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luvmila444 · 3 months

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Photo Booth - C.S

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Chris sturniolo x fmreader

summary: visiting the classic Photo Booth with you boyfriend chris and his brothers becomes a bit dirty while left alone in the booth together.

content warning: SMUT; dry humping; switch chris; praise kink; public (kinda?); no actual p in v

word count: 1.6k words

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“I can’t believe you guys are back here again, what is this the fourth time now?” You ask in a joking tone looking toward the three boys in-front of you.

“Fifth,” nick corrects in his usual smart, know-it-all tone that i love so much.

“Yeah, but hey, it’s not the same as the last time because this time we have you,” Chris grinned goofily at you as he started to walk closer to you. Chris has been your boyfriend for almost four months now and you guys couldn’t be happier. You didn’t just love being around him and all his stupid statements that make no sense, or his smell of familiar cologne that lingers in the air, or the way his large hands felt caressing you back soothingly while relaxing. No, you also love being with his family and friends and fans. Everything about you guys was perfect.

Chris slowly moved around you and snakes his hands around your waist before lowering his head down onto your shoulder. You still get butterflies from these small loving actions that he does toward you, but you just can’t help it, he just brings it out in you. Chris was a real touchy person and you loved it. It made you feel so comfortable. You loved that after a passionate night of rough crazy sex, he would then take care of you and envelope you into a tranquil sensual cuddle that would quickly send you both off into a very peaceful sleep.

After a few second, which felt like a lot longer as time had always seemed to slow down when you guys were together, you suddenly remember a familiar presence in the room…

“Woah, yeah thanks for that guys, i was going for the traumatised look while i was in that booth,”matt says with an eye roll while he steps backwards and begins to rub his eyes. The boys then begin to comically argue but i soon drown it out as i look up at chris standing above me. His hair floppy and falling in-front of his face looking so soft that i could just run my hands through it or tug at at it gently.

“Yeah, well I’m gonna go freshen up and check myself before taking any photos,” nick cuts everyone off with his assertive tone before beginning to turn around and in the direction of the bathroom, “anyone else coming?’ He asks not sparing a glance to turn as he heard the family footsteps of matt and the car keys that jingled from side to send on his belt loop, doing a short quick jog behind him to get to his side.

As matt and nick exited the room. Chris quickly whirled you around, so you were now facing each other. He was taller than you but that did not stop you from still seeing and admiring every detail of his perfect face, from the smiles lines that were now forever present on his face to the slower vanishing freckles that were once dotted on his nose but only really come out when the sun hits him just right.

“I have an idea,” he grins, a grin of mischief which you can only assume with get you in trouble latter with his brothers. You tilt my head to the side and squint my eyes and allowing him to finish what he was saying and tell you what this ‘idea’ he had was. “Do you want to do a practise run of the booth without them?” He asked excitedly, it is almost difficult to decline him.

“Chris, i think you’ve had enough practise runs with the a million times you’ve come here before,” you are almost scolding but seeing his face with his ever-present smirk plastered on their you just gave in to easily, “but i dont know how it works so show me,”you then exclaim excitedly before he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the booth, pulling back the curtain and sitting inside.

It was a lot smaller than you had originally thought, but then again it was quite old fashioned and there was never any harm in getting a little too close to your boyfriend while his brothers aren’t present. So, you decide to place yourself on his lap and close the curtain with one and as the other hand wraps itself around Chris’s neck for stability.

You hadn’t even noticed how much Chris had enjoyed the touch until you try and get yourself more comfortable on his lap, wriggling about making Chris go crazy behind you.

“Ma, I’m gonna go crazy if you keep doing that to me”.

You only giggle before sitting still again, however, still missing the small sensation that built up inside the pit of your stomach at the feeling of yourself grazing his crotch area while getting comfy. Chris felt it as well and couldn’t help but get.a little turned on by the action either. But when Chris got turned on, you noticed.

He rested is head on your shoulder and brings his hands to your waist much like before, but this isn’t as comforting as it once was, this was dirtier and needy. You attempted to ignore it as you turned to the screen of the booth that was going to take your photos and were selected the options for you to use. At that moment you could have sworn that you felt Chris lift his lap upwards into you.

You let out a gasp at the feel of the now prominent bulge that was now present under his dark cargos. Fuck just the graze of it on your thigh was making you wetter at the moment.

Chris lifted his head slightly from the crook of your neck and turned it as he began to kiss gently kisses below your ear and onto your neck. Fuck.

“Chris, we can’t do this right now? look where we are” you try to send Chris straight and attempted to use a stretcher voice that however ended as a quiet moan. Your noises only provoked chris more at this point. He didn’t respond to your question but instead planted more open-mouthed kisses onto you.

You were having a mental battle with yourself at that very moment as you knew if you voiced it, chris would not be much help. You then decided to give in and slowly begun to move your hips onto his crotch. You could feel him growing harder under you from my movements. He decided to grasp your hips firmer and guide then just how he had wanted onto his clothed cock and helping you to move.

What was once slow grinding became quickly paced, you couldn’t help but let out a moan that wasn’t loud enough to be heard by matt or nick but could be heard if you were close enough to the booth. Chris removed one of his hands from your waists and placed it onto your mouth, muffling you and ensuring you don’t make any more erotic sounds.

He pulled you even closer if that was possible and continued to move up into you at a crazy pace and you could now feel his pulsating dick beneath the fabric of his trousers making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“That feel good, ma? You Like humping me when anyone could walk in?” He whispers close into your ear and all you can do is lean your head back onto his shoulder as a muffled whimper had escaped you.

He continued to rut up into you and a continuous pace and making sure that you felt everything, while sloppily placing open mouth kissed onto your shoulder. The sensation of his clothed dick still hitting your clit was now getting you so worked up that you felt the familiar tightness in you.

You could feel the knot in your stomach growing tighter as you moved faster and harder on his lap. Again, and again and again.

“Fuck you’re close already, ma?” he mocks you in your ear in a deep voice that almost send you over the edge. Embarrassment filling your body as you realise that Chris is aware of the power that he has over you.

You didn’t even realise that Chris had removed the hand that was once in his mouth to play around with the buttons on the machine and before you knew it, the booth was capturing yours and Chris’s pleasure in its old fashioned black and white photographs.

You began to circle your hip to get just the right pressure onto my clit before i released all over his lap and feeling the knot snap in your stomach as your orgasm washed over you still feeling Chris’s hands still guiding your hips, holding you still very close through your high. Which was captured perfectly on the photo booths camera.

Then you felt his dick twitch against your sensitive clit, which made you let ou a cry while he groaned into my ear. Chris had now taken complete control of your waist, using you to rub himself through his orgasm, which you happily allowed.

You felt super sensitive due to his fast motions, but it still felt unreal, so you just let him do his thing until he slowed his movements, leaving his hands on your hips while you leaned your head to the side to relax on his shoulder.

“Fuck, you make me feel so crazy, ma” he turns his head to you giving you a dopey grin ad his eyes are now blown out with lust.

“I could completely say the same for you, baby” you say before patting down his hair and kissing his lips in a quick passionate kiss. You lean away from each other and hold one another’s gaze while having your foreheads pressed together. You both were very much appreciating the moment until…

“I beg that you clean that seat before any of us sit on it, please,” you hear a disgusted whine coming from nick from further away outside the curtain.

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A/n: thank so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed if i have made any mistakes please do not hesitate to let me know. I wrote this purely because im obsessed with the booth by Bryant era and i wanted it back… anyway

Love all my angels (especially @gamermattsgf) 💞

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seventies-arcana · 9 months

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PAC: you're someone's muse; this is how they'd describe you

good evening lovies, i hope tonights super moon is treating you well. in this pac reading, you will find out how someone would describe you if you were their muse. this reading is purely for entertainment and enjoyment purposes.

ask upon your guides/higher self to help guide you to whichever pile/photo you should pick, then read the corresponding message. images are not mine

pick a picture to begin✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

pile one (the field): pleasing + give way

you are such a pleasing and enjoyable person to spend time with. the things you are able to do, no matter how minuscule you might find them to be, are awe-striking. there's a passion behind your eyes that adds to the radiance that surrounds you. with this, you are very attentive. you remember things people say which makes others feel seen in a way they've never felt before. you're down for whatever in the best way possible and it makes you someone that could only ever be described as fun to be around. you're adventurous at heart and consider home to be wherever your loved ones are. this makes people feel safe around you. the smell of late summer, campfires and sunflowers is something to be associated with you. you're a breath of fresh air.

pile two (the clementine): care + apple of the eye

oh, you are just so sweet. so kindhearted. you care for people so deeply and love so wholeheartedly. you make people see their insecurities as something to find beautiful. your hugs make people feel protected, it is easy to fall asleep when wrapped up in your arms. your eyes are mesmerizing, so easy to get lost in. one moment, they are doe-like, the next, the exact opposite. it's the way you flirt with your eyes that makes others feel so weak in the knees. but this doesn't make you cheeky. in fact, you are loyal and committed to the one you love. because when you love, you love intensely. you are a romantic at heart. your energy is reminiscent of candle lit homemade dinners that begin a night of endless cuddles. of fresh florals and luscious baths. you are a place of comfort.

pile three (the cat): challenge + puppy energy

you will never lower your standards or settle for someone who isn't what you want, and that is just so attractive. you know what type of relationships you want and that adds to your appeal. not just anyone can be the reciprocator of your divine affection. you speak to people once and they cant help but want to learn more about you. you're siren-like without even intending to be. once you truly let someone into your heart, you become such a lovable softie. you are so sweet and wholesome when you love, no one would ever guess it. your reminiscent of fresh linen blankets in perfectly cool rooms. your touch is soft and soothing. when you smile, genuinely smile, it brightens the mood of anyone around to see it. to be able to receive the love you give is one in a million. you are unlike anyone else.

pile four (the beach): no judgements + new perspectives

you are the model example of how everyone should be. you are accepting of people, no matter their status, and care deeply for those who may have been overlooked by others. you treat people however they treat you. you know your worth and will never let someone tarnish it. you are unapologetically yourself and that is something so rare to find, it makes others captivated by you. nonetheless, you are mysterious. you savor some aspects of yourself and only show them to the people you love. these aspects of you are the most rewarding thing to experience. every now and then, you can be mischievous. but it is all in good fun. you are filled with surprises and each one of them adds to your allure. you remind others of violets and nights spent walking along the coastline. you are utterly captivating.

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voidwizardwholikestheshadows · 2 months

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How The JJK Boys Apologize

Warning: None but slightly angst

Includes; Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna and Inumaki

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Gojo: With Gojo, he’s super sweet but also sly about it. He would attempt to sweep you off your feet just like he did when you first met and started dating. He’s also pretty confident with his words. He wouldn’t ever want you actually mad at him so he would do everything within his power to make sure that you can forgive him. He doesn’t often slip up but there are times where he comes him and he still acts like Gojo aka The Strongest and not Satoru, your loving boyfriend. He can be pretty stubborn at times which can lead to arguments but you both apologize rather quickly to each other because Satoru is super clingy and needs you to need him. He always gives you your space and let’s you come back to him but that doesn’t mean he isn’t thinking about you and wanting to send you like a million messages saying sorry.

Geto: Geto is a hard one to figure out sometimes. He always feels bad whenever you get into arguments and it leaves one or both of you frustrated but he always tries his best to make it up to you in any way he can. Whether you just want to hang out inside and watch movies or go out for a fancy date, he’ll be there for you. Or if you just want to be left alone, he’ll respect that as well but will leave you a little note and slip it under your door. He always feels much worse if he can hear you crying in your room. He prefers to talk things out and try to understand your point of view so arguments aren’t a regular occurrence. He definitely cares so so much about you and like I said before is willing to do whatever you want to do for the day.

Nanami: Do you really think you’re getting into arguments with this man? He’s like the most respectful and understanding- oh alright, I’ll do it for the sake of it. Nanami is probably the sweetest out of everyone on this list when it comes to recognizing how you feel and if something he might say will make you upset. He’s good at what he does, I’ll just say that. Nanami is also super understanding when it comes to you trying to explain your side of things or your feelings after an argument. Much like Geto, he’s very willing to do whatever you want to do for the day if he feels he’s made a big enough mistake to hurt your feelings. Good with his words but prefers actions to words because he feels that they speak louder.

Toji: Toji is something else. First of all, he rarely thinks things are his fault and will rarely apologize or admit to making any mistakes. On the other hand, if he ever made you cry because of an argument, he’ll be there to consul you. Even without words, he’ll pull you close and just hug you for a while. He wasn’t raised to be able to openly express his emotions or even cry without his father calling him weak so he isn’t good with his words. He’ll cuddle with you and hold you close and if you decide to lock yourself in your room, he’ll even go out and buy you a gift, magic, right? In all seriousness, he cares about you quite a lot and while he isn’t great with words, he can show his care in other ways.

