilers #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #ladybug #ml re creation #ml recreation #ml recreation spoilers #ml s5 spoilers #ml s5 sugar #ml sugar #my post #my stuff #han’s ml tag #dumbass brunette #ml conformation

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cosmicjoke · 6 months

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Im not sure why people insist that Levis gruff behavior is a facade. He can be a gruff rude person while also simultaneously being a compassionate caring man. Both things can be true. That’s what makes him amazing, he’s not putting on a facade he’s just a really really good,empathetic person despite how rude/gruff he is.

Like that’s what makes Levi (and people in general) so amazing. The layers to personalities. Nobody is just one-note. That’s what’s so cool. I love Levi’s rudeness, he lowkey can tend to get annoyed by others, doesn’t like putting up with bullshit etc. Doesn’t even really like people that much…yet he loves humanity. Both can be true.

That's a great point. Levi is probably the most real person there is in AoT. There's nothing false about him. If there's anything awkward about him, it all comes from the fact that he doesn't really know how to or simply isn't interested in putting on airs, or in pretending to be someone he isn't. A good comparison is between him and Zeke. I always talk about how Levi is Zeke's perfect opposite, and Zeke is very charming. But charming people are often charming because they're manipulative. And Zeke is very manipulative. He initially draws people to him because he's charming, but it's all false, and eventually it pushes people away. Levi isn't charming at all. He comes across as surly and rude and blunt, exactly because he isn't manipulative. People who are initially repelled by his honesty are, in turn, eventually drawn to him and love him because they can sense how sincere of a person he is. He's honest to a fault. He can be rude because he'll just flat out tell you what he thinks. He comes across as impolite because he's just too honest. But like you said, his gruffness and hard edges don't negate the fact that he actually is more deeply compassionate and caring toward people than anyone. He's honest, I would even say, because he cares. It shows a certain level of respect toward people, when you're honest with them, even when the truth is hard to hear. Like you said, Levi isn't interested in putting up with BS, and he's not interested in feeding people BS either. So no, Levi definitely isn't putting up a facade. That's just how he really is. His blunt manner is just who he is.

But what Levi does do is he holds his emotions inside, and doesn't really burden others with the weight of his own grief and sense of loss. And he does that for the sake of others, in order to effectively fulfill his duty to them. You might notice that Levi is completely nonjudgmental when other people break down and show their emotions. He doesn't tell them to shut up or to stop crying or to stop complaining. He doesn't tell them they're being weak or stupid for being scared. He accepts and respects other people's emotions. But he doesn't allow himself to be outwardly emotional, because he knows he needs to stay strong in order to protect those same people. It's really remarkable. People sometimes accuse Levi of being emotionless because of this, but that's completely off the mark. He's the opposite of emotionless. He feels more deeply than anyone. The fact he doesn't allow those feelings to show for himself is just another example of his selflessness. He does it because he doesn't want to put that burden on anyone else, and because he can't afford to let himself be overcome with his feelings if he's going to also be able to perform his duty.

#Levi Ackerman

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moophinz · 7 months

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Y8 Thoughts I Guess 🤔

I keep pacing the kitchen while repeating the same things in my head over and over again so here is my thought vomit. Long vent post incoming

• Really concerned about how likely it is that we’ll only see the Jimas interact with Kiryu one or two times in a similar manner to 6. It’ll feel even worse this time for me considering Kiryu has cancer. It’ll also be a grievance for me given something I’ve complained about a lot. How weird they are about Kiryu and Majima’s relationship. It feels like ever since the ending of 3, they haven’t allowed them much of any interaction while simultaneously making a point that they’re close to each other even with the distance and it throws me for a loop every time. It’s made even more frustrating that their social medias have no problem posting about them (especially from Majima’s angle) as though they’re an actual ship. Plus, recently sharing blatant Kazumaji art on stream. If they keep doing that after this game I’m going to catapult myself to the sun. Obviously, I never expected the ship to actually happen. All I want is for their bizzaro relationship to have some sort of proper conclusion, but I have zero hope of that. It just makes no sense to keep making them out to be besties of some sort and then not allowing any follow through on that. Hell, they were weird in Ishin, too. It’s just SUCH a strange thing to do so often.

