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valeskawhore · 5 months

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IMAGINE:

APOCALYPSE AU?? PROXIES X READER (IDEA!)

A/N: This is an idea that I’ve been seeing all around tumblr from my mutuals and honestly, why the hell not? I love the idea of apocalyptic survival. Let me know if this should be a series !!

An eerie creak sounds out behind me as I opened the window, and Dust flooded the dimly lit room as I made my way inside. Exploring abandoned houses wasn't always a typical interest of mine, but staying warm and having a dry place to sleep at night was.

Rain clashed gently down on the roof from outside, crickets could be heard and soon the silence rested back into place when I pulled the cracked window shut from the other side.

This place definitely was not the best, but at least it was dry.

First thing I did was open my backpack, setting up candles and hanging an old sheet that I found laying in the corner, over the window to block out the light.

Repeatedly, I told myself that this was just temporary.

I didn't have enough food to last more than a few nights anyways. Walkers roamed more and more with every passing day, tho winter was coming and it was coming fast.

Hopefully, that would do something to slow the walkers, even if it was just by a few steps, I prayed.

With a sigh, I slowly sat down on the make-shift mattress that I made for myself, hearing my ankles pop in the process because man, I really needed to stretch more often, I'm not getting any younger.

I took off my baseball cap and pulled down my mask to breathe just a little bit clearer, running my fingers through my hair, I noticed how greasy it was. The thought made me disgusted since.. Well, I couldn't even imagine how I smelled and i didnt want to either.

Popping open a bottle of water, I drank my thirst away. Listening to the rain pour, the thunder crack and the sounds of the undead trudging along outside.

As I clenched my eyes shut for a second..

I blocked out the screams, the cries and pleads for help.. The cocking of guns and the growls of the unthinkable tearing and ripping the flesh of the people being eaten alive. My fingernails began to itch, my knuckles on fire, tears welding in my eyes.

“Y/N!!” She screamed, “HELP ME!!” she cried..

I sat my bottled water down, and lit up a cigarette.

“It’ll be ok..” I told myself, “Survive one more day, just one more,” everynight.

“I’ll find you baby.. one day..”

I closed my eyes.. Relaxed my body, breathed out deeply.

“Goodnight y/n” I told myself.

The front door clashed open.

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“GET INSIDE! GET THE FUCK INSIDE!” A voice screamed. The sounds of the undead gurgled up the last of their life and slammed their heads against the door, screaming. I heard multiple people slamming themselves against the front door, refraining it from opening. “ROGERS, FIND SOMETHING, NOW. WE NEED TO BARD THE DOOR!”

“I-I-M OHN–ON IT!!” Someone stuttered.

I jumped up from my mattress, reaching for my gun and loading in the magazine. I threw the sleeping bag off of me, and unlocked the door. I heard the others rummaging down stairs for something to board the door. I peaked my head out,

Something suddenly rammed against my head, the door was torn open, slamming into my head. I fell back on my ass, and reached around lazily for my gun.

I heard a gasp fall above me, my vision was spinning, but I found my gun and raised it above me at the silhouette. There were two of them, then three, then two, until both shadow figures meshed into one guy. His face was something more,

Two dark brown eyes, greasy chestnut hair, he nose was already bleeding and there was a bandage covering up the right side of his lips stretching to his cheek bones.

He was definitely a young man, 23-24 maybe. Wearing yellow rusted-rimmed goggles, a blue hoodie with a tanned, older jacket overtop, there was a black and gray-ish mask wrapped around his neck and pulled up over his face. The (now) snickering man wore stained blue jeans and some bloodied converse.

His laugh rang out through my skull, pounding against my ear lobes. His eyes became impossibly wide now, canines glimmering in the moonlight as thunder cracked in the background.

With one final sadistic smile,

He picked up his double hand axes and raised them high, His laughter almost screams now, The screams of a hyena, a skinwalker luring its prey.

The young man brought the axes down quickly,

I rolled over with a small scream, doing my best to avoid the hard steel.

I fumbled around on the ground, reaching for my gun.

When I had it in my hand, the man jumped on me and slammed my back into the hardwood floor. The house was so old that dust jumped into the air, and swam around. I clenched my eyes shut and coughed until I could breathe again. I felt his boney hands wrap around my throat, his skin uncomfortably cold and white. I kicked my feet behind him and threw my head back,

The man let up his grip but didn't scream out in pain, his laughter only grew.

I grabbed the boy's hair and threw him off of me, his body collided against the wall,

Because,

His body actually went through it, clashing into the room next to us.

Dust flooded the room once more, and as the psychopath took longer than expected to rise back to his feet, I grabbed my sleeping bag and ran downstairs, contents loosley in hand.

I struggled to throw my jacket on as i ran down the steps,

A shorter figure stepped in front of me, and stuck his leg out, successfully tripping me in the process. I felt my world being flipped upside down as my rib cage cracked against the staircase. I coughed up blood, my heartbeat in my ears as I laid there motionless.

With my vision dark, i could only here throat-ripping screeching from the outside world,

Three figures stepped in my view of the door, I pulled my arms in front of me and did my best to drag my body away. I moaned out in a breath-less cry as I felt the rusted nails sticking out of the wood flooring scraped against my cracked ribs.

Something stopped me, whoever or.. Whatever it was, grabbed my achilles heel and dragged me back in the living room with one strong pull.

They flipped me on my back, blood dripped down the corner of my mouth as I did my best to control my breath. Hesitantly, I reached my hand up and folded my fist into a weak, shaky middle finger, my ‘fuck you’ to the world.

I heard one of them snicker before the tallest one leaned down carefully, dark red painted eyes peered into mine before he pulled off my mask. I had a surge of anger come over me, as I reached to kick him in the balls but he caught my leg, almost expecting it even. His grip tightened menacingly on my thigh, before he gave my cracked rib cage an almost impossibly fast sucker punch.

I coughed out blood on instinct, my body spasming. I held my chest and my body folded forwards, my knees to my chest. “F-fuck you..” I coughed, tears streaming down my face.

His hand, still on my thigh, tightened once more. Leaning close to my face, the stranger whispered..

“What.. do we have here?”

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 6 months

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Dude that last ask was so dark

Alternat reality

Skelly comes home to the sounds of a fight and see s/o fighting teeth and nail to protect the baby, they are clearly stabbed but very alive and angry

Ah ah, I knew that ask was coming. First part of the ask is here!

Undertale Sans - He grabs the assaulter's soul and throws him against the wall. He runs to S/O, takes their hand in one hand, the baby in the other, and poof, they're gone. Sans drops the baby in Papyrus' hands, completely confused and panicked, then teleports again to the hospital so his S/O can be healed. His soul is beating so fast he thinks he might pass out. He hopes Undyne will stop whoever did that.

Undertale Papyrus - He jumps on the assaulter's arm by surprise, forcing them to let go of their knife. He then makes their soul blue and really heavy so they can't move from the ground. He calls Undyne while he's healing his S/O and checking on the baby. His hands are shaking but he keeps a clear head. He can't panic right now.

Underswap Sans - He takes his police officer gun and neutralizes the guy with no hesitation. He runs to his S/O and leads them and the child to another room so he can check for injuries. Blue warns his colleagues that there is a corpse in his house. He doesn't care if he gets in trouble for this, he saved his S/O and it's all that matters right now.

Underswap Papyrus - His eyes widened in shock when he sees his S/O covered with blood and desperately fighting for their life. He reacts instinctively and blasts the guy, sending him flying through the window and crashing four floors down. Honey is shaking in fear and guilt, but he runs to his S/O. He picks them up and teleports to the hospital. He calls Blue waiting to be authorized to see them, his child cuddled in his arms. He is so tired, and scared. He doesn't want to go to this home anymore.

Underfell Sans - A raging Red suddenly jumps on the back of the assaulter and bites at full force their neck, forcing them to turn around. Red stabs them several times in the back, and won't stop once they're on the ground until he's sure they're dead. He's out of breath, his mouth covered with blood, but his S/O is alright. He brings them to the hospital, still shaking from the intense effort. He's sorry S/O and the child had to see this, but if he had to do it again, he would.

Underfell Papyrus - In one big movement, he impales the man from head to toe with a giant bone, seconds before they cut his S/O's throat. The assaulter dies immediately. Edge runs to his S/O and hugs them close, scared. He slowly leads them out of here with their child to take them to the hospital. Edge is quite impressed about how good you hold against the assaulter. He hopes he can teach you a few more self-defense techniques in case it happens again, which he hopes not because that was really scary.

Horrortale Sans - The assaulter freezes when he hears a low growl behind him. Sans' pupil is very small, and he is holding a huge axe in his arms. He hates to use it, but he won't hesitate one second if the man keeps threatening his family. The man doesn't understand the message and tries to go for the kill, only to be mow down by the axe Oak threw his way. Oak lets them scream in agony and takes his S/O out of here. He doesn't care about the assaulter, he just wants his S/O to be ok. He brings them to Toriel for healing, a bit panicked because of all the blood.

Horrortale Papyrus - He uses his walking stick like a baseball bat and hits the man in the neck so hard it breaks and kills it on the spot. Willow is in shock, both because his S/O is covered in blood, but also because he just killed someone when he promised he would never do it again. He's having a panic attack. S/O tries to call Toriel and Oak, while trying to stop the blood flow.

Swapfell Sans - He silently sneaks on the assaulter, and suddenly knocks them over with a bone, by the legs. He then puts a very sharp bone right under their throat, and turns towards his S/O to make sure they are not about to die on him. He asks them to leave the room with the child and waits in their bedroom. S/O obeys. As soon as they close the door, the assaulter starts to beg, and then screams in agony. Nox comes back in the room covered with blood, casually goes to the bathroom to wash his hands then comes to take care of his S/O injuries.

Swapfell Papyrus - He panics and grabs a huge book, then he slams it with all he has on the assaulter's head, knocking them out for good. He then drags his S/O and his child out of the house as they drive fast to Nox's place. Nox is not happy knowing someone almost kill his niece/nephew. He's going back to Rus' place to see if the man is still here. He's better not be here anymore.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He walks through the room, not giving a shit about the man, picks up his S/O and leaves the room. The assaulter tries to scream, but a giant blaster suddenly burns him alive, at ten inches from his face. Wine doesn't even turn around. He has no respect for little criminals.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He anxiously tries to intervene by throwing himself in front of S/O getting stabbed as well. Coffee still tries to fight the man by hand, and with S/O's help, they both manage to lock him up in the cave. Coffee is shaking from stress and pain, just like his S/O, but the child is fine. Coffee calls Wine to take care of this, while he starts to heal his S/O and himself.

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sashaforthewin · 10 months

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Going through my huge ficlets doc to see if there's anything near done, so here's a little one of poor Will trying to kiss Eddie and it ending up getting Steve and Eddie together.

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"It's just hard being… being gay. It's so… lonely. Like, I'm in a room filled with people I love but I'm alone," Will said, voice overflowing with emotion.

Eddie knew. He knew the feeling all too well.

He leaned over and pulled Will into a hug and held him while the boy cried. Eventually the boy quieted, but he still held on, so Eddie didn't let go either. He figured Will knew better than him how long he needed to be hugged.

It was a clear night and the stars were out. They were hanging out on top of Eddie's van at the edge of a field that was typically used for casual games of baseball in the spring, but tonight it was their own private sanctuary to talk about the cruelties of life.

After a long while, Will lifted his head but kept his arms around Eddie, who smiled at him reassuringly.

But then Will did the unexpected. He leaned in and kissed Eddie, who pulled away immediately and damn near fell off the side of the van. He didn't fall, but he scrambled down to the grass as fast as if he had. Will climbed down after him.

"No! No, no, no, not happening, kid."

"Why not? We're both gay and you're really nice."

"You're like thirteen!"

"I'm fifteen!"

"And I'm twenty-one, so big ol' nope!"

"I won't be fifteen forever, and I'm mature for my age."

Eddie sighed, but stopped pacing and squared his shoulders, leveling Will with a serious look.

"The fact that you said that proves you aren't mature for your age. I'm really sorry, I know it's hard when you have basically no prospects for love, but trust me, it does get better. Just, if someone says no, don't try to talk them into changing their mind, that's a bad look."

"Oh. Oh shit!"

"Don't worry about it. Water under the bridge. But just try to find someone your own age, at least until you're old enough it isn't as big a deal. Now I feel all creepy."

"Eddie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"No, you shouldn't have. I forgive you if you never try that again. And sorry for the reality check but it needed to be said."

"Yeah, no, I won't do that again. I don't think I'd survive another rejection like that. I'm fine, though! Just, uh, embarrassed," Will assured.

Luckily, both were able to shake off the awkwardness and Will was feeling better by the time Eddie dropped him off.

Needing to tell someone about what just happened, Eddie headed over to Steve's house. He checked the time and then checked to see if Steve's parents' car was in the garage. Once he was sure he would only be waking Steve, Eddie knocked and rang the bell a few times to be annoying. Then when it was taking too long, he threw some pebbles at Steve's window. Unfortunately there was a screen on it so the pebbles bounced off with a gentle ping noise.

As Eddie was looking for a slightly larger rock to throw, the front door finally opened and a very sleep-ruffled Steve Harrington blinked out at him from a blanket he was wrapped in.

Eddie dropped the rocks he had picked up and pushed into Steve's house, shutting the door behind him and herding the blanket-wrapped Steve back up to bed. Once in his room, Eddie unceremoniously knocked Steve over onto the bed and then struggled for a bit to get his boots off before climbing in and invading the blanket burrito to snuggle his sleepy friend.

Steve was nearly asleep again, but the intrusion into his cocoon had at least partially woken him again.

"Hi."