Sukuna: You think Sukuna would ever apologize or say something was his fault? He would much rather gaslight you into believing that you are actually at fault but for the sake of the prompt, I’ll try my best. Sukuna, just like Toji, isn’t the best at words. Nor is he good at comforting actions. In his defense, he is a curse now, his human days are long behind him and he definitely isn’t what he used to be. Not that he was nice in his past either. He’s definitely the type to buy you something and leave it in your room so he doesn’t have to confront you or explain his actions to you. He would rather you just take the gift and be grateful. He may never openly apologize or admit anything, but he’ll try to stay around you more which definitely counts for something.

Inumaki: You and Inumaki rarely have arguments over anything. You both are typically able to sort things out pretty easily. However, the biggest argument you two had was when he missed two movie nights because he was busy playing his stupid video games. You excused it the first time but after it happened the second time in a row, you were a little upset, to say the least. You tried to talk to him about it but it just ended in an argument that left you both feeling incredibly frustrated. Inumaki’s way of apologizing is more quiet than anything. He would get you gifts and try to hang out with you more. He did know how to phrase what he really wanted to say into words so he showed it in his actions. He truly loved and cared about you and hated seeing you upset, especially if it was because of him. He would make sure to make it up to you in the best way that he possibly can.

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lemonlover1110 · 9 months

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Please please please write an angst of doctor nanami cheating on reader with a random nurse

Pairing: Kento Nanami x gn!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Cheating

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Your husband often works long hours, but as an ER doctor it was expected. The day you started dating Kento, he made it very clear that he works a lot. He’s called in unexpectedly, and while it might seem like he has the day off, he could be called in. You were more than okay with it.

You often feel lonely while Kento works, especially at night. In the beginning you didn’t mind it but you grow lonelier each day. You wonder if you’ve made the right decision by getting married to him. You weren’t made to be so lonely– But whenever you’re thinking of leaving and starting over, he’s off for a day or two, and he reminds you why you’re with him.

He’s so sweet when he’s back around. He gets you flowers, does all the chores that you hate (because he knows that you hate it and he wants to keep you happy), he watches a movie that you like even if he wants to watch something else, and he cooks your favorite food. He’s so affectionate, so loving. He wants you to know that you’re his perfect wife.

Of course you believe it, why wouldn’t you? Kento has only given you reasons to trust him. You believe his every word, trying to avoid thinking about any thought that makes you doubt your husband.

He’s called in on your anniversary. He had the day off but things didn’t go your way. However, you had a backup plan because you had an idea this would happen. He’s working now more than ever so of course you had a backup plan.

You wear your pretty little dress, holding a bag with Kento’s favorite food. You also have a box of his favorite chocolate, and a small gift. You wander into the hospital, and the staff already knows you well so you don’t have an issue getting through.

Majority of the staff knows your plan since you called around. You’re simply just having a romantic dinner– Well as romantic as it can be in a hospital break room. You’re smiling, walking confidently through the hospital hallways. You’re right on Kento’s break, and everyone else assured you that he’d be alone.

When you open the break room’s door, you see that you’ve been lied to. Your heart drops and shatters into a million pieces, the bag that’s in your hand slipping away and falling to the ground. Your eyes widen and they fill with tears. You can’t believe the sight in front of you, your husband’s lips on another woman, and by the looks of it, it wasn’t going to stop with kissing.

You freeze in time, watching your loving husband with someone else. You’re simply shocked. Kento wouldn’t do this to you… Not him. That can’t be your husband. Your hands are shaking, your heart feeling as if it’s about to beat out of your chest. The tears finally begin to spill, and there’s a lump in your throat that holds back a sob.

No– Kento Nanami wouldn’t. Two other doctors must’ve gotten confused because your husband would never do this to you. You wipe the tears and you swallow the lump in your throat, shaking your head. It’s clearly not your husband. You clear your throat, “Sorry, I must’ve–”

He pulls away, alert. You see his face, and your heart breaks all over again. Even if you try to delude yourself, it won’t work. The woman is also staring at you but you aren’t all too focused on her; you don’t care about her.

He yells out your name as you turn on your heel and begin to walk away. He’s trying to run after you, but you’re walking as fast as you can.

“Please! Let me explain!” He yells and you try to block out his voice but it’s hard when he sounds so desperate. He does eventually catch up to you, grabbing your arm. You try to break free from his grasp but it’s too strong. You refuse to look at him, wanting to keep hidden the tears that stream down your face. “Honey, let’s talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Kento.” You try to sound as normal as you can even when your voice threatens to break. He still refuses to let go. “Let go of me, I never want to see you again.”

“Can we just talk please? Privately?” He asks, and you take a moment to think. He’s not going to let you go so easily, even if you want to leave. You’ll make it fast. You finally turn to look at him, and while you try to act tough, it’s impossible when you look at his face. The man that you love to the moon and back betrayed you. He’s someone that you wanted to grow old with, to have children with. You gave him your all, however, that doesn’t seem to be enough for him.

“On our anniversary? Really?” You respond, and it feels as if his voice has been taken from him. You wipe your tears before crossing your arms. You have to look away from him. “I thought you’d never do this to me, Kento. I really thought you were the one.”

He bites down his lip, he really doesn’t know what to say. For a minute you stand in complete and utter silence.

“Are you going to say anything?” You ask, and he’s scrambling for words. He comes up with nothing. You end up nodding before walking away. You hear him again,

“Honey, wait!”

Just this time, he doesn’t run after you.

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writingsofwerewolves · 2 months

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Even with a broken keyboard, I managed to write 5k words of soft werewolf noncon.

Here's the first 1k words of it. Unedited, so please be kind. Plus a few details are probably gonna change to account for some stuff later...

But here's a little sample.

A free trip across the country. I should’ve known it sounded too good to be true. By the time I realized, it was far too late. I’d already signed the contract.

“For the next three days, you all belong to the werewolves aboard this train,” the woman explained as we crowded into a small room for the orientation. “You will do as they say. For the next seventy two hours, your bodies belong to them. Understood?”

Around me, there was a chorus of “yes ma’am’s,” a lot of which sounded bored. In fact, many of them looked as if they’d been through the same speech a million times. Maybe they had.

“We have some special guests on this trip,” the woman continued and a few of my fellows perked up, “So I want you all to be on your best behavior. Now, get to work.”

With the dismissal, a door was opened and everyone started filing out, a few of them murmuring excitedly to each other.

“Who do you think it is?” one of the men whispered to a shorter woman, “One of the Alpha’s agents?”

“I heard the Alpha himself was coming,” she replied.

“Hush now!” the director woman snapped.

When the room was nearly empty, I stepped towards her, “Umm… ma’am?”

She looked down at me, an impatient eyebrow raised.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” I said in a small voice, “I didn’t know what I was signing when—”

“You signed the contract, didn’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, but I was told—”

“You didn’t read it?”

“I was in a hurry and the lady said it was—”

“Not my problem,” she held up a hand, “You signed the contract. You’re legally bound to it, whether you read it or not. Now get out there. You have guests to tend to.”

“But I’m… I’ve never…”

She heaved a heavy sigh, gripped my shoulders, spun me around and marched me forward, out the door.

In the train car, several werewolves were lounging in chairs, drinks in hand, and some already had a human companion in their laps. My eyes widened in horror when I saw one of the humans had already been forced to his knees, his head between the legs of a werewolf woman while her fingers knotted in his hair, grinding his face against her crotch.

“New to this, sweetie?” a voice sounded beside me.

I jumped as a hand wrapped around my arm and dragged me closer to a large, warm body.

“Don’t worry, baby,” the werewolf man murmured, leading me over to one of the chairs, “I’ll take care of you.”

He sat and pulled me into his lap, his hand squeezing my ass possessively, making me yelp with surprise.

“Please don’t,” I said in a small voice, struggling against his hold, “Please, I’m… I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled, pressing his nose into my neck, “I think you’re supposed to be right here.”

His hand moved from my ass to between my legs.

I desperately tried to push him away and said, “I’ve never done this. Please…”

He paused, pulling back to look in my eyes, “You’re a virgin?”

I swallowed dryly and nodded.

A wicked smile broke out on his face, “Well then I just won the lottery.”

I fought back a sob as he ducked his head again, nibbling at my neck. His hand was still between my legs, rubbing circles over my clit through my clothes. I’d never been touched like that by anyone before. And my first time was by a stranger whose name I didn’t know, who didn’t know my name, and who only saw me as a sex toy.

Yet, I couldn’t help the whimpers of pleasure. It felt good to be touched for the first time. For the hand on my clit to not be my own or a vibrator.

Just seventy two hours… three days… and I’d be free. The train would arrive and I’d be free. I just had to put up with it for three days.

While the man continued to rub me through my clothes, he spoke to his fellow werewolves, many of whom also had humans on hand. He talked as if he wasn’t actively violating me in front of everyone, only occasionally ducking his head to nibble at me while someone else talked.

I kept my eyes averted from everyone else. I didn’t want to see how many people were witness to my shame. I couldn’t handle it.

Eventually, one of the man’s hands made its way under my shirt and started squeezing my breast. I whined and squirmed, trying to dislodge his hand, but it was no good. He held me still with one arm while assaulting me with his other hand.

“Do you mind if I cut in?” a deep voice sounded from above me.

“Oh… uh… Of course, sir,” the werewolf holding me said quickly and I suddenly found myself being pushed out of his lap, onto my feet.

I swayed, unsteady from the abrupt change, only to be caught by new hands around my upper arms.

“All yours,” the man that had been holding me said.

I looked up at the new werewolf. He was extremely tall and clearly very thickly built under his nicely fitted suit. He held me at arm’s length for a moment, his eyes looking me up and down before he inclined his head towards the previous werewolf.

“Thank you, Robert,” he said.

“Of course, sir,” the previous werewolf said quickly, “Whatever you need.”

The new werewolf scooped me into his arms, cradling me to his broad chest, as he walked through the train car.

“I can walk on my own,” I told him, struggling in his hold.

“I am certain you can,” he said with a rich chuckle, “But I wish to carry you, pup.”

I pursed my lips at the pet name, “I’m not a pup.”

He smiled, but said nothing as he moved to one of the chairs and sat, continuing to cradle me in his arms.

“Let me go,” I said, pushing at his chest to try to get away.

He raised an eyebrow, “If you leave my possession, another werewolf will take you for their own. Did you perhaps prefer Robert?”

I glanced back towards where the previous werewolf was. He had already found another human, his hand in the woman’s pants.

“N-no,” I stuttered out, “I’m not supposed to be here at all.”

“You signed the contract, yes?”

“Yes, but I didn’t know what it was for.”

“Unfortunate. Still, as I said, if you leave my possession, another werewolf will take you and I do not want that. For the remainder of this trip, you belong to me, pup.”

I fought back a sob and nodded my understanding.

Just three days. Three days and I would be free.

Unlike the previous werewolf, my new captor didn’t touch me between my legs as he began speaking to the other werewolves. He held me to him with one hand while the other ran up and down my thigh, which was still more intimate than I liked, but it was better than having my clit touched in a room full of strangers.

I didn’t want to listen to the conversations around me. I wanted to completely check out. I rested my forehead against the man’s collarbone, closing my eyes and desperately trying to forget where I was. The werewolf’s hand on my thigh didn’t let me forget. I was acutely aware of the contact.

“A moment, pup,” he murmured in my ear, “I need to conduct some business in private.”

Before I knew it, I was being hauled gently to my feet. The werewolf took myhand and led me over to the corner of the train car, where a few other humans were sitting. He guided me to a chair and gestured for me to sit.

He bent down and kissed my forehead, “I will return shortly. Behave yourself.”

I nodded numbly and he smiled and turned, leaving the train car with a few other werewolves at his side. As soon as he was gone, the two other humans there leaned towards me.

“How’d you do it?” the woman asked in a hushed but excited tone.

“Do… what?” I asked, hugging myself protectively.

“Bag the Alpha,” the man said in disbelief, “I’ve been doing this for five years and I’ve never seen him take on a human before.”

I felt my eyes widen fearfully, “The… Alpha…? Like the Alpha?”

The pair of them nodded, looking at me like I’d lost my mind.

“You really didn’t know?” the woman asked, “Wow… You must be oblivious. He’s only the most famous werewolf in the whole fucking world.”

My face warmed with shame and anxiety. The Alpha...what the fuck?