•At this point, it feels like the Jimas are only together because no one knows what else to do with them so they just end up together for years and years. My issue here is that it puts all of them on the back burner even though there’s still stuff missing about them. Like the biggest one being that we never get to see the real Daigo. They tell us about him a lot, but we never get to see him. RGGO of course bridges this gap. It’s just disappointing to know that’ll only ever exist there.

•If Mine is back (Yokoyama talked like the only thing stopping him from that was his voice actor), would he interact with Daigo? He was such a core part of his character, and it’d be interesting if they did see each other again. I would of course like it if Mine got to tell Daigo that he loved him straight to his face even though I’m more than certain they’d never do that.

•The Ichiban and Saeko proposal and all that still has me on edge. I do N O T know what all that’s about. Yokoyama claimed the game isn’t romantic, but he’s been on a kick lately with saying one thing and the exact opposite happening so I’m feeling pretty hesitant to believe him. I admittedly have a very hard time with media that contains a prominent pairing that I do not care about, but the plot keeps pushing in my face. Like with the second Kiryu saga game. To expand on Ichiban and Saeko, I mean that in 7, there’s nothing to show they have anything romantically going on despite the player’s ability to choose to date her or any other lady. I made sure to date nobody in my playthrough since I don’t care about that kind of stuff personally. They do, however, keep teasing Saeko and Nanba in a subtle way that really surprised me. I did find it interesting since visually they’re a really unexpected pairing and a possible romance that doesn’t involve the lead character seems pretty rare. RGG also typically isn’t that good at writing romantic notes so it was another surprise for me. All in all, this is just a personal issue I have pretty often with romance in media.

I know the game is still months away, and I’m not jumping to any conclusions. Just voicing a few concerns and one thing that’s sort of me hoping for something. It’s going to be a long wait to have all my questions answered 💀

#yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #like am I crazy for thinking Kiryu should interact just a little bit more with characters from his old saga #it’s also a frustrating ordeal that Majima gets crazy merch and Ugaki is around a lot #but then Majima’s appearances deminish so much it starts to feel like fan service when he does appear #im not asking for him to have a major big time role or anything like some people want #i might be a shipper but romantic media might be my least favorite thing ever #I don’t know if I missed something in the trailer or what but im still so cautious about that element in 8 #anyway I was also feeling hesitant about sharing this and will probably delete it later #just wanted to share a few of my thoughts #nothing to say about Gaiden #oh my god typing on mobile for too long is a disaster #the keyboard lags and disappears #repeatedly after a certain amount of time #this shit sucks #also I’m always hesitant to share ‘hot takes’ and the sort given the type of behavior I’ve received before in fandoms #these aren’t even remotely hot takes and just general thoughts but sometimes life makes you shut up

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would you ever do headcanons for dating bret hart in the 90s? 👉🏻👈🏻 if not it’s totally fine !! I love your writing btw especially for shawn !

i love you sm, and bret, my baby-

⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟗𝟎𝘀˖ ࣪ .ִֶָ

warnings! [none rly, fluff, language, slightly smutty]

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‒ you and bret weren’t that close in beginning

‒ you kinda just saw him around the company and he saw you, but never anything really.

‒ “dude you have to meet bret!” owen would say. Owen was your best friend, you both were trained by the same person and have had a lot of sessions together. He always wanted you and bret to be friends because then he can hang out with two of his favorite people simultaneously.

‒ he threw a party just for you two to meet, there were a lot of other wrestlers that you were friends with, and it was genuinely a nice time, owen was in front of you talking to bret, he looked at you for a split second before walking away. ‘that’s my chance’

‒ you walked up to bret and introduced yourself, he thought you were very pretty. You were a smooth talker and had this charm to you which completely swept him off of his feet. He found you really interesting, your jokes were actually funny and when you stopped talking the silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Everyone around you could’ve sworn that if you hadn’t seen each other before it would’ve been love at first sight. Your chemistry was undeniable.