"Hi. You're never going to believe who tried to kiss me tonight."

It took a moment for the words to sink into Steve's sleep-slowed brain, but suddenly he was wide awake and staring at Eddie.

"Someone kissed you?"

Eddie paused. He had been about to recount the story, secure in the knowledge that Steve would find it as hilarious and also heart-breaking as Eddie did now that the teen understood his misstep. But Steve's question was dripping with unexpected outrage and Eddie needed to poke the bear and see what happened.

He gave Steve his most puppy-dog eyes as he nodded.

Steve stared into Eddie's eyes, lost in thought.

"I don't like the idea of someone kissing you," Steve admitted, as if he just couldn't stop himself.

Eddie glanced at Steve's lips, making sure Steve noticed. "I have to kiss someone eventually."

"I don't like the idea of someone else kissing you," he amended as he slowly leaned in.

As soon as Steve started to make the move, Eddie just hurried things along by crashing his lips to Steve's for the first time and rolling him over to further insinuate himself into Steve's personal space.

The next morning, when they had well and truly talked, it was decided that they were officially dating, that Eddie was a manipulative butt for implying some sorted affair when it had just been a misplaced crush, (even if it was the catylist for Steve finally making a move,) and that they would never torture Will by bringing up the kid's embarrassing moment.

"God, you're lucky it was Will, he's so sweet he probably won't even be mean to you. Wish I could say the same for that little idiot, Mike."

"Wait!" Eddie exclaimed, "Mike Wheeler… Did Mike kiss you?"

"He tried to, I saw it coming and put my hand over his face. He still hasn't really forgiven me even though I explained why it couldn't happen. Obviously don't tell him I told you this."

"Wow. Holy shit, I cannot believe that's why he pretends to hate you! Ha!"

Steve leaned in and kissed Eddie, since he was now able to kiss him whenever he wanted. It was nice to have someone his own age, and helped that he was cute and charming and fun and clever.

"You know we have to try to set them up, right?"

"What do you think I've been doing?" Steve demanded, arms thrown wide. "Those little idiots are so oblivious we could probably lock them in a closet together for a day and they'd still come out frustrated and miserable!"

"Hmm, okay, I'm just gonna be blunt and tell them they like each other when we get them together here later. Also, call them and get them to come over later, just the two of them. I'm putting an end to this dumbassery."

Steve opened his mouth to protest but then thought, eh, fuck it. If it was Eddie saying it, they'd probably even listen. Either way, it would be fun to watch!

#Steddie #steddie fic

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starsofmilos · 2 years

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Training (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: hi! can i please request something smutty with adrian and the reader sparring or adrian teaching the reader to fight, and their fake fighting turns flirty and nsfw? with playful teasing dom adrian pls <3.

AHHHH so this is lowkey a big like dream of mine! So I got excited writing this.

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), rough sex, dom Adrian, spanking, overwhelming amount of fluff, cursing

It all started because of a break in.

A break in that should not have happened and quite honestly confused you.

Someone was dumb enough to think they could break in to your and Adrian’s home and steal from you guys.

Adrian at the time was out on patrol and you were cuddled up in bed watching your nightly reruns of SVU when you heard the sound of glass shattering in the kitchen.

Like a dumb ass, you ran out there ready to swing your baseball bat. Just the sight of you had the person who decided to break in spooked enough to runaway.

Once you cleaned the glass, you called Adrian not even getting a full chance to explain to him what happened.

All he heard was, ‘Some one broke into the house,’ and he was on his way. Adrian didn’t hesitate to help you close up the window before heading out to hunt down the man who decided to break in.

He made sure you were fine though and you were. You were fine. Not even shaken up by it.

It surprised him to say the least and he didn’t wanna admit just how badly shaken up he was. It terrified him.

So that led to now. Adrian wanted to make sure if this ever happened again, you’d be able to defend yourself and be safe.

This was more for his peace of mind then yours.

“Honey I’m fine though nothing happened-”

“I know! I know! Just please for me?” You sighed.

He wanted to teach you self defense. Fighting wasn’t for you though.

“Fine! I know I’ll probably never need it though. You’re always gonna be there to protect me.” Adrian grinned at your words pulling you into a hug.

“I will, but I wanna make sure if there is ever a day I’m late then you’ll be okay.” You nodded giving him a peck.

“Fine. I’ll let you train me.”

So everyday when Adrain got home from work consisted of him getting changed along with you before heading to the garage to spar on the mats.

You groaned out in pain as Adrian threw you down on the mat. He offered his hand helping you up smiling sheepishly.

“Sorry forgot to hold back.”

“Yeah I figured.” You rubbed your back wincing a bit. Adrian felt bad leaning in to give you a small kiss and to help you up before gasping as you grabbed his arm tossing him on the ground rolling over to lay on top of him.

“You let your guard down!! Yes!!” You cheered as Adrian stared up at you in shock. You pinned his arms once he tried to move out from under you.

“Hun let me up.” You hummed leaning down to kiss him.

“Nope. This is for every other time you’ve pinned me down.” Adrian raised an eyebrow.

“You know if I really wanted too I could get out.”

“I’d like to see you try sweetheart.” You mocked him as he scoffed. Adrian raised his leg trying to break from your hold before gasping out feeling you settle your full weight on him.

“Nope. I’m not moving.” Adrian laughed a bit nodding with a small knowing smirk.

He broke his hand free from your grip settling them on your hips to roll you both over. You yelped as he leaned over you menacingly.

“You really thought you could hold me down? Me? Sweetheart I kill people nightly. Your hold is nothing to me.”

You glared up at him not wanting to seem weak. You were gonna have to play dirty. “Adrian I know I hold the most power here.”

“You do?” He asked a bit skeptic. You nodded with a wide grin.

“I know I do even though I am under you. You’re the one who said make the most out of any situation I find myself in.”

His grip on your wrist tightened which is what you wanted. Your legs were free. You wrapped them around his waist lifting your hips up to grind on his crotch.

Adrian groaned loosening his grip on your wrist. You slipped your hands out wrapping them around his neck ignoring the heat building between your thighs as he began to grind down meeting your thrust.

He leaned down to kiss you yelping out as you slipped out from under him. Adrian looked down in shock before glaring up at you.

“You know if it was someone you were going against you can’t seduce them like that!” You stood up laughing a bit adjusting your shirt that had ridden down.

“Yeah good thing it’s you huh? Besides if it helps keep me safe would you be so angry about it?”

“Yes!”

“And why is that?” You were egging him on.

“Because!”

“Because?” Adrian glared at you before sitting up to stalk towards you angrily.

“Because you are mine.” You smiled as he bent down kissing you deeply. You gasped into his mouth as he leaned his hand down groping your ass.

“Mine okay?”

“Yours..and you know I would never do that with anyone but you dummy..I just love to hear you and see you get mad.”

Adrian rolled his eyes letting you go. “Come on we gotta continue.”

“I know I just have so much fun teasing you.”

You smiled before readying yourself as Adrian stretched. “Ready set-”

“Go!” You tried to attack Adrian only for him to easily avoid it twisting your arm behind your back holding your waist to press your back to his chest.

You snorted feeling Adrian dig his fingertips in his side. Adrian froze realizing something you never wanted him to know.

“Y/N?..”

“Yes?..”

“Are you ticklish?...”

“Nooo...”

“Are you sure about that?” Adrian grinned as you frantically nodded your head. He hummed releasing you for a second only to use both hands to immediately latch on to your waist drumming his fingertips up and down.

You yelled out bursting into laughter as he grinned. “Adrian! Adrian! S-stop!”

“Never!”

“P-Please!” Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes as he ruthlessly attacked your sides.

“Will I get something in return? For all the teasing you’ve been doing?”

“Y-Yes! W-Whatever you w-want!” He stopped letting you catch your breath smiling.

You giggled feeling him nuzzle into your neck blowing air on the back of your head. Adrian grabbed your waist laughing as you tensed up prepping yourself in case he attacked again.

“I want a kiss.”

“T-that’s it?”

“Yes. Kiss me and I’ll stop tickling you.” You gasped slapping his hands when he tried to run them up again.

“Okay! I’ll kiss you!” Adrian grinned turning you around to kiss you deeply. He groped your ass again groaning into your mouth.

“I thought we had to train?”

“We do..I just wanted to kiss you.” You smiled letting him go before using the advantage to take him down pinning him to the floor.

“You gotta stop letting your guard down.” Adrian grunted at your words glaring up at you.

“So not fair..”

“We went over this. Anything goes in a fight so this is fair.” Adrian sighed as you leaned down hovering your lips above his.

“You know I’d kiss you, but I’m not allowed to kiss the enemy.” He tried to raise his head to follow your lips gritting his teeth slightly when you moved away.

“We’ve been training for two hours I’m sorry I’ve started making this fun.” Adrian rolled his eyes at your words.

“I’m fine with this..I’d be more fine if you kissed me. Plus I am actually happy cause you have improved.”

“I have?”

“Yes you can pin me down now compared to those things you called punches back then, but..”

“But?” You raised your eyebrow yelping as Adrian flipped you both over.

“Still not better than me..”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be...” You both stared down each other. You grew flustered feeling his breath fan across your face.

“If you keep going like you are babe you’ll get there eventually..”

“I mean I can just continue seducing the enemy-” Adrian’s glare stopped you.

“I told you..You’re mine.”

“Am I though?” Adrian kissed you gripping your chin softly.

“Yes you are..I think we’ve done enough for the day.”

“Really?” He nodded moving his kisses to your neck. You groaned as he sucked a small mark.

“Adrian! I’m sweaty let me shower first before we do anything.”

“No point in that. I’m just gonna get you sweaty all over again. Besides I like you like this. Under me panting drenched..” He whispered into your ear smiling feeling you shiver.

“You’re way more sweatier than me though..”

“I know let me help work up the same amount of sweat.” He ground his hips down into you kissing your cheek softly.

You whined feeling his hard cock press against your drenched core. Adrian kissed you again silencing your next protest.

He moved his lips to the top of your breast rolling your tank top down your shoulders to expose more skin. “Adrian..”

He hummed pulling himself away from the mark he was making on the top of your breast. “Yes honey?”

His voice had a teasing lilt to it waiting for you to voice what you wanted of him. You thrusted your hips up moaning softly as he immediately reciprocated meeting your thrust with his own.

“How long have you been hard?..Oh fuck!” He rubbed against your clit.

“Since the first time you pinned me down..You’re fucking hot and I really wanna make you feel good? Will you let me?”

“Sweat won’t bother you?..I don’t smell the best-”

“You smell amazing. You always smell amazing to me and fuck I’d eat your sweet little pussy out any day. I just wanna fuck you stupid against this mat.”

“Please..I want that too..” Adrian smirked grasping the front of your top before tearing it in half.

“Adrian!”

“You could always train not wearing anything. It’s fine.” You groaned before gasping feeling him yank your sports bra down to your waist.

“I can take it off-”

“No time. I want you now.” He enveloped your nipple in his mouth sucking softly using his hand to pinch your other one.

You moaned arching your back. Adrian pulled off with a small pop moving to your other nipple giving it the same treatment. You ran your hands through his hair in a comforting way.

“I love you..” He whispered against your stomach as he began to make his way down.

“Love you too..” His hands grabbed the edge of your workout shorts teasingly dipping his fingers in before he gripped them tightly yanking them down to your knees.

Your underwear followed. You tried to pull them all the way off only to be stopped by Adrian grabbed your ankles pulling your legs up.

“Adrian? What are you- Oh!” You took a shaky breath feeling his tongue trace along your clit.

“Keep your legs up.” You nodded before moaning softly as he softly kissed your clit.

His treatment between your legs was leaving you breathless.

You could barely feel the burning of your legs stretching with the way he was pushing his tongue into your hole.

They began to quiver and shake once you felt Adrian wrap his lips around your clit.

“Adrian..Can I please put my legs down?..” He shook his head pulling away with a soft pop.

“Gotta make sure you keep up that training some how.” He smiled as you pouted.

“How is this helping me!?”

Adrian hummed before sitting up to push your legs more up. You grunted a bit whimpering from the pain and also from the cold air hitting your leaking cunt.

“Helps you with flexibility! You do need to make sure your flexible for fighting.”

He winked at you moving back down to be eye level with your wet cunt. “Also leave you open for me to do whatever I want..”

“I heard that!”

“Good I wanted you too.” You were about to complain,but stopped once you felt Adrian wrap his lips around your clit again.

“Fuck!” Adrian smirked softly pushing his tongue into your pussy.

“Taste so good..Can’t wait to fill you up. I love my pretty girl’s pussy..so fucking much..”

You whined legs shaking letting Adrian take what he wanted from you. He pulled back spitting on your hole glancing up to see your legs shaking.

Adrian smiled softly deciding to make it ten times harder to keep your legs up.

He was paying you back for all the teasing from earlier.

“Adrian you okay?- OH!” You cried out as he sloppily and harshly sucked your clit.

He moved his hand down pushing two fingers in making sure to curl them to hit that special spot directly.

“FUCK! Wait-wait! Slow down! I c-can’t keep-” You loudly moaned out feeling him speed his fingers up using his tongue to swirl around your now pulsing swollen clit.

“Keep those legs up Y/N.” He barked out once they began to fall.

“I c-can’t! Adrian please!!”

“Do you want me to stop?” You shook your head desperately. Sweat beaded your forehead and chest as he continued to fuck your pussy with his fingers.

“Answer me!” He pushed a third finger in grinning wickedly hearing you cry out gasping.

“No! No! Don’t stop! I’m s-so close!”

“Then those legs better not fall.” Small pants escaped your mouth once Adrian returned your clit to his mouth. His fingers stretched you out prepping you for his cock.

