#fun fact you can run past these as fast as you can and they pick up your speed

[redclercs]

DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

ix. i'm so sick of running as fast as i can

— the one where they painted you out to be bad (so it's okay that you're mad).

warnings: fair warning you're going to be pissed, foul language, this one has more media between text and it's a little long. 2.3k words (+articles and a very long youtube thing!!)

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By Alana Blake

YOU read it here first, friends. #YNCHARLES is still going strong even after the mess y/n found herself in during the Spanish Grand Prix weekend.

Rumor had it that after y/n's declarations where she said 'it was not serious' and 'she was just having fun', the Monegasque heartthrob dumped her immediately. This was fueled by the fact that we didn't see any pictures of them together during such weekend.

But sources have come to the rescue, letting us all know they're not broken up! "They talk every day for hours," our source said, "Both are still trying to keep it fun but more lowkey after everyone found out about the cheating."

RELATED: Victoria Presley's top five beauty hacks.

You would think that after a partner refers to you as a 'toy', dumping them is the best course of action, but apparently that doesn't apply to Mr. Leclerc who has "nothing but good things to say about y/n".

"He's excited to see her in New York before the Canada Grand Prix, they have it all planned out since she has her apartment back." The source added.

One thing is for sure, if we see y/n at the next Grand Prix, that's the big confirmation that they are together, since they blew their Elix cover by forcing them to end the contract.

SEE ALSO:

→ Victoria Presley's inauguration after party at the Grand Havana Room, you just had to be there.

→ Taylor Swift defends y/n y/ln: ''All of you have learned nothing!"

→ Aidan Kim on Charles Leclerc: "Never heard of him until my girlfriend cheated on me"

𝙂𝙊𝙏 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝘼𝙔? 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙒!

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Anonymous – 4 hr ago

They're both so shameless! and charles was liking tweets saying they were friends like he could really trick us.

kollhha – 3 hr ago

I hate her, Charles dump her ass for the love of god.

adriennewells – 40 min ago

no but seriously what is it about y/n that has men brainwashed?

Anonymous – 10 min ago

They WOULD be cute together, i don't think they're dating though.

June 10th, Los Angeles, California

You fit your life for the past months into two suitcases, and a carry on. Your room at Vic's house is messy and it feels strangely empty without your discarded shoes and dirty laundry on the floor. But it's time to go, you cannot impose your presence in this enormous house anymore. You have felt like an intruder since you started traveling to Formula 1 and coming back every week like this is your hotel and not your best friend's home.

"Are you really going back to New York?" Vic asks from behind you, voice low with sadness.

"Yes, Vic, I have to." you sigh, turning to meet her. She's dressed up in her fucsia workout gear, holding a light ring in her left hand and her phone in the right. Your flight leaves in the evening and you were hoping to have a meal with Vic before parting to the airport, but it looks like she's all booked.

"No you don't," she argues, entering the room. "Hollywood is here, y/n why do you need to go back to New York? You're an actress!"

You feel like a lot of things, except for an actress right now.

"I don't think Hollywood wants me right now, Vic," you say, going back to the unmade bed to lie down. You asked the cleaning lady if she could leave your room for last so you could finish picking your stuff up, and she agreed gently. "Plus, I really miss New York."

"y/n you haven't even visited my store, you can't go!" Vic's tone changes in octave, and it's not her whiny 'please don't do this' tone you're so used to. "I asked you for ONE favor and you're running to New York and you can't do even just that?"

"Woah, Vic, what the fuck?" you use your elbows as support to lean up and look at her. "Calm down. It's okay." you know her tantrum comes from the fact that she truly believes you could boost her beauty line sales and make her store a 'hot spot'. And it would work, for the wrong reasons. You don't want Vic being dragged down into this mess too. Mati and Charles are enough casualties.

"NO IT'S NOT!" Victoria is full-on yelling now, the light ring has been tossed aside. "I have given everything you've asked from me in the past months since your life started falling apart. I think I deserve something in return."

You ignore the bite of her words. She's angry, which is understandable to some level. She doesn't mean it, right? That she always expected something in return.

"Vic, listen, I know how important your store is to you. But I promise you, you don't want the attention I'm bringing to anyone close to me right now."

"Oh, so you're doing this for my own good now?" she scoffs, ponytail flying in the air as she turns around. "Are you fucking Charles Leclerc for his own good too? Or do men's reputations don't matter?" she spits.

You halt completely, halfway out of the mattress. "What did you say?"

"Oh, please y/n. You really want me to believe you don't want to be seen with me to 'protect me'" she throws the quotations in the air, "And yet you went on your pretty vacation with that bitch Matilde, and you talk to fucking Charles Leclerc every day!"

"Victoria, stop," your brain is a mix of anger, sadness and confusion. You’re having trouble catching up to the where the conversation is going. "That was different, Vic. In case you haven't noticed, things can't stop getting worse. My life is not good right now." You choke on the last words, because it's the first time you say such things out loud. You have never been more miserable.

Victoria scoffs yet again, and it’s a tear in your heart. She's really not backing off. "Of course your life isn't good y/n wah, wah. You have money and beauty and a pilot boyfriend, it sucks so much to be you!"

"Why are you so bothered about it? Why is Charles the main problem here?" you wipe the tears from your cheeks, scratching the skin with one of your rings. "Why the fuck are you acting like this?"

Everything was alright this morning at breakfast, when you reminded her you were leaving and your luggage was almost done. When you thanked her for taking you in and told her you could never really repay her support.

"Because you get everything you want all the time!" Victoria stomps to you, her face inches away when she stops. "You always get what you want no matter what. It didn't even matter that I said you view him as a fucking piece of meat! He still went after you."

The world moves in slow-motion as her words cascade on you. Your lungs close and your throat tightens again, and you want to fight the panic attack because you just know Victoria is not going to help you. How could she? If she's the one who betrayed you.

"How–Why–" you stutter, the hem of your shirt on your fist. You can fight this. "How could you do this to me?"

Victoria finally comes to the realization of what she let out, and covers her mouth. "y/n no– look–"

"Who told you about the ring?" your jaw is locked and you're trying not to lose focus. "How could you tell them about the ring?!"

"How could you not tell ME?! I'm your fucking best friend, you bitch!" she's raising her voice again, her surprise pushed aside because you're still fighting. "I had to find out through Aidan, months later."

The Cannes party. Of course.

You thought about asking her about it. Telling her it hurt you that she hung out so happily with Aidan when he was the reason you arrived at her house one night in February, frightened, sad, and confused. But you didn't because you trusted her. You would have trusted Victoria with your life at some point.

"It really is you, then," tears are streaming down your face again.

You feel stupid because only yesterday, in another rage-scroll through Twitter, you noticed people were already making theories about how it was Victoria who was selling information about you. And you felt so offended, how could they think your best friend would do that to you?

"How could you, Victoria? How could you make all that shit up?"

You talked to Victoria about the articles. You cried and told her you were sorry you didn’t let her in on the failed proposal, it was something you were still processing and couldn’t bring yourself to talk about, still wondering if it had been a mistake every now and then. You told her how sorry you felt to Charles because he just wanted to hang out with you—to be friends with you—and people marked him down as a home wrecker when he had nothing to do with it.

“It was definitely Mia though, wasn’t it?” She said as she rubbed your back and passed the box of tissues to you. “She always hated you, so weird. It was like she loved Aidan in a fucked up way.” Victoria even shuddered exaggeratedly, trying to make you laugh.

“Yeah I’m sure it was Mia, Aidan just won’t admit it.” You let her wipe your tears and smooth your hair down. Nobody could convince you that your ex-sister-in-law didn’t run to People and spewed shit. It was the most logical conclusion that Aidan was protecting his little sister.

This had been three days ago, she lied and made fun of you, to your face.

"So now I'm a liar? You are fucking Charles Leclerc! Or what, you expect me to believe all you do is hold hands and peck each other's cheeks?"

Again with Charles, it infuriates you.

"You told the press I'm a cheater! And I am NOT with Charles, God you're so stupid!"

"How would I know whether it's true or not? You never tell me anything anymore, do you? You don't care about me! I'm your best friend. I deserve to be your priority!"

"You deserve to rot in hell, you lying bitch." you don't even raise your voice anymore, "How could I ever love you?"

Victoria laughs, and your heart finally shatters. "I would do it again, y/n, because it's what you forced me to do."

The apartment is a mess, and you know it's on purpose. Your clothes are everywhere, the dirt from the plants you kept on the balcony is all over the floor, the coffee table is broken and your room looks like a hurricane passed through. Your coffee maker and your Specialty coffee both lie on the floor of the kitchen, and there is a horrible smell coming from the fridge. Aidan hasn't been gone long enough for things to rot to that extent, especially because every appliance is plugged in.

You don't want to look at the rest of the house, or your belongings. All you do is lean down to pick up your Moka pot, and make time to think, but you're unable to stand straight again. It's like the pain is pulling you down. How did your life become this?

A ruined apartment, a rejected engagement and a backstabbing best friend are things that happen in the movies. You would know. This wasn't supposed to happen to you.

Crying in that ruined kitchen, holding a Moka pot like it's your greatest treasure and not some piece of trash that you will never be able to use anymore, you get angry, furious. Because this is not your life and it was never supposed to be. And it's about time you start doing something about it.

You are sick of running. Of having people question you for not 'defending' yourself when you have no reason to be attacked in the first place. Relationships die, and yours had been past its time to be buried. Saying no is not a crime. And it never will be.

Victoria had burned her own thread with you in the worst way possible because you didn't make her the only person in your life. And you had overlooked every time you felt used by her, unloved, and tossed aside. Friends can break your heart too, and Victoria had ripped yours out of your chest.

Nobody has to tell you who you are, because you know. And you are nothing of what you've let tabloids, netizens and reporters say. You cannot keep running and you cannot keep hiding, and though you wish you had understood that earlier. It's never too late to pick yourself up.

Mildred and Walter are going to be pissed, but their advice was that you remained lowkey for however long it took Hollywood to get their next big scandal. Weeks, months, years.

And you're not about to scurry away into darkness like a rat.

FROM “JUST WATCH THIS” POSTED IN Y/N Y/LN'S YOUTUBE CHANNEL POSTED JUNE 12TH

[y/n,minute 01:30]: ❝...So I've finally decided to come here and tell you everything that has been happening for the past months. It's the truth, but whether you believe it is a personal choice.❞

[y/n,minute 05:56]: ❝It was a three-year dead-end relationship. You cannot, and should not, have a future with someone who laughs at your dreams, and tells you how you should behave and how to look to exalt him.❞

[y/n, minute 07:15]: ❝I said no. And I have not regret it for one second. I didn't tell anyone because I respect Aidan, although I don't think that is reciprocal by now.❞

[y/n, minute 10:01]: ❝I never cheated on him, and I know the source of those rumors. It breaks my heart to know that someone I trusted made up stuff about myself, and a part of my life that was so important to me. I am not telling you who it was, however, I will take legal action against them if the defamation continues.❞

[y/n, minute 14:54]: ❝Aidan decided to tell this person about our failed engagement, and I do not know if his intention was that this all became public. But I wish he'd been mature enough to handle it privately, like the adults we both are.❞

[y/n, minute 16:59]: ❝I started attending Formula 1 races because of an Ambassador contract I held with Elix until three days ago, when they decided to rescind it.❞

[y/n, minute 18:07]: ❝That's where I met both Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz, back in April. Since they are the drivers for Ferrari, we spent a lot of time in the same place, which led to us becoming friends.❞

[y/n, minute 19:04]: ❝Charles Leclerc is my friend and we are not romantically involved, I urge you to stop making stuff up about him too. He never messed with my past relationship, we did not know each other.❞

[y/n, minute 21:55]: ❝When all of this started, I believed—naively— that it could just die down on its own. I am an actress. I was not only 'Aidan Kim's girlfiend' and I am not only his ex-girlfriend now. I am y/n y/ln.❞

[y/n, minute 23:31]: ❝I should have spoken sooner. I should have shut everything down the moment I started feel miserable and out of control. But I also know, I was being crucified so badly because I am a woman.❞

[y/n, minute 26:00]: ❝You have made me feel miserable and anxious, I have suffered from panic attacks and sleepless nights. And I'm not saying this to make you all feel bad and regretful, because the one thing you lack the most is empathy.❞

[y/n, minute 28:45]: ❝But I want you all to think that, if it had been the other way around and Aidan hadn't wanted to marry me, you would have said 'he wasn't ready' and you would have let him move on and find "The One" in peace.❞

[y/n, minute 31:35]: ❝If it was Timothee Chalamet—whom I also have a deep appreciation for—doing RomComs and nothing more, you would call it 'his specialty' and never question his talent.❞

[y/n, minute 33:17]: ❝If I was a man, this wouldn't have killed my reputation.❞

[y/n, minute 36:21]: ❝I will not remain quiet anymore while you step on me and diminish my work. I do not owe anything to Aidan Kim except for the drama the past months have brought me.❞

[y/n, minute 38:11]: ❝I'm going to focus on the future. And I am well aware this will be continue to be a topic of conversation, but I am not scared anymore. Because I know who I am and who I can count on.❞

[y/n, minute 40:12]: ❝If it weren't for my fans, who have been fighting my battles so hard, I wouldn't be here either. They're here for me, and I can never repay such pure love.❞

[y/n, minute 42:22]: ❝If you watched up to here, I'm sure you're wondering whether you should believe all of this, and like I said, it's all up to you❞

[y/n, minute 44:50]: ❝I will not be speaking about Aidan Kim again, so I ask you to refrain from asking about him. It's all been said and done, and I'm eager to move on.❞

[END]

You are looking at the all the comments.

aidanbabes WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH EVEN ON

flowerbedkim Oh so now Aidan forced her to be with him? Bullshit. You are never saving your lying ass y/n, fuck you!!!!!

thatbitch123 You are absolutely right y/n if you were a man this wouldn’t have happened it's so sad

ynbabes2 my queen i waited for you to speak for so long!!! WE HAVE TO MOVE ON FROM THIS

leclercstar you all have made this girl's life absolute hell, i hope you never find peace!! I'm glad she's friends with Charles and Carlos.

presleyvibes wait and you thank people but not Vic who let you stay at her house? you're an ungrateful bitch

albstappen I saw her pic with Lily Muni and I just knew she was one of the good ones

ynmybeloved EVERY TONGUE THAT RISES AGAINST YN SHALL FALL

kim41d4an IT'S YOUR WORD AGAINST AIDAN'S YOU CHEATING WHORE

June 12th, SoHo, New York.

You are trying to clean the mess around you as best you can. And although you could call someone to help you, sweeping and scrubbing keeps you busy and distracted. The first message you received after posting the video was from Mati a 'proud of you xx, tell me all about it later please!' text that made you take your first deep breath of the afternoon. You made an appointment with a doctor first thing in the morning, you want the panic to go away, you need it to.

Thoughts of how they're destroying you again, calling you a liar and a whore, swarm your brain and you try to toss them in the trash along with your ruined Dolce & Gabbana coat, mysteriously cut up with scissors. You told the truth, and not even the whole of it.

The video is being shown everywhere, you're sure you'll see it tomorrow in Good Morning America where they'll dissect every single move you make and every word that comes out of your mouth.