“He probably overheard that they’re a virgin,” the man commented to the woman.

“Really?” she looked at me, brow furrowed, “You’re a virgin?”

“I’ve… never had sex,” I whispered.

“Fuck,” the woman groaned, “If I’d known that was all it’d take to get the Alpha’s attention, I would’ve saved myself.”

My face burned further.

The werewolf that had laid claim to me returned to the car, walking straight towards me. He held his hand out to me.

As I looked up at him, really looked at him, I realized I did recognize him. I’d seen him on the news plenty of times. I just hadn't been expecting to see him there.

“Come with me, pup,” he said, his voice soft.

The humans beside me gave me a look of jealousy and disbelief.

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/athymelyreply/741449177837584384/reggyjester-skeletalroses-so-this-is-a?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/phoebo-fugiente/741458451982630912?source=share

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So between these two posts taking me out at the knees for different reasons, I now have Corset Thoughts:

Dream is corsetiere and he vends at his local Renaissance Faire. His corsets are all handmade, high quality and absolutely beautiful. He's very popular and his stall is always full of customers, especially because he accommodates so many different body types.

Hob is at the Renaissance Faire with his girlfriend, and it is her goal to get one of Dream's corsets. She's saved up her money, brought her measurements, etc. Hob decides to indulge her and try on one of the men's corsets Dream has available, and he has a million realizations at once about his body and how good it can look in a well fitting corset.

Ultimately, Hob doesn't buy his own corset even though his girlfriend agrees he looks amazing and absolutely deserves to have a nice quality corset of his own. But Hob is saving up money to propose, and he just doesn't have the extra cash to spend it on an impulse. His girlfriend leaves happily with her purchase though and swears they'll be back next year to get her a second one AND Hob's first corset.

One year later, Hob is back but he's alone this time. Turns out they wanted different things in life so they broke up and it's fine. They're still friendly. But Hob hasn't stopped thinking about that corset. Or the gorgeous coset maker at the Faire. And now that he no longer has a girlfriend to buy an engagement ring for, he now has a lot of extra cash to buy himself a corset... or three.

Hi this is so good!!!! I’m super obsessed with corsets in general and I am constantly in awe of corsetieres, their craftsmanship, and their dedication to making things that are size inclusive. The fact that we’re all acknowledging now that men in corsets are fucking incredible is a very good thing indeed.

I’m just imagining Dream’s face lighting up because he remembers Hob from the previous year and was hoping he’d come back. If he’s honest with himself he’s VERY attracted to Hob but he disguises his interest by asking if he can take a few pictures while Hob tries on the various available styles. He’s trying to get as many pictures as possible for his website so he can show that corsets are perfect for everyone! And Hob looks so good, he clearly belongs front and centre in Dream’s new marketing strategy…

So Hob hands over his measurements, and Dream brings out a selection of different designs for him to try. Most are the traditional laced up variety, but he’s also been experimenting with Velcro as some people can’t manage the laces so easy. Hob gushes on about how talented and thoughtful Dream is, and he seems to be completely in his element as he tries each one on and poses for photos. Dream blushes and stammers and asks if Hob’s girlfriend liked her corset? Which leads to Hob explaining about the breakup.

Dream feels a huge sense of relief, and doesn’t feel quite so terrible about the fact that he can’t keep his eyes off Hob’s fantastic tits. The way the corset compresses the fabric of his shirt and makes absolutely sure that his chest hair is visible is driving Dream wild. His hands are shaking so much, he’s not even sure if the pictures he’s taking will be in focus.

Hob finally decides which corsets he’ll be taking home, and he can’t resist kissing the back of Dream’s hand in thanks. And when he cautiously asks if Dream would care to meet him at the mead tent when he’s due for a break, Dream nearly abandons his stall altogether just at the mere offer. Luckily, one of the other vendors offers to watch his stall for a bit, so Hob is able to spirit Dream away just for a little while. Yes, they do spend the whole time making out in a quiet corner, and yes, Dream does finally cop a feel of the Hoboobies.

Hob is about to have sooooo many pretty outfits designed just for him, the lucky bastard. In all fairness, he was absolutely made to wear corsets. Dream definitely isn’t letting him go!

#seiya-starsniper #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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ayabeanworks · 7 months

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Title: Photos

Synopsis: In which Gojo doesn't get a reply from you in 6 hours, only to find out that you're sick and takes care of you.

Character: Gojo Satoru x reader

Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)

Notes: Pure fluff, very domestic and soft Gojo, some pining & unrequited love, cute moments, cursing and light suggestive themes. He calls you 'sweets'.

AU where Geto didn't defect, Geto & Shoko makes an apperance.

Gojo Satoru loves taking photos. Anything that suits his fancy, or whatever he finds interesting, cute or fun, he'll take a photo of. Due to this, he has thousands, if not millions, of photos stored in his phone, and by extension, also online storage in case his phone storage becomes full, as well as a hard drive collection sitting prettily in his home.

Even though he has a number of photos and is more than happy to share, he'll never ever tell a soul about his collection of photos of you. At least not seriously.

You're one of his favourites to take photos of, the others being either Geto & Shoko, or his students that he teaches now. That's a lie, you're his favourite to take photos of but he'll never admit it, even though everyone has already seen him take photos of you whenever and wherever.

This bitch is whipped.

The number of photos of you was just as much as you would expect, and made up over 40% of the photos he took. A lot of photos were actually just you, be it something he secretly took or one where he said something and you were reacting.

He thought you were the cutest, and wanted to immortalise that in the form of photos. If anything, when he looked back on the ones he took, he would grin and relive each moment.

Gojo once counted them and nearly laughed at himself for taking so many photos of you, remembering back to his days in high school when he would hang out with Geto, Shoko and you and take many photos to commemorate each and every little thing. These days, he took photos of you whenever he saw you, sometimes even sending them over to you as a way to get your attention.

So, when he didn't get a response from you for a whole day, he visited your house after teaching his students, wondering if you were sick. It wasn't normal for you to ignore his texts or calls, especially since you knew how persistent he was in getting a response from you. He'd waited a maximum of 6 hours before he came to find you.

Geez, Gojo needs to calm the fuck down.

Using the spare key you got him in case of emergencies, he let himself into your apartment, wondering why all the lights were out. Were you not home?

Humming lightly to himself, he made a beeline to your bedroom where he did a light knock out of politeness, before just going in after 5 seconds of not getting a reply.

He once caught you changing and you threw a shoe at him because he didn't knock.

When he saw you, you were still in bed, breathing laboured and showing signs of a fever. Gojo stood at the door for a moment, before leaving and taking his shoes off at the entrance, coming back to the bedroom and going into the bathroom to prepare a few things.

Now, Gojo Satoru wasn't good at treating the ill, but he was aware of how it worked, and took care of Megumi & Tsumiki since they were younger. So, taking care of an adult was probably easier, especially one where he was close friends with and has been since over 10 years ago.

When he came back with a cold wet towel and some medicine, he placed the medicine by your bedside table and proceeded to put the towel on your forehead. It was then that he noticed you were hugging a large whale plush toy, specifically the one he had won for you a long time ago.

His heart nearly jumped out in joy right then and there from how cute you were, so much so that he wanted to take a few photos to commemorate the occasion, in which he promised he would after getting you some water and food.

He grinned to himself, feeling his chest warm at how you were treasuring his gifts, and he couldn't help but feel giddy.

He got some water and heated up some congee you had seemed to make the day prior, almost as if you knew you would get sick. Bringing them into the room, he opened your curtain slightly so there was some light in the room, opening the window so that there would be some fresh air.

That's when he took some photos of your sleeping form from different angles, and once you started stirring from the light, he came over and shook you awake, taking a video of the whole interaction.

You weren't in your right mind when you opened your eyes, so when you saw a phone in front of you and Satoru's face with his blindfold behind it, you nearly slapped the phone out of his hand, groaning at his antics yet again.

Gojo was lucky that he knew what you were going to do, quickly moving the phone away as he continued the video.

"I'll take care of you!" He promised, sitting by the side of your bed. He stopped the video and put his phone away when you gave him a funny look, one that just made him laugh. He did tone down his volume as he said a couple of other things about medicine and food, placing his large hand on your forehead.

It was cooling to you, and you let out a light sigh at the feeling, relaxing your shoulders.

"Sweaty." He chuckled when you weakly hit his arm, not having enough energy to move. "Let's get some food in you. Can you sit up?" His voice was soft.

You mumbled something under your breath, and once you stopped hugging your favourite plush toy, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position.

Gojo grabbed the tray he prepared and placed it on his lap, absolutely having no intention of giving it to you to eat yourself. He was going to feed you, whether or not you liked it.

"It's the congee you made yesterday." Satoru mixed it before bringing a spoon to his lips, blowing on it to make sure it's not too hot for you.

You wondered if you were dreaming, since Satoru was here taking care of you. You only remember him taking care of Megumi & Tsumiki, but you didn't even know if he was the one nursing them back to health.

You couldn't recall the last time you were sick, but you could also remember someone taking care of you then, but you had no idea who. It was probably after you had first learned how to use your cursed energy after your output channels were released.

"Say, 'ahh'," Gojo brought the spoon to your lips, prompting you to open it and take in the soup as you lost your mind in your hazy and half coherent thoughts. "Perfect temperature, right?"

You nodded absentmindedly, staring at him as you waited for the next one, not even realising you were doing it. He could only smile at your expecting expression and continued doing what he was doing.

"What's on your mind, sweets?" He asked, getting the last part of the congee. He brought it to your lips, pushing the spoon gently against the plush of your bottom lip to get you to open up.

Oh, how he wanted to kiss them.

You didn't even flinch at the nickname. Normally Satoru called you by a variety of pet names, but 'sweets' was one he called you since you were young. It was cute, you had to admit, and you let a small smile grace your lips.

"Reminds me of someone else taking care of me before..." You close your eyes for a moment, trying to remember, but to no avail. You weren't able to bring back any other memories from that time.

Gojo looked at you for a moment, then laughed lightly as he put down the tray on the side. "You don't need to try so hard to remember."

You hummed in response, feeling your lids get droopy from the food. "Satoru, did you come from work?" You blink slowly at him, trying to fight off your sleep and hazy mind.

"Yeah, you didn't respond to me in 6 hours so I'm here." He took out his phone and added, "Didn't know you were sick though."

He quickly sent a message to Ijichi to let them know you were sick and if there were emergency missions that needed him, to get someone like Suguru or Shoko to help them recover.

"Sorry...was gonna let you know..."

"Well, I'm here now." Satoru grabbed the water and medicine, giving it to you, "Take this before going to sleep."

You obliged and allowed him to support you, before he's making you slide back down into bed. He even grabs your whale plushie and places your arms around it with a grin. He gave the plushie a pat on the head, then placed the cold towel on your forehead.

"Get some sleep, I'll be here." He lightly tapped your nose, and hearing you hum in response, he closes the curtain and goes out with the dishes.

Then, he does whatever he needs to do and allows you to rest.

Gojo is never one to do anything like housechores, normally getting someone else to fill in for him. For example, Ijichi to get his dry cleaning done for him, clean his house etc. It just falls onto someone else.

But, there were exceptions. For you, he would be willing to do the laundry and wash the dishes, heck, he'd be more than happy to cook you a full course meal if he could see you smile at him every day. He would even be happy to do them if it meant you were to stay next to him just a few minutes longer.

Finishing up the dishes, he sighed to himself, having a look at the photos he took not too long ago. It was cute, he had to admit, but this marks the rise of yet another album in his collection - one where you hugged the plushie he gave you.

God, how he wished that was him in your bed right now.

He shouldn't be taking pictures of sick people, but when it came to you he just couldn't not. He probably came off creepy to other people for having so many photos of you, or even mistaken as a lovey-dovey couple, but they didn't know that you two have known each other for ages, and was still close to this day. You didn't care too much as long as he kept it to himself and your other shared close friends.

He knew very well that you may not feel the same, but he was content in staying by your side, even though his fingers twitch with the want to hug you close and never let go, maybe pepper your face in kisses and make you whisper his name after your lips lock.

Gojo Satoru sighed, sinking down onto the couch as his imagination went a little astray. By taking some time out of his day, he could relax a bit. He was going to come over today anyway, but he just made it earlier since he didn't get a reply from you.

"Shoko, what do you cook for a person who's sick?" Gojo immediately asked the question when she picked up after the first ring, making her raise her brow on the other side.

"Is [name] sick?" She asked, immediately catching onto his intentions. When she heard a light hum from him, she sighed, "Make sure they get enough liquids. Make something light and easy to digest. Congee, or even soup noodles work. But not instant noodles in soup."