Your juices spilled down onto the mat you had been helplessly gripping trying to ground yourself.

“I’m gonna cum! Fuck! Adrian!”

“So early? I haven’t even been eating you out for long.” He removed his fingers using them to rub your clit. Your legs shook feeling the pressure and overwhelming urge to let go.

“Please. Please!” You begged him.

“You want my permission to cum?” He mocked you speeding up his hand against your clit. You cried out back arching as you struggled to keep yourself still.

“Yes! Yes! You know I need your permission! Asshole!” You yelped once he spanked your clit before resuming his speed.

“You know better than to call me that. Do you not wanna cum?”

“No! No! I do! I’m sorry! I’m sorry..”

“Such a fucking tease. You’ve done nothing but tease me since we’ve started training. How you’d seduce the enemy. Using your cute mouth to distract me..Fucking lucky I’m even treating your pussy right now.”

“I am! I am lucky! Sorry! Please! Adrian please!!” He hummed again spanking your cunt directly.

“Legs must be sore..Good..” You whimpered as he moved his mouth above your clit letting his breath fan against it.

“Cum right now.” He sucked clit once more effectively pushing you to the edge. You screamed out your release growing red in your face and chest.

Your back arched off the mat as Adrian grunted holding you still to clean you up with his mouth.

Adrian moaned against you making obscene slurping noises gathering as much as your cum on his tongue that he could get.

“Fucking delicious.” You panted coming down letting your legs fall. Adrian caught them smiling down at you as he shimmied the rest of your pants down.

“Did a good job..Such a good job..This is such a bad idea though..” Your head was still fuzzy as he spoke laying your legs down.

He grabbed your thighs spreading them apart to fit himself in between them. His hands made quick work as he pushed his sweatpants down to his knees.

Your hands moved under his shirt wanting it off. Adrian helped you grabbing your hands kissing your knuckles.

“Why is this a bad idea?..Are you not having a good time?” You smiled breathlessly at him,

Adrian scoffed lining himself up with your hole. “Oh believe me I’m having a great time..Oh fuck!” He groaned out feeling your hole envelope him.

“So fucking warm and tight..All fucking mine..Oh fuck you’re so hot..Why do you have to be so hot?!”

Adrian caged his arms at your head beginning to pull out only to thrust back in quickly.

Your head flew back exposing your neck as you cried out. Adrian didn’t waste time to lean down and kiss your neck leaving marks down your column.

“I-I said..Oh fuck..I said this is..I said this is..a bad idea because now when I have to train you..Shit! Fuck Y/N! Y/N! Oh god!”

You moaned out pulling him down to have his weight pin you down. You wanted him close. Adrian panted in your ear moaning as you tightened around him once you felt him fully on you.

“All I’m gonna think about is this when I have to train you now..So fucking hot..I’m gonna think about your pretty moans and tight pussy taking all of me so easily when i pin you down now..”

Adrian’s hips sped up snapping harshly against yours stretching your hips as he moved a hand down to help you throw a leg over his hip.

“Want you to cum in me..Wanna feel you cum in me..” You cried out scratching his back as he shuddered.

“Fuck..You can’t say that shit unless you want me to cum early..Oh fuck..I just wanna fucking..Fuck! Fuck! I wanna make you cum. Wanna remember this forever. I can live in this fucking pussy I swear to god..I can..”

He cried out ruthlessly fucking you. Adrian popped his head up pushing his tongue into your mouth. You accepted his kisses eagerly.

“M’close..” You whimpered feeling his hand start groping your chest.

“My good girl wanna cum?”

“Yes! Yes..I wanna cum..Wanna be a good girl..”

“You have been..Just been a fucking tease..Say sorry again and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

“I’m sorry! I love you..” You wrapped your other leg around his waist locking him deep in you. Adrian grew feral as you clenched around him.

He moved in quick sharp, but deep thrusts. “Fuck I wanna make you beg more..But I need to feel you cum. Please cum..Come on baby cum for me..Love you so much..”

You sobbed out feeling tears brim your eyes as you released cumming on Adrian.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!”

“Cum inside me! Please Adrian.. wanna feel cum inside me..I wanna remember this too!” He screamed out biting your shoulder as he came deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck take it. Fucking take it.” Adrian growled out kissing you softly still rolling his hips helping you ride it out.

“Love it..I love it..Thank you..”

You both smiled at each other before wincing as you let him go letting him slide out.

“You okay?” Adrian kissed you softly checking you over. You nodded humming in content as he grabbed his shirt and his water bottle using it to clean you up.

Adrian smiled hearing your giggle as he ran his hand along your sides. “I would really like that shower now..”

“I was thinking a bath?” He helped you up removing your sports bra completely. You nodded.

“I’d like that..Only if you carry me there though..I don’t think I can walk.” Adrian laughed nodding.

“Of course..Come on..” Adrian hauled you up bridal style carrying you inside.

“You’re cleaning the training room by the way.” He groaned as you laughed.

“I don’t see a point after this we’re totally gonna get it dirty again.”

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #vigilante fanfiction #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #fanfic #vigilante peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker #peacemaker #adrian chase smut

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purecantarella · 2 years

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Mary Sue

a short little fluff piece because prior to writing this i got severely depressed because of some personal matters, but i wanted to post something for you all to enjoy 😁 for those who dont know, mary sue is a character trope for someone who's practically perfect in everything they do to the point its almost irritating but it comes with good hijinks soooo ye HAHAHAH highschool!au hirai momo x reader disclaimer/s : none, just wholesome fluff

You were seen as the most well-rounded student of your highschool. Not only were you president of the student council, MVP for the baseball team, member of the school's dance society, and offering tutoring sessions for your friends and classmates, but you were the top of the class too.

It was almost irritating how amazing you were and your friends loved to tease you for it.

You walk into the classroom, uniform and hair perfectly kept, always looking your best. A small group of other girls from other classes fawning over you outside the classroom. You smile at them and wave curtly, and the mere polite action is enough to set them all off.

You chuckle to yourself before you're greeted by your friends. Eying the crowd that had formed outside, Jeongyeon smirks up at you as you slip your bag onto your table. "Ooooh, once again Y/F/N has the attention of each lower classman in the proximity."

You look back at the doorframe, younger teens giggling and whispering among themselves. You raise your brows and wave again, making them squeal with delight.

"I swear you're better than a cup of coffee to those girls, N/n." Jihyo teased as you slipped yourself atop Momo's table. You smile down at her before she looked up at you warmly, ignoring the comment Jihyo threw your way. You greet her casually, "Good morning Momoring."

You catch a hint of pink tint her cheeks before you turn back to your other friends. "They may be interested but I have my sights elsewhere." You explain ambiguously as you leaned up against the window beside Momo's table.

"Oh by the way Y/n? Can you help me after school? The history lessons are grueling this term." Nayeon asked as she fell in Jihyo's lap, wrapping an arm around the other girl's neck. You think for a moment before nodding, "Yeah sure, I'll just stop by the council office and drop off my festival proposal. Then I can help you out while administering training for the freshman on the baseball team."

Your friends look at you in awe, you look at them curiously. "How do you have time for all of that?" Jihyo asks amazed, you quirk a brow before smiling. "It's a matter of time management."

"It's not just that! You're good at all of your activities too, and you always look fresh. It's impossible." Sana adds from behind Momo who's rather preoccupied on her phone camera, fixing her bangs.

"You know what, I bet you're a bad kisser!" Jeongyeon called out making you throw your head back cackling. While everyone took the joke and laughed alongside you and Jeongyeon, Momo mumbled mindlessly, "Well that's simply untrue."

A silence echoes throughout the group. Your eyes bolt open as release an unwittingly nervous laugh while Momo just looks up confused at the sudden silence.

By the time she realizes what she says, she's rushing out an unheard explanation, "No, no, no! Wait let me explain!" A chorus of women teasing you both.

"You two have kissed?!" Jeongyeon's hands are on your shoulders quickly, shaking you playfully. "When? Where? How?"

"Well..." You trail off staring at Momo, who's now covering her face in shame.

You sat beside Momo on the floor as the books in front of you both sprawled away from her. She groans and throws her head back as you looked at her practice test. You cringed at her answers as you begun correcting them.

"I did terribly didn't I?" Momo asks hopelessly as you finished checking the paper. You sigh and scratch the back of your neck, looking back at her silently. She knew what that look meant. The dancer felt tears prick the back of her eyes before she took a deep breath and fell back onto the floor.

While she got lost in her own self-loathing, you fell back with her, lying beside her. "The school is going to kick me off the dance team. There's no way my grades will pull up in time at this rate..." You look over at her, propping yourself onto your elbow.

"Yeah, with that thinking..." You mutter making her shove your shoulder gently, you laugh gently before you see the pout on her lips. You take a deep breath before you pull her into your arms, like you did a million times before. Momo was your team captain and friend after all.

Well...among other things.

You stroke her short, dark hair before you spoke again, "You aren't hopeless. You are intelligent and hardworking. You're amazing, Momo..." You trail off, your lips pressing on the top of her head. "I wish you'd see yourself the way I see you..."

You felt her shoulders tense up and as you were about to cover your tracks, cheeks lighting aflame, Momo on top of your pounding heart. She'd always seen your in-control and calm demeanor, but seeing you like this? So flustered and fidgety? It made her smile.

"And how do you see me, N/n...?" You laugh softly as Momo gets off of you, sitting back up excitedly. You don't meet her eye, you can't. The nervousness and butterflies that fluttered in your stomach and your chest made it almost impossible to do anything but lay there silently.

She whines cutely before pulling you up making you laugh nervously, you quickly attempt to return to tutoring her, rambling about statistics in a feeble attempt to brush off the situation. Momo however, wouldn't let you do that.

She pulls the notebook out of your hand and your mouth glues shut as Momo stares at you. As she watches you fiddle with the drawstrings of your hoodie.

"You like-like me, N/n?" She asked as you pulled on the strings covering your face from her gaze. "Don't say it like thaaaat!" You whined hiding your face, embarrassment running through your veins.

You hear Momo's melodious laugh permeate through the air, it was the most heartwarming sound. You'd often crack jokes and make an adorable fool of yourself just to hear it when you two were together in the group or during practices.

You're fully aware that its a crush, everyone has them.

But you have to wonder why they have to feel so intense.

As your trying to calm yourself down internally and just return to helping Momo study for her tests, you suddenly feel her hands take yours as she tugs your hood back. Your face quickly being in front of the dancer's, you're about to jump back when she puts her hands on the back of your neck, stroking up and down.

It's comforting in the best ways.

Momo smiles warmly, leaning in, just enough for her breath to mingle with yours. "Did you really think I'd felt any different?" She makes a point by connecting your lips with hers, it's passionate yet so pure. It's everything you'd imagined when you thought of kissing Momo, from the softness of her lips to the taste of her peach lipgloss.

Momo pulls away whilst she smiles against your lips before you peck her soft ones again, and again. She giggles before placing her thumb over your lower lip. Her eyes trail up, "How is it possible you're good at that too?"

You grin proudly, kissing her lips again gently before pulling her into your lap. Picking the notebook back up from the floor. "You really know how to kill the mood, huh?"

"Do you want to pass this test or not?" Momo sighed but nodded eagerly. "Now every question you get right later, I give you a kiss. Every one you get wrong, is how many times you pay for our meals together." You look up at her with a warm smile.

"How does that sound, Momoring?" She grins, "You teach, I listen."

"Good."

"...and it sort of started from there...We've been going out for a few weeks now..." You finish while you looked down at Momo who's now looking up at you with pink cheeks. You smile before leaning down to peck her cheek.

"Wait so it still begs the question is Y/n not good at anything?" Momo smiles and pipes up, "Expressing her feelings has to be the only one." You groan as the rest of the girls laugh. Immediately, you make a point to snatch her phone from her hands. She fusses before you place the gadget in your pocket.

"Thats for exposing us and making fun me." You pout, making Momo coo softly, standing only to be able to reach your hair and run a hand through it. Your ears perk up and turn an embarrassing shade of red. The girls watch in awe as your cool and in-charge attitude melts away as the shorter dancer touches you gently. "Can I have it back, please N/n?"

"I do not like you Hirai Momo." You stress before handing her back her phone. She giggles before pecking your lips suddenly, your eyes going wide and you hear the crowd outside gasp in shock. Momo giggles before taking her seat.

"Well we've found, Y/n's weakness then." Jeongyeon butt in teasingly.

"You talk again, you're benched for the entire season."

well again, this took so much longer than i'd liked it to but i do have a lot on my roster for the next few updates!! i hope you all enjoyed this and i know the concept was a little basic but i think it's good to throw in a cute little fluff piece in every now and then, don't yall think? anyway, i intend to do better in my next update!! i will see you all vv soon, keep safe and i love each and every one of you with everything i have 💓 i'll see you lovelies soon - r

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emonydeborah · 6 months

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@justreckin made me think of young Una and the young Clark Kent parallels drew themselves

Our favorite regal Amazonian was once a lanky, awkward teenager. We know her homeworld wasn't built for her superstrength, but her house probably was. At least when she was little. Baby girl must have had a couple reinforced teething toys. And from then on she would have been taught always to hold back. Never even enter a situation where your abilities could be revealed.

But then she went to the Academy. She's here to start over, and let go of her past, and, unfortunately, do some physical training.

Una has never worked out with humans. She may not have ever worked out period; team sports probably weren't an option. AND FROM HERE comes a list of shenanigans:

After a two mile jog with her class, Una is not sore. Maybe if they had gone faster and longer, it would have taken a little effort. "Don't you ever sweat?" someone pants incredulously. Una looks at her classmates in varying states of exhaustion and drops to the ground. "My muscles," she groans. "Ow."