‒ you two became close after that, and even owen started complaining that bret stole his best friend.

‒ bret would spend the majority of his free time with you, he started realizing that he would try to look his best for you, always do anything to impress you, and the way you complimented him and his work made feel like you truly cared, or was it just all in his head? Did you feel the same way? Did you get the same butterflies he felt in his stomach? Or did you feel that tingle of excitement he felt every time you would meet up? Did you feel the same way?

‒ you noticed how bret became physically closer to you. He would hug you a little tighter and always had a hand on you. He would kiss your temple every time he’d see you. you noticed that his touches started sending shivers up your spine, and his kisses would make you blush and shy away from him. You really, really liked bret.

‒ owen watched everything unfold and would stand there, menacingly, smirking at you two because his plan was finally working out the way he wanted, he knew you’d be perfect for each other, it was just taking you a while to realize that. A little too long actually, so he took matters into his own hands. “so, when are you two gonna kiss?”

bret: ( ˙▿˙ )

y/n: (¯▿¯)

owen: °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

‒ that night you both confessed your feelings for each other

‒ and owen was like: (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ fuck yeah

‒ bret is such a sweetheart :(

‒ he's always looking at you with so much love in his eyes

‒ he's always holding your hand. must. hold. your. fucking. hands.

‒ seeing you in his hitman jacket does something to him, his girl? in his iconic jacket? brain go brrr. seeing you in his clothes in general makes his brain crash, so he gives you his shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies and jackets because eye candy is the best candy.

‒ loves loves loves holding you close to him, whether if he has an arm around you, or on your waist, or if you're on his lap, whatever. he wants you to be close to him at all times.

‒ good luck kisses before matches

‒ definitely the boyfriend who would get one milkshake and two straws so you can share it.

‒ kisses on your hands, kisses on your neck, kisses on your forehead, kisses everywhere, soft kisses, rough kisses. making out with bret is an experience.

‒ gatekeeps you while showing you off, wants everyone to know that you're his girlfriend and only his, you can look but can't touch. but also wants nobody to even look in your direction or breath near you.

‒ 'angel', 'my baby', 'love' [crying]

‒ wants nothing more than mixed tag team matches with you.

‒ you definitely have a bret hart teddy, and bret definitely gets salty when you sleep with it. "you literally have the real life bret hart in your bed, and you would rather sleep with the bear???"

‒ smiles to himself thinking about coming back home to you (what if i cry myself to sleep, huh)

‒ his biggest reassurance is knowing that you'll always be by his side and that you'll always support him regard less of what happens, knowing that he has that someone who has constant love and support for him makes him feel at peace. ( :'( )

‒ he takes the relationship very seriously, he's the 'here for the long run' type guy. especially with you, he wants this to last because he genuinely cares for you and sees himself having a future with you.

‒ has a photo album of just you and him, random photos of you and him doing random things. that one time you put makeup on him, when you made cinnamon rolls at 2 am, planting flowers in the garden, stargazing, roses on valentines day, and so many more. most of them polaroids. one that he keeps on him all the time, is a polaroid of you on a balcony in a hotel in paris, you were looking out at the effiel tower and the wind was blowing in your hair, a pretty while silk and lace mini dress highlighted your figure.

‒ obsessed with the thought of getting you pregnant (outta pocket ik)

‒ wants to fuck you dumb every time he sees you in his hitman jacket

‒ pull his hair-

‒ he's very sweet, loves you very much, cares very much, nothing that he wouldn't do for you <3

‒ 385/10, very much recommended.

#rainchyna #bret hart x reader #wwf #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe headcanons #wwe imagines #wwe fanfiction

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I recently remembered your au where Yuma quits being a detective after the train and Yomi is caught for his crimes much earlier and they meet

They'd have such a fascinating dynamic... plus with Shinigami in the mix it'd be so funny. Yuma's a magnet for trouble and I can imagine Yomi just continually flabbergasted over just how much trouble Yuma brings to the table accidentally. Not to mention how much Yomi himself brings, being on the run in a city he can't leave

zkajsdhkwadiadkj this ask made me stim for minutes before I could coherently answer.. omg people think about my older stuff still....