Gojo laughed at the last part, saluting to nobody in particular, "Yes ma'am! Thanks."

And then he got to work. He did a google search for whatever he needed, and set up a plan to make the food before you woke up. Since you only had congee, that's not enough to fuel your body back to normal. So, he was going to cook!

When he checked your fridge, he noticed you didn't have vegetables, so he needed to go buy some. Checking other areas like the bathroom and some of your items, he realised you were running out of stuff.

"Since I'm going out anyway, might as well buy some other stuff too." He murmured. He had a lot of things related to you memorised in his mind, such as which skincare you used, the stuff you normally had in your pantry, as well as a whole bunch of other stuff he has memory storage for.

His memory storage for you is unlimited, unlike his Limitless technique.

He paused for a moment, one thought in his head when he caught himself doing whatever he can for you while you're incapacitated.

Man, I'm down bad.

Gojo Satoru just sighs to himself as he heads to your room. He gently crouches down and places a hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb in circles on the apple of your cheek, "Sweets, I'll be gone for just a moment to get some groceries and stuff. If you need me, just give me a text or call."

He watches as you stir for a moment, eyes slightly opening as you lean into his touch, unintentionally making his heart leap out of his chest at such an intimate gesture. You let out a groggy 'ok' before falling back to sleep, facing his palm.

Gojo reluctantly pulls his hand away, feeling his cheeks warm at the way you leaned into his hand. He let out a little exhale before leaving, wishing he had taken off his blindfold to see you more clearly.

When he's back, he stocks things up and makes the food, double checking on you to make sure you're still resting while he makes something with nutritional value. After all, he's able to do anything so why not cooking? At least when he tried it at home, it was edible and didn't taste bad.

Once he was finished, he plated it up and put two bowls at the table for both yourself and him.

Satoru headed into your room yet again, this time your face was shoved into the plushie, the towel on the ground. He wanted to laugh at the scene, and immediately took out his phone to take a photo. He'll probably show you later once you've fully regained your conscious state.

"[name], I've made food. C'mon, let's eat." Gojo sat by the side of your bed, leaning in and slowly pulling the plushie from your strong grip.

You let out a strangled groan, hugging it tighter to yourself, making the larger man chuckle.

"If you don't wake up, I'll carry you." He threaded his hands through your hair, gently giving it a scratch.

He didn't receive a response, so he bundled up the doona around your legs, sliding his arms under your neck and shoulders and under your legs, lifting you up with ease as you felt yourself weightless.

You didn't have much strength to fight what was going on and all you could do was look up at Satoru with squinted eyes, trying to adjust to the light as he brought you outside to your dining table.

"Awake now?" He grinned at you, leaning down to bump his forehead against yours.

You closed your eyes when he bumped your forehead, then rested your head against his shoulder, waiting for him to set you down after bringing you out with pretty much everything on top of your bed.

As he set you down, he plucked the plushie away from you, putting it in its own seat as he wrapped the blanket around you so it didn't fall.

You were a little better than before, but still feeling not 100%, so seeing the bowl of steaming soup noodles in front of you and him made you look up at him with a tilt of the head.

"I didn't know you could cook..."

"It's got all of my love for you in it." He grinned. He had to add a flirty remark since you didn't have much of a reaction, to help lighten up the atmosphere.

Except he wasn't just giving you a flirty remark, he really did try hard to make it taste and look good.

He gestured towards your bowl, "Have a try. Should be delicious."

You wanted to roll your eyes at his comments, but you couldn't deny that you were feeling grateful he'd made time out of his busy day to take care of you and make something. Taking a spoonful of the soup, you took a small sip, letting the taste engulf you. You took another sip, and had some of the noodles and vegetables, chewing slowly as you took in the flavours.

You expected a deeper flavour, but actually, it was the opposite, and was light but flavourful. You could tell he put a lot of effort into it and wanted to applaud his efforts.

"Yummy." Was the only word you said as you continued eating. You ate a lot slower compared to before due to your fever, but that didn't stop Satoru from watching you, quickly getting a photo after grinning to himself. "Why are you taking photos of me when I'm sick." It was more of a statement than a question, but you continued eating anyway.

Satoru put his phone face down on the table and started eating his, shrugging as he answered your question, "Just to add to my collection of photos of you."

You normally would've scoffed at his flirty comment, maybe even hit him, but at this moment, you didn't want to do any of that since he was doing his best for you while you're sick.

"Thanks, 'toru." Your words came out softer as you finished off your noodles. You gave him a smile, "For taking care of me."

Satoru took a moment to bask in your vulnerable state, seeing your flushed cheeks, slightly hazy gaze, and soft voice. He visibly gulped, but masked it by finishing off the noodles with a comical slurp, "What will you do without me?" He managed to say.

"Probably suffer and die from starvation and dehydration." You let out a dry laugh.

"Not when I'm around, you don't." Gojo drank the rest of his soup, letting out a burp as he rested his elbows on the table. "So, how did you even get sick?"

"I don't even know...maybe yesterday's date?" You sighed, drinking some of the soup. It was so delicious, you wanted more even though you could only taste half of it because of restricted tastebuds.

"Date?" Satoru could feel his heart drop at the mention, the creeping of dread coming up from his toes. His tried keeping his voice constant.

Was someone else going to take you away from him?

You nodded, "My parents actually organised it." You let out a light sigh as you tried to remember what happened, with your fuzzy memory. "Was a blind date...some single guy they work well with. I think I met him once? Before the date yesterday..."

"You know other men?" This came out sounding like a joke, but the slight edge in his voice could be easily detected by you.

Was he jealous? You had no idea, your mind must be pulling tricks on you. There's no way Gojo Satoru would show that he was jealous over a guy who you've just met maybe twice.

Satoru plastered a smile on his face, but he was definitely not feeling happy at having found out this information.

"'toru," You shook your head, "It was just a formality. I'm not meeting him again."

Satoru let out a sigh, pouting as he rested his cheek on his palm. "If they're not better than me, I won't approve."

It tore through him to say those words to you. But, at the same time, you had different standards to him, and what he constitutes as 'better than him' was someone who was stronger, nicer, kinder and treats you better than him. As if there was anyone like that apart from him. But for you, he didn't know. Was it the same as his? Or was it someone who was better looking than him? Better personality than him? Wasn't a sorcerer? The possibilities were endless.

It might even be Suguru?! But he'd rather lose to Suguru than to some nobody. Even better if you couldn't pick between him and Suguru - you could have them both and he wouldn't mind sharing.

"'toru, they're not going to take me away from you. You're one of my best friends. I don't think they'll beat that." You let out a low chuckle, your eyes starting to get heavy.

All of a sudden, he felt a little relieved, yet bummed. He loved you so much he could give you his heart on a diamond platter, but would you accept it if you knew he gave it to you? He had absolutely no idea.

All he could do was spend as much time with you and hope you would pick up on the signs and eventually, return them.

Satoru could see you starting to get sleepy from the food, but he also knew it was bad to sleep right after eating, so he tried to make random conversation while trying to keep you awake for another half hour.

Finally, when it was about time, you fell asleep on his shoulder while watching some TV program you weren't interested in. Satoru knew right away when you fell asleep, and once you did, he swept you off your feet and carried you back to the bedroom, setting you down before getting your favourite plushie to hug.

He sat down next to you, bringing the plushie to your side under the covers, bringing your arm around it.

But what he didn't except was that the arm went from around the plushie, to around his waist, as you hugged yourself closer to him, bringing your other arm to encircle him.

"Don't go...'toru...you're warm..." You mumbled into him, tugging him closer.

Gojo just stared at you in surprise, lips parting as he stared for a moment, then let out the brightest smile, not caring whether or not you were sick.

"Didn't know you were so clingy." He teased, taking off his blindfold. He took off the jacket he wore from work, folding it on the side with his blindfold as he slid under the covers with you, thanking every God internally that this was happening. He was also thankful you had a Queen sized bed, big enough to accomodate him as long as he bent his legs.

He readjusted your arms so they wouldn't be sore after waking up, draping one over you as he pulled you into his chest, pressing the top of his chin to your head. He could feel you nuzzling into his chest slightly, taking in his scent from the tight black shirt he wore to make sure it was him, before falling asleep.

Gojo felt his face bloom in colour. It wasn't every day you cuddled so intimately, but when it did happen, he was always trying to make sure his heart didn't beat as erratically as it did when he hugged you back in high school. But, it always gave him away, and he felt you hum in your sleep as you settled on top of his heart.

You low key liked listening to the erratic beating of Satoru's heart whenever he was hugging you.

Satoru could only just smile as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, mumbling a 'sweet dreams' before falling asleep himself.

The next day, you woke up completely fine and well rested, but the man next to you, Gojo Satoru was sick and slightly feverish, most likely due to the close proximity from sleeping together in the same bed during the time you were still feverish.

You sighed, trying to pry his arms off you. He was a serious cuddler and in sleep, even worse. It was always hard to get out of the bed if he was cuddling you. The same goes for Suguru, and Shoko was the chillest.

Satoru groaned, making a shiver go up your spine at his morning voice. "Don't wanna move..."

"'toru, you're sick. I've got to take care of you since it's my fault."

"Are you saying you won't take care of me if it wasn't your fault?" Since he had his blindfold off, his blue eyes looked at you pleadingly, like a abandoned kitten who wanted your attention. Paired with his slightly red cheeks, nose and slightly puffy eyes, it was incredibly hard to resist the man.

"I-I mean this time it's my fault so I will. Not that I won't." You felt his forehead and pushed his hair back, slowly treading your hands through his hair, earning a hum and blush from him. "Ok, I really got to prepare things. I'll be back."

You somehow got him to let you go, and you went to call Suguru straight away since he was able to move Satoru around if need be. Also because he needed a shower and you weren't going to shower him, even if you've done it a few times before when everyone was dead tired.

As you wait for Suguru to come, you make sure you get something whipped up for Gojo, including some freshly cooked food and some sweets as a dessert if he was able to finish all the good stuff. Then you freshen up, and get Gojo's toothbrush (SaShiSu each has their own there since they're over so often) to brush his teeth while you continue waiting.

"Sit up for me 'toru." You bring your hand behind Gojo's muscular frame, using as much strength as possible to push him up into a sitting position. He just sits there as you brush his teeth, allowing himself to be pampered by you.

"Wow, I can't believe you're even brushing his teeth." Suguru makes his entrance known as he puts down a bag of convenience store items he bought on the way. You didn't even hear him coming through the door.

He comes over and motions for you to let him do it, in which you oblige and take care of the items he bought over, voicing a grateful 'thanks'.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" You ask Suguru, watching as he half drags Satoru into your bathroom.

"Nah, can you make me something too?"

"Sure! I'm going for savoury, that ok?"

"Sounds good."

As you prepare everything for your best friends as they're washing up, you call Shoko to see if she's also available. However, she wasn't as she was working the night shift and was going to prioritise sleeping. You were a little bummed, but that was ok, there's always next time.

As you prepare food, you can hear Suguru and Satoru bickering in the background, along with the hot water running.

As you're bringing the food to the dining table, you realise Satoru didn't bring his phone to the bedroom with him. So, you opened it up to check if he had any messages from Ijichi, but you didn't end up checking if he had any pressing messages, instead seeing his phone screen with a photo of you sleeping and hugging the plushie he gave you, him on the side doing a peace sign and a happy expression.

You wanted to laugh at the photo, but it was plucked out of your hand by him as he pouted at you, a redness dusting his cheeks as he came to hug you and be a cuddle bear after washing up, changing into some clothes he'd left at your place.

"Your hair's wet!" You complain, feeling his cheek against the crown of your head as he nuzzled into you, the water droplets making you and the floor wet.

Suguru used a towel from behind you, drying it with a sigh. "Sorry, he escaped."

Just as Suguru was about to pull away, Satoru let go of you, grabbed Suguru and sandwiched you in between them as he hugged his best friends.

You all hear a 'click' come from the door, making you all turn your heads at the sound. It was the sound of a camera, and it turned out to be Shoko! She had come even though she said she prioritised sleeping, and took a photo of the cute situation on her phone.

"Cute." She smirked, showing the picture to you all. She looked at the food, then at you all, before her eyes landed on Gojo, looking him up and down. He had a slightly dazed look with slight redness in his cheeks and nose, not similar to what he was normally.

Shoko sighed, "But seriously, Gojo you need some rest, you're sick."

"But I want to hug them!"

"You're sick. Eat first. Then medicine. Then sleep."

"...yes ma'am."

A/N: GOD I NEED A GOJO IN MY LIFE Actually i need all of them Pls pine for me too I'm on my knees beGGING????