She is clearly not from Earth or a colony with strong ties to Earth. She doesn't get references and misses jokes. Some people are nice about it (like the equivalent of shouting BILL BILL BILL if your new friend mentions they've never seen Bill Nye the Science Guy). Others are not. Some jerk tries to jumpscare her and she freaks and "misses" when she punches at her target. jerk laughs and walks away. Una is covering a hole in the wall, conveniently the size of her fist.

Una smacks her computer when it isn't working and rips it off the wall. After a moment to panic, she walks away and claims no knowledge of the incident.

Team building exercises are awful the first few semester. Tug of war and running a log up a hill and the like. Una can just stand and hold the rope and not budge.

Once she learns "normal" human limits, though, those exercises are fun. Her team almost always wins.

One of her friends accidentally takes a bite of her doctored up dinner and spends the night rolling around in pain. "...I like things spicy." "Spicy? That was acidic! That burned off a layer of my esophagus!"

they are required to participate in a sport each semester. Track is best, once Una learns how to look like she's in pain. She's consistently second or third, despite the coach's firm belief that she could do better.

Wrestling and martial arts are the worst. They learn martial arts all through the Academy, and Una has to apologize for several bruises and a few broken bones. One guy is dumb enough to make her angry before fighting her. He's in the infirmary for a week. Una manages to pass it off as a slippery floor.

Baseball isn't quite dead, and it's another learning curve to find out that humans cannot, in fact, hit the ball out of the stadium nine times out of ten. Una breaks a few bats and has a terrible time hiding them.

she bends a few utensils, and those are fun to hide, too.

Una opens a hatch in a training simulation, and a full inspection is done on the hatch to find out how it got so loose.

Una flicks a pebble and breaks a window.

she's struggling with a fitted sheet and it straight up. disintegrates.

Una gets frustrated with a glitchy door panel and Pelia gets a completely hypothetical question about how to fix door panels.

(also, if Una really was this awkward, Pelia definitely knew her secret. She does not care. She thinks it's funny.)

if we want to get angsty, there's an accident. No one should have survived the explosion, least of all Cadet Chin Riley, who threw herself over the exploding comm panel and suffered horrific burns. The other cadets remember someone carrying them out. they couldn't see who. There's no way it was Una, who was found several yards away, where the explosion threw her.

Una is still Una, and it doesn't take her long to adapt and master herself. But for the first few semesters, I can picture awkward Una breaking things.

#snw #una chin riley #strange new worlds #baby una #loml

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ridiasfangirlings · 16 days

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post betrayal/pre s1 yata won a overseas vacation and leaves for a couple of weeks and fushimi looses his mind for a day cuz every single thing reminds him of yata

Fushimi walking by the house of someone who owns a chihuahua and it starts barking at him as Fushimi’s all ‘sometimes I can still hear his voice….’. Imagine Fushimi only even knows that Yata’s on vacation because like Anna or Totsuka decides to tell him, they figure Fushimi might be upset if he notices that Yata’s missing and decide they should make sure he doesn’t worry. Fushimi of course just clicks his tongue and is all ‘don’t care, don’t talk to me’, but really he has absolutely noticed that Misaki hasn’t been around lately. He was probably coincidentally walking by some of the places Yata’s been known to work, like not that he was actually looking for Misaki or anything, it just happened to be on his patrol and if he was looking inside well maybe there were some Strains or something around there. When Fushimi says he doesn’t care Totsuka just smiles and says well, I hope you don’t feel too lonely Fushimi. Fushimi clicks his tongue again, like what a stupid thing to say to the person who broke things off with Yata to begin with.

Except then as the days go by Fushimi is absolutely getting increasingly on edge and more snappish than usual, wondering how long Yata’s vacation is anyway and when will that idiot come back. Fushimi refuses to entertain such thoughts for long though, like why does he even need Misaki and anyway isn’t his work easier without anything to distract him. He goes out on patrol and hears a skateboard and immediately he’s turning with one hand in his coat going for a knife, only to realize that it’s just some random kid going by. Fushimi gets this disgusted look and mutters ‘stupid’ under his breath, like what is he even getting excited for. As he continues to patrol he happens to look up while passing a store and suddenly finds himself standing in the window staring at this black beanie set up for sale. He finds his hand reaching up to scratch his scar and quickly turns away, hands in his pockets and back hunched as he goes back to patrol.

Soon a couple weeks have passed and it’s not like Fushimi misses Yata or anything but every time he spots Doumyouji’s red hair out of the corner of his eye he does a double take. Whenever S4 runs into Homra he’s all tense and smiling for a moment before he realizes that Yata isn’t there and now he just doesn’t care at all, playing on his PDA and looking dissatisfied (and imagine Totsuka just waking over wondering how Fushimi is holding up while Fushimi’s blandly like I have no idea what you’re talking about). Seeing cars makes him think of the wheels of Yata’s skateboard, seeing vegetables makes him think about how stupid Misaki always tried to make him eat them, he’s started looking for pineapple flavored Caloriemate. Fushimi absolutely doesn’t care that Yata’s gone but also he almost threw a knife while passing a group of kids playing baseball. Some poor innocent mother named her daughter Misaki and feels a chill out of nowhere while calling the girl’s name in public near Tsubakimon. Fushimi is absolutely fine and he doesn’t feel any knot of tension easing the day Yata finally comes back (Yata has no idea why Saruhiko is more energetic than usual when they fight, good thing he had such a relaxing vacation).

#sarumi #Talking K #imagine him just slowly unraveling #it's not like he misses Yata or anything #he just needs someone to fight that's all #he's not getting twitchy and attacking kids playing with skateboards

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rubywithecat · 2 years

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Aot characters when you accidentally swear "fu*k you"

sammary: You swear accidentally in front of them.

warning: slightly mature contents

characters: eren, armin, levi, reiner, zeke, porco, erwin

Eren

You were so tired after the mission and just wanted to relax. But then one of your teammate just came to tell you like there is another mission in urgent. You are so so exhausted and accidentally swore like "omg f*ck that!" And Eren who was next to you heard it and looking at you in his eyes wide open. You just awkwardly smile him back and felt so embarassed when he gave you back a small dirty smirk.

Armin

You were hurriedly eating during your short breaktime. Suddenly the bell rang and you had to go back but your food wasn't finished yet so you told yourself like 'I really hate it! F*ck you whoever rang the bell!" And then you realized Armin was sitting beside you, and he is now starring at you. You starred him back and asked him "What??" and he replied "Ahh-- nothing... nothing at all" but you could scene that he really wanna laugh. Your face turned red and you just ran away. "I will remember that (y/n)!" he yelled and you could hear from outside. You can't help but smile and blushed.

Levi

You were cleaning the windows because levi told you to and you couldn't deny him so you just have to put up with it. "F*ck you! I joined scout not the cleaning service or anything like that" you said as you knew no one would be in the room. "Who do you mean?" you heard a similar voice. Your heart sank. IT IS LEVI STANDING BEHIND YOU! You slowly turned around your head and gave him a grumpy smile as you said "Levi heichou???" And he just stand there still and looked at you like you almost felt that your soul left. "W-why are you here?" you asked as you just want to dig a hile and disappear right away. After a while he answered "That's none of your business brat" as he went to sit on sofa and you just continued to work but later when you looked at him again you caught him already looking at you. So you smiled at him and do the work back and again you saw levi still looking at you. You smiled back him again. Then he started to speak. "You know what-- Let's do as you say, cadet?" he said as he suspiciously smiled. "I just said f*ck--" you said as you realized "omg no!"

Reiner

You were carrying lots of books in your hand and struggling to balance it and Reiner bumped into you. "Oh my gosh! F*ck you dude!" you said as you didn't realized it was Reiner. You bent down to collected them and he helped you out. You looked up him and you were so embarassed. "Reiner?" you gasped. He slightly smirked at you and told you "I didn't know you would swear" You were so embarassed. "I- I didn't mean to" you replied as you quickly got up. He pinned you to the wall. "Do as you say then" he whispered as he touched your skin playfully. You are so blushing and then the rest is as you could imagine. ;))

Zeke

Someone threw you with a baseball from behind. You thought it was your friend so you swore her "F*ck you! Don't do that!" without looking back. "But I will always get revange" you giggled and threw the ball back to that person. And you were so amazed as it was Zeke when you turned back! "What are you doing here, Yeager-sama??" you asked him in shock. He just smirked at you and came closer to you. "You know what happened if you insult an honored marleyan?" he said as he garbbed your waist. "But you are lucky that I like you. Among all the warrior candidate, you just caught my attention and I want you" he mumbled as he kissed your neck. You just lost all your words and couldn't believe what just happened.

Porco

You were not in a good mood after the failed mission. You are so mad at yourself and then Porco knocked at your door. "Not now Porco! I'm not in the good mood!" you shouted at him but still he brusted in. "Oh my god! Didn't I tell you not to mess with me this time?! Leave me alone! F*ck you! F*ck everyone!" you yelled and suddenly you couldn't help but you found yourself crying. Tears flows from your eyes helplessley. Surprisingly Porco hugged you. "I never thought you would swear like that" he giggled. "But it is the best to let all your feeling out. I'm always here for you" You were so surprised that he could suddenly be so warm. You just felt safe with him. You cried on his shoulder until you felt better.

Erwin

Hange told you to deliver some papers to Erwin's office. You went in and he seemed so busy so you just decided to put it on the other table not distrubing him and then when you stepped forward you almost slipped because of the water spilled there. "Oh f*ck it!" you whispered. Erwin glanced at you from other side. "What did you just say?" he asked. You laughed awkwardly. "I didn't say anything. Did I?" He smiled in not innocent way. "I heard you swear. I don't think it is appropriate to swear in front of your upper, does it?" he said. You looked at him and shook your head. "Good" he stood up. "What should I do to you about that?" he asked as he came closer to you.

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(Hi! This had been in my draft for a long time and also I have a lot of unfinished work because I was doubting myself whether I should post or not :'' Anyway Thanks you all for reading and supporting! <3)

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specialbrewbutterbeer · 2 years

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Hi again, sorry for another request but I was reading what you would write and I thought of either hangman or rooster with sister reader (could have an age gap but it’s up to you) and she wanted to be a fighter pilot like her older brother when she grew up. They could be talking to the others and he tells them she died (it’s up to you, ignore this is your uncomfortable :)

Sister!Reader Who Wants To Be A Pilot Like Her Older Brother (Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw & Jake 'Hangman' Seresin)

TW: Angst! Super Angsty! Mentions death of a sibling, death of a parent, dangerous situations, hospital environments and sudden/unexpected deaths and greif

AN: I tried out this as a new format, not sure how it went but quite liked it- I'd love some feedback on how you found it and if you enjoyed it?

REQUESTS

MASTERLIST

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Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

- Jake is pretty open about his family

- And I mean OPEN

- If he tried to say that the guys haven't heard every story about how annoying it was growing up as the second eldest of four sons, he'd be lying

- Usually it was when everyone was swapping stories in the bar

- Lighthearted memories of being told he was gonna be a big brother again

- Screaming and crying about it

- Water fights in summer

- Him and his older brother chasing the others round with the hosepipe and a super soaker

- Launching baseballs at eachother's heads

- How he once threw one at his youngest brother

- How he'd dodged it

- How it'd gone through the kitchen window

- How angry his Mom had been when it landed in the sink whilst she did the dishes

- About how much his brothers sulked when he joined the Navy

- How his parents sent updates on all his siblings when he was away

- Pictures of them going to senior prom

- When his youngest brother made capitain of the school basketball team

- A picture of the second youngest brother in hospital with a broken arm

- Because he'd driven Jake's car (which he'd given to him with strict instructions not to damage it) into a ditch

- How his eldest brother was a real estate agent but how none of them would let him forget that he watched Practical Magic on VHS over and over in 2000 and told everyone he wanted to be a witch when he grew up

- It was clear that they were very typical

- Very happy

- But if you got him drunk enough

- And it were the right time of year

- He'd slip up

- 'Oh yeah- all five of us!'

- 'Joey, me, Ronnie, Cole and- and... That's us!'

- No one payed much attention to it

- He was being drunk

- Miscounting

- Forgetting

- Slurring his words a little

- Until finally

- One night

- Someone asked

- 'So- got other family in the military?'

- And he went awful quiet

- Sat back in his chair

- And all the words came tumbling out of his mouth

- 'Well- I did.'

- 'My baby sister.'

- 'I don't talk about her but, she was born when I was about seven, she was my favourite- well I was her favourite. She never left me alone.'

- 'She was real smart, a real sweetie and her favourite thing in the whole world was our grandma's cherry pie.'

- He'd laughed

- He was in his own nostalgic world now

- The others just wondered how she'd never come up before

- But they listened patiently

- No one dared interrupt, in case he stopped

- '(Y/n) should have gone to an Ivy league school- but no.'

- 'She told me she wanted to be a pilot, just like I was.'

- 'She told me she looked up to me, and she really did wanna do it.'

- 'God knows why- why she looked up at me, not Joey the valedictorian or Cole the sports star or even Ronnie! I know Mom busted him selling weed to his friends from the treehouse in our yard- but- damn! He at least made pretty good money doing that!'

- 'But I sat down, and I helped her fill everything out and we dropped it off at the mailbox at the end of the street. And she got in.'

- 'I never saw her more excited than that. And she was pretty well pumped up when she was voted prom queen.'

- It was then that Jake went quite again for a few minutes.

- 'She was real good.'

- 'She was real good at everything she did.'

- 'Hell- I hate to say it but she was probably better than me, certainly better than I was straight out of the academy.'

- 'Umm- She was unlucky though.'

- 'Just, about a week before she should have been done with all her training- I don't know. Something went wrong.'