I've used to like have. Very. A Lot of those Yuma + Yomi forced to interact aus, most notably

Prrrreetty much same premise as this one, except Yomi doesn't get booted out the company and it's just Yuma wandering around (alone) (fucking loser) until he accidentially ends up somewhat benefiting the peacekeepers with his instakill torment labirynth powers when he uses it once after arriving in KW in front of them and now he's stuck working for the guys if he wants to keep his spleen. Nobody has any fucking idea about him having a pact with a shinigami of course (most of them thinks its some extremely op forte. they do have other theories though. some of them scarily close), but all Yomi has to know from his Polite Interrogation is that if Yuma can stop time to solve any mystery and if he succeeds the culprit drops dead. He has lost his only hitman so far just a few days ago (F.Zilch/Aide rip in fucking rest) so Yuma sounds like a great deal and a decent replacement, especially with his killings being instant leaving zero marks -- while he won't ever truly replace Aide as one of his closest advisors and the person he was to him, (and Yomi will never hesistate to scream at him about it every single day) (but he still simultaneously treats him like one, why couldn't you act more like that dead guy that really liked me that you will never be like no matter what you do, you know his death matches what you did to that other guy right when we first found you? if you really did kill him too which I already made up my mind about you must really make up for that sin by filling in the hole he left which you can never do by the way, and by acting like you can would be insulting his memory (and me) almost as much as it would if you didn't even try, anyway here's your paycheck for this week *hands him 30000 shien which makes Yuma feel slightly better*), as long as he can keep killing people and being such a pleasure to have at meetings (but be careful!). Yuma's main "job" is to find out the identities of people (or just the exact intricacies of their actions) who are actively wronging or interfering with Amaterasu corp and then make them go poof. Though Yomi never sics him on Huesca despite complaining about him so much, for some reason. Yuma is so stressed the whole terrible, no good, very bad time he's at KW, his health starts rapidly declining, and due to being extra irritable from being tired/in pain constantly he turns into a really unpleasant person to be around which makes most people avoid him except for a few select people (that are fucking unhinged btw. which makes him feel even worse), that coupled with regularly being exposed to Yomi's radioactive miasma and slowly getting desensitized to death via being a hitman, he starts thinking hey maybe murder is ok actually sometimes like you know theres nuance yknow... That doesn't mean he doesn't still retain some of game Yuma's overall kindness he had even if he wishes he could stop caring (ugh why do i have morals this sucks), he's not like, a terrible person per se the way Huesca or Yomi (admittedly, sighing emoji) are, he's just. Yeagh. Sometimes he's got a good day and he decides today he's gonna try and mediate between Makoto and Yomi again so his shit boss would get himself together and stop yapping to him about his shit boss every day because he doesn't have the patience for this this is so stupid I do not care who started it now go hold hands and apologize to each other or let me disengage from this situation please. I don't know how much aware Yuma is of Makoto wanting him obliterated too, but it sure must be interesting at the headquarters with this homoerotic hatred triangle. I had way more to say originally but this is getting *scrolls up for a brief moment before starting to sweat* Long I've got the paragraph text limit and had to delete it lmaoo