It's almost 9 pm when you finally stop wiping the apartment down, trying to get rid of every sign that Aidan Kim was ever inside it. It's not true that he paid for the apartment, you picked it yourself and made it a home and then he chose to come and live here, paying the rent once every three to five months. This is your home and you are reclaiming it.

Your phone rings and you take another deep breath before picking it up. Mildred and Walter have resorted to communicate with you through email, so you wonder who it is. Victoria called a few times during the weekend, left voicemails and text messages until you blocked her. Each of them with a new excuse and a more creative way to pin all of what she had done, on you.

It's a FaceTime call from Charles.

"Charlie!" you greet with a smile, before the image of him loads completely. "It's 3 am in Monaco, what the hell are you doing awake?"

Charles shrugs and you notice his bare shoulders, he's shirtless. You're suddenly self-conscious about the way you look. With your hair sticking up from the sweat, your greasy face and ragged shirt. It's a silly worry.

"I wanted to talk to you," he says, and you know he's tired. "I saw your video earlier, but I was doing something else."

"Oh, you saw that."

"I'm proud of you y/n, you are brave for speaking your mind like that. I know it must have taken some effort." Charles moves again and you see his chest, he's already in bed.

"Charles, go to sleep, we can talk about this later," you chuckle, heat is rising to your face.

"I wanted to see you y/n, it doesn't matter what time it is. And I really wanted to tell you I'm glad you posted that video."

"Thank you, Charlie. I should have done it sooner."

"The only one who knows what timing is right for you, is yourself."

"Yeah, I guess so." you sigh, you're exhausted too and you blame it more on the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through than deep cleaning your apartment.

"Are you tired?" he asks, suppressing a yawn.

"No more than you," you retort, but can't help yawning as well. It's a scientific fact that yawns are contagious. "Go to sleep, we can talk tomorrow."

You talked yesterday too, and the day before, and you cried so much on the phone again you thought he would eventually hang up until you calmed down. But Charles soothed you through the phone at 1 am Monaco time and told you to let it all out, and listened without interrupting you once how you called Aidan and Victoria every name in the book.

"Fine," Charles says, rubbing his left eye carelessly. "Will you give me a tour of your apartment tomorrow, then?"

"Yes! I finished cleaning it today!"

Charles laughs softly at your excitement. “We’ll talk tomorrow then, just because you need to sleep.”

“Sure I am the sleepy one,” you roll your eyes and Charles smiles, both dimples showing. “Goodnight Charlie, sweet dreams.” The last part you say it in a slightly mocking tone but Charles doesn’t take it as such, smile widening.

“Goodnight soleil,” he says and waits a few seconds for you to react to your newly given nickname before hanging up, anxious but satisfied.

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[desertduality]

HELLO soo I was inspired by @stiffyck and the most recent secret life episode to write some tcd angst set in secret life <33 Enjoy :D

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read there

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Scar, despite all odds against him, does hold his own for a little while. Gem is after him, bloodthirsty and intent, for reasons that Scar doesn’t know. She traps his base, she shoots at him, stabs at him — and he survives it all, up until he doesn’t. There are four of them by then, and they hunt him down and pick him off. And he dies. 

These games are fun, is the thing. They get together and they make silly little groups with playful rivalry’s and eventually someone wins. It’s fun. Scar has fun, usually. 

None of them know about the world he came from. That lonely, ravaged, barren world. The zombies had been everywhere, fast and stubborn. Scar had been young and hurt and alone, and had learned to run on broken legs before he learned how to read. 

It’s been a long time ago, now. The memories sneak up on him far less often than they used to, and he’s better. This though, this thing with Gem and the others, it’s hitting him in places that still hurt; places that will always hurt. 

Scar is fresh off his first death, still reeling from being hunted down, and Cleo and Grian are telling him he can’t stay. 

“You’re not one of us,” Grian says, and they’re just playing a game, but Scar is confused. He’d been invited, hadn’t he? But then Cleo had taken it back. 

“Scar!” Bdubs is a distance behind him, sitting atop a horse and calling his name urgently. “Scar, we need to talk to you.”

Scar goes, and hears whispering behind him, something about zombies and spreading. It makes a bit of nerves flare up in his stomach, but he ignores them. He is far enough removed from the past that hearing the word won’t send him into hysterics. He’s even recovered enough that he can handle the sight of a few zombies, even if his heart rate elevates until they’re gone. He’s better, he is. 

Bdubs takes him back to the others, and they explain to him what’s been going on. It’s Gem’s task to spread the Boogeyman curse, one by one, to everyone. He suddenly feels a little bad for trying to burn the book earlier, because this sounds like a good time. Causing some chaos, killing some people, making each other laugh — it's what they’re all here for. It’s why they play the game.

(There’s a small but persistent inkling of unease living behind his rib cage at the fact that they’re comparing themselves to zombies, to an apocalypse, but he ignores it. It’s not important enough to mention it, and he doesn’t want to ruin everyone’s fun.)

They get Etho, and Gem praises him for it, and Scar tries not to compare the fortress the others are defending to the bunkers he used to raid. His brain still makes the connection, as much as he wishes it didn’t. The memories trickle in slowly, making him more and more on edge as the day goes on. It will be over soon, Scar tells himself. Then he can rest, and go back to being better.

Joel has a zombie spawner to farm XP. Scar has used it, has been inside it. He’d been expecting zombies, then. He doesn’t expect it when Joel throws down sixty-four zombie eggs in a row. 

The thin and fraying thread tying him together snaps.

Everyone is screaming and yelling, running, chasing after Joel. There are zombies as far as he can see, in groups and alone, groaning and gurgling into the night. It fills his ears, wraps itself around his mind like a vice, catapults him back to when he was just a kid, fighting the world with his teeth bared and no one at his back. 

Everything goes fuzzy and distant, the noises muffled beneath his heartbeat and heaving breaths echoing endlessly in his ears. He slows to a stop, chest heaving and eyes wide, skin going cold and numb with terror. Nothing makes sense. Everything is wrong. 

There’s something in his hand, and he looks at it, panicked tears prickling at his eyes. He’s holding a sword, and an anguished, confused noise rips itself from his throat. Where’s his gun? Guns are better, guns are safer; guns mean he doesn’t have to get close. 

The moaning of the undead is growing louder, they’re coming for him, and he stumbles forward with gasping breaths, eyes flitting around wildly as he searches for a place to hide. The ground is filled with craters, zombies in every direction, and he blinks desperately to clear his blurry vision, pushing forward with all the desperate agony of a man living on borrowed time. 

He thinks he hears someone call his name, but it can’t be real, it’s just a memory, it’s just his stupid, persistent hope manifesting itself at the worst possible time. He has to get back to his base, his bunker, but nothing looks familiar, no direction looks like the correct way to go—

He runs anyway, passing by a giant stone statue and weaving around holes in the ground and slashing blindly at anything that looks like it’s moving. He spots a tower in the distance, oddly shaped and oddly colored, but a structure nonetheless, and he runs for it. The zombies are here and they never left and he never left and he runs. 

He only makes it halfway. 

There’s a zombie in one of the craters, and Scar doesn’t see it, is too wrapped up in his tunnel vision, and it grabs at his ankle as he walks by. He hits the ground, hard, his knee hitting first before everything else. He hears a sharp crack, and knows it’s broken. 

He twists his head around wildly, tearing his leg out of the zombies cold grip with a yell of pain, dragging himself out of reach just in time for others to bear down on him. His vision becomes a swirling kaleidoscope of hands and teeth, of skin and claws, and he opens his mouth and screams. 

(He won’t know until later, but everyone near spawn hears it. Everyone hears it, and freezes, and turns to look. It sounds like pure terror, like the final cry of a dying man. None of them will ever forget it.)

He swings his sword wildly, slashing and scrambling to get away, but his knee hurts and they’re pushing him down, he can’t get up—

He hears yelling, distantly, but that still can’t be right, no one else is here, no one else can save him—

Scar rolls to the side, and falls into one of the craters, dirt and pebbles sprinkling down on top of him when he hits the ground with a dull thud. He shouts through clenched teeth as the landing jostles his leg, but still pushes himself up and back until his back hits the solid side of the hole. Grass and dirt is still clinging above him, forming somewhat of an overhang. They can’t attack from directly above. Scar grips his sword in violently shaking hands and waits for the hoards to find him. 

He still hears the voices, but he shouldn’t be hearing voices, he’s alone here, he hasn’t heard a human voice not his own since he was six, and he closes his eyes tightly for a few seconds, willing himself back to reality. Something drops to the ground in front of him, and Scars eyes wrench themselves back open, landing on the shadowed figure of a person coming his way. He has both hands on his sword, and he points it at the approaching zombie. 

It speaks. It says his name. 

“Scar,” the figure says, a deep, frantic concern in their voice. “Are you— What happened? Are you okay?”

The cloud that had been blocking the moon slowly drifts away, and Scar gets a good look at the figure — the person — in front of him. He’s human, he’s alive, and Scar knows him, he knows who it is, but he can’t be here, he’s not supposed to be here. This is the world where Scar is young and alone. No one else belongs here. 

The past and the present collide angrily in his head; he doesn’t know what’s real. He doesn’t even know this person's name. The person is crouching a few feet away, empty hands extended imploringly, worry plain in his eyes. Scar’s eyes catch on his shirt, black with gold accents, and can’t help but think that something’s missing. A letter, he thinks, but can’t quite remember which one. 

It doesn’t matter. He’s not really here. 

He must’ve said some of that out loud, because the man’s face drops, something heartbroken pinching at his eyes. Scar feels bad, and doesn’t know why. 

“I’m here, Scar,” says the man, voice trembling. “I’m real. You’re okay.”

The man is a liar. Scar shakes his head, a trembling exhale shaking his tense frame. The sword remains steady. 

“No,” Scar says, voice strained and breaking. “No, you— you can’t be. Not here.”

“Scar—“

“Stop saying my name,” Scar begs. “I don’t know— I don’t know who you are.”

It’s only half true. He recognizes him, knows he’s a friend, but his brain is rebelling against the very thought that he could exist in a place like this. In the place Scar grew up. No. Everyone was either dead or undead, here. Everyone but Scar. This person with sad eyes and gentle hands does not belong. 

“Impulse!” Another voice is calling down at them, and Scar looks up, catching a glimpse of bright orange curls and mismatched eyes. Nothing makes sense. “Is he okay?”

The man — Impulse — looks at him, and then looks up. He can still hear the zombies, everywhere and far too many. 

“Get Grian,” Impulse says, and the person above them freezes for just a moment, and then disappears. 

Grian, Scar thinks. Another name he knows. Another name that doesn’t make sense to be hearing in a world like this. His mind scrambles, his eyes sting, the zombies groan and shriek above him. Nothing makes sense. 

Grian will, some distant and muted part of him says. 

Grian will. 

—————————

Grian is on top of their cobblestone tower — laughing at the sheer amount of zombies and chaos in the distance — when Gem comes tearing up the slope at high speeds, something frantic and determined in her eyes. 

“No zombies allowed!” Grian calls down, grinning, though it dims when she looks up at him. There is something serious and desperate about her gaze. 

“Grian!” She slides to a stop at the base of their castle, face dotted with sweat and panic. “You need to come with me, something—“

“You’re just going to kill me,” Grian says, confused and faltering. “Why would I—“

“It’s Scar,” Gem interrupts, a harsh concern clipping her words. “He’s— Something’s wrong with him, a zombie got him and he screamed.”

Grian tilts his head. “Scar screams all the time.”

“Not like this,” Gem says, sounding genuinely shaken. “Not like this, Grian, please.”

She doesn’t even have her sword out, standing at the base of their fortress with wild eyes and a desperate plea. Something’s wrong with Scar. Something bad enough that everything else has gone out the window. Gem’s not here asking him to play the game. She’s here begging him to pause it. 

“Okay,” Grian says, a new bubble of panic growing in his chest. “I’m coming, let’s go.”

Gem nods at him when he emerges from the tower, and then she takes off running, leaving Grian with nothing to do but follow. It seems to take forever to get there, weaving around hoards of zombies and craters left over from the wither attack. The other server members are mowing through the hoards with swords and axes, and what seems to be extreme prejudice. They all look a bit shaken. The coil of nervous worry in Grian’s rib cage grows. 

Gem stops them at a random crater, and nods. “Down there,” she says, and then throws herself back into the fray, cutting through any undead limbs that reach for her. The surface is a battlefield. 

Grian drops down, and Impulse turns to look at him, grim concern pressing his lips thin. He looks relieved when he sees him, and Grian looks behind him and realizes why. 

Scar is there, hunched against the wall and shaking like a leaf, sword held in trembling hands and fearful eyes flickering between them. Grian’s stomach drops, and he inhales shakily. Scar looks lost, and so very, very afraid. He’s never seen him like this. 

“It’s the zombies,” Impulse says, quietly. “They set him off somehow, I— He barely recognizes me.”

Grian remembers, distantly, Double Life. Scar had fallen into a pit of zombies, and they had both died that day. He hadn’t quite understood why their shared heart had been beating so fast for so long after; he never knew the reason for Scar’s shell-shocked eyes above his trembling smile when they met back up. He still doesn’t know why, but now he knows for sure. Scar is afraid of zombies. 

“Get rid of them,” Grian says, equally hushed, even though everyone has already started. Impulse just nods, one hand on his sword, and climbs out of the crater. Grian turns to Scar. 

“Scar,” Grian starts, voice carefully relaxed. “You’re safe, okay? We’re getting rid of them.”

Scar shakes his head, moonlight catching on the tear tracks on his face, and Grian aches.

“You can’t be here,” Scar says, turning pleading eyes towards him. “You— You can’t be here.”

Grian gets a little closer, and crouches down, doing his best to appear non-threatening. “Why not, Scar?”

“It’s wrong,” Scar says, sounding all of ten years old, terrified and unsteady. “I’m supposed to be alone, you can’t be here.”

“Why are you supposed to be alone?” 

“It’s just me, it’s always just me,” Scar insists, and then he inclines his head upwards, to where the zombies are still groaning. “Me and them.”

Grian swallows, feeling out of his depth and worried. The only reason Scar would have a reaction like this is if it had once been true. Once upon a time, it really had just been Scar and hoards of zombies. And in Scar’s mind, that’s where he was. He’d never left. Grian’s stomach rolled. 

“We’re not there,” Grian says, still unsure where there was. “We’re in Secret Life, Scar. We’re playing a game.”

Scar shakes his head again, violently, and starts trying to stand up. A muffled whine escapes his throat when he puts weight on his knee, but still he stands. Grian wants to grab him and shake him and then wrap him up in several blankets. 

“You’re hurt,” Grian says, a note of pleading in his voice, hands hovering, wanting to reach out. “You shouldn’t be walking, Scar.”

“I’ve walked on worse,” Scar says vacantly, and twists around to look behind him, making a noise of frustration. “My backpack, where’s my— I need—“

“Backpack?” Grian repeats. 

“I need morphine,” Scar says, voice tight with pain and panic. “I need to get out of here. You need to get out of here. You can’t be here.”