Also, Shoko did end up eating some food as well since there was some extra food you made 😀

If you want more in the series, check out the Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader) Masterlist!

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foreststranger · 8 months

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DAN FENG - Tethering The Sky and Reaching For Heaven

ꜱᴛᴀʀʀɪɴɢ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

↳ 『honkai: star rail』dan feng/imbibitor lunae/yinyue jun (ugh can he stop having so many names??? it makes tagging a complete nightmare) x gn!reader

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

↳ parting ways with silly dragon guy before he reincarnates and dies idk idgaf abt his backstory 👍👍👍

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ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

↳ surprise!!!! yet another short fanfic abt a long haired man! anyways happy early 1.3! i wish everyone a very e6 lynx and good luck on whoever you’re pulling for. ALSO HOW TF DO YOU DO CHINESE DIMINUTIVES/HONOURIFICS IN X READER FICS??? 阿Y/N???? OR MAYBE IN PINYIN??? a’y/n or ah’y/n??? OR WOULD IT BE LIKE 阿[the first character of your name] LMFAO

“What do you mean ‘you’re leaving?’ Where are you going?” You ask, taking a step closer to him, trying in vain to figure him out.

“We won’t see each other again. I’ve… done something horrible.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“…It’s not our main concern as of now. I’m sure my punishment will come for me soon. I don’t know how much time I have left with you.”

“Okay, what’s going on? I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’ll understand soon. I’d just like to spend one final moment with you.” Dan Feng grabs ahold of your hands, his grip almost painful as his fingers lock with yours.

“Are you… You don’t love me anymore?” A thousand thoughts rush through your head, yet none of them makes sense. “Do you want to see other people?”

“No, no, no. Of course not. That’s not what I meant. I meant that…” He pauses, concentrating. “We don’t have much time left.”

“But what does that-“

“Forget it. Would you just follow me, 心肝? Humour me. Please.” Your eyebrows furrow at the odd hypocorism. Before you can answer him, Dan Feng is leading you towards the dock. Bright yellow ginkgo leaves drift down from the sky, signalling a change in the year as they fall. There’s a scent in the early autumn air, and it reeks of… gloom; fraught with melancholy and a lingering anxiety that seems to cling to you. It whispers into your ear sweet serenades, singing a cacophony of incoming danger. The signal of change grows to a warning.

“Why are we heading towards the water?”

“Please, 亲爱的. Do not question me right now. Just… let us have a simple conversation. Would that be alright?” He sighs as the two of you exit the main area of the Alchemy Commission.

“I guess… You’re acting weird, you know that?” you sigh. “How was your day?”

“Great. And yours?” He answers a little too quickly.

“It’d be better if I knew what was happening.” Dan Feng turns his head to look back at you, a million words he wants to say are hidden behind his watery eyes.

Your shoe gets stuck in a crack in the stone walkway as you’re busy staring at him. You stop to pull it out but Dan Feng yanks on you, your shoe slipping off of your foot as he continues walking.

“Hey, wait! 枫仔! My shoe!” He doesn’t let go, his hand shaking in yours with a sense of urgency. “How am I supposed to walk without it?” You hop on a single foot, trying to keep up with his pace. In response, he picks you up into a bridal carry, cradling you like a parent would for their child.

“O-oh. Uh… okay. I guess I don’t mind…” You look up at his trembling jaw. Whatever’s going on, it must be very important to Dan Feng. If only he’d spit it out already so that you could offer your comfort. But the most you can offer right now is a small kiss. You bring your head up, pressing your lips against his cheek before resting your head back down on his forearm. The display of affection causes Dan Feng to stop in his tracks, but he quickly starts walking again.

“I...” He clears his throat, a light blush blossoming on his face. “That… means a lot to me right now. Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could offer you, 枫仔. You look so sad… Tell me what’s wrong.” He looks towards the horizon and the setting sun, a forlorn expression painting his face. The shadows of the evening light leave him looking especially somber. For a moment, he wants to tell you the whole truth. But he holds himself back to spare your feelings.

“I’m going somewhere. And… I won’t be returning. I am sorry, [name]. Truly. I do not wish to part ways but…” He looks down at you. A tear drips off of his face and onto yours. “There is nothing to be done about it. I… wouldn’t have done it if I realized the consequences sooner.”

“You’re… not joking. Would you tell me where you’re going? And when? Why are you being so vague?” You still couldn’t grasp the concept.

“亲爱的，you would hate me if I told you the whole truth. I could not leave knowing that you despised me. But… I’m sure you’ll find out soon when the news gets out.” Dan Feng looks back up towards the sky. You follow his gaze towards a few clouds that are coloured a hue of red from the sunset.

“I love you dearly. I apologize… I have forgone our future and forsaken you. Please remember me as someone you loved, and not a traitor to the Luofu.”

“Er… okay…? You’re really leaving?”

“Yes, I am afraid so…”

“…I love you too. Wherever you’re going, don’t forget that, okay? I… I really can’t believe it. I’m not gonna see you again. Ever…? Will you come visit me?”

“That is not possible, I fear. Though I wish more than anything that I could.”

The two of you reach the harbour. Dan Feng sets you down on the wooden planks and takes a seat beside you, dipping his legs into the water.

“Your pants are gonna be soaked, 笨蛋!”

“I am aware of that fact.” He pays you no mind, looking on into the horizon again. You gently hold is hand in yours.

“This… this is it? The last time I’ll see you? And we’re just… staring at nothing in complete silence?”

“You are speaking right now, [name].”

“What did you even do?” He glances at you. But as you make eye contact, he can’t seem to look away.

“…What are you doing?”

“You ask so many questions, 亲亲. I prefer it when you’re asleep. You’re much cuter in bed, too.” Dan Feng lightens up a little, a smile on his face as he teases you. “I’m just…” He shakes his head, as if to get himself out of a daze. “I’m just trying to remember your face. I need to make sure I don’t forget it…” His expression returns to how it was before, desolate and heartbroken.

“Make me a promise, 亲亲.”

“Go on.”

“We will meet in my next lifetime. And… we will live out a future that we could not have in this one.” He holds out his pinky finger and you take it.

“Sounds nice. I’ll hold you to it, Dan Feng.”

ask before translating, taking inspo from (not copy), reposting, etc. my work. remember to credit me and if you’re taking inspo from it, please @ me as I’d like to see what you do with my ideas!

#dan feng #honkai star rail #honkai: star rail #dan feng x reader #yinyue jun #yinyue jun x reader #imbibitor lunae #imbibitor lunae x reader #.forestfics ☆

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oddballwriter · 7 months

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How would each of them react to the reader telling them that they’re ready for another little one?

Warnings: There's talk about Marc's trauma. Are you surprised? You shouldn't be.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Steven Grant

Okay so I already said in my original Moon Dad post that Steven is the type of man who wants a bunch of kids with you

Like I literally said that he would be the stay at home dad with a million photos of all of his kids and talks all about their achievements, big or small

So when you say you want another kid he's actually been on board since you had/adopted your first

He doesn't really care about the gender of the second kid even though I've made it clear that I just see him being a girl dad

Of course he has a talk with your first to say the whole "You're going to have a sibling and they'll need a lot of attention but that doesn't mean we love you any less.". That whole thing.

Though he does like the idea of having one of each. So if your first is a girl then he'd want a boy next. But again. He doesn't really care.

He's just happy because he gets to have another little one running around

Marc Spector

He'll need a bit to think about it and sit with the idea

It's not that he doesn't want to have a big happy family with you. I actually feel like he does want the whole happy family with the nice house and picket fence

But we know that he has a good amount of self doubt

Sure you and your first helped him kick the idea that he doesn't deserve a happy life but the idea of a second puts him in a funk for a few days for obvious reasons

He will leave it or make the effort to leave it and say yes but he just needs that moment to mentally prepare correctly

Marc does his best to prepare your first into being an older sibling and what that entails and means

It's the usual briefing that most older siblings get when there's going to be a little sibling. "Don't do anything bad or risky because they'll copy you." "They're going to follow you around a lot." "Be gentle"

Marc leaves behind the baggage the best he can and just asks that they love each other the same way he loved his little brother

Being a dad heals him in a way and it heals even more when he has more than one kid

I do think he imagines just two though. Marc hardly even thought of a second child so he's defiantly never thought of a third or more even

But maybe Steven can convince him with the "one for each of us" idea and I mean... the system are like brothers so maybe a third kid wouldn't be too bad

Jake Lockley

I think Jake just says yes because he's just cool with any number of kids you want

He also wouldn't really care about the second one's gender because like I said in my og post he doesn't care if he has a girl she's going to know how to do certain things and maybe how to be rugged

I do feel like he has this sense of pride if he has a good amount of kids. It makes his dad level stronger

I also feel like he gets more methodical in his work and better able to expect the unexpected

Because let's face it. Children are chaotic and unpredictable. So he knows to keep his senses up

Too quiet? Something's happening. Everyone too still? Someone is going to bolt. Giving glances? Plotting.

Jake Lockley knows how this works because everyday his kids are doing something

So yeah, sure. Add another. Add as much as you want.

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader

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accio-victuuri · 9 months

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CPN : the birth of “weiba” ( weifen wangba ) 😂

even while writing this, i’m still not entirely sure how people are seeing the data about these newcomers. i’m thinking it functions like any other online groups like a super topic. you can see which specific accounts have recently joined.

if you’re looking at the bjyx st, it’s pretty lively and people are celebrating because of the rapid increase in members ever since last night. around 2PM i think it’s 6k++ and then right now i checked again, it’s 9k+. that’s a lot, considering these two have not interacted publicly for so long. maybe we will finally cross the 4 million mark before the year ends. 🫶🏼

so what’s all this talk about “weiba”?

it’s a combination of weifen ( what we call solo fans ) and wangba ( us turtles ) . the conversation is around these wfs joining the ST overnight. so much so that you see people posting a meme ( taken from ome and only )!about a moto & shrimps housewarming 😂😂😂

This is actually not new, the whole concept of a wf being cpf friendly. There are spaces like douyin where these 3 groups co-exist and will sometimes tease each other. It’s not always toxic, but oftentimes it is. There were a few times before too when a particularly strong cpn comes out and turtles screenshot the reactions of wfs who are confused and feel like bjyx may be true.

Now what’s the “cpn” that probably sent them over the edge?

I’ve talked a bit about it here and it’s related to XZ’s work schedule change.

For the longest time, he was going to work in Condor Heroes early in the day. Then in 7/26, it was bit late but this could only be slightly affected by WYB’s condition. Remember that YBO announced that WYB is sick in the evening of 25th and they were in Hunan ( based on the IP ). We are not sure if Yibo is also there or just the staff but the thought is he did intend to come. In the 26th, WYB probably came back to Beijing a bit later or if he was already in BJ, ZZ can’t change his schedule. Then on the 27th, ZZ’s schedule is way later than his usual. Same with the 28th. These days we CPN that ZZ spent time with sick WYB before going to work. Then on 7/29, ZZ goes back the his old schedule and WYB is the same.

An additional speculation here is the photo going around of ZZ giving out drinks to Condor Heroes cast and crew. This is not something new. We know ZZ loves to treat the crew. However, this time, we interpret this as him giving his “apologies” cause he had to come in to work later than usual for the past days. ☕️

That’s it everyone! tbh, I don’t care if wfs cross over to being turtles or what. I still believe in staying in our own lanes and treating each other with respect. Just enjoy our own corner/s fandoms. ✌🏼

PS: Another probable reason for some newcomers are those who watched One and Only, then looked into WYB. 🫶🏼

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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blubffsd · 1 year

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— BIG NEWS

summary: where Kylian reveals his relationship by tweeting on the wrong account.

note: idk hi how r u

After the celebration dinner of your fourth anniversary, you and Kylian came home and quickly lay in your bed, completely tired because it had been a pretty busy day for both of you.

You were lying on Kylian's chest stroking his hair and trying to sleep while your boyfriend was on Twitter like every night before sleeping.

Your boyfriend really loved the app, because he could read gossip, laugh at the memes of the fans and even see how several men tweeted about you and how they didn't understand why you were still single.

If only they knew...

Obviously Kylian couldn't use his official Twitter account freely because he knew that millions of people were looking at any interaction he had, so he had a secondary account where he tweeted everything he could think of and he even argued with people criticizing your work as a singer.

He was always very careful to tweet because he knew that if it was in the wrong account, it could be a disaster.

But a half-asleep Kylian at 1.00 a.m. doesn't think so clearly as a normal Kylian.