The Yomigami au I also posted about earlier where essentially Yomi is Shinigami and you will never ever in a million years guess who the director is instead. Originally a joke but then I started thinking and as you know this is usually where it all descends downhill into the madness. Anyaway canon Shinigami was morbid already and had a morality far removed from humans, Yomi/gami is just cranked up to 100 with all this and sprinkle some sadism on top. He purposefully drags Yuma out every day to get involved in as many cases as possible until he just has no choice but to enter that labirynth (fun bonding activity). Yomi/gami is also EXTRA against Yuma working for the resistance in that one chapter, he really really really hates criminals and poor people and especially poor criminals dohya's so scary guys let's go Kokohead let's leave this pit :(((((( anyway putting all the funky labirynth details I got aside as to not make this too long, canon Shinigami already was pretty lonely (in that book (gay baby jail) for an ambiguous amount of years) before but in her own way focused on what's best for Yuma's growth as a detective even if they'll have to part ways eventually. Yomi/gami is not like this even if he doesn't act like he cares abt Yuma he's not just gonna let him leave so he can rot in the book in total isolation again just a few weeks after he got out of it. He does everything in his power to impede on Yuma's progress and get him as far away from the reason he came there for so their contract will last longer he's latching on he's a parasite he's lonely. He would NEVER suggest to Yuma that he can stay in the labirynth in chapter 5, he HAS to reap Makoto's soul there is no other option. And if Yuma did by any chance choose to do so anyway, Yomi/gami is absolutely not letting him take the emergency exit he'd rather let him die in there than to let him leave and just move on without him and forget he existed at all lmao. You could go anywhere you want to see others like you and have anyone you could desire I only have you do you really hate me so much you can't stand to know me any longer is that why you're so eager to abandon me the first chance you get. That is so cruel of you and makes you even more of a terrible person you already are for killing so many people for your own selfish pursuit of the truth but it's okay because I'm the only one who could ever understand you and why you've done all this and forgive you even if you don't deserve it because we're bestiessssss foreverrrrrrr <33333 in short: it's a trashfire. Vivia and Makoto both wish they were never exposed to whatever this is and that they remained oblivious for the rest of their lives. Having a lot of trouble with the ending though since I cannot decide between whether 1) Yuma Fucking Dies if I can't have you no one can *compresses you into a cube and yeets it directly at Makoto's skull 2) Yuma has to epic battle his 1000+ yr old weird shinigami buddy on creative mode so he'll let him get his memories back (yomigami voice that you willingly gave to me you knew the terms very well why are you suddenly going back on your word huh. huh??) and Yomi/gami just kinda accepts any relationship he forms with anyone is never gonna last and just goes back to sleep until somebody else wants a temporary pact with him again 3) secret third option where nobody's depressed and Yomi/gami gets to have some kind of way to avoid being isolated forever and start forming longer lasting connections with people that doesn't require Yuma to set himself on fire to make him warm but I'll be honest chief I have no idea how they could possibly do it. So that's that. And before anyone asks: Yes this is yaoi to me

A lot of other smaller yumayomi/kokohell AUs where they mildly enjoy each other's presence, widely ranging between "actually somewhat surprisingly healthy" and "good lord somebody stop them from fucking killing each other or dragging anybody else into this shitshow they got"

And this one of course. the one who started the yuma + yomi madness <333333333 One detail about it that managed to actually stick (so much about it im just. continuouslyc changing ksdhgyrsjsg) is that Yuma gets much more involved with the resistance after being in Dohya for that long before just kinda stopping or avoiding them because uh, *gestures at the hellsmile he's currently in close proximity with* you know. And yes the dynamic would be unparalleled Yuma has no normal friends. They never get a moment of peace before bringing another disaster onto themselves it's always fucking something... Id say something else but i used up all my energy now brain not work anymore defeated looking emoji. A glimpse into my fucked up yomi/yuma mind I will milk them forever

#mine #ask #<3333333 #did not proofread all that words aren't real to me anymore I hope that was coherent

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stolenslumber · 10 months

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devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes (preview)

Jay needs someone to pretend to be his girlfriend, and you're just the person for the job— seriously, you're almost a professional at this point, regularly charming the families of your idiot twin's friends who need your help getting their parents off their back. You have strict rules, though: (1) you'll only pretend to be someone's girlfriend on three occasions, maximum, (2) nobody is allowed to catch feelings, and (3) you get three favors in return. Too bad Jay is hellbent on breaking every last one of them.

PAIRING: park jongseong x female reader GENRE: fake dating, college au, vaguely greek life au, vaguely rich kid au, acquaintances to partners in crime to fake relationship to lovers i guess? lol, jake is your twin bc i thought it would be funny WARNINGS: swearing, (eventual) kissing and suggestive content WORD COUNT: ~2.3k (preview), final word count TBD but likely long knowing myself PUBLISH DATE: probably in the next two weeks!