Morphine. Scar’s plan is to numb the agony of a broken knee and run on it anyway. Scar says it like it’s normal, like there’s no other choice, like this is the only way. Maybe it was, once. Grian wants to scream and cry and pull the universe apart with his hands. Instead, he grabs Scar’s wrist in a gentle hold. 

“I am here,” Grian says, soft but firmly still, and Scar freezes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Grian tugs at his wrist making Scar meet his eyes, trying to ground him. Scar blinks at him, hazy and distant, chest heaving. Grian reaches out slowly, and takes the sword from Scar’s hand. 

“Do you remember,” Grian begins, “asking me to be your friend?”

Grian remembers. Scar, with grey skin and crimson eyes, hiding a sheepish grin behind a bouquet of poppies and lilacs. Something like recognition flickers across Scar’s face, and Grian keeps going. 

“We had a llama called Pizza.”

“I blew you up on accident.”

“The moon was falling and you built a rocket upside down.”

“You were my soulmate, of course it was you—“

“You made fun of our bread bridge.”

“You were actually a pretty good mayor, you know.”

Grian lays their memories out between them, holding Scar’s wrist gently in his hands, and doesn’t stop until Scar looks at him and finally seems to see him. His face crumples, awareness flooding his expression, and Grian lowers them both to the ground when Scar’s knees give out. 

“I’m sorry,” Scar says, voice cracking, and he gives an awkward little laugh that makes Grian’s heart twist sharply. “That doesn’t— That hasn’t happened in a while.”

“It’s okay, Scar, don’t apologize,” Grian says, adjusting his grip to hold Scar’s hand loosely. “Do you feel better?”

“I feel like I ran a marathon,” Scar answers, exhaustion in his tone. “I don’t— Thank you. For bringing me back.”

“Of course.” Grian hesitates. “…Where did you go?”

Scar takes a shaky breath, eyes going tired and sad. Grian’s eyes catch on a scar peeking out beneath his collar. 

“I was stuck in a hardcore world when I was a kid,” Scaf says eventually, resigned. “I was the only player in a zombie apocalypse. I had to… let myself die, to get out. But I spent years there.”

Grian stares, quietly horrified. He imagines Scar, so very young and so very alone, running on broken limbs and killing things that once were people every day, and still finding the willpower to survive for years and years. That Scar had grown up in a world without light and still come out of it with a personality bright enough to blind them all — it was nothing short of miraculous. Brilliant, mischievous, stubborn Scar, with enough skeletons in his closet for all of them and the uncanny ability to make them laugh until they were out of breath. 

“You never said anything,” Grian says, careful to keep any accusation out of his voice. He understands. He still wishes he had known, somehow. 

“It’s not fun to hear about,” Scar says, and stares at his broken knee. “And it’s…not easy to talk about, either.”

“I know,” Grian says, squeezing his hand. “But if you ever want to, I’m here. I don’t want— I don’t want this to happen again.”

The zombie sounds have died down, the others having done their damn best to kill them quickly. It’s quiet but for their breathing, slowly slowing down. 

“I’m a lot better,” Scar says, brow furrowed. “That was just, a lot more than I was expecting.”

“It’s okay,” Grian says. “It’s… You don’t have to be better all the time.”

Scar glances at him, his mouth lifting just a bit, looking a little lighter. “Thanks.”

“And you can talk to us.” Grian smiles back. “We can help you when it’s hard.”

Scar lets out a long, slow breath, the shake in his hands finally down to something manageable. Grian is relieved for all of two seconds, and then something mischievous flickers in Scar’s eyes. Grian sighs, because he knows what’s coming—

“That’s what she said,” Scar says, quick and unapologetic, and Grian smacks his shoulder with his free hand. Scar laughs, and Grian just rolls his eyes and grins. 

Yeah. He’ll be fine.

#hope u like it if u read it !!! #my writing #goodtimeswithscar #grian #the crafting dead #desert duo #gtws #secret life smp #actual post

[milaisreading]

Crossdresser!Yn AU before the BM vs Ubers match:

Barou: We need to make this match quick and as smooth as possible. I want Yn to regret he betrayed me like that.

Aryu: You are being way too aggressive. Although, I do not like the fact that he picked them over me.

Niko: Isagi and Kurona are getting way too cozy with him... I need to score at least one goal...

Isagi: So, the plan is as simple as usually. Kurona, you, Yukimiya, and I should follow the same formations like during the Manshine match.

Crossdresser!Yn: Sure, sounds like a plan to me.

Yukimiya: Whatever you say. As long as we win, I don't care.

Kurona: I am ready! I am ready!

Hiori: I wish all of you good luck. Will be cheering on you both from the bench.

Isagi: You should really play with us. At least once.

Crossdresser!Yn and Yukimiya nod along.

Kurona: Yeah. It will be fun. It's not like you don't know what to do.

Crossdresser!Yn, looks over to the Ubers' side and quickly runs over to them: I am so happy to see you here! You are a starter as well?!

Niko, blushes a little: Ahh~ he noticed me this fast?

Aryu: Don't flatter yourself. He meant me.

Barou, while rolling his eyes: He meant me-

Before they could argue, Yn runs past them and towards Sendou's side.

Crossdresser!Yn, blushing and taking his hands into hers: Want to eat after this together?! Oh! We can go over the match afterwards! It's like a date, you know?

Sendou, blushing as the cameras zoom in on them: I-I-I... No! No! No! I am into girls!

Crossdresser!Yn: Thank God I can be both for you. Please! Please! Please!

Sendou: I-- Uhmm...

Crossdresser!Yn: So is that a yes?

Sendou: Sure... *blushes some more*

Crossdresser!Yn: Thank you! You won't regret it! *pulls him into a hug*

Barou: What the...

Niko: I am right here!

Aryu: Is it the hair color? Or does Yn need glasses?

Kurona passed out on the floor while Isagi, Yukimiya, and Hiori are plotting murder.

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #crossdressing #blue lock #isagi yoichi #yukimiya kenyu #hiori yo #kurona ranze #barou shouei #niko ikki #aryu jyubei #sendou shuto

[actuallysaiyan]

For the Valentine’s event can I get the fourth prompt with Byakuya 🫣

warnings: love confessions, slight mentions of past trauma, kissing and heavy petting, unprotected sex, smut, Renji is a silly dummy who wants to see his besties get together word count: 1.2k pairings: Byakuya Kuchiki x Fem!Reader summary: Renji tries to convince you that writing a letter to Byakuya is the best move when it comes to confessing, and though you don't believe him, it really does end up being the best way.

Byakuya drips and oozes elegance. He’s the picture of nobility, and yet you found yourself falling deeply in love with him. A fact that Renji likes to use to poke fun at you, even though he loves the idea of you and Byakuya getting together. So this time when someone mentioned that Valentine’s day was fast approaching, Renji decided to try and egg you on. He wanted to see two people he cared about a lot fall in love with one another. And he knew he was going to stop at nothing to make sure it happened.

“Just write him a letter! He’d love that shit!” Renji says, waving around some flowery stationery.

You laugh nervously, “No way! That’s too weird…besides, where did you get that stuff anyway?”

Renji guides you over to the desk and places the paper down on it. He procures a brush pen for you as well and thrusts it into your hand. You aren’t really sure about this, but you know it’s probably the only way you’ll get Renji to shut up about the matter at hand.

“If anything, this gets your feelings out and they won’t stay bottled up.” Renji says with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, “You’re one to talk!”

Renji scoffs but decides not to get involved in another argument with you. He just leaves you to it, reminding you that this is a good way to confess your feelings to the man you love. Left in silence, you decide to sit down and begin writing out the letter.

You’re surprised as the words come so naturally to you. It’s almost like this was what you should have done so long ago. Your feelings were spilling out onto paper, rendering you into a mess of emotions. But it felt good to release this, it was cathartic in so many ways. Once you were done, you picked up the letter and began to look it over. It was so romantic and sweet.

Yet you really didn't want to send this to Byakuya. The idea of him reading this to you and rejecting you immediately were some of the first thoughts to come to mind. You knew that Renji probably would give you no choice though, if he found out you were finally finished writing the letter. You just aren’t quite sure what to make of this situation

With the letter in your pocket, you begin walking around just thinking about your predicament. You’re basically lost in thought. The words you’ve just written down begin to run through your mind. You begin to reminisce about all the times you’ve spent with Byakuya as well. They are all warm and sweet memories. It makes you feel even more flustered.

Finally, you find yourself in front of Kuchiki home. You want to turn away right now, but you know you need to do this. You need to finally confess and with your letter, it’ll be that much easier. Byakuya is actually heading out of his home, and he smiles softly when he sees you.

“Hello,” he says in a graceful tone.

Your heart flutters in your chest. Without another word, you thrust the letter into his hands and you run away. You feel like such a coward as you run away from the man you love. Byakuya is left unsure and confused, but he opens the letter.

His eyes widen and his cheeks burn as he reads word after word. You’ve got such a sweet way of praising him and showing him just how much you love him. As he makes his way towards town, he continues to read the letter over and over. He knows he’s going to have to approach you and talk about this…especially since he’s head over heels in love with you as well.

It starts with you finding a bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. Then some chocolates are the next gift. The gifts keep appearing day after day, until one day you find the man in question on your doorstep. He’s happy to see you, which really shines through today. You can see happiness in his face as he waits patiently for you to find him.

“Can I come inside?” He asks, and you allow him to enter.

Both of you have hearts racing in your chests, unsure how to proceed. Then Byakuya pulls out your letter. He smiles as he opens it up and begins to read to you his favorite lines. You’re blushing, listening to the man you love read that very love letter that has made him see just how devoted you are to him.

“My darling,” Byakuya purrs as he approaches you. “You have a way with words.”

You blush, “I just…wrote my feelings.”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in even closer. Your faces are mere inches apart. You can smell his floral and earthy scent. It’s a smell you’ve become accustomed to and one that comforts you like no other. His hands cup your face, and he leans in to press his lips against yours.

“I’ve loved you for so long…” he confesses.

It doesn’t take much for the two of you to begin deepening those kisses. Tongues rubbing and rolling together, exchanging the sweetness of your flavors. His hands soothe up and down your sides, stopping to hold your hips and pulling you even closer. With your bodies pressed together, you can only think about how Renji must have known this would be the outcome of the letter. Why else would he be so insistent for you to write it down anyway.

“My precious love,” Byakuya murmurs against your skin as his lips trail down from your lips to your jawline and then to your neck. “Does this mean you’re all mine?”

“Y-yes, I’m all yours.”

He doesn’t need to hear much more. With your confession, this means he can finally melt into your touch and your sweet words. The actions that follow will be the results of such an intense and addictive kind of love. A love so deep, it pulls you both under its blankety warmth. It becomes soothing and yet so thrilling all at the same time.

Byakuya carries you to the bedroom, kissing and nipping at your skin. All the while, you begin undressing him. You’ve been wanting to put your hands on his body since the moment you knew you were in love with him. He brings your hands to his chest, placing them on where his heart is racing. He smiles bashfully.

“My heart beats for you, beloved.”

You gasp softly, the intensity of his words hitting you. He pulls you in for another kiss, this one much more hungry as he begins undressing you as well. You smell so good, like a warm pie sitting on the windowsill. It’s sweet and sugary, but it’s a nostalgic smell that keeps pulling him in every time.

And once you’re both undressed and on the bed, he looks at you with love and lust in his eyes. This time, this love will be romantic. This love won’t be regretted for not having lived fully. He promises himself and you that he’ll never hold back these feelings.

“I love you,” he moans as he slips into you. Your gummy walls are fluttering as they adjust to his size.

“And I love you,” you whimper as you wrap yourself around him.

Nothing could be better than this.

#bacon.writes #byakuya x you #byakuya x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #byakuya kuchiki x you #bleach byakuya #bleach byakuya x reader #bleach x reader #bleach x you #valentines day 2024

[hyeque]

always this nice [kuroo tetsurō] [nsfw]

synopsis: having overworked himself for the past few weeks, you decide to give kuroo some well needed stress relief

notes: part of @cirigiri / @bowmonde dilf collab! apologies for how late this is </3 i did my best but idk how i feel about this one

warnings: slight angst in first part, hard to soft dom!kuroo (yes, he's a simp), kuroo in a suit because i'm a slut for this man, unprotected sex, blowjob, mentions of fem body parts, breeding kink, implied age gap, use of the word 'sir', possible computer damage, mentions of kids

by nature, kuroo tetsurō is a giver. he'd always looked out for others more than himself. as his assistant, you see this all the time at work and even with his daughters. you don't really understand what happened between him and his ex-wife because from the looks of you, he's the ideal husband and father. he couldn't be any more perfect than he is now. and being that he's older than you, he always felt the need to look after you. to take care of you. to praise and spoil you to death.

you remember the day you waltzed into his office, nerves running high and heart beating fast. you had just begun your first day as his personal assistant. you had heard the rumors and the horror stories of past assistants crying and leaving humiliated because of kuroo. you only hoped that you didn't suffer the same fate.

but luckily, kuroo likes you. he's enamored by you, really.

he knew from the beginning that a man of his age shouldn't get involved with someone so young, but he couldn't help himself. you fascinated him way too much. while he first thought you had a shy nature, he quickly learned that you would open up around those you knew well. and the two of you spent countless hours together because of your job. during that time he really learned how witty, fun, and engaging you are, and that made him attracted to you.

one thing leads to another and lines get blurred and boundaries get crossed. you never thought kuroo would look twice at you but the lingering glances and teasing touches thrilled you. you find yourself cumming as many times as you want by his hand. body worshipped every night the two of you end up in bed or over his desk with what ten minutes he would have before meetings.

from lunch meets and fending off office pervs, to getting the best oral and fingering of your life, kuroo will practically do anything for you.

with you, he's always this nice.

but today is different. from the look that kuroo has on his face, you can tell he's far from the grinning and teasing nature that he usually has around you. there's no sign of the familiar and gentle smile on his face. it's instead replaced by a stern expression as he concentrates on the screen in front of him.

you sit quietly, watching him work in silence. his knee bounces anxiously and he runs his hand through his greying hair. there are evident signs of age on his face, but you don't think it makes him look any less handsome than he is now.

in fact, he looks delectable.

you ogle him quietly and hope that eventually, he'll notice your neediness. a minute passes, then two, and eventually a whole ten. you've had enough. it's sad to say you can count on one hand how many times he's looked at you today, and you have to end that.

"kuroo?" you ask, moving so you're in front of his desk.

he hums, eyes not moving from the screen of his computer where he types. you huff, calming your nerves. the last thing you want to do is upset and aggravate him.

"would you like me to get you some food? a drink?" you suggest. he came in the office super early this morning to your surprise. he seemed fidgety and irritable every time you asked if he needed help, so you left him alone. time had passed though and you realize he hadn't eaten and it's noon now.

you prepare for him to say 'no, I'm fine', but to your surprise, he accepts the offer.

you order food from his favorite place, remembering his order like the back of your hand. it isn't long before you pick it up and swiftly bring it to him. you leave it on his desk, receiving a mumbled 'thank you' in return. going off to complete office duties, your worrying over him is subsided. but it all returns when you come back and look over to see his food still sitting in place and coffee long cold by now. something stirs within you and you feel your eyes twitch. it pains you to see that kuroo isn't properly taking care of himself.

you initiate phase one. the distraction. kuroo could never resist you, and a lot of the time you weren't even doing anything to purposely distract him. he's just that easy to rile up.