The sound of the alarm coming from his phone awoke Kylian, who rose quickly to prepare and go to training, not without leaving a kiss on your forehead and whispering a "I love you".

While he was brushing his teeth, he looked at the time on his phone and he didn't understand why he had a lot of messages and notifications.

This can't be good.

Why were everyone acting like he-

No. This can't be.

Kylian quickly came into Twitter to notice yes, yes, it could be.

He. tweeted. in. the. wrong. account.

And millions of people saw it.

He definitely had no idea what to do, what was he gonna tell you? "Hey, love, last night I tweet on the wrong account and now we're gonna be in every magazine for the rest of the year."

No, obviously he wouldn't tell you that. And the worst thing is that you were waking up.

He heard how you knocked the bathroom door and asked him sweetly if you could come in. He breathed deeply to know he didn't have a chance and let you in. You quickly hugged him by saying good morning, then you washed your face and your teeth noting he was nervous but you decided to ignore it.

You went out of the bathroom going to get some clothes in your closet while you felt the steps of your boyfriend behind you, you turned around to face it and you crashed with his chest. A nervous laugh came out of your partner's mouth and you looked at him confused.

—Fine Kylian, tell me what's going on.

Your boyfriend cursed in his mind when he knew he had to tell you the truth at that time.

—They know about us.

—What do you mean with "they"?

—I tweeted in the wrong account tonight by accident and know everyone knows that we are dating.

You looked amazed at Kylian letting a nervous laugh escape without wanting to believe him.

—You're kidding, right?

—Love, listen. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean it. It was a mistake, it wasn't on purpose, i swear it wasn't.

You went to find your phone to check it wasn't a joke and, like him, you had thousands of messages from friends and family members congratulating you on making it public.

You looked at your boyfriend who was on the other side of the room, looking down and playing with his fingers, completely embarrassed and repentant of the little mistake (or not) he had made.

You smiled slightly and walked towards him taking his face and lifting his head to look you in the eye.

You looked at those brown eyes you'd fallen in love with, you analyzed all the factions on your partner's face. His nose, his lips, his jaw, even his hair was perfect. And that was all yours.

He was yours and you were his, but no one knew until the night before. No one had any idea of the love you had, of the connection between you two, of all the moments together, laughs, crying, joys, celebrations. No one had known until that time, it's not that you were ashamed of each other, you wanted some privacy. But you couldn't ignore the desire you had to go kiss him in front of everyone when he scored a goal, telling everyone that all your love songs were toward him. You wanted so much for them to know.

You didn't hold on anymore and kiss his lips, thinking it would be a good way to let him know you weren't angry about what happened, that you were happy that everybody knew you were with him and he was with you.

—I guess you're not mad.

—I'm not but forget about your secondary account.

note: i hope you liked it!! plz help me to decide here

#kylian mbappe #mbappe #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian x reader #mbappe x reader #mbappe one shot #mbappe imagine

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moonshynecybin · 2 months

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thinking about FCO Rosquez at their first PR-forced public dinner (like a week or two after the announcement, Wednesday or Thursday night) and how their conversation is supposed to go when Marc was dying to talk to Valentino all winter (still has a string of unanswered texts in his phone) but now he’s closed off and Valentino wants to make this work but can’t have them fight in public or be silent for an entire hour, do we think they find a middle ground or Vale just talk about random things on his own or they somehow ignore everything and are able to tell each other about their winter or subjects that have nothing to do with MotoGP or—

court mandated date night nooooo poor marc :(

this is so nuts to think about... like even outside the insane emotional reality of getting outed and the violence of public scrutiny and like. marc having (once again !) his ability to control his own narrative ripped away from him by his association with valentino— which is his LEAST favorite thing (i do think he blames himself for the photos though... like maybe if i wasnt such a whore we wouldnt be in this mess :((( which. marc buddy naur.) on TOP of that he is having a romantic candellit dinner with his ex situationship that he is still in love with. one million points lightning damage. so everyone is extremely strung out at this shitty little date night table (michelin restaurant lbr) and marc has justtttt gone dark on his whatsapp thread with valentino. maybe he is trying to maybe exert some control over his life here in small ways... put up SOME walls in clumsy self protective fashion...

but VALE is like okay. so if this thing between us is public he doesnt want it or want me. interesting. okay im cool im fine im good np who cares i hate him anyway (girl.) and he's also um. kind of reeling from the abrupt reversal of the status quo here tbh. marc has never played hard to get ever ever not once in his entire life. no self preservation on that man 5ever. he's literally always been there giving vale flattering attention and being in love with him !!! so vale is kind of off-balance here being met with some version of the marc marquez freezeout, not sure how to react but missing marc's attention. and he chooses to compensate as he does with most roadblocks in his life: full charm offensive. (he also, in some selfless and tender corner in the back of his mind that he is trying to ignore, just really and truly knows marc is FREAKED and misses seeing him laugh. he wants the evil jajajas.... he will do anything for the evil jajajas....) so he is trying. SO hard to get him to crack a smile. lowkey causing a scene in the restaurant by being such a clown... but marc isnt really biting. is still responding, like they ARE having a conversation, but its nothing like it used to be. clearly he is just being polite. smiles twice ALL night—all wan and pale and beautiful and so clearly exhausted—and vale's mouth gets all dry and his ribcage feels like its going to implode. and of course in response to this he is like wow. my heartburn is going crazy. damn. [chugging wine].

like looking to real life, as awkward as rosquez have been in their years of estrangement, they have always had to share space. for 6 years in that paddock ! that's a lot of years of small talk ! they can have and will do it if necessary... so as the night drags i think marc talks about riding and the season to fill in the gaps... goes home and gives himself a list of regimented rules to stick to when interacting with valentino (i see him texting exclusively the PR thread more as his classically unpracticed self protection style than like. a deliberate fuck you to that end. i cant drunk booty call vale if karen from PR is also there type stuff). that being said, eventually i do think he makes elaborate excuses to BEND these rules bc he still wants valentino's attention. and also his tongue in his mouth. hes like okay! i am only kissing valentino in front of tv cameras if we both podium! and then they DONT share a podium and hes like. okay! it would be WEIRD if i didnt kiss vale after i podiumed even if he didnt! because thats what i would do if we were actually together! [starts jogging across the paddock like a dick-seeking missile.]

#[SEND IN THE CLOWNS DOT EM PEE THREE]#i also think both of them fundamentally oppose awkward silences. they are YAPPERSSS #motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez #forced coming out au

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Dating Eddie Munson Headcanons

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN! / AFAB! Reader

Warnings: sfw and nsfw, minors DNI

A/N: my baby boy Eddie! here’s my headcanons on what it’s like to date him, aka. a bullet point list of what I wish my life was lmao! I hope you guys like it <3

p.s. this is quite long bc I got really into it, I’m just so unbelievably in love with this boy it’s kinda dumb tbh! like fr I could probably still add loads more onto this, perhaps if I have enough ideas I might just make a part two… (but no promises) regardless, I assure you there’s still plenty more Eddie content to come

next is Billy, and then last but not least in my series of headcanons will be Jonathan <3

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

SFW

so I’m just imagining that you and Eddie kind of grow up together and were childhood besties

and you kinda grew apart in high school when he suddenly started acting differently and pulling away from you

little did you know it’s bc he started to develop a huge ass crush on you and just didn't know how to deal with it, he also never in a million years thought you would ever consider dating him

eventually you confront him about why he’s been so distant with you and acting all weird with you bc you think you’ve done something wrong and it’s upsetting you to see your best friend slowly slip away

and it’s in the heat of this argument that he accidentally ends up admitting that he likes you, like a lot

finally getting together with Eddie is fucking amazing bc almost nothing changes from how your friendship was before, now you just get to kiss and more as well, you are quite literally dating your best friend

dating Eddie means going to his gigs often to support him

not to mention making out backstage

also him asking you to put eyeliner on him before he goes on stage

he’ll serenade you often with metal covers of your favourite songs

and he also always dedicates his live performances to you

I feel like Eddie is quite touchy-feely with his partner, like he’ll always be holding onto you in one way or another, slapping your ass in public, he doesn’t care, he just loves it and he loves you, he’s into pda and letting everyone see how whipped he is for you

he also loves when you're touching him in some way, like if you drape your legs over his on the couch or you just sit and play with his hands / rings absent-mindedly

he also loves it when you play with his hair and braid it, giving him lil head scratches, he’s honestly like a little kitten purring in your lap

he makes you your vey own Hellfire shirt, but that doesn’t stop you from stealing his one anyway bc it smells like him

wearing his clothes frequently, mostly his shirts and his jackets, but also sometimes you ’borrow’ some of his jewellery, like some of his chain necklaces and bracelets

one of your favourite dates together is frequently going to the arcade together

frequent movie nights / marathons, also going to the cinema to watch horror films and he is just as big of a wimp as you and you’re both clutching onto each other for dear life

also plenty of study dates bc you need to help that boy pass his final year lmao

but usually your study dates end with him, well, getting very touchy-feely with you...

letting him teach you all about dnd and loving how enthusiastic he gets about it and how his eyes light up and he just comes alive

like this boy might not be the most academically smart, but his creativity? the stories he can build for his campaigns? his imagination is just incredible

he also likes to mould a character in all his campaigns after you

him always making ’nerdy’ references and jokes about dnd or other fantasy films / books

like the memory this boy has is also something incredible, he can explain the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy to you in excruciating detail without even thinking about it

this means he also has a great memory about you, the things you like and dislike, so he’s always bringing or showing you things that are relevant to your interests / things he thinks you’d like

again, he’s not the most academically or book smart but he’s really practical and amazing with his hands, like he’s really good at fixing and building things, and he’s often fiddling, fixing, and adjusting things on his van and around the trailer

I also see Eddie as a comic nerd too so every Saturday the two of you would go to the local comic book shop and pick up the latest issues and then the two of you would chill in his trailer or in his van in the afternoon just reading the latest stories and discussing them with each other

he’ll give you his favourite ring on a chain for you to wear around your neck

Eddie loves to take pictures of you, he has a whole collection of pictures of you and of the two of you together, and he keeps his absolute favourite one of you in his wallet so he can look at it whenever he wants

he also frequently makes you mixtapes of songs that he thinks you’ll like or songs that remind him of you

small matching tattoo perhaps? like a tiny lil crumbling and broken coffin in honour of his band Corroded Coffin

speaking of tattoos, Eddie would take you with every time he went to get a new one, and he always asks for your opinion on the design of whatever it is before he gets it done

Eddie also sometimes gets a bit self-conscious and feels like he’s not good enough for you, like you’re just too smart or too good for him, so every now and again you have to reassure him that you literally couldn’t care less what anyone else, you just love him wholeheartedly and that’s all that matters

he is super good at reading you and can spot immediately if something is bothering you, and he’s really good at helping calm you down and easing your anxiety as well, he can literally find a way to make you laugh, or at least smile, no matter how shitty you feel

the two of you don’t argue often but when you Eddie’s not the greatest at dealing with it, he usually just tries to remove himself from the situation and distance himself

but it never takes too long for him to come back and for the two of you to makeup bc he can’t stand being apart from you for too long, let alone whilst you’re mad at him too

Eddie, imo, is overall by far the bestest boyfriend you could ask for, like he’s just so loving and so much fun and is so unbelievably head over heels for you he almost doesn’t know how to cope

pet-names: (for you) babe, baby, babygirl, babydoll, doll, princess, (if you do go by feminine labels), sweetheart, my love

pet-names: (for him) babe, baby, Ed / Eds, weirdo (affectionate), dungeon master, love / my love

NSFW

okay so I’ve seen loads of people headcanon Eddie as being a virgin but idk I have to respectfully disagree, imo there’s just something about him that screams to me that he gets a fair amount of pussy

but it’s all just meaningless hookups and one night stands with random people at his gigs every now and then

so he’s not exactly inexperienced but the first time with you all knowledge and experience goes out the window and the boy is flustered

he is stressed bc suddenly now feelings are involved, and it’s you, and he wants to do the absolute best for you

so yeah your first time with Eddie is a lil bumpy and awkward bc he’s overthinking it

it takes a bit of convincing for him to get out of his head and to just go for it but eventually he does and that’s when you discover he’s actually fucking incredible in bed

bc he’ll most definitely put in the work to learn what specifically you like and how to have you (s)creaming

and we all know this boy is a fucking master with his hands and his fingers

Eddie is the biggest switch to ever switch, like he’s just an all-rounder and we love him for that

he can go from fucking you so hard and fast you’re practically split in half, to then being so soft and tender whilst making love to you you swear your heart is gonna burst from the intimacy and passion

then of course also the switch from dom to sub, bc my guy Eddie can do it all

sometimes he has you completely under his control, with a patience that’s almost excruciating when he’s commanding and controlling when you’re allowed to cum

like this boy has hella patience from playing and planning long dnd campaigns, he’s most definitely got the patience to tease you and watch you squirm as he keeps you just on the precipice of pleasure without actually letting you climax, or alternatively keeping you tied up and making you cum so many times your body just can’t take it

that’s when he likes to incorporate those handcuffs into sex as well, keeping you completely under his control (come on now, we all saw them in his trailer lmao)

he occasionally lets you use the handcuffs on him and he’s almost embarrassed by how much he likes it himself