“WHY DO YOU LOOK SO NICE?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” You scoff, tossing the apple you were just about to eat at Jake’s head. Annoyingly, he catches it in mid-air, then makes a show out of polishing it with his shirt and taking a big bite out of it. “Hey, I was going to eat that, asshole.”

“Shouldn’t have thrown it at me, then.”

You roll your eyes at your twin, then go to retrieve another apple from the fruit bowl. It’s surprisingly well-stocked, given that you’re in a frat’s kitchen. Honestly, it’s surprising that there even is a fruit bowl in a frat’s kitchen, but the president of this frat runs a tight ship.

Said president appears in the doorway just then, snatching the apple from your hands as well as the one from Jake’s hands. “Guys, seriously, you have to wash these before you eat them.”

You and Jake both whine simultaneously. “Chan!”

“I already took a bite out of that, bro,” Jake complains.

“I’m starving, please have mercy,” you beg.

Chan whips his head around from where he’d begun washing the apples in the sink to fuss at you. “What? Why haven’t you eaten yet? It’s almost 9pm!”

“Which reminds me— why do you look so nice?” Jake repeats.

“I had a thing with Mark,” you sigh.

“You can just say you were pretending to be his girlfriend; we all know what you mean,” Jake snorts.

“I had a thing with Mark,” you repeat, resisting the urge to throw another apple at Jake’s head. “It was at this ballroom downtown, and of course he had nothing to wear, so I had to take him shopping first, which made us late, and then his parents wouldn’t stop talking my ear off about how I need to convince him to give up the music major, so I couldn’t touch any of the food there. Not even the foie gras torchon,” you recall mournfully. “We just got back, like, five minutes ago.”

Chan hums sympathetically— he knows how much you love foie gras torchon. “You can probably ask for an endless supply in return for your appearance at today’s thing,” he suggests, only half-joking. It absolutely sounds like the kind of thing Mark Lee would agree to, what with his ridiculously large inheritance and hapless generosity (last month, Mark lost thousands of dollars in some animal shelter-related pyramid scheme, marketed to him by none other than Haechan Lee).

You wave a hand dismissively. “Nah, I’m keeping Mark’s favor for something else.”

Jake raises an eyebrow. “What else?”

“Whatever it turns out I need in the future, dumbass. What’s it to you, anyways?”

“Just wanna make sure the poor guy doesn’t end up trapped in your snares forever, little sis. Yo, can I have that apple back?” Jake turns to Chan with characteristic puppy eyes.

“You’re only older than me by eight minutes,” you grumble, the age-old retort slipping out of you before you can help it.

“No, Jaeyun, you cannot. And don’t talk to your sister like that— oh my god, why do I sound like Taeyong,” Chan mutters, thinking about his predecessor frat-president-slash-mother-hen.

“Jeez, government name and everything.” Jake holds his hands up, relinquishing his claim to the apple.

“In fact, your sister gets to have both of these apples, after I clean and cut them up, because she is a saint for continuing to save our asses from our parents like this,” Chan lectures, unceremoniously carving out the chunk of the apple with Jake’s bite marks and tossing it into the trash bin.

“Real ones get it!” You reach out and high-five Chan.

“That is so unfair, c’mon, man!” Jake splutters. “She gets just as much out of these fake relationships— seriously, didn’t you drive her around everywhere for, like, a month after she went to that wedding with you?”

Both you and Chan shudder at the memory. “Ugh, my worst cousin and the worst guy he was ever with. They’re still married, by the way.” Chan shakes his head. “God knows why.”

“Love conquers all…?” Jake offers.

“What the hell are you talking about love for,” a new voice grumbles. Jay strolls in through the doorway, hands full with plastic bags promising wonderful things based on how your stomach reacts to the smell.

“Oh, hell yeah, chicken!” Jake cheers. “Took you long enough, bro.”

“Traffic was hell, something about a ball downtown, and— oh. Hey.” Jay stops abruptly at the sight of you, now munching on the apple slices Chan hands you, one by one.