"oops," you mumbled under your breath, eyes wandering back to the man as you start to pick up the pens you "knocked over". you make sure to bend over where your ass is clearly visible.

unfortunately, he barely glances up at you and that irritates you to no end. but you're persistent and you're not going to give up.

it's time for you to initiate phase two.

since it isn't clear to the man himself that you want his attention, it appears that you have to be bolder with your actions. crawling under his desk to retrieve the pens you clumsily 'dropped', you find yourself between his legs. your eyes scan over his thick thighs curiously, admiring how muscular they appear in his slacks.

"w-what are you doing?" kuroo jumps back when he feels your hand rest on his knee. that doesn't deter you from your actions and you only slide your hand further up his pants leg.

"nothing. just resting here," you respond, moving to rest your head on his inner thigh. you innocently look up at him and gauge his reaction.

kuroo sighs, closing his eyes. he gently says your name before explaining that he doesn't have time at the moment to appease any of your 'games'. you scrunch your nose up, slightly hurt at the fact that he thought most of what you did together wasn't serious.

"last time i checked, not taking care of yourself isn't a 'game'," you mumble, eyes glaring at the floor. to not upset and aggravate him be damned, "way to be hypocritical."

kuroo's eyes shift from his screen to you, brows furrowed. "excuse me?"

normally you'd back down at his tone but not today. you roll your eyes, inspecting your nails, "you're not deaf, you heard me."

kuroo feels his eye twitch. "no, i don't think i did," he pulls you up by the arm so that you're in front of him. your breath hitches when he stands up, towering over you as his eyes glare down at you, "so why don't you repeat what just came out of that smart mouth of yours?"

your thighs squeeze slightly at his words and you hope he doesn't notice. by the unreadable expression on his face you can't tell, and that scares you more than anything. but for the sake of your ego--and maybe even possibly of your job--you stand your ground and remain level-headed and reasonable.

"you've been working yourself to death lately," you start, folding your arms, "i've been watching you for the past few days--no, weeks, and you haven't been taking care of yourself. i know you pride yourself in being hardworking but doing it to an unhealthy level is alarming and has to stop."

the sternness in his eyes softens slightly, but returns just as quickly. "this time of year always gets more busy than usual. you wouldn't understand that i have a lot more to take care of and do. i don't have time to take a break."

your blood boils, "you always tell me that if i need help then i should never be afraid to ask. well what about you? if you let me help you, then you wouldn't be so stressed all the time. isn't that what i'm supposed to be here for?"

"yeah, well you're being more of a hinderance than helpful." kuroo snaps. "i don't ask for you to breathe down my neck all the time."

a hurt look crosses your face, but instead of saying something nasty back you only will yourself to calm down. "i just want to look out for you. i'm not trying to be annoying, if you think that." a part of you wants to cry, but you know that that's stupid and you don't want to cry over a man of all people.

kuroo must've realized the weight of his words but when nothing else comes out of his mouth, you decide enough is enough. if he's truly too stubborn to apologize and understand your concerns, you don't want to be there.

you don't say anything else as you step away from him. only the words, "call me when you've calmed down" come out of your mouth and you're no longer looking at him.

"where are you going?" he asks, watching you move towards the front door after grabbing your jacket.

you raise a brow, "somewhere where i'm not a hindrance. i'm useful to other people, you know."

your words sting him, but he knows he deserves it after what he said.

"i-i'm sorry." kuroo says, his hand grasping your wrist before you can pull away completely. "i didn't need to be such an ass when you're trying to look out for me. that wasn't right of me."

your body relaxes after hearing his words and you watch him look sheepishly at you while he speaks.

"it's just, i'm not used to this kind of thing," he laughs bitterly, "all my life it's been me looking out for others so i learned to not ask for help. i always thought i could do what i could on my own."

you hum, running your thumb over his knuckles. "and you're great at it, but i promise you i just want to help because i want the best for you. i'll always be here by your side." you say, leaning into him. his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer. the smell of his aftershave makes you close your eyes.

"i'm glad. i don't think i could ever let you go." he smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you tighten your hold on him, "you better not." you hide your face in his suit jacket, head resting on his chest. he runs his hands along your back soothingly and notice how you curl impossibly further into his touch.

"someone's clingy today." kuroo teases, smirking against your forehead where his lips rest.

"i just miss you. that's all." you mumble into his chest. your hands move to work out the knots in his back and he sighs, reveling in your touch. he swears internally as he feels all of his blood rush south and the unmistakable notion of his pants tightening.

his hands rest innocently just above your ass, and he knows he can easily have you like putty in his hands if he grabs your plump ass.

"you okay, tetsu?"

a faint groan leaves his mouth upon hearing the nickname you give him.

"y-yeah..." he responds.

"liar. you're hard." you tease. he grumbles a ' your fault' under his breath.

"do you want me to do something about this, sir?" you ask, fingers hovering over his zipper.

"i think it's only right if you do." he answers, sucking his breath as he presses himself into your hand. "sounds like you want to more than i do."

you unzip him. "i do. i want you to use me to relieve your stress." you palm him through his pants. "want you to fuck all your stress away into my body." you slide to your knees in front of him, resting your cheek on top of his bulge.

"you sure?" kuroo looks at you with concern. the last thing he wants to do is hurt you, but you don't care. you just want to be useful for him besides being his cute little assistant.

"yes," looking up through your lashes, you huff out a pout. "i'm hungry."

kuroo sucks in a sharp breath, his cock throbbing hard in his slacks. he doesn’t know what past life he had to deserve you, but he isn't complaining.

"look at you being all good for me." his hand caresses your face before it moves to run through your hair, his gentle touch so familiar you melt into it and close your eyes.

...that is until you feel him wrap your hair around his hand and yank back your head. you gasp, eyes flying back open to look at him. his gold eyes glare down at you, a look of displeasure on his face.

"being good at the expense of being bratty. you know i don't like that."

your eyes widen and you protest, "but—"

"'but' what?" kuroo leans down to look at you, "don't think i didn't notice or forget how you talked to me earlier. no matter what, there's no excuse for it."

you grow silent at his words, not daring to say anything further.

he sighs, looking at his watch. "i don't have a lot of time. and since i'm being nice and devoting some to you, i expect that you follow what i tell you to do. understand?"

you nod solemnly, but he tsks, gently smacking your face. "that's not an answer, baby."

"yes, sir. i understand," you reply.

he seems pleased with your response. you watch him unbuckle his pants, excitement coursing through your veins as he pulls himself out. your breath audibly hitches the moment his thick length comes into view. you've never seen something more beautiful.

kuroo smirks. he could never get over the look on your face when you see his cock. it never fails to make him harder than he already is.

he sits back down in his chair. spreading his thick thighs apart, he sighs impatiently.

"well?" he raises a brow, "it's not going to suck itself, is it?"

you don't have to be told twice. your sinful lips part and you take kuroo in your mouth, nearly whining at the delicious, salty taste of him. it had been a while since you'd sucked him off and you don't know why you didn't beg sooner to have him.

you can't explain it but something about sucking off kuroo in his suit makes you absolutely feral. maybe it's the scent of him, the suit he wears, or the noises you're able to get him to produce. regardless, you get a little bit more aggressive, a little bit more eager, a little bit more passionate. and kuroo knows. he knows how you get, but still doesn't have enough time to prepare himself for what's to come—no pun intended.

"s-shit..." kuroo breathes, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. he has to force himself to not get lost in the moment and watches as you play with his heavy balls, the noises obscene and wet. his nails dig into his palms as he tries not to take over.

you take him as far as you can in the back of your throat, eyes watering at you look up at him, wanting nothing more than to please him and making him feel good.

you're a sight for sore eyes for kuroo and his resolve snaps as he gently grabs the back of your head. "good fucking girl, making me feel so good," he groans, pushing himself to the back of your throat, slowly rocking himself. his pubes press against your nose and his balls slap against your chin as he abuses your wet cavern.

more tears brim your eyes as you take him further, deep throating him and his jaw slacks at the feeling.

he pulls you off of him and presses you against his desk. yanking your pencil skirt up to your waist.

"no panties, huh? such a minx." he slaps your cunt before you get a chance to speak, and you yelp out of surprise.

with his cock resting against your bare ass, you can't help but grind back on him, wanting to feel more of him.

kuroo tsks, watching you for a moment before grabbing your hips. "don't be greedy. you take what i give you." he scolds, smacking your ass. you whine out an apology, but that doesn't dismiss the irritation bubbling within you.

he collects your essence, coating his shaft well in you. he teases your entrance with the fat, mushroom tip of his dick and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop you from yelling at him to hurry up.

"i can see you quivering. you want it that bad, huh?" he chuckles, knowing he himself isn't doing the best either.

"you don't have to be an as—" your breath is quickly taken away from you as he fully sheathes himself inside of you.

kuroo’s composure slacks for a moment once enveloped in your warmth. “so tight, i really was away from your cunt for too long.”

"te-sir, i feel so full!" you scramble for your bearings but nothing can prepare you for this. ever.

"yeah? well you always feel so fucking good around me." kuroo grunts, his large hands resting on your hips as he has to mentally will himself to not cum so soon. work made him forget just how good your pussy feels and he mentally hits himself on the head for that. when he gets the chance, he's going to cockwarm your pussy for hours to make up for lost time.

kuroo moves his hips back, almost pulling out of you all the way before slamming back into you. before you can scream out loud, he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth, silencing you.

"can't have anyone hearing how pretty you sound, sweetheart." he hums, moving his hips faster. his hands pull back your hair and he presses a sweet kiss to your temple. his eyes look down at where you creaming his dick and that only motivates him further.

kuroo is a hypocrite. even with you silenced, anyone walking by his office surely can hear what's going on, but he doesn't care. it's not like no one knows you two are exclusive.

"this is what you wanted, right?" he grunts, hips drilling into yours at a rapid speed. "you wanted to be fucked like a whore, huh? used like a cumslut?" for some reason, a part of kuroo feels bad for calling you a 'whore' and a 'slut' but he knows that you like it. he can feel it in the way you gush around his shaft.

kuroo's eyes fall to the framed photo of his twin girls that sits on his desk and he quickly looks away out of slight embarrassment and awkwardness. but he soon thinks about all the times he's seen you take care of his daughters. how sweet and kind you are to them, and how you love and adore them just as much as they do for you too.

and the first time that they started calling you 'mommy'? kuroo didn't know what to think. he remembers apologizing to you when taking you home and that he would tell Hayami and Akari to not call you that. he remembers you saying not to worry about it and that you didn't mind. that you cared and loved them like your own.

he remembers seeing you in his kitchen, cooking dinner for the four of you since he nearly set the whole house on fire with his horrible skills. well, they weren't terrible but not the greatest either. but he knew he would have to learn for his girls.

he remembers calling you to watch them while he unexpectedly had to go to a meeting. he remembers coming home to the three of you sleeping on the couch, moving all of you to bed so none of you would wake up in discomfort.

he remembers all the times people mistook you for family, for his wife. and he can't help but think: what if it's always like this?

kuroo would be lying if he said he never thought about what you would look like in his arms, abdomen swollen with his third child. the thought of you having his child has crossed his mind one too many times. every time he fucked you, he can't help but think about his seed catching. then maybe all the other bozos he does work with would stop hitting on you once they saw you were his.

you yourself have crossed his mind one too many times. as much as he wants to keep the relationship professional, he couldn't help but be drawn into you initially. and now, he thinks he's ready to ask if you want to take the next step.

...and he will, when he's done fucking you.

something in him becomes more primal. softer. call him crazy, but being balls deep within you made him realize he wants to marry you. he wants to put a ring on your pretty little finger and make you his cute wife.

kuroo leans down, kissing your forehead before turning you around to face him. he wants to see your face when you cum.

you blink, confused by his actions, "sir, i--"

"tetsurou. call me tetsurou...please." you recognize kuroo becoming gentle with his words. he buries his face in your neck and plants a trail of kisses down them as he slides back inside of you.

the soft gasp that leaves your lips makes him twitch and throb.

"always so good for me," he coos, "always so beautiful and pretty when you're under me like this. isn't that right baby?"

"mmhm!" you nod and cry, feeling yourself cum at his words. you go to apologize for cumming without permission but he hushes you.

he groans at the feeling of your cunt clamping on him, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. "look at you, cumming so sweetly for me. you can give me more, yeah? you can cum again for me?"

your mind has gone into autopilot as you nod, body twitching and shaking with slight sensitivity as he fucks you through your orgasm.

kuroo's large hand wraps around your throat, leaning into your ear he says, "just for me, right? no one else?"

"no one else but you, only you." you answer, chasing his lips. he doesn't hesitate to kiss you breathless. the two of you become so lost in each other

"want me to fill you up? want me to pump this pussy full of my cum?"

you whine and paw at his arm before nodding. fuck, he can feel you clenching harder too.

"y-yes, please fill me up tetsu. need it all so badly!" you whine, eyes nearly rolling back as you become overwhelmed with pleasure.

kuroo's eyes soften at the sight of your fucked out expression and is completely enamored. "g-god, i--"

—love you, is what he wants to say, but he just says that he's cumming instead. luckily not long after does he spill his cum into you.

kuroo slumps his heavy body against you slightly before leaning down to kiss you.

you blink when you both pull apart. "that was..."

he stiffens, worry etched across his face. "too much? i'm sorry if—"

"perfect." you giggle, pushing his sweaty fringe out of the way to wipe his forehead of sweat.

"good! i mean, great!" kuroo grins widely. "that reminds me, please cancel my meeting at 6." he says, watching you redo his tie.

you tilt your head to the side. "'cancel'? may i ask why?" you inquire. it's very out of character for kuroo to cancel a meeting. he usually always makes them no matter what.

"I'm taking you to dinner," he answers, fixing the rest of himself up and then you.

"i-tetsu, you don't have to. i know you're busy." you respond. "i'm okay—we are okay."

kuroo pouts and shakes his head. "i want to. you were right about me overworking myself. i'm sorry for not giving you the attention i should." he says, a guilty look on his face.

"you should really apologize to your daughters. they miss you more." you tease, kissing him as a way of 'apology accepted'.

"yeah i know," he nods sheepishly, "but i just wanted you to know you're important to me."

"you're important to me too, tetsu." you smile, squeezing his hand.

a blush creeps up kuroo's neck as he stares at you and he mentally scolds himself for being what kenma called, 'soft'.

you tilt your head to the side. "why are you staring at me like that?"

"nothing. just happy that you're stuffed full of my cum right now and have to walk around trying to hold it in~" kuroo answers and you hit him in the chest.

"pervert." you hiss, face burning with embarrassment.

"you love me though," he says, heart skipping a beat when you say 'unfortunately' in return. yeah, you're definitely the one.

he only hopes that the ring in his suit jacket isn't that noticeable.

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[lonesome-witching]

I Think I Know You

I'm back!! The anonymous prompt was the upside down Spider-man kiss with Robin as Spiderman so I gave it my best whirl. This is heavily based on the original but I was partly influenced by the beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful art work by @maggierosestudio. (I really hope it's okay I tagged you in this because we've never actually interacted before but your work is wonderful).