Eddie is also really into cockwarming, he loves to be deep inside you as you sit on his lap whilst he carries on writing a dnd campaign or something, sometimes just bouncing his leg or readjusting every now and again just to tease you even more

but when he’s in sub mode he’s almost the complete opposite, looking at you with those big brown eyes and practically begging you to let him cum

he gets absolutely weak in the knees when you blow him, like the noises he makes? straight out of a porno honestly

I definitely think one of Eddie’s favourite positions is to have you riding him, wearing nothing but his Hellfire shirt of course, he likes to just lean back and watch you fuck yourself on him

in that respect he also loves having you get off on his thigh as well

Eddie definitely has some voyeuristic tendencies; he fucking loves to watch you get yourself off

he also has a collection of filthy Polaroids stored under his bed of you and of you and him together, ya know, for those nights you can’t come over (see also my fic based on this here)

Eddie can also be goofy in bed sometimes, like he’s still quipping jokes whilst he’s balls or knuckle deep inside you

but the goofiness honestly just helps make you feel even more safe and secure with him

Eddie loves to experiment with new positions with you, and sometimes this is where the laughs and goofy giggles come from, when a new position just doesn’t work and the two of you just collapse laughing together

most of his favourite positions are the ones where he can have your whole body almost completely flush against his, so like missionary, fucking you from behind and leaning over your entire body, lying sideways and fucking you, holding you tight against him

but also let’s be real he loves a bit of doggy style on occasion too

i could also potentially see Eddie letting you peg him if it’s something you really wanted to try, and I feel like he’d actually end up liking it

he’s obsessed with your body, like he genuinely thinks you’re the most beautiful and sexy creature to ever grace this earth, no matter what you look like

he loves all of your body but his particular favourite parts are your ass, thighs, and your belly

like he just loves to kiss them and grab at them all the time, and he loves to grace those areas of your skin with plenty of hickies

Eddie is also very into choking you, he likes to the view of seeing his big hand wrapped around your throat, not to mention the look in your eyes when he does it, and of course he fucking loves seeing the red print that is left around your throat afterwards

having sex whilst you’re both high

so ngl I can also see Eddie being into dogging, like driving somewhere remote and parking and then fucking you in the back of his van

but yours and his favourite spot is at Lover’s Lake, parking there late at night, opening the backdoors of the van, being able to watch the stars and the water, listen to the sounds of the soft waves and the surrounding woods, whilst he slowly and tenderly fucks you in the van again - (see also my fic of this here)

aftercare king™️

he’ll wipe you down with a warm cloth, get you a shirt of his to wear, make you some food and / or get you a drink; he basically won’t sit back down until he’s content that you’ve been taken care of

Eddie is best to snuggle, he’ll just wrap his entire body around you, limbs completely entangled, and he just won’t let you go, even if you’re not exactly comfy lmao

he is quick to fall asleep after sex though so once he’s dozed off you usually carefully unwrap yourself from him and get comfy sleeping with just one of his arms comfortably draped over you

Author’s Note / Disclaimer: please remember that these are headcanons, i.e. this is how I personally view the character. you may disagree and that is completely fine, I just ask that you don’t leave any disrespectful or rude comments about it. thank you in advance.

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rainfall (part four)

parings: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x pilot!reader

desc: this was the mission someone wasn’t coming back from; you were sure of it. you just hoped to god it wasn’t the man you loved.

warnings: swearing, angst, alcohol, sad bradley bc that is a warning itself, two oblivious idiots it’s painful, self-loathing/mental health struggles

a/n: ellie going back to her roots and doing a filler chapter for chapter four😵‍💫 i only plan on this being like 6/7 parts btw, this won’t be a long as my other series (which u should 100% read if you’re into moonknight) but i’ll see how ur goes. disclaimer that i know nothing about the navy or planes. also reblogs to wayyyyy more than likes so…

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if you didn’t understand the rules of american football before, it was no exaggeration to say that you were completely lost now. what could you say? you were never into sports as a child.

all you managed to gather was this - bradley was on your team, pass to him. don’t let someone take the ball and if someone has the ball; take it from them.

both of those things, at once. god, this was brutal.

it was too hot, too muggy - even though you were only wearing shorts and a sports bra, you still felt like you needed to strip and dive into an ice cold pool. maverick was crazy for making you do this in this heat; did he want you all to get heatstroke?

“are we ready to play?” he yelled from the opposite team’s side, whistle hanging from his lips.

“ready… go!”

and the game began - the boys instantly crashing int each other, because apparently none of them were taught that it’s just a game and that no, it’s not actually that deep.

but you wouldn’t try to tell them that, not now, anyways.

“rainfall, here!” fanboy called, throwing the ball straight to you.

catching it, you froze. who did you throw it to again? oh, yeah, bradley.

“rooster,” you called, aiming at him and throwing.

pheonix laughed from beside you, her memory of your god awful football skills serving her well. really - there was a million other sports you could play, but american football really, truly, was not one.

payback came into your field of view, charging at you full force. it took you a whole second to decide that no, it was not worth trying to defend it, and you should just get out of the goddamn way.

you stood back for a moment - watching everyone around you smiling and completely immersed in the game, even maverick was playing; his duties surrounding the mission completely slipping his mind.

and it was in that exact moment that you felt completely, utterly, wholly useless.

it didn’t happen a lot - the feeling you had. sure, you’d struggled with depression in your teenage years, but it was something you’d gotten help for - you were better.

but in a job like this, where you were so used to having control over everything, the moments where you felt useless and unwanted hit harder than ever.

so you did what your therapist had told you to do all those years ago - walk away. you walked away from the group, none of them even noticing your absence.

well, that’s what you thought.

bradley watched you leave, not even taking a look back at your teammates, his face falling with every step you took. he knew about your mental health struggles, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty - had he cause this?

his actions, everything that happened last night; was this is fault?

he knew that it would take forever to explain things to you, even longer for you to forgive him. but fuck - in that moment, as you got further and further away from the group, bradley wished that he hadn’t done anything last night.

the ball was thrown to him, but he didn’t care. you were his priority; you’d always been his priority, always would be. nothing could ever change that.

“rooster!” payback called, hands up in confusion as bradley completely missed the ball.

picking it up from where it had fallen beside him, bradley gave it a half-assed toss, not even checking his aim; he didn’t care where it landed.

maverick had stopped to look at him now, already half knowing what had changed bradley’s mood so quickly. the younger boy was stood completely still, eyes fixed on where you had been only a few minutes before.

“bradley,” maverick called to him, making him turn. “just go to her.”

it was like he had been waiting for someone to tell him, just needing those four words to be set into action, letting him move.

and so bradley turned back around, setting off in your footsteps. a walk turned into a jog, his eyes scanning all over for you, the only sign being your footsteps left on the sand.

it was colder inside. the short walk from the beach to the hard deck had cooled you down, just a little. but you couldn’t help the burning feeling in your gut, travelling up through your throat and reaching your eyes.

you stared into your own eyes, watching them get redder and clouding over with tears, not even trying to stop them before they fell, only adding to the mascara streaks down your face.

god, why were you like this? why did you have to be so goddamn sensitive about everything? it wasn’t like bradley cared - he was perfectly happy with carrie, or whatever the hell her name was.

you let yourself fall against the bathroom wall, slowly losing sight of yourself in the mirror as you slid down.

it took everything you had in you not to claw at your own skin, peel the flesh off until you were nothing but a puddle of blood and bones on the floor. but then again - what would that solve?

after spending most of your teenage years going through phases like this, you knew the feeling would pass in a day or so. but in that moment, if felt like it would last forever. the guilt of fucking someone else and secretly wishing it was bradley; bradley, the man who would never love you how you loved him.

bradley, the man who - unknown to you - had just walked into the hard deck.

letting your head hit against the wall, you closed your eyes. this part was the worst - the longing, the knowing that if bradley was there he would be able to fix everything. if only he looked at you the way you looked at him.

if only he didn’t want other girls; didn’t look at their asses when they walked past and for once, just once stared at you like that.

the funny thing was - he did. he constantly stared at you. when you weren’t looking.

“did y/n come in here?” bradley asked, looking around the bar for you but only seeing one, sad looking, glass sitting on the bar.

“she’s in the bathroom,” penny smiled over a crate of beer. “i thought you’d come looking.”

luckily for you, you hadn’t heard them speaking, if you had - what would you have done anyway? would you have wipes your tears, stood up and ran out the door? or would you have stayed exactly where you were, that selfish part inside you glad that bradley had finally come to save you?

speaking of which; he approached the door, getting as close to is as possible without pressing his ear against it, listening for any sign of you behind the door. a sign, which came in the form of a small, hitched breath; something that came out as more of a gasp.

“y/n?” he almost whispered, knuckles tapping against the door.

you froze. no - it couldn’t be, could it? had he really come running after you? fuck. fuck - no, it couldn’t be.

“y/n, you in there?” bradley repeated, your suspicions being completely confirmed - it was him.

“i’ll-” you started, voice betraying you with a crack. “i’ll just be a second.”

but bradley knew you far better than that.

“let me in, sugar,” the pet name had you choking back a sob, biting into your hand to stop the noise coming out. “please.”

it took you a moment to decide whether you’d let him in or not. a full moment - but the selfish side of you won. the little voice in the back of your head that sounded a little bit like pheonix; mumbling how you’d always had a chance with bradley.

the lock clicked, and bradley slowly turned the handle, not quite knowing what to expect on the other side.

what he did see, though, almost spilt his heart down the middle.

you were stood a few steps away, eyes, red and puffy, fixed firmly on the floor, you head tilted down - in a half-assed attempt to hide the mascara trails that ran down your cheeks. the way you were standing, like an insecure little girl, arms folded over your chest, hugging yourself.

any anger you thought bradley was holding towards you completely faded away.

“oh, sugar,” he stepped forward, almost scooping you into his arms. “what? what is it, darlin’?”

you felt so completely enveloped in him, it was completely blissful. his scent; the smell of beach water mixed with a spray of his cologne, his feel, everything - he had you completely covered in him.

“i can’t-” words failed you. “not here- i can’t.”

“alright,” bradley hummed, you could feel the vibration of his voice in his chest. “alright, sweets, i’ll take you home.”

bradley’s house was exactly the same as the last time you were there. even down to the jackets hanging on the back of the front door, everything was the same. after all - it had only been, what? a six months, since you’d been here? in his house?

he led you to his couch, sitting you down so gently you half thought he expected you to shatter.

but he didn’t - not really. you’d been friends with bradley long enough for him to know exactly what to do in this situation, how to handle you at your most vulnerable.

“alright, sugar, do you wanna talk to me?” bradley asked, sitting down next to you, hand wrapping around your shoulders.

“i just-” you took a breath. you just what? how in the hell were you meant to be honest with him and keep your oldest secret? “it’s nothing, really.”

maybe saying nothing at all would do the trick.

“it’s clearly not nothing,” his tone was so soft; like his voice was laced with bubble wrap to make sure he didn’t come across the wrong way. “y/n, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t-”

“i slept with hangman.”

the words came out quicker than you could have stopped them, tumbling out of your mouth and leaving you no room to even try to catch them.

“i know.”

“what?” you looked at him. “how?”

“i saw you,” bradley swallowed like the words were bitter on his tongue. “when i was driving cassie home.”

cassie - you’d almost forgot her name. but it still stung to hear him say it; say it like she was someone to him.

“oh, right.” you couldn’t hide the bitter tone.

“why do you feel bad for that, sugar? did he- did hangman do something? did he take advantage of you? i swear to god - i’ll kill him if-”

“no,” you almost laughed, placing a hand on his chest. “no, bradley, he didn’t. i just- i feel bad because… it wasn’t him i wanted to sleep with.”

bradley furrowed his eyebrows. “what do you mean?”

now you were fucked. you’d said too much - how did you get out of this hole you’d dug for yourself? “it doesn’t matter, really, i just feel like i used him, you know?”