You wave vaguely in his direction, too busy eating to respond. Jay is one of your brother’s friends who you don’t know that well, since you’ve never pretended to be his girlfriend. It’s strange that you two don’t know each other better, actually— as the social chairs of your sorority and his fraternity, respectively, you would usually have a lot to work on together. But this year has been particularly busy for you, what with your senior thesis and your various things with Jake’s frat brothers, and you had delegated most of your social chair responsibilities to your co-chair, Yunjin, who was far better suited to the social part of the job, anyways. You suspected Jay had done the same thing, since the two of you only ever texted to confirm budgets for any joint events.

“You need to have more than one-and-three-quarters of an apple for dinner,” Chan scolds you, parental instincts back in full force.

You shrug, about to turn around and rifle through the cabinets to see if you can find some peanut butter to add to your apple slices when a takeout container appears in front of you. Tired and still starving, you react rather slowly, your eyes tracing up the hand on the container to the veins of an arm belonging to none other than Jay.

“You look hungry,” is all he says, before popping the container open for you and rearranging the rest of the plastic bags on the counter. “Jake, tell the others to come down for food.”

The others means that soon, there will be an influx of hungry frat brothers in the kitchen, and you have no desire to be anywhere near that, so you mumble a quick thank you to Jay, plop the rest of the apple slices into the takeout container (against Chan’s complaints about the contamination), and move to leave the kitchen, eager to be on your way to your sorority house.

The last thing you overhear before you leave is Jay asking, “Why did your sister look so nice?”, and Jake and Chan responding in unison, “She had a thing.”

A few days later, when they’re doing work in the library, Jay asks Jake, “So how long have Mark and your sister been seeing each other?”

Jake’s pencil jerks across his graph paper, a jagged line appearing on the page at the same time that he swears. “Dude, what the fuck?”

“Dude, what the fuck,” Jay echoes flatly. “Didn’t you say she had a thing with Mark?”

Jake blinks. “Well, sure, in the same way that she’s had a thing with Chan, and Yeonjun, and Vernon, and all the others.”

Jay gapes at him. “Your sister dated all of them? And all the others?”

“What, no, she didn’t date them, she fake-dated them! Just a couple of times, mainly showing up to things with their families so their parents would leave them alone about finding a partner and all that. You know how the parents are.” Jake gestures vaguely, referring to the oddities of the world of wealth they were born into.

Jay nods slowly, understanding dawning upon him. Does he know how the parents are? Oh, does he ever. He has always had a good relationship with his own, but they had been more pushy on the whole love thing as of late, with the not-at-all subtle questions his mother asks about any special someones in his life and the unfunny jokes his dad cracks about how he’s still spry enough to help raise grandchildren. Especially unfunny, given the health scare his dad had given them all in the last year.

Jake’s voice brings him out of his veering-towards-morbid thoughts. “But seriously, bro, how is this news to you? My sister’s been doing this… Cinderella-genie thing for over two years now.”

Jay’s eyebrows furrow. “Cinderella-genie thing?”

“Yeah, I mean, she transforms our frat brothers into respectable young men with a respectable relationship, but only for three occasions, and she gets the same number of favors back.” Jake wrinkles his nose. “It sounds weird when I say it like that, and don’t get me wrong, I love to give her shit for it, but it’s all above-board stuff. Sunghoon bought her bubble tea for like, three months.”

“She fake-dated Sunghoon?”

At the mention of his name, Sunghoon pops one side of his headphones off. “What’s up?”

“You fake-dated Jake’s sister!?”

Sunghoon shushes him before responding. “Yeah, don’t you remember? It was a couple of months ago.”

Jay’s ears flush, both at how loud he had unconsciously gotten, and at the reminder that he really has been out of it for a while now. It’s not like he’s been living under a rock, but he has definitely been spending a lot more time with his parents and away from his friends ever since his dad’s health scare.

“She was great, though,” Sunghoon continues. “My mom still thinks I made the biggest mistake of my life ‘letting her go.’ But she’s also been leaving me alone about ‘finding love’ because she thinks I’m heartbroken, so yeah, Jake’s sister works wonders.”