I will try to write the prompts that are still waiting for me very soon. But if you got a prompt for me you can send it here. If you just want to read and enjoy my past prompts, you can do that here.

“Nance! Nance!” 

Nancy turned to see Robin Buckley run towards her. The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile. Robin had always been a weird runner.

“Hi, Robin.” 

“How was the interview?” Robin breathed out. 

“How did you know?” Nancy’s eyes widened at the question. She hadn’t told Robin. 

“You know. You told Steve, Steve told me.” 

“So… You just came by?” 

“I was in the neighborhood. Needed to see a friendly face.” Robin toyed with one of her rings, looking at her own hands instead of Nancy’s face. “I took two buses and a cab to get in the neighborhood, but… So, how did it go?” 

“They told me I needed to learn how to write facts instead of fiction.” Nancy sighed, the smile falling off her face and landing somewhere on the sidewalk in between them. 

“Oh, well, let me buy you a cheeseburger. The sky's the limit. Up to 7 dollars and 84 cents.” 

Nancy giggled, her smile back in place. As if Robin had just picked it up, dusted it off and pressed it back onto her face. 

“I’d like a cheeseburger.” She nodded. A cheeseburger sounded lovely. Especially if Robin was sitting in front of her with her stupid jokes and her never ending rambles and that gorgeous smile. It might actually erase the bitter taste the interview left in her mouth. 

But she couldn’t. She’d promised Mike she wouldn’t bail on him this time. “Oh but I can’t. I’m going over to Mike’s. You can come with though. I’m sure he’d love to see you again.” 

The smile on Robin’s face had already evaporated and Nancy wished she could put it back where it belonged. She missed it already. 

Robin shook her head. “No, thanks. How’s it going with him and-? Nevermind, it’s none of my business.” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with?” Nancy already took a step back. Somehow she hoped it would lure Robin in, pull her along so she wouldn’t leave her alone. 

It didn’t. “I’m sure. Go have fun.” 

A raindrop fell on her nose and Nancy scrunched up her face. It was a small reminder that she really had to get going. She’d already have to endure a lecture about how she was always late. The only reason she ever was late was because of work but Mike didn’t seem to care much about that. His mantra had become ‘stop working unpaid overtime’ and frankly, he had a point. 

“Okay. I should get going though.” Nancy pointed over her shoulder to the alley she’d have to walk through. Robin nodded in reply.

“Have fun.” 

Nancy turned around, trying not to turn back, trying not to notice Robin’s eyes staring at her. If Robin was looking at her she might never leave. 

She rounded the corner just as two men crossed her. She could hear them whistle and catcall. It wasn’t anything new. It’s why she kept a taser in her purse. Not that she’d ever had to use it before. 

She quickened her pace. All she had to do was make it through the alley and onto the main road and she’d be able to slip into the masses. 

But the two men turned into four and she was only halfway through the alley. 

She couldn’t turn back. There was no way she could rush forward fast enough. She was essentially trapped. Her hand started reaching for her purse when the first man called out. 

“Hey, baby. Got somewhere to be?” 

She bit her lip as a second man grabbed at her purse and threw it to the side. 

“I think she can make some time for us.”

There was a hand on her leg, another on her arm. Tears pricked in her eyes. She had no way to get out and nothing to defend herself with. She closed her eyes, hoping for a miracle. And then… 

The hands were gone. 

She opened her eyes just to see Spiderman kick one of the men in the face. Fighting and punching and throwing the men around as if they weighed nothing. When all the men were groaning and licking their wounds and rushing out of there Nancy took a step forward. She noticed the superhero wore no mask but in the dark from this distance she couldn’t make out who it was. 

They took a step back, rushing away as quickly as they had appeared. 

“Wait.” Nancy called out, running towards where the figure had stood. But Spiderman was nowhere to be seen. 

“You have a knack for getting in trouble.” A voice called from behind her and Nancy jumped in surprise. It was a female voice. She felt like she knew that voice. But the mask was back in place and she just couldn’t be sure. 

Spiderman was hanging upside down from one of their webs. Their face level with Nancy’s and so close. They were so close. 

“You have a knack for saving my life.” She replied with a soft smile. “I’d almost think I have a superhero stalker.” 

It was a joke. Perhaps a stupid one. But what else was she really supposed to say? It wasn’t the first time Spiderman was in the right place at the right time to save Nancy’s ass. Maybe they really were following her around. 

“I was in the neighborhood.” 

The words echoed through her mind. What were the chances that Spiderman would repeat Robin’s words moments after she had uttered them? Could it be? 

“Do I get to say thank you this time?” 

Nancy was already raising her hands towards the mask, ready to pull it off. She needed to know. 

“Wait.” 

She pulled her hands back slightly. Her eyes scanning the mask as if she’d be able to see Robin’s facial expressions. Her shy smile or the doubt in her eyes whenever Nancy so much as tried to touch her arm or grab her hand. 

Slowly she raised her hands further and further until her fingertips were able to grab the edge of the mask, right there where it connected to the bodysuit. She pulled slowly, not wanting to startle the hero, not wanting them to run away. Right over the chin and further. She was almost certain those were Robin’s pink lips. 

“Can I?” Nancy asked as she pulled the mask over Spiderman’s nose. 

She could almost hear their breathing quicken but then there was a soft nod against Nancy’s hands and Nancy kept pulling away at the layer. Pulled it right over her eyes and forehead, revealing bright blue that Nancy knew so well. “Robin.” She sighed. 

“Hi.” Robin tried to smile but the doubt was there. 

“Hi.” Nancy replied with a much brighter smile on her own face. She always smiled when she was near Robin. “I still have to thank you.” 

“Oh no, it’s alright. You don’t have to do anything. It’s perfectly alright.” 

Nancy connected her lips with Robin’s. Robin who was still hanging upside down and how was this comfortable? But Robin kissed back, slowly and softly. Their lips slotted together. Nancy’s hands rested on Robin’s uncovered cheeks. Cheeks that were a bright red, whether it was from her blood seeping into her head or the mindblowing kiss, Nancy wasn’t sure. 

“Thank you.” Nancy sighed against Robin’s lips. “For saving my life, again.” 

“Anytime, Nance.” 

In the distance a siren blared, disrupting their perfect little moment. “I think that’s your cue?” Nancy slowly pulled the mask back over Robin’s face, covering up the blush on her cheeks and her kiss swollen lips. 

“I’ll come over tonight.” Robin shouted as she pulled herself up and away from Nancy.

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[hurlingsupport]

"Late-Afternoon Meeting" (Reagan Ridley x Gender Neutral Reader One-shot)

The straps of your mini backpack crumpled under your strong grip, and the robotic tentacle-like arm system you had within it struggled to stay inside it's tiny prison with your growing nervousness. You took a huff of air, which immediately went to waste when you screamed as someone suddenly grabbed your shoulder.

"Oh! Sorry- I'm really sorry, haha. Didn't think you'd react like that..." Brett, who's been your co-worker for the past few months, said with a regretful frown. He made a sad attempt at finger-gunning you before dropping one of his hands and rubbing his neck at the grimace worn on your face.

You sighed at his pitiful expression, before speaking up. "It's- It's fine Brett. I'm just kind of nervous right now." As you said this, your eyes cautiously wondered towards the double-doors in front of you.

"Oh, is this about the whole 'Reagan wants you in her lab later' thing? Cause if that's with this is about then I really don't think you need to worry!" He then proceeded to whisper not so discreetly into his hand, "Not that much at least."

You made a deadpan face at his unhelpful words, turning your head towards the entrance to Reagan's lab once more. You weren't scared of her, really! It's just that the way she always seemed to be glaring at you, not to mention always trying to one-up up you as if your lives were a constant competition, didn't exactly make you comfortable.

As if he could feel the anxiety pouring out of you, which he probably could, Brett gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Hey, don't worry too much! I mean, legally - Reagan isn't allowed to kill you." He said with a carefree smile, as if that'd make you feel any better. Instead you gave him a nasty side eye, watching as he scrambled to correct himself.

"I mean- Reagan's a nice person! Once you get to know her, which can take a while - but she's a nice person either way! You've got this broham!" He gave you an unconvincing thumbs up before running off in an awfully panicked manner for someone who considered Reagan to be 'harmless'. You couldn't blame him though, you feel bad for whoever will have to clean up your remains.

Taking one more deep breath - which this time didn't go to waste - you carefully opened Reagan's lab doors. And with a nonchalant 'come in' from Reagon herself, you stepped into the lion's den.

You could feel the way the air shifted as she stared up at you from one of her many desks, and when she put down the wire she was inserting to a coordinate frame of a robot, your breath hitched. "Right on time, although I thought you'd be a little earlier, this works out either or." She picked up a peculiar piece of metal as she made her way towards your form.

Reagan wiped one of her hands on her lab coat, avoiding eye contact like she always did, only this time her face was a little red. You raised a brow at her abnormal behavior, eyeing the steel piece in her hand, watching as she brought it closer to your face.

"Okay so, we both know that we match each other in our level of robotics, but-" she let out an almost aggressive sigh, "I was thinking about your technique and I found it to be, how do I say this? Interesting- I guess?" She briefly met your eyes, her glare harsher than it usually was.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is- I may have - kind of - replicated your style of robotics and created a prototype of some sort." She said the last bit in a fast paced fit of embarrassment, though your eyes could only focus on the piece of equipment in front of you.

It was just the end effector of an arm, but it seemed to sparkle with magic as you brought it closer to your eyes. "Wow, you made this, Reagan? It really does look similar to mine." You whispered in amazement.

"Pshh- I could make way better," She let her gaze fall onto your own, despite the fact that yours was still locked in on her creation. "But it is fun to experiment every once and a while." She let a gentle smile adorn her face.

"Are you going to make more? If you are, I could give you some blueprints so that you can really replicate my style?" Your eyes practically formed stars with your newfound excitement. Jumping in place, eagerly awaiting Reagan's answer while keeping the end effector safe in your hands.

Reagan held back a laugh at your animated demeanor, shaking her head almost fondly. "Maybe some other time, but uh- I actually wanted to ask you something." She patted her hands against her sides awkwardly, trying and failing to find the right words to express herself.

"I wanted to- I wanted us to- I don't know, do something? Together? Like an activity of some sort?" She hated the words that came out of her mouth, but anything was better than nothing, so she tried not to dawdle on her grievances.

You stared at her in confusion. Reagan? THE Reagan wanted to spend some time away from work to spend some time with YOU? Was this another run-in with her 'dating-robot-self'? You quickly did a once-over of her, seeing no shine on her skin, meaning this was definitely your Reagan.

"Uh, like a date?" Reagan's eyes widened and she instantly went to defend herself as if you had insulted her entire bloodline. Although, in reality she probably wouldn't care that much.

"NO! No- no of course not! Haha, I mean no way, you-" She lightly punched your arm. "-silly goose!"

The two of you stood in awkward silence, with Reagan's arm still extended from hitting you.

"Okay, yeah it's kind of a date, but- it's more like hanging out, y'know? Like those people with super close acquaintances do?"

You narrowed your eyes at her, "You mean friends?" She sighed.

"Yeah."

A warm smile made its way into your face, and you let out a laugh. "Man, if you wanted to hang out you didn't have to make everything feel so ominous!" You carefully set the steel end effector on one of Reagan's many desks, before making your way to her lab doors.

"What? What was ominous about it?" She stared up at you in confusion, a smile on her face nonetheless.

"You know- the whole 'always glaring at me thing' and the 'always trying to one-up me as if we're mortal enemies or something'! That wasn't exactly inviting." You let out an near sad laugh.

Reagan's smile faltered as the two if you continued to walk, entering the lift that would take you to the fake building entrance for Cognito Inc.

"Glaring at you? I don't think I was. I mean, admittedly I do stare at you a lot, but I'm not glaring!" Your cheeks warmed as she spoke, thinking about the implications of her words.

"And I'm not trying to one-up you! I'm just- trying to impress you, I guess. I've never actually met someone similar to me that I like." She let out a laugh, staring towards the ground as you focused on just her.

"You like me?"

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, turning her head towards you so quickly you thought it'd spin right off. She opened her mouth, probably to defend herself again, but she seemed to realize something as she closed it instead.

"I guess I do, yeah?" She laughed again, this time a laugh filled with a warmth that matched her rosy cheeks. And as the Cognito Inc. doors closed behind you both, you realized it was a face you had never seen Reagan make.

"Well, I think I like you too." Reagan looked back at you, at first in shock, which then shifted to befuddled relief.

"That's... good? I'm not sure how to respond to something like that." You only took your eyes off her when you saw your bus pulling up.

"Well, maybe you should get used to it, I'll see you on our date, Reagan. Bye!" You frantically waved at her as you ran towards your bus. Watching as she slowly raised her hand to wave back, moving it back and forth in a state near of awe.

Watching as you hopped into your ride, Reagan let out a breath of shock. Out of all the ways this day could've ended, this had to be the best outcome. But as she thought about it more, she realized she didn't even have your number.

She laughed, punching the air violently as she made her way to her car. Oh well, she'd just ask Gigi for it.

#inside job #inside job x reader #reagan ridley #reagan ridley x reader #brett hand #gigi thompson #reader insert #gender neutral reader #x reader #one shot

[thoraeth]

A/N: 850 words, gn!reader. You're the personal assistant of the weirdest punk band in the Grand Line and today you're having a breakdown. Unfortunately, Buggy has no intentions of leaving you alone.

[One Piece punk band AU/ modern AU]

Cut out for the job

The door slams closed. You kick your sneakers away, enjoying the silence of your hotel room.

You haven't been able to catch your breath all day: Mr. Trafalgar called at 6 am because Ace was held at the police station; third time this month. Then it was Barto's turn. He needed your opinion on a nice gift for his nana, but kept arguing that your ideas were stupid. Franky gave you a migraine, shouting left and right during the band's weekly meeting and Buggy…oh, Buggy. He was insufferable these days: snappy, needy, tense, constantly asking you to fetch him stuff, to take him places.

You’re starting to feel like you’re never enough, drowning in this chaotic routine.

You can almost hear your mother's voice in your head: “Are you really throwing your life away to follow a band of idiots?!” Well, in your defense, being a band’s personal assistant was supposed to be fun. But now? Here you are, tired, sad and underpaid, living in yet another horrible hotel room. Maybe you're not cut out for this job.

Your phone glows up, a text from Buggy. “It's 11 pm for fuck's sake!” you shout, throwing the buzzing device on the sofa.

Buggy has been doing it for weeks: every night he sends you tons of messages for the most trivial stuff. He’s lost his mascara, bought ten pairs of shoes, whines about his paycheck. A bratty, pushy attitude he’s never had before.

In fact, the two of you used to have the most interesting conversations and a special chemistry that made you feel some type of way more than once. Like that night, backstage. The glances, the gentle touching while you helped him get dressed…you can still feel the goosebumps on your skin.

You pick up your phone, puffing at the crowd of notifications.

[Hey, you still up? Listen, face paint is running out, I’m thinking cherry 3.2 this time but I’m not sure if 1 or 2 cans.

Heyyyy are you ignoring me?? 👺😭 You sleeping already?]

[Oi Bug, can we discuss this tomorrow? It's way past my working hours.]

[...ok.]