“who would you rather be having sex with?”

the question took you completely by surprise. you’d spoke about sex with bradley before, it wasn’t a topic you’d ever shied away from - but how in the hell did you dodge this question?

“i-” your mind went blank. “i didn’t mean it like that, i mean- i was kinda mad, you know? i don’t like fucking like that, like a stress reliever. i dunno, it makes me feel like i’m using them.”

“why were you mad?”

you couldn’t lie this time. “‘cause you treated me like shit all last night.”

bradley hung his head, nodding. “i’m sorry. y/n, i mean that. i’d had one too many to drink and i was in a bad mood, i- i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. i really am sorry.”

smiling, you relaxed slightly. communication was always important to you - and this was one friendship you refused to lose after one fight.

“bradley?” he looked back up at you. “why didn’t you tell me about cassie?”

“well,” he laughed lightly. “i didn’t think it was that important, you know? i doubt you’d really care, honestly.”

“what?” you looked at him, slightly shocked. “bradley, of course i care! i’m your best friend, i’m like- the person who would care about this stuff the most.”

he looked at you for a moment. “y/n- who do you think cassie is to me?“

“she’s-” you furrowed your eyebrows. “she’s your girlfriend, right? or something close?”

“oh my god,” bradley laughed. “oh my god.”

you stared at him, totally confused. it felt like some inside joke you weren’t in on.

“y/n,” he smirked. “she’s my cousin.”

it was hilarious. absolutely fucking laughable. god - it was divine comedy at its peak. your mouth fell into an ‘O’ shape, slowly nodding. bradley’s giggles sounded from beside you, clearly he was finding this funny.

you were completely relieved. totally, selfishly, one hundred percent relieved. so you laughed too. laughed at yourself; how you’d gotten so upset over something you had no idea about.

whether a second or five minutes passed, you weren’t sure. the sound of bradley’s laugh, so completely drowned in happiness, it was music to your ears. a drug you were so totally addicted to, you’d cut off your own leg if it meant you could hear his boyish giggles.

god, you were in love with him.

and bradley was thinking the exact same thing about you.

once you’d finally stopped laughing, quiet came over you, a familiar kind of comfortable quiet, embracing the two of you and enveloping the room with a hum that settled in both of your souls.

or maybe that was a slightly rom-com version of saying; it went quiet.

meeting bradley’s eyes in the quiet, you couldn’t help but stare into them.

his eyes, god his eyes. you loved everything about him but his god damn eyes. they were like whisky, filling up the glass of his iris until it was just about overflowing. they were like jack daniels at the end of a bad day, a little distillery in the scottish highlands turning out the best thing you’d every tasted.

and by god - you would drink whisky every day if it felt like his eyes.

the world around you seemed to stop spinning as you stared into his irises, the couch you were sitting on melting into you until it felt like you were pure mass.

it must have been a genetic impulse. to lean in, to let gravity pull you towards him. you moved your gaze from his eyes to his lips, suddenly imagining what it would feel like to have them on yours.

there couldn’t have been more than a few inches between your faces now, an electric heat in between the two of you as your breath combined, fanning onto each other’s faces.

“y/n,” bradley whispered, the words hitting your ears and snapping you from your chance.

the way he whispered your name woke you up. fuck - what on god’s earth were you thinking? you were his best friend. nothing else. don’t be stupid, y/n. he doesn’t want you.

you pulled back quicker than bradley realised, his eyes still on the spot your lips had been milliseconds before.

clearing your throat, you felt the air around you turn awkward for the first time in years.

“takeout and a movie?” you proposed, hoping to god it would put a bandaid on whatever wound you’d just opened between you two.

“of course,” bradley smiled like nothing even happened. did anything even happen just then, or did you imagine it? “i’ll order.”

nodding, you watched him stand up and walk to where his phone was. you took a hand to your lips, swearing that when you touched the flesh you felt electric shocks.

fuck - you hoped bradley would forget that ever happened. bradley on the other hand; hoped he’d never forget that happened.

“good morning aviators,” it wasn’t maverick’s voice this time. “we have some news for you.”

the admiral eyed all of you, making sure he had everyone’s attention before continuing; “your mission date has been moved forward by ten days.”

“oh, shit,” hangman mumbled from beside you.

“this means that you have under a week to complete your training-”

“but sir,” payback piped up. “none of us except rainfall have completed the route yet, and even she fainted.”

“which is exactly why you’re going to be working double as hard, starting today. i’ll now hand over to your teacher.”

and with that he was gone.

“alright,” maverick walked to where the admiral stood a few seconds prior. “same route, in teams of four planes this time. i’ll give you an order, and please-” he looked at you. “no passing out.”

a few people sniggered, leaving you rolling your eyes. you were at ten point three g’s - what the hell were you supposed to do? and you’d lost at least a cup of blood. like they would stay conscious in that situation.

“alright, team one; yale as your team leader, fritz as your wingman, omaha and harvard in dagger two, halo and coyote in dagger three.”

the six of them stood up, walking to the door and waiting to be dismissed. maverick waved them off, chatting amongst themselves as they walked down the corridor.

“do you think any of them can manage it?” hangman asked you, watching the door close behind them.

you hummed; “maybe. yale’s a good pilot.”

“better than you?” he raised an eyebrow.

scoffing, you turned to him. “better than you? than any of us? we’re all the best of the best, jake. don’t be bitter.”

“hey, come on,” he raised his hands in defence. “i was just asking. you know, giving you something to think about.”

“have you been listening to like, anything, maverick said?” you smirked. “we don’t think up there. stop trying to sabotage me.”

“oh, yeah,” you were glad he got the joke. “that’s definitely what i’m trying to do.”

laughing, you turned away from him, looking at bradley. he seemed a million miles away, staring out of the window into the big wide ocean. you wondered where his mind was, but judging from the way he stared at the water, you knew what he was thinking about already.

his dad’s anniversary was coming up.

as it turns out, yale must not have been a good enough pilot, because none of the group managed to complete the route on time. not a single plane would have made it back if this had been a real mission.

“alright, next group is all of you guys. i want rainfall as a team leader, pheonix and bob as your wingman. fanboy and payback in dagger three, rooster and hangman in dagger four.”

without having to turn around, you could picture both bradley and jake’s faces. god, it was a sight to behold. they really were like two spoiled little kids.

did it surprise you to be made team leader? no. you’d been the only person who’d completed the course, and if you hadn’t passed out everything would have went completely ideally.

praying you wouldn’t pass out again this time, you followed the rest of your team out to the planes.

you could still hear hangman and bradley behind you, muttering insults at each other like little children who never learned the meaning of teamwork. it made you smile, knowing that no matter what happened, those task would always hate each other.

yes, it was a strange thing to be smiling about, but it was the sense of stability, a hatred that had been there since they met each other all those years ago and would most likely still be there until the day they died.

not that they really hated each other. you knew that, it was all an act deep down. bradley respected hangman, hangman respected bradley. they just didn’t like to show it.

it went in a blur - from being given your safety briefing to taking off, it felt like you had blinked and you were a thousand feet in the air.

“rainfall, proceed to the coordinates on your dash. everyone else, follow her.” maverick said over the radio; he was supervising the flight.

“got it,” you mumbled back, turning to follow the directions in front of you.

it was the same place you’d gone the last time for this training, you noticed. the same big, open desert, surrounded by forest, spanning what seemed to be hundreds of miles.

“alright, everyone in place?”

checking your controls once more, you nodded to yourself; “i’m good, mav.”

“we’re good.” fanboy replied.

“all good here.” pheonix said.

“yeah, us too.” hangman agreed.

“good. your time starts… now!”

you sped up instantly, pushed back in your chair from the force. pheonix was behind you, a shocked noise coming from her when she realised just how fast you were going.

g-force pushed against you, everything twist and turn you took pressing down on your lungs, like an elephant was standing on top of you.

“thirty seconds in, im about a quarter of the way there.” you stated.

“christ, rainfall, you’re fast.” pheonix answered. “i can’t even see you.”

laughing lightly, you turned to look behind you, pheonix and bob not even appearing in the distance.

“then get faster.” you said.

“speaking of faster,” fanboy groaned. “slow down, hangman, you’re up my ass.”

“you should’ve put pheonix behind you, fan, maybe then you two would be going at the right pace.” hangman answered, cocky tone dripping through the radio.

“that’s a minute, i’m half way there. pheonix, you gotta hurry up. i need that laser on time.”

as you said it, the pair of them appeared behind you, gaining speed with every turn they took.

“happy?” pheonix asked.

“very. like christmas.” you laughed.

the rest of the route was like a second nature to you, each curve coming to you almost naturally. it was here that your nose had started bleeding before, leading to you passing out.

you prayed the pressure wasn’t too much this time; you could not afford another accident. you’d never be put on the mission if you passed out again.

“alright, pheonix, you ready?” you asked, taking a quick look behind you to see where she was.

“always, rainfall.”

pulling up, you felt the g-force push you back, just slightly. this was nothing compared to what was coming.

“alright bob, get that laser ready.” you said, eyes fixed on the target.

“shit- there’s something wrong with this laser, it won’t catch.” he replied, hint of urgency in his voice.

“are you fucking kidding me!?” you yelled back, target getting even closer. there wasn’t enough time.

“i’m sorry, i’m trying everything to-”

“forget it, i’ll drop blind!”

trying to aim without a laser was hard - harder when time was running out. fuck, this shot would have to do.

“bombs away!” you yelled, already hundreds of feet away.

“bullseye!” bob called over the radio, making you let out a relived sigh.

and then you had to pull up. pull up - against the force that pushed you back, so much that you thought you’d go falling through the entire plane and put onto the ground.

you were pulling seven g’s now. seven point five. eight. fuck, your vision was blurring at the edges. your breathing was slow, rigid, like the oxygen wasn’t really getting to you at all.

everything felt light. like you were floating. you could feel your hands, tingly and shaky and slipping off of your controls. you couldn’t form any thoughts, just the overwhelming feeling of calm.

the world was quiet, dull. the ringing in your ears was the only sound audible to you, and even then it didn’t bother you. the bliss of unconsciousness was just about to overtake you and-

“get that fucking laser ready, rooster!” fanboy yelled.

and you were awake again, hands gripping your controls and pushing you forward, levelling yourself after pulling up.

“you alright, rainfall?” maverick asked over the radio, scratchiness scraping against your ears.

“all good,” you mumbled, voice slightly weak. “still awake.”

“i’ve got a lock, i’ve got a lock!” rooster cried, clearly having fun trying to work a laser.

“alright, bombs away!” payback yelled.

both you and pheonix were level now, watching the two of them pull up from a few hundred feet away. you could hear their groans over the radio, bradley taking a few gasps follow by a strained ‘fuck’.

that should not have been as attractive to you as it was.

they were almost there now, twenty seconds more or less and they’d be fine. they just had to stay awake.

which is far easier said than done, clearly, because fanboy seemed to go quiet over the radio, payback getting louder in his calls to his wingman.

“fanboy, you alright?” maverick asked.

and then you saw it - the plane losing balance, turning nose to the ground and falling. fanboy passed out.

“fuck, he’s in g-lock!” payback yelled, voice laced with fear. “fuck, wake up, man!”

“shit,” maverick mumbled, his own plane coming into your view. “let’s hope this works again.”

maverick lined himself up with the other plane, clearly trying to get a dial tone to wake fanboy up. it worked for you, right?

“come on, give me tone, give me tone.” he mumbled.

you felt completely powerless, all you could do was watch. two pilots could die right now, and all you’d be able to do was stare as they went down.

“oh, fuck- oh shit!” fanboy finally yelled, pulling up straight away.

“christ,” you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, leaning back in your seat.

fanboy came level with the rest of you, clearly shaken up. payback was still yelling at him, something about almost getting both of them killed.

“shit, birds!” maverick interrupted them both, making you turn around in your seat.

about twenty birds were coming straight for you, making you break right straight away. but pheonix didn’t think so fast; you saw a bird fly straight into one of her engines, instantly causing a fire.

“right engine is out!” bob yelled.

“disconnecting power and restarting,” pheonix blurted. “fuck, it didn’t go out.”

you could see them, much like fanboy and payback just minutes before, on a downward spiral - fast. pheonix was an amazing pilot, you had no doubts about that; but there was no way she can pull this back.

and you heard just as much, over the radio; her desperate attempts to keep in the air, downed out by mavericks begs for her to just eject.

she must have tried absolutely everything else, because after a particularly desperate plea from maverick, you saw both pheonix and bob eject.

you watched, mouth half open and breaths shaky. the thought you’d pushed to the back of your mind reading it’s head once more;

this was the mission someone wasn’t coming back from.

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