- The look on his face was of some kind of latent sadness.

- He wasn't a vulnerable man.

- To see him this way, hear him talk honestly- without showboating, properly with guard down

- That was a rare and privileged experience

- And everyone sat around the table knew it

- 'Within 24 hours the whole family were there. and she was awake- talking- fine and perky as ever.'

- 'She just kept saying how she was bored in hospital, she was so worried she wasn't gonna be able to complete training.'

- 'I didn't really know what was going on, none of us kids knew how serious it was. We thought cos she was talking, awake and everything she was gonna be fine. No one told us what was goin on.'

- That last sentence was said with real anger and followed by the sound of his fist banging on the table.

- 'We just laughed at her and tried to be like normal. We thought she was gonna be fine.'

- 'But I remember Mom telling her that she'd had surgery to take fragments of her skull out of her brain.'

- 'I think maybe I knew then that it wasn't gonna be fine.'

- 'It wasn't gonna be fine like they said.'

- 'I didn't know she was gonna have a bleed on the brain and die in the OR as they tried to stop it though.'

- 'I didn't think it was gonna be that bad.'

- 'She probably knew nothing about it either."

- His heart sank.

- Speaking those words, in such a blunt way. That was the only way he could say them.

- It got it over with quickly

- He ground his teeth as he sat there

- Like he'd finally spilled a secret

- He almost wished they hadn't let him go on

- But he'd said it now

- And felt weird about it

- 'I'd headed back to work. When it happened.'

- 'I only got a few days leave- and since she seemed... Alright- I left.'

- 'I was the only one not in the room.'

- 'I was the one who put her there though.'

- 'Never should have let her do it.'

- 'I guess stupidity is in the genes though. She shouldn't have looked up to me- of all folk.'

- 'I miss her.'

- '(Y/n) was my baby sister, my responsibility.'

- 'And she would have beat all you suckers in a dogfight any day of the week!"

- He laughed.

- He was the only one who did.

- After that, there was some scrap of thought spared for Hangman, some mild sympathy.

- That callsign suddenly seemed slightly morbid

- Considering his need to take the blame.

- Maybe even some respect for having told the story too

- But (Y/n) came up in stories after that

- Like the missing link she filled the gaps

- How she got her brothers back by filling a super soaker with koolaid that stained them all blue for days

- How it had been her baby bottles their Mom had been cleaning in the sink

- How she'd sobbed and sobbed on the morning he left

- How he and his brothers had managed to make some calls around their small town to their old classmates, to ensure that their classmates younger siblings voted (Y/n) prom queen

- How she and Cole had had fallen out in highschool so badly that she had quit the cheer squad because they were refusing to talk and seeing eachother at every game whilst he was capitain annoyed her

- How Ronnie had put the car in a ditch going to pick (Y/n) up from a house party she wasn't supposed to be at

- How bitterly Joey had complained when their Dad made him remove his VHS copy of Practical Magic from the player and replace it with a Sesame Street tape for (Y/n)

- And how they'd all been so relieved when they had a sister, not another brother.

- She was all of their favorites.

- Even with her flaws.

- She was cocky and arrogant

- Argumentative

- Witty

- Sharp

- She was great

- She was all too much like her brothers

- And that's why they liked her.

- All of the guys,

- Rooster, Bob, Phoenix, Coyote and the rest,

- Decided that they were glad he'd told them about her

- He was happy when he talked about his family

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Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

- Bradley constantly talked about his family.

- Mom, Dad, Sister

- She was born just before her Dad had died

- They were close siblings

- Very close

- He lived and breathed for them

- His family

- He talked about how the receptionist in the foyer wore the same hairspray that his Mom had

- How he could tell by the smell of it

- It reminded him of sitting on her lap when she did her hair and make up in the morning.

- He talked about how he bought a Ford Bronco because his Dad had one

- How he had taken a picture of his Dad's to the dealership and the salesman had helped him figure out which colour matched the best

- It reminded him of being a kid, before it broke down and was scrapped

- He talked about his sister

- How great she was

- It didn't remind him of anything

- He spoke about her often

- And as if she were still alive

- No one ever guessed that wasn't the truth

- Even those who had known him before her death

- Who had even met her in passing

- Once or twice worked with her

- News like that usually travelled fast

- But it had been a bit hush hush because it had to be investigated by a panel of experts to see who's wrong doing it had been

- It had been a year

- Just over

- The report had been issued a few months before

- He could speak about it quite freely now

- But he couldn't find it in himself to do so

- So he just talked like she was still around

- To the extent that he made up a deployment overseas for her to be on

- It wasn't until Maverick overheard him talking about her one evening

- And just looked at him

- 'Bradley?'

- He'd spoken with total empathy and near enough pity

- He didn't know this was what Bradley had been doing

- It was then that his face fell

- He knew he had to give the game away

- Quietly he spoke

- Almost forgetting the friends he was surrounded by

- 'Mav, I don't know how else to deal with it-'

- His godfather just look at him.

- 'All my life I've had to deal with talking about my family, in the past tense.'

- 'She was the last one I had left.'

- 'I can't hear anymore 'I'm sorry's. I don't want anymore condolence cards.'

- 'I don't want that Mav.'

- Then he sighed

- And looked up

- 'Last September, she crashed.'

- 'Into the ocean just off of the coast of Cuba.'

- He stopped there

- Just thinking

- 'Nose dived right into the water.'

- 'Her WSO ejected, survived.'

- He paused, glance for almost a full beat at Maverick, then spoke as it transpired that Pete couldn't hold the eye contact.

- 'She didn't.'

- The silence in the room was tangible.

- Mav sat down beside his godson

- He knew every detail

- He'd made sure he'd known every detail

- He and Ice had pawed for days over every report before they were even released

- It was yet another illegal favour Tom gifted Pete.

- He relived her father's death through hers, and Bradley was experiencing it first hand for the first time

- Both felt intense guilt

- Another Bradshaw plunged into the freezing cold water

- Another one pulled out with no life left in em

- Another Bradshaw dead

- Fullstop

- She was gone

- Just like that

- 'They said she was coming into land on a carrier, went wrong.'

- 'It was probably instant.'

- 'I don't know if they just told me that to make me feel better or if it's true.'

- 'I hope it's true.'

- 'They said it was probably her mistake, and she almost definitely knew it was her own mistake, because she didn't eject.'

- 'She was fighting it all the way down.'

- 'It was a stupid thing to do.'

- 'Her WSO broke their back, probably won't walk again- but they'll live.'

- 'And they'll live a good, proper life.'

- 'She was just- Stubborn.'

- 'I don't know.'

- He finally felt like he was done talking.

- No-one quite knew what to say.

- A couple hearts were particularly heavy,

- Those that'd worked with her enough to know she was a good woman.

- But mostly the outpouring was for him.

- The fact that he'd never spoken about it.

- His relationship with Maverick was still healing, and yet was the only vent for the matter.

- That, they all knew, couldn't have been easy.

- 'She was a good pilot.'

- Mav spoke to fill in the silence.

- 'Really good.'

- 'Quick, technical.'

- 'And she loved it. Probably more than most people.'

- 'She just loved the flying- would have suited air shows, acrobatic stuff- more than the Navy.'

- Bradley gave a laugh and nodded.

- 'She was too clever and a show off.'

- 'She always liked the stories stupid stuff you and Dad used to get up to.'

- 'She wanted that.'

- Mav looked up at his Godson, a bittersweet sense of pride that his Goddaughter had thought his and her Father's relationship was something good enough to aspire to.

- A very different attitude from her brother.

- They had kept in contact.

- Not as much as she would have liked to

- And more than her brother thought Mav deserved

- But he wouldn't stop her

- And she kept enough distance as not to upset her brother

- And after they did make things up again

- They didn't get the chance before the crash to be together as a family again

- After all that Bradley and Pete had been through on that mission

- All the times they could have been killed out there in a far off land

- The multitudes of opportunities for them to be the ones to ruin the chance at playing at happy families

- To ruin the chance of coming home to their girl

- And she crashes and dies

- In what should have been a survivable accident

- on a routine exercise just miles off of the coast of her home

- 'She always thought she'd get to have that kind of fun, those kinds of friends for life.'

- 'I was the serious one.'

- Bradley smiled.

- 'I just-'

- The smile quickly faded.

- He wasn't ready to think back fondly yet.

- 'I don't understand why she didn't eject.'

- He spoke quietly.

- 'I don't know why she'd keep trying to save the thing'

- Mav sat there looking at his boy.

- A large, handsome man

- Who had come to regard as a son

- And who now reminded him of a boy again

- As he sat there

- Nursing a bottle of beer

- He'd seen reports that Bradley hadn't

- He knew that the WSO involved had given statements that said she'd told them to eject

- They'd expected her to follow

- But she didn't

- That the examination of the wreckage showed no signs of her even attempting to

- It couldn't even be put down to a failed ejection

- It was just...

- A fatal miscalculation?

- A misdiagnosis that she thought she could solve?

- But she knew it was dangerous.

- She knew it and told her WSO to eject

- The words he'd told his RIO all those years ago

- He'd seen her records

- He knew she had a history of hesitancy when it came to mock ejection tests

- She'd failed some of those tests three times over before she finally got the nerve

- He didn't want to tell Bradley that

- And he knew Bradley didn't want to dig that deep into the official verdict

- Bradley just knew it was 'pilot error'

- He didn't need to know more

- He didn't want Bradley to think that his baby sisters last thoughts were probably abject terror

- Images of her Father's fate

- Too scared too eject

- Maybe even too proud to admit she'd made a mistake that was going to be terminal for her jet

- Maybe she really did think she could save it

- And maybe Pete felt guilty more than ever before

- That all those years ago

- A Bradshaw ejecting from a stricken jet and dying, had killed another by making her too fearful of doing the same.

- And if Goose was his fault

- By extension so was she

- But there had to be some comfort to be had

- Maybe that she was with her Mother and Father

- Up there

- Forever in the sky she loved

- Neither of the two men were religious

- But to think they were all three together

- And one day they'd meet them all again

- That was a comfort

- And there was always a prayer, to whatever God that might hear them, that history never repeat itself again

- And there was always a thought spared for her and her parents

- And Bradley would eventually feel freed to speak about her

- And Pete would eventually feel freed to speak about Goose

- Even though it would take many years before either of them could speak with pride again about Goose or (Y/n)

- And somehow there was healing to be had and to be had together

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billyhargrovesupsidedownshadow · 6 months

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~800 words of an unnecessarily angsty ER! Harringrove, including a courthouse, Neil Hargrove and literally suggestions of mundane bad things and canon-typical slurs happening

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Billy looked out of the window of his car at the surprisingly beautifully sunlit courthouse, his car keys jingling slightly in his hand.

A warm comforting weight of the familiar hand appeared on his knee, stopping it from bouncing.

"You sure you want to go?" Steve asked quietly.

He had been doing everything quietly for the last three days, like a sound too loud or a gesture too brisk might break something, blow something up into tiny little glittering shards that nothing would ever put back together.

Billy knew what it was Steve was trying not to break by accident.

It was Billy. Steve thought he was fragile.

Billy gritted his teeth. Fuck it. Fuck Steve. He threw his keys at him.

"You can fucking sit here."

He jerked the door open, throwing himself out of the car and then slamming the door closed so hard, his poor baby shook. He almost winced in pain, but he couldn't afford to get distracted now.

He had to get into that courtroom, say what he needed to say, and get out. Drive away. Go to Indianapolis. To New York. To Florida.

All the way back to the fucking Cali fo God's sake.

He heard quick footsteps following him and felt his shoulders straighten just a bit.

He almost made it to the room when his eyes caught on something that felt like hitting a wall at full speed and almost threw him back a couple of steps.

His father's frosty eyes that he saw every morning in the mirror.

The eyes slid over him with unmasked disgust and contempt so familiar it sort of felt like home.

They darted to somewhere behind his back for a moment.

Billy couldn't hear the slur through the rush of blood in his ears. It was tossed his way like it was nothing, like it was a t-shirt he had forgotten in the living room and never picked up, like a newspaper thrown at the door in the morning. Brisk, businesslike and impersonal.

It felt like a brick falling from the sky right onto his head, like an accidentally hurled baseball bat ramming into his ribs full speed, like being thrown against a wall again, and again, and again until there was nothing left but a wet impression of a human on off-white paint.

Some part of him wondered how it could still feel like that. Shouldn't he have gotten desensitized? Why did it still hurt like cutting himself open?

He stepped back. And once more. Someone was saying something.

His eyes couldn't move away from the dark spot of danger of his father's figure on the bench next to the courtroom.

There was a blink in space and probably time.

He was staring at his car now through the courthouse's window.

The car that got him out of that house.

The car that could get him out of this building. This city. This state. This country, even.

"Hey," said a familiar voice.

He could vaguely see Steve behind himself in the reflection in the window. He looked around the corridor and then reached over to put his arm around Billy's shoulders, warm, heavy and so, so comforting.

Like a buddy would.

A buddy that didn't necessarily fuck you raw in your little ratty rented bedroom most nights and then sit there naked, eating greasy pizza right in your bed and laughing over your dumbest jokes.

His father's mouth forming the word flashed through his mind, blinding him momentarily, making him taste bile. He shrugged Steve's arm off.

Steve stepped back, looking like a kicked puppy.

The taste of bile got worse.

"You still don't have to go in. Hop said they have enough evidence. It's going to be fine without your testimony."

Billy looked at his car again.

The car that got him out of that house. But not her. And now she got hurt.

Because he didn't do the right thing when he had the chance.

Because he left her there thinking she would be safe since she wasn't his.

But Billy had to have known better. There was no safe in that house.

He should have said something earlier.