[Today's been rough, I really need to unwind 🥲]

[ Wanna hang out? A little fun will make you feel better.]

[ Thanks but I’m done with work, see you tomorrow!]

[seen 00:15 AM]

[Buggy? You ok?]

[seen 00:50 AM]

“Shit. He's upset now.” You whisper, your eyes and mouth wide open “What if he gets me fired?”

You feel low-key furious: you shouldn't be punished for setting boundaries. If he’s playing the cocky boss during the day, you can play that game too and clock out at night. Screw him.

The sudden sound of the doorbell makes you jump out of your skin. “Hey it's me.” A familiar voice comes from outside the door, muffled.

Stomping to the peephole, you see Buggy. He’s nervously thinkering with his blue hair, pacing back and forth in the duck hoodie you got him for his birthday.

“Are you serious?” You ask, opening up.

“I know, I’m sorry. Just five minutes and I'll be gone.”

Buggy's not wearing his piercings and face paint; he looks serious, a bit scared. His ice blue eyes stare at you in silence and all your anger seems to melt away as he sits on the sofa.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Am I fired…?”

“What? No!” He shrieks, outraged. “Just sit, please.”

The second you're next to him, Buggy focuses on his boots, hands twitching on his knees.

“I-I know I've been a bit of an asshole lately.” He stutters. “I drove you crazy asking tons of stuff and…”

“You’re being a pain in the ass. Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to spend more time with you but I messed up.” Buggy side-eyes you, his face red and flustered.

“I think I like you. A lot.”

Those words make your heart race so fast you can barely breathe.

He continues: “I tried to write to you, but every time… I couldn't say it the way I wanted.”

“Is that why you kept texting me for hours every night?!” you snap, breaking your silence.

Buggy jumps back in his seat “I didn't realize I was bothering you! I've always enjoyed our silly chats. But I'll stop, I got it now. We're just colleagues.”

You burst out laughing. Buggy leans towards you, shouting things you can't hear over the joy exploding in your chest.

He's about to get up, distraught, when you reach for his neck and pull him towards you, pressing your lips on his. Still a bit surprised, Buggy melts into your kiss, holding you so tight it almost hurts.

“For a second I thought I didn't want this job anymore.” You chuckle in between kisses.

“I’ll ask Trafalgar to give you a raise, then.”

“He's gonna fire us both when he knows about this.”

You dive your back into the sofa, pressed under Buggy’s weight. As he kisses and laughs into your neck, you remember why you decided to follow this band of idiots in the first place: there’s no other place in the world where you’ve felt more alive.

#nevermind the blorbos #one piece fanfiction #band au #buggy the clown #buggy fic #buggy fanfiction #buggy x you #buggy x reader #one piece buggy #barto club #bartolomeo one piece #ace one piece #trafalgar law #franky one piece

[trensu]

A part of a continuation of Hawkins Halfway House for Homeless Horrors which is also on AO3.

Robin liked to make fun of him but she didn’t understand his early bird tendencies. Steve grew up playing multiple sports. That kind of lifestyle gives the body expectations. If Steve didn’t do his morning jogs, he’d be crawling up the walls halfway through the day with all his pent up restlessness. He’d tried on multiple occasions to convince her to join him since it hadn’t escaped his notice that Robin was also full of restless energy. She laughed in his face every time.

Okay, she might also have been laughing at him for his jogging outfit, but screw Robin! What did she know about athletic clothes? And there was nothing wrong with yellow! It was a happy color! Why wouldn’t he want to wear his favorite color doing one of his favorite activities?

He ran his usual route. It took him down the main street where he got to see all the shop owners get their stores ready for the day. He waved at Mr. Newby as he jogged past his electronics shop. He liked Mr. Newby. He’d helped Steve pick out the walkman he used during his morning run, and then fixed it when Steve dropped it and Robin stepped on it two days after Steve bought it. When Steve jogged past the diner, Benny gave him his usual nod of acknowledgement, which Steve returned with a smile.

Steve mapped out his jog so it lasted him the better part of an hour and finished with a quick circuit around his neighborhood. Between the main street and his neighborhood was a pleasant patch of green. There were enough trees to attract small woodland critters but not so many trees as to block out the morning sunshine. It provided a nice division between living quarters and the modest shopping district Hawkins boasted.

Steve started to slow his strides now that he was entering the last leg of his route. He looked down to fiddle with the walkman clipped at his waist in order to fast-forward the tape to the next song. In the moment of distraction, Steve tripped over a ball, of all things. Steve managed to catch himself before earning what would’ve been his third concussion. Feeling a bit huffy, Steve bent down to grab the ball that nearly murdered him.

It was a well-loved thing. A red, white, and blue basketball, scuffed up and worn smooth from use. He had no idea what it was doing at the side of a road near the woods.

Except no, wait a minute.

Steve blinked rapidly, trying to clear his eyes. He was on the sidewalk in front of an unfamiliar house. A black boy was peeking over the battered old fence surrounding the house. He had a bandana tied around his forehead and a sheepish expression on his face.

“Sorry!” the boy called. “I didn’t mean to throw it so hard! Can you give it back, mister?”

“Uh, sure,” Steve said, still trying to figure out how he arrived here. He didn’t recognize the street at all. Instead of throwing the ball back, he walked it over. The boy grinned at him when he handed the ball over the fence.

“Thanks!”

“No problem, kid,” Steve smiled back. The boy looked ready to dash back to the big tree off the driveway that had an old basketball hoop attached to the trunk. Steve cleared his throat. “Hey, could you tell me what street this is? I think I got myself turned around.”

“Oh, sure!” the boy said. “This is Upside Down Avenue. If you go that way and turn right, you’ll be on Flayer Drive, but if you go this way and turn left you’ll be on Creel Street.”

“...I don’t think I know those. Do you know which direction to get to the shopping district?”

The boy opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by barking. He let out an ‘oof’ when he was bowled over and out of view. The barking grew louder and more agitated. Was this a dog attack? Dogs could do some really bad damage on a kid. There wasn’t any screaming but what if the kid had hit his head and lost consciousness?

Steve, in his worry, ran and leapt over the fence. He barely cleared it but the fact he cleared it at all would be very impressive later when he wasn’t trying to save a kid.

When he landed on the other side, the boy was sprawled on the ground with a very, very large puppy on him. It growling and tugging at the collar of his shirt. It didn’t appear to have actually bitten the boy, though, so that was good.

“Erica, get off me! He was just asking for directions!” the boy said over the growling. He rolled over, taking the large puppy with him. He grabbed at the long black fur on the puppy’s neck and yanked her off him with surprising strength.

The puppy struggled out of the boy’s grasp and plopped down next to him. It had stopped growling and seemed to be sulking. The boy got to his feet and tried to dust himself off but the grass stains were not going to come out either, Steve knew this from experience. Steve crouched down next to the boy.

“Are you hurt?” Steve looked closely. He thought he had seen some scratches on the boy during the scuffle, but they were gone when he tried to find them now. “I thought that dog had you.”

“Nah, that’s just my dumb little sister. She can’t hurt me that bad,” the boy said with a shrug. The puppy let out a yappy sort of bark and the boy stuck his tongue out at it. Steve looked between the two of them.

“Your sister?” Steve asked. The boy’s eyes widened and a small growl started up in the dog.

“My little sister’s dog!” the boy yelped. “That’s what I meant. This is my little sister’s dog.” The boy looked really nervous. He was probably embarrassed. Steve gave him a smile.

“That’s alright, I get my words mixed up sometimes, too,” he said easily. Steve thought the dog snorted at that, but that was ridiculous. He probably imagined it. He got up and went over to grab the battered basketball that had gone flying when the boy had been bowled over. He threw it to the boy who caught it with ease. “So, you like basketball?”

The boy’s face lit up. “Yeah! I wanna join the team when I go to school.”

“Heck yeah, bud,” Steve grinned. “I used to be captain of the basketball team when I was in high school. It’s a lot of fun. What grade are you in?”

“Fifth,” he said. “But I’ll be going to Hawkins Middle School next year so I wanna be ready to try out by then. Hey, hey, can I show you what I can do? And you can tell me if I’ll make the team or not?”

Steve checked his watch. His run had already gone longer than it should have, and he still had to figure out how to get back to familiar ground so he could get home. On the other hand, he was stuck with another lousy afternoon shift. He didn’t technically have anything urgent to get done before then. He ran a hand through his damp hair to clear it from his face. He wondered where the kid’s parents were; they’d probably freak out about having some random guy watching their son shoot hoops. The kid looked at him so hopefully, though.

“Sure, I can do that,” Steve said.

The kid pumped his fist in victory, but the puppy started barking loudly. It circled the boy agitatedly. The boy tried to shove the puppy away but the puppy pranced out of reach before circling him again.

“Shut up, Erica! You’re spazzing for no reason,” the kid snapped.

“Lucas!”

A red-haired girl stomped across the yard at an alarming speed. Wisps of hair not tied back with the rest whipped around her face as a gust blew over the yard. Lucas nearly dropped the basketball with how quick he turned to see the girl. He did trip over the–still shockingly big, seriously, Steve didn’t know puppies could get that big– puppy who had stopped circling him the minute the girl shouted but had sat directly behind Lucas. The ball rolled over to where Steve stood.

“Max!” Lucas said, flustered, as he picked himself up. But Max didn’t acknowledge him. Instead she planted herself firmly between him and Steve. She glared at Steve furiously.

“Who are you?” she demanded. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Max, it’s fine,” Lucas said, reaching out to touch her shoulder but she shrugged him off roughly, her wide eyes never leaving Steve even as the wind picked up.

“No, it isn’t. He could be anybody,” she said. Her hands were balled into fists and trembled slightly. She saw him noticing and paled. She crossed her arms defensively so her hands were completely hidden. In response, Steve relaxed his stance. He kept his hands in full view and kept his movements gentle. He knew what fear looked like when he saw it.

“You’re right,” Steve said calmly. “I’m Steve. I got lost and Lucas was nice enough to let me know where I was so I can try to find myself back.”

“You told him what?” Max asked, alarmed. It was Lucas’s turn to get defensive.

“He was on the other side of the fence! It wasn’t a big deal. And now the fence let him in, so it’s all okay anyway.”

“It will be,” Max hissed. “Eddie heard Erica barking. He’s on his way.”

“Shit,” Lucas groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Language,” Steve scolded reflexively. A stronger gust of wind blew around him. His eyes started to water from all the wind. He rubbed his eyes to relieve some of the grittiness and kept them at a squint to protect them from the wind. He could barely see anything.

“How did you get here before Eddie?” he heard Lucas ask Max, apparently ignoring Steve’s scolding entirely.

“I told you, I’m a zoomer.” For the first time since she arrived, Max’s voice held a hint of playfulness.

“Zoomers aren’t a thing,” Lucas snorted in amusement.

The wind let up enough by then that Steve could open his eyes, just in time to see a man walking towards them. The puppy shot off towards the man and then kept pace with him, yipping the whole time. If it weren’t a dog, Steve would have thought it was tattling on him. With the wind whipping that dark curly hair around, Steve couldn’t get a good look at the man’s face, but he moved his body fluidly and with surety. Seeing such confidence in movement always made Steve’s stomach swoop pleasantly.

When the man reached them, he placed a gentle hand on Max’s shoulder.

“You can cool it now, Maxie,” the gorgeous man said, gesturing vaguely upwards. His voice was tender and low and Steve had the ridiculous desire to swim in it. Max didn’t look at Eddie but nodded firmly once. The wind around them finally died down. “Why don’t you three go inside?”

“But nothing happened! Erica is making it sound worse than it was,” Lucas protests. “And I still need to practice!”

“You can practice later. Go inside now,” Eddie said. Lucas looked ready to argue but Max grabbed his hand and started to drag him back. Lucas all but melted when her hand touched his, and he followed her, starry eyed. The puppy was close at their heels. In unspoken agreement, they both waited until the kids were out of sight before conversing. Steve reached out to shake Eddie’s hand.

“Hey, I’m Steve–”

“I know who you are,” Eddie scowled. “How did you get in here? That fence is warded and I know you don’t have Jeff’s card anymore.”

Warded was a weird way to say locked, and Steve had no idea how Eddie knew the guy that scammed him that time. Unless it was someone else? Jeff was a common name…but there was only one Jeff that gave him a card. Steve shook his head.

“I don’t know if the gate was locked or not. I sort of jumped the fence?”

Eddie blinked at him. “You…jumped the fence.”

“Yeah? I mean, I don’t go around jumping into people’s fenced off property, but I thought Lucas had gotten hurt so I kind of reacted without thinking.” Steve ran his hand nervously through his hair. Eddie had eyes that were…wow. They’d probably be prettier if they weren’t glaring at Steve, sure, but Steve wouldn’t survive if Eddie’s eyes looked at him with the same softness he had when he had spoken to Max.

Eddie stomped over to the fence and hovered his hands over the top of it. Then down the side of it without ever actually touching the wood. Whatever it was that he was doing, it made his brow furrow. He looked back to the house, scowl still firmly in place.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked loudly.

“Nothing!” Steve responded. He was literally just standing there, confused as hell.

“I’m not talking to you,” Eddie snapped at him, then returned his attention to the house. “You let him jump over like it was a regular fence? What are you up to, huh?”

Steve felt a retroactive burst of fear when he remembered electric fences existed. He felt stupid a split second later because the fence was the plain wooden plank kind. It wasn’t even a good wooden fence. Frankly, it looked about ready to collapse in on itself.

Steve was about to say so when he saw the house shiver. It shifted like a guilty child shuffled their feet.

“What the fuck,” Steve said instead. “What the fuck.”

Eddie let out a long sigh.

“Seriously, did you see–”

A captivating song flooded his senses. There was a brief moment of ‘this has happened before’ but it was washed away before Steve could grasp it. It wasn’t important. What mattered was that beautiful Eddie was singing his beautiful song.

“Go home, Steve,” Eddie said while the song swirled around them. “Forget.”

–

Steve threw his keys in the bowl kept near the entry. Far more gently, he took off his headphones, coiled them around his walkman, and set it next to the bowl. On the couch, Robin lounged and read one of her weird literature books. Clearly she was enjoying her day off. She looked up when Steve entered.

“Hey dingus, what took you so long?” she asked.

Normally, Steve’s morning run cleared his head. It helped him get ready and focused for the day. Today, though, Steve’s mind felt like a muddy puddle. He half wanted to go on another run but that probably wouldn’t have made a difference.

“Steve?” Robin asked. She wore a concerned expression. Steve realized that he hadn’t answered her question.

“Got turned around,” Steve mumbled.

“You got lost,” Robin said in disbelief. “On the run you’ve been doing every day since we moved here?”

Steve shrugged. “Some kid gave me directions, I guess? But I'm home now.”

He didn’t know why he said that last part out loud. It seemed important but obviously Robin could see he was home. Robin’s expression became even more concerned.

“Are you okay?” she asked. Steve nodded numbly. He didn’t want her to worry. There wasn’t any need for it. He was home now.

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” Steve said. “I think I’m gonna take a nap before work.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

Robin did not sound convinced but she let it go, much to Steve’s relief. He headed to his room. A nap would help him get his head straight.