Jake smirks. “Sim genes, man. Elite stuff.”

Sunghoon scoffs. “You wish. Didn’t I hear your mom yelling at you on the phone the other day for not having settled down yet?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. Does she not realize what decade this is, I mean, we’re still in college—”

Jay interrupts what looks to be the beginning of a long rant from Jake, cutting him off with, “So where can I sign up?”

Jake stares blankly at him. “Sign up for what?”

“The Cinderella-genie thing.”

Sunghoon scrunches his face awkwardly. “Uh, she kind of has a waitlist, buddy.”

Jay waits for him to laugh and say he’s just kidding, but he doesn’t. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t do the fake-dating thing for multiple people at the same time, and she’s pretty busy with all her shit, so I’m not sure how long of a queue you have ahead of you…”

“Okay, but Jake could get me ahead, right? Cut the line, or something? C’mon dude, I’m your best friend.” Jay is suddenly desperate, remembering the conversation he’d had with his mom on the phone last night, where she had dreamily recalled meeting his dad in college and delicately reminded Jay that he could have a plus-one to the Parks’ upcoming 50th wedding anniversary celebration.

Jake eyes his friend warily. “I dunno, she really doesn’t like stuff like that. Unfair advantages, I mean.”

“My parents aren’t getting any younger, Jake, and you know, with my dad last year and everything…” Jay does his best approximation of batting his eyelashes at Jake.

“Are you guilt-tripping me?”

“A little?” Jay’s smile turns a little maniacal. “For real, my parents have their 50th wedding anniversary coming up, and it would be the perfect event to bring her to so I can reassure them that things are going well in my love life.”

“Are things going anywhere in your love life?” Sunghoon’s tone is skeptical, and reasonably so.

Jay has been distant lately because of his family, but even before that he had always been known as somewhat aloof and unattainable. Devastatingly handsome, yes, with killer grades and fierce ambition, and a business empire to inherit to boot, but he is also his parents’ one and only miracle child, born after years of trying and almost giving up. Jay’s parents are older than all of his friends’ parents, and their family business has always been that— a family business. Jay has two years after graduation to learn the ropes in the business, and then he’ll be due for an MBA, and then a return to helm the business, but this timeline has recently felt more urgent than ever with his parents’ flagging health. They would never say it, but he knows the only reason they haven’t retired yet is because they don’t want to hand over control of the business to anyone but him. Jay has worked his ass off in college, trying to get there as fast as he can, as well as he can. But his parents also want him to enjoy college and find true love, and while he’s been doing pretty well with the former, the latter has been on the backburner for, well, forever. Who has time for true love, in between classes, fraternity duties, the various shenanigans his friends get up to, internships, networking, TA-ing, volunteering, being on the executive board of two clubs, and eating, sleeping, dreaming, and thinking?

So. No. Things are not going anywhere in his love life, and he confirms just as much to Sunghoon with a grunt, to which Sunghoon wheezes out his amusement.

Jake eyes Jay with pity, now. “Alright, that guilt trip was successful, but more so because you just admitted to being bitchless for so long. I’ll put in a good word to my sister for you.”

Jay perks up instantly. There is light and beauty in this world after all! “Awesome, thank you bro, you won’t regret this, I promise!”

“I wasn’t planning on it, but those are famous last words, Park.” Jake raises an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure you can handle my sister?”

“Why not? She seems… nice.” Jay is slightly evasive in his answer, and truthfully, it’s because he isn’t really sure what you’re like. All your interactions to date have been cordial, almost business-like, and you and Jake are fraternal twins, so it’s not even like he’s really familiar with what you look like. He is, however, sure that you look beautiful in a ballgown, even if he only saw you in one in his frat’s kitchen.

Jake chortles outright. “No, my sister is not nice. Yeah, I’m definitely going to convince her to help you, just because I think it’ll be hysterical watching her turn you inside out. Good luck, my brother in Christ, because you’ll need it!”

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