He knew that Steve was probably right. Max wasn't going back to Neil. Hopper said it was "highly unlikely", at least.

But "highly unlikely" wasn't one hundred percent.

But Billy could make it so. By doing the thing he couldn't do for him, by saying the thing he should have said ages ago.

He sniffed, shook his head and tried to straighten his shoulders.

"No, I'm going in there."

He turned around, meeting Steve's warm eyes full of support, and warmth, and worry, and love.

His back relaxed just enough for him to be able to move again.

To walk into that courtroom and face what he had to face.

He was going to survive.

Steve would make him, anyway.

#stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #that's definitely a post #that's kind of a fic #sorry for not cutting - I'm on mobile #Also this was written for the scene where Steve steps back in front of the window #AND THE SCENE ISN'T EVEN THAT GOOD #anyway I'm happy that I'm writing at least something again so here you go

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loosesodamarble · 1 year

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Yo, hru? Congrats on reaching your milestone! Can I have a Dabi (from BNHA) fluff scenario w prompt C2. Their pouty face was so unbearably adorable, (Blank) couldn’t help but swoon a little. , pls?

Yo! I am doing well! I'm sorry that it took a while to write this. The muses are stingy with me at the moment... 😅

But the fic is written now! And I have to say... An unexpectedly fun write for me. And I think some of the lines in this piece might be my favorites that I came up with during this whole follower event. So like, thank you Anon for the request~! 💖

Summary: It's date day for you and Dabi. You walk and talk and Dabi thinks your face is the cutest in the world. Genre: fluff Word count: ~700

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You glanced at your phone at your last message from your boyfriend. There was a time and place for a rendezvous, as well as the line [Look as good as you always do.] Smiling and laughing, you put your device away.

No wonder he was a Villain. What with the way he stole your heart.

“What’s a fine looking citizen like yourself doing near a dingy ol’ alleyway?” A familiarly husky voice asked before an arm hooked around your shoulders. “Looking to be kidnapped?”

“Whoops, not really!” you joked, sliding away from the voice. “Sorry, I only read dark romance! I’m not one for living it!”

You turned and grinned at Dabi. He smiled back from underneath his high collar coat and baseball cap. Reaching out your hand, you walked back over to him. Your hand and his became intertwined and you began to walk side-by-side.

“I’m glad we can meet in person on occasion,” you mused as you eyed some of the new fashions in a store window. You looked back at him. “But why can’t we do it more often? Or just move in together?”

“‘Cause life ain’t fair,” Dabi answered, sighing. “Besides, you shouldn’t be joining the circles I run in.”

You raised a brow at him.

“My record ain’t clean so I think I’d be fine,” you whispered, a little offended that he still treated you like an innocent nobody. “C’mon! Lemme into your club!” Leaning back, you batted your eyes with faux innocence. “Imagine all the IDs and money I could forge for you…”

Despite what you were saying, of the crimes you were willing to commit and for his sake, you spoke with a cute, whiny voice. And your face… Your pouty face was so unbearably adorable, Dabi couldn’t help but swoon a little.

It was like you and Dabi were high school sweethearts and not on the run from the law.

Life was Hell for Dabi. A burning, aching Hell that he threw himself into. But in the midst of the wretched misfortune he called life, he had you.

You were not someone pure. You were no delicate princess or little piece of Heaven for him to protect. Some lovesick poet might’ve called you that. But Dabi wasn’t a poet and he knew better than to treat you that way. Knew better than to call you an angel or to want for Heaven, or whatever salvation that society had to offer.

No. To Dabi, you were a magician. One who created an illusion of normalcy for the two of you. That was all he wanted, all he needed.

If Dabi was to allow himself one weakness, he wanted it to be you.

“Well when you put it like that…” Dabi started, intentionally letting his voice trail off. “No.”

“Dude!” you gasped.

Dabi leaned in and then poked the tip of your nose.

“Get back to me when you manage to kill someone. Then I’ll reconsider.”

“Ugh, you are the most unfairest boyfriend I’ve ever had!” you grumbled. You pouted again, though this time in anger rather than to beg. And Dabi still found it impossibly adorable. “And that’s saying something when one almost ratted me out.”

“You still love me though, don’t you?” Dabi asked as he gave your hand a squeeze.

“Hmph!” You turned your head away, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“C’mon, don’t be shy!”

“I’m not shy! I just don’t love you!”

“And now you’re turning into a liar!” Dabi said in a sing-song tone.

Dabi continued to pester you while you shot down his every attempt to get an “I love you” from your lips. Despite the “argument,” you two never let go of each other’s hands.

The banter only stopped when you approached a crepe stand.

“You only get it if you confess your love for me,” he offered with a grin.

He knew you could never turn down a crepe. Especially when it was on him.

“Extra whipped cream and I love you for all eternity.”

“Deal.”

Of course, Dabi didn’t let you have it all to yourself. His money meant he got the first bite, earning yet another one of your precious pouting faces. Not a bad deal in his mind.

#questions from the ask box #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hero aca fanfic #x reader #reader insert #awesome anons #why is this my favorite fic from this event?!#why do i love this so much?#dabi ain't a fave and yet i'm sitting here like... dabi why are you so much fun to write?#and his thoughts about reader?!?! about not being innocent and perfect but being what he wants!#aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! i'm swooning right now! akdhfaisurthasrkt!#also sorry i started in the reader's pov and randomly switched to dabi's but like... i like how it worked out so...#if dabi is ooc in this... i'm sorry???

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captain-lessship · 1 year

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Lights Out

A/n: so using logic, reader needed a weapon and what sports have a great weapon and could provide good back story? Baseball. Also no, reader is not on drugs; just thought it was funny

You were just a guy. Just a fun baseball player who happened to fall in love with a goth girl from Nevermore. You wondered how you got yourself in this position of running with your car keys to your dads new Jeep.

Enid, Wednesdays friend and Roomate had called and told you that the freaky hand had signed to her that Wednesday was in trouble and you threw on your shoes and grabbed your jacket and where out the door.

Luckily neither of your parents were home or they would have asked why their son was leaving after curfew in a car he hit the mailbox with. That’s why you were banned from driving it.

You shoved the keys into the ignition and turned it, slammed it in reverse and bolted out of your driveway, knocking over your trash cans.

You winced. You would fix that later.

You knew you were breaking the speed limit but you needed to find to her. You knew the general location and that’s all you needed.

Then you realized.

You didn’t bring a weapon. You looked in the back and looked for options. You saw your bag from practice: it was heavy and had a bat. Good enough.

You wouldn’t call yourself very strong but fending off someone for her? You’d do it in a heartbeat.

You made a sharp left into the woods, the beaten down path to Cragstones Crypt. You knew you were going to have to explain the mud and even more scratches on it. He was going to kill you.

You looked around form where Wednesday could be, you even rolled down your window and stuck your head out to yell.

There was no response. You looked for a flashlight when a loud crash brought your attention back to the shattered windshield.

What did you hit? You put it in park and opened the door and got out, headed to the front to inspect the damage. It appeared you hit a sort of monster. Oh you were so dead if it was just a Nevermore kid and you just committed vehicular homicide.

As you panicked and cursed about how you’d go to prison, not save Wednesday and your dads Jeep was ruined, you heard a scream.

“Move!” She screamed and she walked to you. It was Wednesday.

“Whoa! Are you okay?” You ran to her.

“That’s the Monster! That’s Tyler.” She said again. You then heard a loud crunching noise, you slowly turned back to the Jeep, watching in mild horror as the thing you hit was getting up. You glanced at Wednesday, “Sorry.” You pressed a kiss to her cheek as you ran to the car.

She was yelling at you as you flung open the back passenger door and jerked your bag from practice out. You turned back, “Run Wednesday! Go! The school needs you.”

She looked at you before turning and running. You smiled, she was safe. You pulled the bat from the bag and walked to the front, where the monster was still struggling.

You lifted the bat and whacked it across the head, it looked at you with its buggy eyes that were fueled with an animalistic rage. Suddenly one of the monsters arm swung out and flung you back. You landed a good few feet away.

You heard a set of three loud crunches as the hood and front doors of the Jeep came flying at you. You rolled out of the way and managed to stand. You breathed out in pain, grip on your bat tightening.

“I ain’t scared of you, Tyler.”

There was a time when Tyler was your friend but you both fell out of touch when you joined the baseball team. You hadn’t been there for him as much as a friend should’ve. But that twinge of guilt didn’t stop the pressing issue:

He was going to try his damnedest to kill you.

He came running at you, and you readied yourself and began running yourself. He took another swing at you, which you baseball slid under, lifting the bat you whack against his shoulder.

You stood up and ran behind a tree. You breathed as you slowly attempted to scurry up it, you did so with cuts on your hands and pulsing pain in your side. You stood a few feet off the ground now, watching him.

Your uncle was a bull rider. You hoped it ran it the family as you dropped, holding the bat on both ends, slipping his neck between the bat and your body.

He was thrashing around at this point you were losing your grip and you were struggling to hang on.

That’s when you heard a gun shot, it must’ve hit Tyler because of the howl of pain he let out. When he jerked forward, you were flung off. You rolled for a good distance before hitting a tree stump, it knocked the wind out of you but you lifted yourself up to see Sheriff Galpin, Tyler’s dad holding the smoking gun.

You figured he had it under control til you saw Tyler charge him, you screamed out but a wolf like creature joined the fight. You lifted yourself up and you limped back to the car, it could still drive, you turned the key and lo and behold: it started.

#wednsday addams #wednesday imagine #netflix wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #baseball bats #fights #car crash #pray for reader’s parents insurance #romantic #We ride at dawn bitches #fanfic #fanfic writing #male reader imagine #Violence

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vainvenus · 1 year

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⌲;꒰ I loathe you. ꒱

Pairing(s): Bruce Yamada x Male!Reader

12 Days Of Christmas Prompt: Hot Chocolate

Summary: After having to play a game in the cold you're left stranded until Bruce's mom offers you a ride and hot coco, and how could you turn that down?

Includings: Rivals to lovers, mutual pinning, playful rivalry/flirting, eventual confession, super duper fluffy, I know nothing abt baseball!!

An: This barley has anything abt hot chocolate but I can't believe I haven't wrote for Bruce yet, sorry yall 😭

@finneysbaseball @misalemon1 @nzlikestea @go-on-and-kiss-the-girl @thelorewitch @@iluvblueberrymuffinz

Even on one of the coldest days in Denver there was still a baseball game going on.

Sure, the uniforms were altered a bit having the players wear long sleeves under their uniform shirts instead but other than that they were freezing and just ready for the game to be over.

You were up to pitch against Bruce Yamada, someone you had grown to know very well from past games, even getting to talk with him outside of the sport.

The two of you had a weird friendship if you would even call it that, always taunting the other during the game just to throw them off, giving slick comments to the other as the teams switched sides, playful pushes or particularly aggressive throws. It was all in good fun.

"Throw a good one this time, [L/n]!" He shouted and you rolled your eyes, chuckling under your breath.

"I'll throw you a good one, Yamada. Just make sure to actually hit it this time, yeah?"

The two of you stared at each other before you inhaled softly and stepped back a bit before you threw the ball.

The umpire caught it as Bruce swung a second too late and you smiled smugly.

"Thought you said you were gonna hit it?" You asked, catching the ball back as Bruce shrugged his shoulders.

"I will."

"Then do it."

You threw the ball back and yet again the umpire caught it while Bruce was getting a bit frustrated, a small pout on his face as it started to scrunch up.

"Is it cus' of the snow or are you getting a little mad over there, Yamada?" You teased, drawling out the last few letters of his name and he had shot you a glare before he tapped the bat against the snow covered matt.

You took in a deep breath and threw the ball once more but this time it was followed by the sound of the ball hitting the bat and you quickly snapped your head back to follow the ball.

Your teammate had went to catch it but there was no point since it went over the gate, a home run.

You rolled your eyes trying not to flip Bruce off as he was cockily making his way around the bases, shooting you one of the smuggest smirks ever as he did so.

♡

"Good game, Yamada. But I hope you know we're kickin' your asses next time." You said, keeping a small yet tight grip on his hand as you shook it.

"Oh we'll see about that, [L/n]. Good game."

The teams had parted ways, most kids getting into the warm cars of their parents as they were waiting for them so they wouldn't be left out in the cold for long.

You on the other hand weren't really in a lucky situation, your mother was stuck at work longer than you intended so you were going to be stuck out there for who knows how long.

You pressed you back against the wall as you crossed your arms. You didn't know what to do at the moment since you would usually be able to wait it out but it was pretty cold. You were stuck in your thoughts until a familiar dark blue BMW had pulled up near you.

You glanced up to see Bruce's mom with him in the passenger seat and your brows furrowed in confusion as his mother rolled the window down.

"Is your mom here, sweetheart?"

You gave her a small smile as you shook your head "Afraid not. She might be a while, with work and everything."

She flashed you a bright smile "Well, your welcome to stay over at ours until she can pick you up. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

"Thank you, Mrs.Yamada, but I wouldn't want to intrude." You said, wondering if you could just walk to a gas station close by but it seemed like Bruce's mom wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Oh please, get in the car. You're not intruding in anyway."

You had opened your mouth to protest once more but she had cut you off "And I'll even make hot chocolate for both of you and cookies! How does that sound?"

Now how were you supposed to turn down a sweet deal like that? She had bribed you as easily as that since not even a second later you were in the backseat.

"Thank you, Mrs.Yamada." You said as you were putting on you seatbelt and laying back, enjoying the feeling of the warm a.c in contrast to the freezing weather outside.

"Oh don't thank me, it was Bruce's idea first."

You glanced over at him and he seemed to be avoiding eye contact with you. "Oh? Well, thanks Brucey."