#trensu tells stories #hawkins halfway house for homeless horrors #stranger things #steve harrington #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #max mayfield #eddie munson #steddie #this is one scene of maybe four total #Eddie is a very stubborn guy so it takes him a while to warm up to steve okay #he'll get there eventually

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 140. brb x oc

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She shouldn’t be surprised the place Rooster came with his mother was a small mom and pop shop hidden in her middle of the city. She loved how cozy it looked even from the outside, with the dark colors and the wooden beams - one of them had a little bear engraved on it, almost as if it was climbing up to the roof. Beatrice walked close to Rooster while she held Nicole to her chest, covering their daughter with part of her open jacket even if Nikki was bundled up as warm as possible.

She was having fun just by hanging close to her mother, her cheeks rosy red and eyes squinted because of the cold weather, but she was just happy to be around. “Thanks,Roos.” Beatrice whispers when her husband keeps the door open for her, smirking and winking in her direction as she walked past him towards the warm interior. The bell jingled as the door closed with Rooster shrugging off his jacket and telling her to hand Nicole over so he could remove hers.

“This is a lovely place.” she says, looking up at the ceiling and placing the coat on the hanger by the door, “It’s so…familiar.”

“It does remind a little bit of the cabin,huh?”

It did, albeit it was smaller than the cabin was, very warm and it smelled great. Beatrice couldn’t help but grin at the several pictures on the walls: a beautiful gradient from black and white to color, showing the generation of owners that passed through this establishment, “It does.” she turns to Rooster, stretching her arms to pick Nicole, “Where are we going to sit?”

He looks around for a few seconds, then does a double take at the corner, smirking, “There.” he speed walks towards it, but he’s not so fast that Beatrice can’t keep up with him, in fact he’s holding out his hand for her to take it and the three of them could get to the booth that faced the large windows. Beatrice couldn’t help the smile on her face, it reminded her of their very first date - at Trooper’s - a few years back. “You can sit down,I’ll get Nikki’s booster seat.”

“Okay.” she says once she settles, her husband leaving her alone to talk to the lady on the counter. She watches as the woman’s face widens in recognition, her hands coming up to cup her cheeks in surprise before she walks around the counter to give Bradley a hug. She hears the lady calling a male name and an elder gentleman walks out from a little room with the word ‘Office’ above the walls.

Both of them hug Rooster, then spend a few minutes talking to him. She,however, stills a bit - like a deer in the headlights - when Rooster gestures towards her and Nikki. His mouth forms the words ‘my wife’ and he grins, brightly, like the sun when he says so, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

Another round of surprised gasps and congratulatory comments were thrown his way, even if she couldn’t get all of it. He leans closer to the couple, once again pointing to his girls on the booth and the man nods with a face that clearly says ‘as if there was any doubt!’ before he walks away.

The lady pats Rooster’s shoulder and then turns him around, shushing him back to their seat. He comes back laughing like a little boy, his cheeks still flushed, “They are going to bring a booster seat,” he says, not sitting down in front of Beatrice and propping his hands on her hips, creating a Rooster shaped shield from anyone who walked into the restaurant, “And the menus.”

“They didn’t have to! We could’ve got it from the car.”

“Yeah,I tried telling them but they said with the snow they didn’t want neither of us walking outside.”

Beatrice smiled softly “They seem to know you.”

“Hah, yeah, they are the same people from when I was a kid.” he says, ‘They were…really happy to see me and even happier when I told them I got married.”

“They appeared as such.” she says, “You looked so flushed it was adorable.”

He pursed his lips with a shy little ‘hm’ escaping his throat, almost as if he wanted to laugh but couldn’t yet, like a little boy who was just told how handsome he was. That boyish charm that made her knees weak only made her feel like flying, “Yeah, well.” he digs his hands in his pockets, smiling more when the male owner walks out of the room with a booster seat - brand new too - already speeding up to meet them mid way.

Introductions were made, this man’s name was Jim and his wife’s name was Cheryl, they owned this place ever since Rooster was ‘smaller than the palm of his hand’ mentioning that Carole and Nick used to come here when they were dating. Beatrice thought it was so sweet how they remembered them and how this spot became a beacon for Goose and Carole’s relationship and, of course, Rooster’s childhood.

The man was so kind to them, he was curious about Beatrice because ‘her accent was not from ‘round there’ and she told him she was from San Diego. The look he gave Rooster, followed by the subtle jab on the pilot’s ribs - and the not so subtle wink- made her blink in confusion. And then he turned to Nicole, who immediately grinned at him, ‘ha!’ she was starting to connect sounds to words, it was adorable seeing her trying to speak the best way that she could.

After Rooster set the booster seat down and Beatrice placed Nicole in it, her husband finally sat in front of her with a gentle sigh. He kept his eyes on his watch for a second, pressing the button on the sides to light up the visor, “We are just in time for lunch, nice, and we- what?” she was grinning at him, making him laugh confusedly, “What?”

“What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“When he asked about where I was from,” she said, “He looked at you funny and he elbowed your rib as if he knew something I didn’t…soo,what do I not know about you?”

Rooster looked shocked, and amused, at the same time, only sputtering a quiet laugh before he crossed his arms, leaning back against the seat, ‘It was just a joke my mom liked to toss about.” she arched her brows waiting for him to continue, “...she used to say that my girl was going to be as warm as the sun from San Diego.” he smirks, folding his arms over the table so he could lean a bit closer to her.

Her cheeks immediately reddened and her lower lip slipped between her teeth as she chewed the soft flesh when his voice went down an octave, a deep purr that sent shivers down her body, “...really?”

“I could also say that the girl I was going to be with is also as hot as San Diego.” he smirks, “Because, well, you are aren’t you?”

“Roos.”

“And you know, I thought about it for a long time but then it escaped my mind…in fact I was only reminded of this now,when he mentioned it.” he says softly, “You are pretty much like that, Bea. Warm and beautiful…and you look amazing in a bikini.” she blushes harder, covering her face with her hands as Rooster returns to his previous relaxed position, smirking at his wife’s adorable embarrassment.

When Cheryl comes over with the menus, she gives the two a sweet look, almost proud of what she was seeing then walks back, “...well,” Beatrice clears her throat, checking what they could order while Nicole busied herself with the teething ring they brought along, “What…what should we order?”

“Hmmmm…” he taps his chin, holding the laminated paper up with his eyes narrowing just enough, “They have a great bbq here, so I might get that.”

“Oh, I think I’ll get it too then.”

“You sure?” he asks, “It’s a lot of food, gorgeous.”

Beatrice blinks, then looks down at the menu again, “W-Well, I…I want to try…we can take some back if I can’t handle it,right?”

“Of course.” he smirks, setting the menus aside as they waited, “And we can get some apple puree for Nikki…ooohh and some apple pie later. I’d love some apple pie.”

“You sure it’ll fit?’

“Oh I’ll make it fit.” he smiles, winking at her, “Why do you think I didn’t have breakfast?”

That’s true, he only had black coffee that morning…maybe she should’ve skipped as well. Beatrice,however, smiles at his expression…he’s relaxed, he’s so happy and it was like he went back ten years with how bright his expression is.He always mentioned that he wouldn’t live in Virginia again, but it was hard to ignore how elated he always looked whenever they came over to visit.

After ordering their food, and Nikki’s, Beatrice tried to not appear too shocked when that huge tray appeared in front of them. She widened her eyes, there were ribs,mac ‘n cheese, cornbread and so many other things that Beatrice didn’t even know what it was anymore, only that it smelled so good, “...o-oh wow.”

“I told you it was a lot.” he says, already licking his thumb and forefinger once he grabbed the ribs - shaking it and making the meat fall off the bone- ‘You don’t have to eat it all.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to.” she laughs nervously, choosing to open Nicole’s plastic cup where the apple puree was, their daughter clearly interested since she stopped chewing her teething ring to pay attention on what her mother was doing, little mouth parted open in wonder as the thin film that kept the cup closed was peeled off and Beatrice crumpled it into a ball, “Are you sure you can eat it all?”

“Hell yeah,I didn’t had this in years.” he smirks, taking a bite of everything and smiling with his eyes closed, almost as if he stepped into paradise the second those flavors invaded his mouth, “Fuck this is so good.”

Nicole giggles at her father’s antics, but opens her mouth to receive the apple puree at the same time, her mother just smiles at the scene and keeps her eyes on both of her favorite people in this whole wide world. Rooster is having a blast, Nicole is clearly enjoying herself but there’s more than that…it’s the fact that they were all here, in Virginia, in a place that was literally part of Rooster’s story and his parents as well.

She didn’t know why she was emotional.

Well, she did know why, it was also because of the twins but…it was so special. She hadn’t met Carole nor Goose, but she felt that Rooster was making her meet them through his eyes and…it was so sweet the way he was doing it. The first time they came they spent only a short weekend there, now they had a whole week and she couldn’t help but wonder what else he had in store for them.

Bradley looks up from his food towards her, “Baby,” his face turns serious immediately, “What’s the matter?”

“Huh?”

“You are tearing up.”

“Oh,” she quickly wipes her eyes and sniffles,laughing nervously, “Sorry, the hormones are getting to me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” she smiles after wiping Nicole’s lips with the adorable bib they gave to them - it had a tiny black bear on it - “I’m just happy to see you happy.”

Rooster’s mouth slowly turned into a smile, his cheeks darkening slightly - a hue of reddish orange on those high cheekbones of his -  and his eyes shining even more, not with tears but just…pure bliss.

“I’m just happy we are here.” she whispers, “I…I had no idea that you had a whole past with this place, Roos…it’s really nice,it really is.And the fact we are here as well, with Nikki…it’s special,it really is.” and she didn’t want to elaborate on that because she was already emotional, she didn’t need to cry more, ‘I just feel…honored? I guess that’s the word, that you brought us here.”

Bradley chews his food for a while longer, then smirks at her, holding his face on his closed fist, ‘There’s nothing like that. Baby, you are my girl.” another blush, darker this time, “And Nikki is our baby girl, I want you to enjoy a few things I did too. And if I’m able, then I’ll bring you along.”

“Well, it’s still special.”

“It is because you are here.” he adds softly, “Of course I have memories with my mom and very few with my dad…but when I bring you two- well four - along it’s because I think it’s time we…make our own memories.”

Her eyes brimmed with tears, “Roos…that’s so cute.”

“I’m just bein’ honest. What I want this week is for us to have the best time of our lives, with Nikki and the dogs…and us of course.It’ll be an amazing New Year because we’ll be together for the…second time to enjoy it? Not being deployed helps a lot.”

Beatrice’s smile gets soft again and she tucks a few hairs behind her ear, “...you think you’ll get deployed when we get back, don’t you?”

“It’s very possible.” he mutters, “I hope it’s not too long, I’d want to see the twins but…I don’t know.”

A hard silence takes over after he says that, Beatrice knows that he didn’t want to think more about it, so she cuts the convo to something else, “Are there any other places you’d like ot tell me?” she finally takes a bite of her own tray, widening her eyes and covering her mouth with a hand, ‘...oh wow this is so good,Roos.”

“Ain’t it? I thought you’d like it.” he is so proud when he says that, tapping the back of his fork against his plate and thinking about it, holding his head up still, “...there are some, I really want you to see my old school, my old high school.”

“Why? You mentioned it before.”

He pauses, the constant tapping of the fork against his plate adding to the now comforting quietness that surrounded them - the gentle voice of Etta James echoed on the speakers around the restaurant - “I can’t say my high school life was good. It was doable, it was good to handle, but I really liked the structure itself. We had a lot of trees. A lot of them, there was one right before the gymnasium, it was huge and you could climb on it and hide there during lunch if you wanted.”

“Did you and your friends do that?”

“Sometimes. My coach was always very vocal about me training. He used to say I had chicken legs and- don’t you start.” she is trying to cover her laughter, proceeding to do so by chewing some cornbread and offering him a shrug, “...and that I had to fatten them up. Which was a lie, my legs were fine back then, not so different from now. Plus I was really good, he knew I could skip a few days…” he pauses and a horrified look appears on his face, “Oh God I think he had a crush on my mom.”

“What?”

‘Oh no,oh God that’s–that explains so much.” he groans, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips then inhaling deeply once he placed his palms against his face, “Ew, eugh,fuck…anyway, let’s focus back on what we should think about and not the sudden traumatizing memory that resurfaced, please.” he drops his hands to the table, holding out his fingers, “There’s also…the bar I used to go during college, uhhh, the park where I’d go with my dog - we can take the dogs and Nikki there if it’s not too cold.”

Beatrice smiles, a lot because of his previous reaction but mainly because of his suggestions, “Yeah,we can do that, no worries.” as long as they had a good time, there was nothing wrong with that “Oh!Can I see UVA?”

“You want to?”

“Yeah,I’ve only seen pictures online and I saw your graduation pic,” he looked so handsome, his mustache was already as thick then but longer and so was his hair, he looked like a surfer guy from the 70’s, “And it was so nice…please?”

His eyes softened, “When you ask like that, how can I say no?”

“Aaa!”

“And so does Nikki,” Beatrice smiles at their daughter who’s just slapping her little hands on the seat, there’s apple puree all over her face even if Beatrice cleaned her seconds before, “She wants to see where daddy got his education.” Nicole babbles more, as if agreeing and Beatrice just laughs at their daughter’s antics, “I just want to know more about you.”

“Well, you do know about me.”

“Yes,but there’s some stuff I only found out now…like how everyone thought you’d end up with a California girl.” she blushes with a sweet grin, one that makes his own heart jump in his chest, “I need to know all your secrets.”

“It’s not a secret, I just forgot.”

“Same thing.”

He huffs a laugh, then clicks his tongue, “Alright, alright…but only,’ he points his fork at her, “Because you are cute and I’m head over heels for you.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

[sillyguycenteral]

Late to the rescue- NCIS!Gibbs x teen!Reader (platonic!!)

really short and first thing I've written and posted! :)

Gibbs was going to murder you, your prayers and calls both went unanswered. This was a nightmare devised by only the cruelest of cruel gods or maybe you were some sick bastard in your past life and this was a sick sort of revenge for your past misdeeds. You cursed Kate,Abby,Tony,Mcgee, and even Ducky as you glanced back down at your contact list. There was only one person left, who most likely wouldn’t pick up the phone but was your only shot of making it to school on time. 

Still cursing out your traitorous semi co-workers you selected the dreaded contact and waited to be sent to voicemail. “Kid, shouldn’t you be at school by now?” 

“GIBBS! OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR PICKING UP!” If anyone else had picked up you would have blown what was left of their eardrums, but the Gods weren’t that cruel and your savior picked up instead.

“Kid, why aren’t you at school? And don’t make me ask for a third time, neither of us want that.” 

“Ok, so you know how when I left this morning I was like “no, no, no, I don’t wanna make you late for work and it’s fine I can call someone and then they can pick me up.” and then you were all like “Whatever, as long as you get to school on time blah blah blah.” 

You could feel the sigh leave his body before you could hear it. 

“ I did not say “Whatever, as long as you get to school on time-" "Blah, blah, blah, don’t forget that part Gibbs, it’s very important to the story.” 

“Anyway as I was saying before you butted in, I called literally everyone in my contact list to beg for a ride and now I’m wondering how far are you from the house?”

The silence was deafening, you even had to double check that he hadn’t abandoned you in your hour of need for an easier morning, but this was Gibbs. 

“How far have you walked?” Your turn to fall silent, lying to Gibbs was fun in the moment but always ended up with you taking coffee orders for the rest of the week or not even being allowed in the office. As you weigh either option of telling your surrogate father that no, you have not in fact started walking it hadn’t even occurred to you that you could do that, you heard another resigned sigh.

“If I come back to get you and you're still in your pajamas I’m making you run coffee for Tony for the rest of the month. Am I clear?”

“Crystal clear sir.” your mock sault probably wouldn’t have gone over too well in person but thankfully this was a phone call. The call ended as fast as it had begun, and now you were left with less than 5 minutes to change into your school clothes before Gibbs came back. 

#ncis gibbs #ncis #leroy jethro gibbs #platonic #father/daughter #first fic #please be kind

[wizisbored]

I bet youve been asked this many times but where are the lungs, like are they double lunged up or is it in one of the two bodies and if its just one whats the space used for instead?... And now that i think about it most of the other organs would be double too this is honestly the first time i realised that...

Im confused

you are actually the first person to ask this, but boy am i ready to answer it. i think about centaur anatomy so fucking much you would not believe.

disclaimer - i know nothing about biology and did no research past google images im just vibing here. i try to make things logical but am not really fussed about it being strictly viable.

so they are, in fact, double-lunged (or quad-lunged? 2 sets of 2, 4 total). they're both located and sized pretty much how you'd expect, one smaller pair in the upper torso (human half) and one larger in the lower torso/barrel (horse half)

the one thing these two pairs absolutely cannot do is alternate. one cannot be exhaling while the other inhales. but if a random fun fact i picked up from researching war horse puppetry is correct, horse lungs are three times larger than human lungs. so, while both sets inhale and exhale at the same time, most of the time the lower lungs will be expanding and contracting three times as fast as the upper ones to stay in sync.

so, what is the advantage of having that many lungs? well, the main function of the system is allowing effective verbal communication while on the move.

as someone without a spare set of lungs, you may have noticed that talking while running, or even just walking if youre particularly worn out, is a bit tricky. centaurs, at least how i write them, evolved to be constantly moving through large territories of foraging and hunting grounds while also making use of complex verbal communication, so they need a way around this issue.

most of the time, a centaur's vocal chords are vibrated soley by air exhaled by the upper lungs. when they speak, they are able to increase the speed of exhalation of the upper lungs relative to the lower to do so. this means they exchange less gass through the upper lungs, but the lower are unaffected. so if they need to communicate while on the move, they can essentially use the air in the upper lungs to speak while the lower go on circulating oxygen and carbon dioxide as normal, meaning it's harder for them to get out of breath. that's not to say they can hold full converstations at a gallop no problem, though. theres still limits.

they can, if they need to, use the lower lungs to vibrate the vocal chords too via opening a valve in the throat. this allows them to make much louder sounds, mostly for long-distance calls to herdmates. they're usually wordless noises with simple meanings, harder to misinterpret over distance.

they also have two hearts, in the regular heart places.

having two ensures that enough blood makes it around both the big ol legs and the big ol brain. the two systems are linked, otherwise the brain wouldn't be able to benefit from the double respitory system, which i dont think would end too well for the centaur

so thats the cardiovascular and respiratory system of a centaur, to my understanding. ill probably make similar posts on the rest in future i love speculative biology shit

#centaur #gonna tag this as both of my aus as well #ten paces au #railway taurs au #centaur biology

[cirqueartsblog]

Howdy! I (finally) did a writing thing! I did this for the LU Discord's weekly prompt (Prompts Done Fast), and thought I'd take a stab at writing something for once. I've not written anything for the Chain before, and have had the idea of them finding a glass beach for a while now, so yeah! There are mistakes, this was timed & I couldn't go back to fix them-

As a lil fun fact: I timed this to the length of a RussianBadger video lmao (it was just over 30 mins). Anyhow, on with the story!

(Ao3 link :D)

"It's so crunchy!" Wind giggled, not rwally used to the shiny pebbles replacing the sand he was used to. The godesses had apparently decided the Chain could do with a break, and thus dumped them somewhere in Wind's world. The island was fairly small but had enough room to run around, and had the most unique beach they'd ever seen. Four dubbed it a 'glass pebble beach', though Wind thought it deserved a better name. Not that he could think of one-

"Hey Four! You know stuff, do you know how this happened?" The one in question jumped, probably not expecting a conversation in his Hylian, but nonetheless strode over, trying to recall if he did, in fact, know.

"I've only heard of these before, but sometimes bits of glass like this wash up on other islands," Wind continued. "The story I know is that bits of glass get in the ocean for whatever reason, but it pokes the gods that live down there, so they make it blunt so it doesn't hurt anyone & send it back up to the surface to be found & reused!"

"That's a nice myth, but I think it's actually the water & sand wearing it down over time," Four explained, picking up a deep purple piece & holding it up to the light.

"Ooh, that makes sense!" Wind looked out over the beach, giggling as he noticed Wild picking up random bits to keep in his slate.

"Wait, you've never seen a beach like this before?" He glanced back to Four, not expecting the question.

"I... don't think so? I mean, we get the occasional bits here and there, but the closest I've seen to this was on an island near the Old Hyrule castle. I guess it came from the old buildings near it, maybe even the castle itself! But even then, it wasn't as crazy as this,"

The two chatted for a bit longer, contemplating how the city from days past may have looked, but it wasn't to long before a mischievous grin found its way onto Wind's face.

"...What is it?" Four asked, knowing far too well what that look meant.

"Wanna see how many pebbles we can sneak into Legend's bag before he realises?" Four sat for a bit, thinking over the offer.

"Sound like a terrible plan, I'm in! Maybe we shouldn't to that to Legend, though-" Four pointed out. The Vet seemed to be actually relaxed for once, so he wasn't particularly willing to ruin that.

"Fair point! How about the Captain?" Four nodded, possibly a bit too eager to finally prank Wars.

•.•.•.•.•.•

Warriors was deep in coversation with Time as Wind shouted out to Four about something or other. He knew enough of the Sailor & Smithy's Hylian to know that it was about the glass, but that was about all he got. He watched as the two drifted off, bouncing questions & ideas off of each other.

"This is quite a view, certainly not one I can say I've seen before," Time said, taking xeir chestpiece off. Xey had taken the rest of xeir armour off already, deeming this a safe enough spot.

"Yeah, it is quite nice, if a bit weird," the Captain agreed. Everyobe seemed to agree, with most euther taking in the sight or collecting some of the pebbles. He did notice Four & Wind had quietened, and glanced over to see the Sailor's signature Chaos Grin. As quietly has he could manage, he strode over to be within earshot of the pair. Keeping an ear out for any words he knew, he picked out a few that signalled he was going to be in for some sort of prank.

"Hey Smithy, Sailor!" The pair jumped, having not noticed his approach.

"Heeey Captain, what's up?" Wind sheepishly replied, Four stifling giggles behind him.

"I think you know what," Wars replied, raisinf an eyebrow in question. "I managed to catch you two talking about me & someone's bag, which paired with the Sailor's grin, makes me think you two were planning some sort of prank." Four dissolved into laughter next to Wind, who was trying (and failing) to keep a straight face.

"Whatever would give you that idea, Cap?"

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wind #lu four #lu warriors #lu fanfiction #prompt fic #☆cirque writes☆

[munsons-maiden]

Why do you think Eddie SMILES when they’re stealing that RV and the lady and banging against the door, and then HEADBANGS as they’re getting away? It’s obviously kinda funny but he was also so disgruntled and not happy about having to Hotwire the rv? Kinda a random q but you have such good insights on him and wanna know what U think.

I LOVE these kinds of questions!

As you said, he's unhappy and very possibly disappointed in himself because he swore to himself he wouldn't wind up like his dad did and hotwiring a car is exactly what his dad did and wanted Eddie to do - it's a symbol of the life Eddie actively rejected. Yes, he might be selling weed and the occasional pill/ketamine but selling low-key drugs, even though illegal, is a very different type of crime than stealing cars/ stealing stuff in general because apart from it being illegal, it's..."honest" work (in lack of a better definition); we see Eddie mainly deals weed and he doesn't push weed or anything else on anyone so each deal is informed and consentual, in a way like selling ice cream at Scoop's. Just with weed and without the little sailor's costume. Eddie despises the fact that he has to hotwire that camper - but it's neccessary. There's no other choice because that camper is the only way to get to the War Zone fast enough to get weapons and save the world, so while a crime, the reason this crime is rooted in is a noble and heroic one. Eddie knows that, which is why he manages to push back the disappointment and the memories pretty quick, and the fact that he knows it's wrong but neccessary in the long run takes off the edge of the situation.

Now, we know Eddie's not a mean or malicious person, he's not delighted in other people's misfortune, so we can exclude those as reasons for his grin in that situation.

Which means there are only a few options left which would be true to Eddie's character:

adrenaline. Eddie, someone who admits to being so scared most of the time that all he does is running, has stopped running and is about to face Evil - true Evil, monsters, a whole other dimensions full of things that want to kill him (and already tried to) but he has no choice because somebody has to stop Vecna and save the world.

gallows humor (because of the above)

he's scared senseless but he's still starting to feel proud of his decision to stay and help, that he'll be a hero alongside the others and stop running, finally do something to get himself out of the horrible situation he's been stuck in for the past few days, which brings a certain boisterousness

these two neighbors are painted as...well, not as mean people but the way one would imagine very typical, small-minded hicks. Not a poor single mom or a sweet old couple but they're painted as rather disagreeable which leads me to the final point which is more of a personal headcanon/assumption than proven by canon: it's personal. The choice to steal exactly this camper was a personal one. There's a story. These two either butted heads with Wayne, or with Eddie, or both. Maybe called the police on him for practicing the guitar too loud or blasting his music too loud, idk, but I'd bet my left arm Eddie picked that camper for a reason and I'd bet my right arm that we'd all agree with his reason 😂

as for the headbanging...it was metal so headbanging was absolutely fitting for the situation

One a sidenote: Robin and Dustin show a similar reaction to Eddie's - Dustin comments, very bemusedly, "Shit, they look pissed" to which Robin replies sardonically, "It's not every day that you lose your house and car in one swoop" so Eddie's definitely not the only one who's having fun here and I love it 😂

(Idk if it's okay to tag you but @kedreeva , I think I'd love to hear your take on that scene 😁)

#kiki answers #eddie munson #eddie munson meta #stranger things #stranger things 4

[randoauthor]

Slow Burn (R.F)

Pairings: Bob x Civilian!Reader

Warnings: some swearing, a suggestive line or two, bob falling in love so it's just cute.

Word Count: 1K

Author's Note: Hiiii! This was a fun one to write because I got to show Bob from a different point of view because we don't get to see much of him in the movie!

July

The Hard Deck was packed. Navy soldiers wandered in their khaki uniforms, some looking like lost puppies, others attempted to pick up random girls or guys.

You stand behind the bar with Penny, people watching and serving drinks suited you better than sitting within a cockpit.

Day in and day out with toom the shameless flirting these hot heads had to offer, yet today someone caught your eye.

He was quiet, sitting in the corner of the bar watching who you assumed to be their friends. He seemed content with what he was doing despite the fact that he was being made fun of.

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You watch as he cautiously walks past the group of what appeared to be a bachelorette party and up to the bar. Offering him a warm smile he takes a seat at the bar and attempts to place a rather large order.

Chuckling he apologizes. "I don't do this very often I apologize."

Returning the laugh you shoot back, "don't worry we get newcomers all the time."

He looked surprised, "what? oh no, I'm not new, I've been to bars plenty of times before." he managed to stutter out causing you to laugh.

"(Y/n)." You say with an extended hand, "Bob." he says with a shake.

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August

Both of you had begun slowly, first with a cheeky text every now and then throughout the day, then it turned into texting daily, sometimes calling each other at night, and now here you two are. Sending flirty texts any chance you get and falling asleep together on the phone every night.

Then the call came.

The one where you learned that he and Phoenix had been in an accident and he was in the hospital, and then you quite literally flew to the Base Hospital, barely stopping through the gate. In fact, Rooster just about caused an accident by jumping in front of you the way he did. But then again, you wouldn't be in the hospital waiting room now if it wasn’t for him.

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Sitting in a chair next to his bed you watched him sleep, his chest slowly rising and falling with every little snore he gave. You realized then that you had fallen for him. You had fallen hard. you couldn’t see yourself without him.

Feeling a squeeze you pull yourself from your thoughts to meet the eyes of an incredibly dorky guy.

"You almost died." You begin,

"Yes but I didn't." He said smiling.

"You are definitely an idiot though." You joke.

"Only when it comes to you." He stated.

And you two stayed like that, holding hands until the nurses kicked you out. And when the morning came, you were the one who got him from the hospital.

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September

He has already been gone a week. And you were going crazy without him.

It had been just under a month since Bob and Phoenix crash landed, and now he was overseas doing some top secret save the world type mission. It was crazy dangerous and you tried to beg him not to go.

And oh did you try.

You tried so hard that the two of you didn't leave the bed for a whole day. But, at the end of it all, you knew he had to go.

But man did you miss him, and he missed you.

Three more weeks and he would be home, and with you again.

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October

You can see his aircraft ship. You can almost see him and you feel your smile growing wider.

Then there he was.

And oh did he look good, his dress blues seemed dressier than usual. He couldn’t get to you fast enough, wanting to run but needing to avoid getting in trouble he sped his way through the crowd to you.

Grabbing you and pulling you into a tight hug, lifting you off your feet.

"I missed you," he mumbled into your hair. "I missed you more." You said back.

"Impossible." He said quietly, kissing you softly making the world around the two of you vanish.

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November

Once Bob got off his ship you vowed to never let him leave your sight. But when the Navy calls, he has to answer. And while you hated seeing him go, you knew it was for the greater good.

Though he did have to promise you, multiple times that he would come back in one piece. You wanted to believe him, you really did. but there will always be a small part of you that wouldn't.

So you did the best you could of trying not to cry while you kissed him goodbye, he held you a little tighter and a little longer than usual. And then he kissed you goodbye with glassy eyes and joined his friends on the boat, waving at you sadly.

And you waved back.

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January

Bob didn't get to come home for Christmas. He missed Thanksgiving and New Year. Most of all he missed you, he missed every little thing that you did that he got to fall in love with while he was home.

The way you scrunched your nose right before you sneezed.

How you sang in the shower when you thought he couldn't hear.

He loved watching you dance around the kitchen in his shirt that was too big for you.

Oh, and he loved when you wore his shirts, especially when there is nothing underneath.

But most importantly he loved you and he couldn't wait to get home to tell you that.

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February

After three very long months, your sailor was finally coming home.

And you couldn't be happier.

So you stood, amongst the wives and other girlfriends, excitedly waiting for his boat to dock.

And then you were finally in his arms again. and before you could open your mouth to tell him how much you missed him he caught you off guard with the three words you had been dying to hear.

"I love you."

Smiling wide you kissed him, and the both of you mixing laughter and tears as you finally had each other again.

And both of you realized that the slow burn of him coming and going made your lives so much better.

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