"Do not call me that." He said, turning back to look at you and you tilted your head as the shit-eating grin you had only grew.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll-" He paused, glancing back at his mom who was giving small glances to him before back to the road.

He mumbled something under his breath before he tuned back around and crossed his arms over his chest.

♡

You let out a content sigh as you entered the Yamada's house, it was automatically warm as soon as you stepped in and you stood there for a moment until you were shoved further in her house.

"Ow! Watch it!" You grimaced and he rolled his eyes, shutting the door. "Well then hurry up next time, it's freezing cold and you're just letting in all the old air!"

You had shoved him back and he would've bumped into the door if he hadn't kept himself grounded.

"Doesn't mean you get to shove me!"

"It literally does!"

"Boys! Boys! Enough arguing, what is the matter with the two of you? You two know how to get along. Why can't you?" Mrs.Yamada questioned from the kitchen, shaking her head in disappointment.

"He's always starting it!" You two said in unison, sharing a look at each other before looking back at his mom in the kitchen.

"Bruce, take [Y/n] up to your room while I make your drinks and food. I'll call your mom and tell her you'll be here, okay, [Y/n]?"

You had nodded, following Bruce up the stairs to his room. You looked at the pictures on the wall, pictures of Bruce when he was younger and some where he was really young, like one year old young and you couldn't help but smile a little bit.

As Bruce walked you to his room, your eyes scanned around it and it was pretty typical for someone like him. It was pretty neat with his bed all made and nothing scattered on the floor, he had a bunch of baseball posters all over the wall and a desk in the corner for studying.

Bruce kicked off his shoes and took a seat on his bed, staring at you with furrowed brows as if he were trying to figure something out.

As you were taking off your shoes and placing them next to his, you had glanced back at him "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Shut up." He replied, tossing a pillow at you which you had caught with a chuckle.

You held the pillow, messing with it when you had flipped on the empty space next to him. "Hey, Brucey, Ive got a question."

He punched you in the arm, a little harsher than you had expected and you sucked your teeth in, rubbing where he had punched you. "Ow!"

"I told you not to call me that." He laid back down, staring up at the ceiling. "Whats your question, though?"

"Why'd you ask for your mom to pick me up? I mean, I know you don't hate me, but it's just a little off."

There was a long pause when you had asked that. The room filling with an almost awkward silence before Bruce had started to get out a response.

"Well...uhm...it was just out of niceness. I didn't want you staying out in the cold and then you would've gotten sick and then who am I gonna play against, huh?'"

A smirk started to grow onto your face as you sat up, turning your head to the other boy "So what you're saying is that you care about me and would've missed me if I got sick?"

Bruce's cheeks were starting to heat up and he quickly sat up, shooting a glare at you "That's not what I said at all!"

"That's technically what you said!"

"No its not, you're twisting my words you conceded ass-"

"Boys! Hot coco and cookies are ready!"

And with those few words your little feud had died down, the two of you racing down the stairs to try and get to the kitchen first and Bruce would've pushed you down them if he didn't want his mom to get upset with him.

"Thank you Mrs.Yamada/Mom!"

You both chimed, taking a bit out of the chocolate chip cookies and both letting out satisfied noises. They were just perfect, no surprise there since almost everyone in that small town knew she was an amazing baker.

The hot chocolate had whipped cream and sprinkles on top drizzled with chocolate and caramel drizzle and those vanilla cream sticks place inside of it.

"Why don't you two take your drinks and cookies into the living room and watch a movie, hm? Be careful not to spill any." She said an the two of you nodded, bringing your things into the living room and setting them down before plopping onto the couch.

Bruce grabbed his cup, sipping on it as he watched you pick up the remote, turning on the TV and flipping through the channels and using the other to drink from the Christmas themed mug.

"This is amazing, your mom wouldn't mind if I moved in, would she?" You asked between sips, almost downing the whole cup at this point even though it was still hot.

"I would mind." Bruce said, taking a sip from his drink and you rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to the remote. "What do you wanna watch? There's probably a bunch of Christmas movies on."

He pulled his cup from his face, licking the whipped cream from his top lip. "Uhh, how about one of those creepy claymation Christmas movies?"

You nodded but before you changed the channel you had looked back to Bruce "Uh.. you've got a little..." You pointed to your own cheek, wiping at it and he copied and you had shook your head.

"No- here, let me." You had set the remote down, leaning closer to his face as you had rubbed the whipped cream from his cheek and Bruce stared up at you and feeling his breath hitch before his shoulders started rising and he could practically hear his heart beating against his ribcage.

He felt your thumb rub across his cheek and he pressed himself further into the couch, swallowing that lump in his throat while hoping you weren't noticing how his cheeks were growing red.

"There. God you're such a slob." You said with a chuckle, still looming above him and before he even knew what he was saying the words had slipped from his mouth.

"I like you.."

And then it felt like everything paused. The tv felt drowned out from everything else as he looked at your expression. You were no longer smiling but you didn't seem disgusted or angry with him just kind of shocked from how high your eyebrows were raised and the way your jaw dropped a bit.

"Wait- are you...are you serious? Like you're not playing around?"

He had slowly nodded his head, sitting up as he watched your face change from shock to slight confusion and he found himself growing nervous from your silence.

"Say something.....anything."

"Wow."

"That's it?! Just wow?!"

"Well, the boy I've had a crush on for three years just said he likes me, so I'm trying to take it in."

Bruce had nodded, leaning back against the couch as he avoided eye contact with you but then his brows had furrowed and it was a surprise he didn't get whiplash from how fast he turned his head.

"You've had a crush on me for three years?!"

You took a sip from your drink, wiping the whip cream from your lips as you took a bite from the vanilla cream stick, nodding at the boy.

Bruce pushed you and you had started laughing while he started to punch at your arm "Why didn't you tell me?!"

You had pushed his hands away as he was punching at them. "You were always talking with Donna-"

"About you! I would be talking about you!"

"How was I supposed to know that?! You didn't exactly show any signs you were interested in me in that type of way."

"I didn't even know if you liked boys plus you didn't exactly show any signs either." You replied, taking one of the cookies from the plate an taking a bite.

Bruce bit on the inside of his cheek then picking up his cup, taking a sip from it as his eyes glanced from the tv before back to you. "So what does that make us now?"

"Boyfriends if you want."

He smiled, leaning on your shoulder and placing a quick kiss on your cheek before nuzzling back against you.

"I'd like that.."

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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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You graced us with Rowaelin and their teenage kids... but how about Rowan being the kind of dad that goes beyond to embarrass his kids 😏 in public

As you wish 👀👀

Word count: 1,225

Warnings: dad fads, language

enjoy!!

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"Oh my god!" Lana cried, shoving through the garage door with her face flaming bright red. "Why do you do these things?!"

"I don't have any idea what you mean, honey," Rowan grinned, as proud of himself as he could be.

She gestured broadly at his outfit--collared shirt tucked into cargo shorts, black socks, and Birkenstock sandals. And the baseball cap on his head that fortunately was just one for his favorite team, not the "DAD" one he'd threatened to purchase. "I told you to look presentable and you do this??"

"I'm perfectly presentable!" he protested, smirking. "I'm the portrait of a dad, as I should be!"

She rolled her eyes, the expression so much like Aelin's that it made him stop in his tracks for a moment. "You're so damn cringey, Dad." She didn't give him a chance to respond before she stormed up the stairs and slammed her door behind her.

Rowan sighed, removing his hat and kicking off the sandals. Gods, who the hell thought wearing black socks and sandals was a good idea?

"Guess you're not old enough to know," his wife teased.

He turned sharply to find Aelin sitting atop one of the barstools at their kitchen counter. "Shit, did I say that out loud?"

"You did indeed," she laughed, "dad."

His nose crinkled. "Fireheart, I love you, but please never call me that ever again."

She smirked. "Hey, you go out of your way to embarrass your kids, I get to go out of mine to embarrass you."

"Fair enough," he grumbled, conceding.

"Speaking of that..." She arched one brow at him.

"What?"

"Ro." Aelin hopped off the stool and came to stand in front of him. "Do you ever think you go a bit too far?"

"Uh..." He rubbed his fingers through his hair. "No?"

"Buzzard." She gave him her Mom Look. "Lana's sixteen, she's very concerned with needing to fit in, and you blaring your dad presence to the world might be amusing to yourself, but not to her."

Rowan sighed. "Why do you have to be right?"

"It's my job." She pressed a kiss to the corner of his jaw. "Now go apologize to your daughter and promise not to do that in public."

"...And then he showed up like that and I wanted to crawl into the fuckin' floor and die!" Lana groaned, sprawled out on her bed.

"He does that all the damn time," Bran agreed, her fourteen-year-old brother sitting in her beanbag chair. "Gods, it's like every time he comes to pick me up from practice he's got the window rolled down and he's yelling 'I'M HERE FOR MY SON!' and I want to punch something."

Lana snorted. "I mean, it was funny when we were younger, but now? It's just--"

"Stupid," Bran agreed.

"Exactly." She rolled her eyes at him. "I guess it's kind of adorable in a way, but I don't think we'll appreciate that until we go off to college and he sends us pics of him wearing the dad hat we know he's gonna get."

"Why d'you think I wanna go to college far away?" Bran muttered.

"Cause you want to be Mr. Independent," his older sister teased.

He scowled. "Shut up."

"I'm not being rude, B, just honest." She tossed a small pillow at him, affectionately. "Besides, if and when you end up getting recruited--yeah, I know it's your dream--it'll probably be to somewhere pretty far from Orynth."

"Yeah." His expression went distant for a moment. "But that's far off, I don't need to think about it so much."

"Look who's all mature now," Lana snickered.

Bran threw the pillow back at her. "Someone has to be."

"You little shit!" she exclaimed, swatting him with the pillow.

He dodged so it only hit his shoulder and grabbed another of her many pillows, landing a soft hit to her shoulder. "I'm not wrong!"

"I'm the oldest and the most mature, boys don't get mature until they're 26," she returned smugly. "Even then, y'all are still idiots."

"Shut up!" he retorted, the great teenage default answer.

She giggled and was halfway through squishing his face between the two pillows when there was a knock on her door.

"Who's there?"

"It's Dad."

She gestured at Bran. "Go on, I'm gonna have to talk to Dad." She faced the door again. "Okay, come in."

Bran left the room as Rowan walked in, looking ever so slightly sheepish. "Hey, Lana."

"What do you need?" She tried her very best to keep from snapping.

Her father sat down on the edge of her bed. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you."

Lana folded her arms across her chest, not yet willing to forgive and forget. "Dad, do you even try to realize that I'm not a little kid anymore?"

Rowan had the grace not to respond, allowing her to spill out what she needed to tell him.

"I'm never going to hear the end of this from my friends!" Lana's voice shook. "Dad, I'm finally getting to start going places on my own, I'm finally getting to feel more grown up, and I wanted to bury myself in the floor and die. You can't just show up at the mall and do that!" She flicked a tear off her cheek. "All my friends were laughing at me! And now they'll never shut up about it and I'll be the new joke!" Angrily, she faced him. "And it's your fault."

He let her words sink in for a moment before replying. "I'm sorry, Alanna. I really am." He cleared his throat. "I, uh, you're right, I can't just show up like that. Honey, I forget how you're growing up so fast, because you're my firstborn, my first baby, and if parents had our way, our kids would stay little forever."

"But we don't."

"But you don't," Rowan agreed, "and I...I guess I've just blocked myself from seeing how grown up you are, Lana."

She sighed. "Well, I'm gonna be driving myself around in a couple of months, so you'd better get used to the idea."

He shuddered, chuckling. "Yeah, I don't know how my parents ever got used to their kids driving themselves around, I'm terrified."

She laughed softly, coming to sit next to her father and lean into his side. "Please just promise me that you'll stop dressing like that."

"All right, I promise." He looped his arm around her. "That outfit was probably the worst thing I've worn since being in a frat in college."

"God, I do not need to hear about that!" Lana protested, shivering. "I hear way too much about it already from Uncle Aeds and Uncle Lorcan."

"Those little shits," Rowan grumbled affectionately.

His daughter snickered. "Thanks, Dad."

"Of course." He ruffled her hair. "I really am sorry, Lana. I'm the real grownup, I should think before I do something stupid."

"How the hell did Mom let you out of the house?" Lana asked, genuinely curious to know.

Rowan smirked. "She didn't see me leaving."

"Of course she didn't," Lana sighed, her tone and posture an exact replica of Aelin's disappointed stance.

It made Rowan jolt--gods, she was exactly like her mother. "Stop growing up so fast," he mumbled, unexpectedly a little emotional.

She huffed a laugh, her mouth curving up into a half-grin. "Don't think I can, dad."

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juniormint1125 · 2 years

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A Beautiful Landscape - Lee Jihoon

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A Beautiful Landscape

Lee Jihoon x Reader

The end of the semester was always hectic, but three things had made this last term chaotic. First, I had begun working on a research project that was proving to be the death of me. I had never imagined there would be so much controversy surrounding Neolithic pottery. Then, I had moved into my own apartment after living with the same circle of friends since undergrad. The peace and quiet I had dreamed of felt unexpectedly lonely. Lastly, I had met someone who had changed my life, quite literally running into him when I least expected it. A few weeks into the project, I had been at my wit’s end, searching for a physical copy of the book I was certain was the answer to the question my research team had been stumbling over for days. Even with everything I had access to as a professor, I had only been able to find snippets of the information I needed. Well over seven hours into a final effort to find my elusive source, the sun was creeping over the horizon, beginning to glare on my laptop screen. Just one more site, I told myself. If I can’t find it, then I’ll give up.

I clicked on a link for the online catalog of an obscure bookstore. Crossing my fingers, I reminded myself not to get excited. Nothing so far had managed to pan out. And I am not that lucky. Scrolling through page after page of books I had never heard of made my fingers were numb. I wiggled them to try and bring back some circulation. While stretching, I knocked my mouse off the desk. I reached down to pick it up, accidentally clicking the button. “Damn it!” I yelled, looking at the screen. How the hell had I managed to lose the results I had been sifting through? I decided to give searching a rest. Moving to close the window, something familiar caught my eye. Under the heading of “Special Collections” was the book I was looking for! I had to be dreaming. I frantically looked for to find how to find the book. At the bottom of the page was the store’s address. It sounded familiar. That street was only about a ten-minute walk from my apartment! I looked at the clock. If I hurried, I would have enough time to shower and grab something to eat before the store opened. I wanted to be there when the doors were unlocked. I wasn’t taking any chances. After a quick shower, I felt refreshed. I might be able to make it a few more hours before collapsing. I was now running on adrenaline from the excitement of finding the book. I was about to head out the door when my phone rang. It was the research team leader. I thought about rejecting the call, but I knew he would just call again until I picked up. I was short as he drug me through the same questions that I had answered a million times in the last few days. He asked if I had found the manuscript. “Actually,” I chirped, “I may have. I’m on my way now to check out a lead. So, I really need to go.” I looked at the time. I had already missed the opening, so I needed to hurry. I flew out the door and sped down the hall. I was certain my luck would run out and somehow, I would lose the priceless manuscript. I was distracted looking for an employee and didn’t see the stack of books by the entrance until I was falling. My embarrassing descent was slowed when I crashed into another of the bookstore’s customers.

I threw out my hands to catch myself, but it was too late. I landed on top of him, hovering inches from the bill of his navy-blue baseball cap. I scrambled to my feet, my entire body burning crimson. Standing upright, I apologized.

“It’s okay,” he said, dusting off his jeans. “Accidents happen.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” I babbled as I bent to pick up the sheet music scattered on the floor.

He chuckled as he knelt beside me. “It was definitely a little awkward.”

“God, I am so sorry,” I repeated, putting the music back in the bin. “Sometimes I’m a little…oblivious…to my surroundings.”

“It’s really okay,” he smiled.

An employee appeared from behind a nearby bookshelf. I apologized once more and excused myself. I needed to find the book. Once I had it in my hands, I was elated. I would finally be able to get a full night’s sleep!

In my state of delighted relief, I had forgotten about my earlier embarrassment. Then I found myself standing at the counter beside the same man I had pummeled. He was speaking with another employee, holding a sizeable stack of music. I studied his face as I shoved my change into my purse. He had been shockingly kind despite my clumsiness, and I hadn’t even bothered to look him in the eyes. I had been too embarrassed. I flinched as he turned in my direction. His deep brown eyes disappeared as he smiled, and tiny dimples appeared above his mouth.

“Uh…hello again,” I stuttered. “I really am so sorry about earlier.”

He laughed and told me again not to worry. As he turned to go, I blurted out, “Can I buy you a cup of coffee to make up for it?”

I scolded myself. What the hell was I doing? He had just been courteous. Now, he probably wanted to get as far away from me as possible.

To my surprise he agreed. I felt elated. Something about him was comfortable and calming.

As we saw more of each other, we easily fell into a routine. His good morning texts awaited me when I woke up and every evening, as I wished him good night, I reminded him not to stay up too late working. Friday nights were movie nights and Saturdays were for breakfast in bed.

Our routine was disturbed when he started preparing for the first comeback since we started dating. Face to face meetings were replaced by Facetime and movie nights turned into “I’m sorry, I can’t make it” texts. I had fallen in love with Jihoon’s passion for music, so I disguised my disappointment with homemade cookie deliveries to the practice room. Each time Jihoon would pull me aside and wrap me in his arms. He’d whisper his thanks, and each time, he’d be pulled from my arms by a member’s call back to practice.

It was lonely, but the quiet moments we spent in each other’s arms when he finally crawled into bed at dawn made everything worth it. To the outside world, he was blunt, unemotional, and unapproachable. But when he lay in my arms, with the rising sun streaming through the windows, he laid his heart out.

My sunrise Jihoon was soft and gentle. His words were caring and full of gratitude for my presence in his life. He never held back his feelings, telling me I was his safe space. He shared his worries, his frustrations, and his glee, always asking for and thoughtfully considering my opinions.

When he had cleared his mind and healed his heart, he would wrap his strong, steady arms around me and let his passion free. He was a gentle lover who took his time making sure I was always satisfied first. But, sometimes, when he returned from a particularly stressful day, undercurrents of a rougher, more dominant Jihoon would swirl to the surface. I was dying to test the waters and be utterly ruined.

Despite his openness during our sunrise cuddles, Jihoon was still shy when it came to our sex life. He was unrestricted in his interests, but hesitant to make the first move. When he did work up the courage to say something, he would blush and stutter. His flustered disposition was adorable to me, but he hated his embarrassment and inability to speak freely. So, I had learned, through close observation and slowly pushing limits, how to make him comfortable while giving him the utmost pleasure.

So, for a while, I had been testing him, doing little things that would be unobvious, to gauge his reaction. A webpage “accidentally” left open on our home computer. A magazine article I just happened to come across while he had been leaning over my shoulder. A new skirt, just shy of appropriate, hanging in the closet next to his favorite hoodie. A matching lingerie set in his favorite color that I somehow left lying on the bed after I put the laundry away. I dropped a thousand hints and waited for him to take the bait. He might be quiet and shy, but inside his mind, I knew the wheels always turned a thousand miles a minute.

The winter term was ending, and the culmination of my research project was close. I was absorbed with work, not always reachable. The “Did you eat?” and “How did you sleep?” texts started to come more frequently and the time he waited for my reply became increasingly smaller. It wasn’t like him to be clingy, but it seemed the less time I was available, the more passive aggressively he sulked.

Things started to slow down for both of us, and we finally managed to secure a few consecutive free hours that we could spend together. So, I laid all my cards on the table. I put on the matching lingerie in his favorite color that I hadn’t yet worn. I zipped up the less than appropriate skirt that had been hanging beside his hoodie. I refreshed the spicy amber perfume that drove him crazy and swiped on a glossy shade of crimson lipstick. If he doesn’t let go now, I thought, he never will.

I could feel his gaze burning through me as soon as he spotted me in the coffee shop. He was running late, so we decided to meet there. I had already ordered his favorite and it was delivered as he sat down beside me. His hand came to rest on my thigh, and he kissed my cheek to say hello. I noticed how firm his grip was as he asked me about my day.

“Will you go to the studio with me?” he asked as I finished my second cup of coffee.

“Ji!” I whined. “This is supposed to be a date night. No work.”

“Please?” he pouted. “There’s something I want you to hear. It’s not really work, I promise.” He ran his thumb across my knuckles, making me shudder.

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes. “I’ll give you five minutes.”

He helped me with my coat and as we exited into the cool night air, I shivered.

“Are you cold?” he asked. I nodded. He took off his scarf and wrapped it around my neck. “Maybe you should have worn something that covered a little more skin,” he grumbled as he took my hand.

I smirked. So, he had noticed. HIs studio was warm and inviting. He led me over to the desk, handing me the headphones. He sat down at the keyboard, and I stood beside him, my heart exploding to see him living his passion.

A slow beat began playing quietly in the headphones. It was beautiful. Every song Jihoon wrote was amazing, but this one was ethereal. The notes flowed from the headphones, washing over me like the voices of angels. I couldn’t believe how talented he was.

From behind, I felt the warmth of fingertips trailing the inside of my thighs. Powerful hands gripped my waist. A firm, easily recognizable pressure bore down on my back. I took off the earphones.

“What do you think?” His gruff voice echoed in my ear.

“It’s hard to say,” I teased. Nails dug into my skin. “Did you just start working on this?”

Roughly, he spun me to face him. He planted his hands on either side of me, and leaning in, forced me backwards with each inch of space he annexed. Devilry glinted in his umber-colored eyes.

“No, I didn’t,” he growled.

“Oh,” I replied, feigning ignorance. “It just sounds a little…raw.”

Jihoon inclined his body closer until I could feel the solidity of each muscle igniting the entire length of my torso. His voice was dark and laced with passion as he whispered in my ear.

“I’ll show you what raw sounds like.”

Internally, I was having a full-fledged victory celebration. My clever boo had taken every one of the puzzle pieces I had left him and fit them together to create a beautiful landscape neither one of us had visited, except in our dreams. I raised an eyebrow, challenging him to prove his declaration.

His lips crashed into mine as he forcefully lifted me onto his desk. Prying my legs apart, he pushed my barely there skirt over my thighs.

“Don’t ever let me catch you wearing this again,” he warned. His hands slid roughly inside my skirt, kneading the skin of my thighs. “This is mine and no one else gets to see any part of it.”

I gasped at the feral tone his voice had found. I was certain that he could feel the wetness soaking through my panties as he held his grip on me. I still had one more test for him.

“Okay,” I replied nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders. I looked away from him and waited to see how he’d respond.

He gripped my chin, pulling me back to face him. He slid my panties to the side and my dripping core allowed him to easily thrust two fingers inside. My back arched and I moaned loudly as he commanded.

“You answer with ‘sir’ only.”

A huge smile spread across my lips as I responded. “Yes, sir.”

He smiled shyly back at me and tucked my hair behind my ear, stepping out of character for a split second. I understood what his smile was telling me.

“I love you too,” I whispered.

His soft smile faded, replaced by a menacing grin. I was reminded that his fingers were still inside as they began to barrel in and out of me. His other hand firmly cradled my neck. Then he was back, whispering in my ear. His voice was raspy and sent chills down my spine.

“Every part of you belongs to me. And right now, I want to see what’s mine.” He tugged on the collar of my shirt. “Take these off. Slowly.”

Withdrawing his fingers, he took his place back in the chair. His eyes were dark with lust as he waited for his directions to be followed. Jumping down from the desk, I turned away from him. Reaching behind me, I unzipped my skirt, sliding it past my hips, so that it would fall to the floor. Bending over, I heard a hum of approval. Before I could stand back up, his hands grabbed my ass roughly.

“Next time you buy lingerie,” he growled, “I choose.”

“Yes, sir,” I cooed sweetly, standing upright, turning to face him. His satisfaction was clear, so I continued my show. Slowly, I began unbuttoning my blouse.

“My angel is so beautiful,” he praised me.

“Thank you, sir.” I smiled, coming to the last button. I reached to slide the shirt from my shoulders, but he stopped me.

“Let me,” he ordered. As his hands slid the fabric from my arms, his lips trailed kisses in its wake. His teeth nipped the inside of my arm. “Mine,” he declared.

Sitting back down in his chair, he motioned for me to continue. I reached behind to unfasten my bra, dragging out the process of sliding the straps form my shoulders. Looking him in the eye, I hooked my thumbs under the band of my panties. Inch by inch, I slid them down. Taking them in my hand, I tossed them in Jihoon’s direction. He snatched them from the air, putting them to his nose and inhaling the scent of my arousal. Eyes never leaving mine, he groaned, then rose from the chair to join me.

With one hand wrapped firmly around my waist, he used the other to spread my legs. I heard his hum of satisfaction as he slid one finger up the length of my folds. I could see my wetness, slick on his finger, as he put it to his mouth, sucking slowly.

“Delicious,” he moaned. He stood back, eying my nakedness, but making no further moves.

“Please Ji,” I whispered a minute later.

“Please, sir,” he corrected me.

“Please, sir,” I repeated.

“Please, sir, what?” He drew out his words, each one making my core throb.

“Please touch me, sir,” I begged.

“Where do you want me to touch you, angel?” He teased, running his fingertips down my naked side.

“I want you to touch my clit,” I whined. His fingers traced circles around my nipples, and I could barely concentrate to form my words. I was becoming an incoherent mess under his touch.

“Here?” he asked. His thumb landed on my clit, drawing small circles around the already hardening bud. My eyes closed and I nodded my head furiously.

“I can’t hear you, angel.” His tone was a warning as his thumb stilled.

“Yes, sir, there,” I mewled. I was falling apart under his authority. I had never come that fast in my life, but I was so close already to reaching my high. He could tell I was by the way my body tensed.

He leaned in and whispered. “I want to hear you when you come, angel. Don’t hold back.” I was dangling on the precipice of ecstasy and his next words pushed me over the edge. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“Jihoon,” I cried as my orgasm washed over me. He gradually slowed his movements as I rode out my high. I felt as if I would collapse in his arms, but his grip on my waist held me firmly upright.

“So beautiful,” he cooed as he kissed my forehead. His tenderness was over in a second as he spun me around. I heard rustling as he unfastened his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He rubbed the tip of his cock against my wetness without hesitating.

“Now,” he roared, “I’m going to take what’s mine.” With his last word, he rammed his length into me, slamming my pelvis against the desk with each thrust. His nails were again digging into the flesh of my waist, the pain registering as pure pleasure.

As my moans grew louder, his pace increased. He grunted with each drive. He only did that when he was agonizingly turned on, needing to come for relief. So, I was surprised when he stopped abruptly, whipping me around again. His actions were savage, but his look was tender. He was still my Jihoonie, no matter what had been unlocked inside him.

“Look at me while I come inside you,” he ordered. He thrust back inside, continuing the pace he had set moments ago. I held his stare, never looking away as he reached his climax. It was the most intimate moment we had shared. He rode out his final throes of passion and sighed.

“I love you,” he whispered, his eyes still locked on mine. I smirked and pulled him close, burying my face in his neck.

“I love you too, Jihoonie.” I could feel his smile against my hair as I whispered.

“Sir.”

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