#immediately after posting the thought grips me what if it’s bad even if I don’t think it’s bad per say

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Me immediately after posting my fic: welp, time to never look in that thing's direction again, if I see it even out of the corner of my eye, I'm gonna be ill

#fanfiction #fanfic #aaahh #tosses it into the void and runs #it’s not that I dislike it it’s that I dislike the idea of it being perceived and disliked #immediately after posting the thought grips me what if it’s bad even if I don’t think it’s bad per say

[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club - Part 7

Pairing: The Grid x Reader, Lance x Reader

Summary: reader in a crash, book club dads worried af abt her

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You felt nervous going into Spa, a feeling that you just couldn’t shake. You had talked to Kimi about it and even crashed the Haas garage to talk to your best friends, but nothing could shake the pit as you climbed into the pit as the light rain started. Max looked at you and gave you a thumbs up before getting into his car.

You’ve never done great at Spa, the only reason you are P4 is because of the rocket ship that is you car. That was one lap, this is 44 laps. You release a shaky breath and focus on the lights above you. Not even 10 laps later the pit in your stomach increases due to the increased rainfall. You can’t get rid of the feeling despite your intense concentration on driving.

My tires aren’t going to last much longer, I’m losing grip.

Copy, Y/n, push one more lap then we will bring you in.

By the time you reported the tire conditions you were already mostly through sector three. You resteel yourself and push the car as hard as you could while managing the tires.

It’s when you enter sector two that you panic a little. You are losing grip faster than you thought and have begun fighting the steering.

GUYS SOMETHING IS HAPPENING

Y/n?

Y/n? Are you okay? Y/n!

Your wheels lose grip to the track and send you into the wall. It’s a nasty crash that immediately red flags, the debris across the track plus the rain increasing was enough for the FIA to red flag it. Your head is pounding and your vision a little blurry. Only when your ears stop ringing do you hear the radio.

Fuck, yeah I’m okay

You slur the words and pull yourself out of the car, immediately collapsing when you stand up as everything fades to black.

Lance, slow down, red flag, red flag.

Andrew? Who was that, don’t tell me it was Y/n. Fuck, is my wife ok?

It was her, no word back yet. Nothing over her radio from what we can tell.

Andrew, I need to know. Is. She. Ok.

She just said she was ok over the radio. There is debris across the track, stop the car and a marshall will get you back to the garage.

Shit, that’s bad. Andrew, what are you hiding from me?

Lance stops the car and gets out when it is safe to do so, as indicated by the marshal, but his heart drops when he sees you being put into ambulance.

“Mr Stroll, please let me at least let me get you back to the garage,” the marshal senses that he wants to fun over to the scene. Lance reluctantly goes back to the garage where he immediately pulls out of the race and goes to the hospital where they are taking his wife.

Max, Y/n crashed behind you, red flag.

Shit, is she okay?

No confirmation yet, make your way back to the pit lane.

Max feels his heart drop. He knew how uncomfortable you were going into the race and he would do anything to go back and time and tell her not to race. The red flag ended the race, and every driver had a similar reaction to Max and Lance. Max felt sick that that’s how he won, and he said as much in the post-race interviews. It was visible how much he and the paddock cared about you. Every one of your grid dads, as you affectionately called them when talking to Max, came over to him asking for updates, hoping Max would know more since he was your teammate.

“Lance, take a seat, pacing won’t help,” Kimi tells Lance, equally worried and frustrated at the lack of information as they wait in the hospital. Kimi was already on his way after the phone call this morning, this wasn’t what he expected when he touched down. Half the grid is sitting in the room, their legs bouncing or anxiously conversing.

“Mr. Stroll,” a nurse says, causing the both of them to hop up and walk to the desk.

“Who is Mr. Stroll?” she asks and Lance slightly raises his hand.

“I am, this is her father,” Lance says, the nurse motions for the two of them to follow.

“The doctor is in the private room waiting for you,” she closes the door behind Lance and Kimi.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Janssens. I have a bit of good and bad news. Good news is that Y/n only has a mild concussion, some whiplash, sprained wrist, and a small hairline fracture of the wrist. Bad news is that she’ll be out of racing for at least a month,” both Kimi and Lance cringe at the news.

“That’s all? It was a nasty crash,” Lance asks a bit skeptically, looking at your sleeping figure.

“Based on tests and scans, we have ruled out any head, neck, and back breaks. We have her pain meds, which is why she’s sleeping. She will likely be under observation for another day or two,” the doctor says, trying to relay the information in a delicate manor.

“Thank you,” Kimi dismisses the doctor, a hand resting on your shoulder. He and Lance sit in silence for a minute, gathering feelings and thoughts.

“She looks so peaceful,” Lance says softly, holding his sleeping wife’s hand.

“I’ll give you a moment while I talk to Christian and the drivers. Think about when you want to make a statement. I may hate the media, but you don’t want them to be hounding the hospital,” Kimi says before stepping out. Kimi and Christian quickly come to an agreement about the seat, the later not wanting to lose out on his second driver. The grid takes the news relatively well, but they all know how lucky they were, especially you. Pierre and Charles may have been handling it the worst.

“Kimi, will you look over this statement?” Lance asks, knowing the older man is an expert in saying things vaguely.

All-

We want to thank you for your support following Y/n’s crash. She is currently in the hospital under the care of great doctors. We are thankful that she is okay and look forward to a smooth recovery.

- The Räikkönens and Strolls

“Looks fine to me, I will take care of the outside stuff. You focus on our girl,” Kimi goes into Dad mode, sending the message to Red Bull and Lawrence. He posts the statement first on his account, Red Bull and Lawrence following shortly afterwards. Red Bull edited it slightly to reassure fans that you still had your seat waiting for you.

“Lance? You ask as you wake up, wincing from the pain. The room is dimmer, as to not strain you.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he says softly, brushing hair from your eyes.

“Everything hurts,” you groan.

“Going into the wall will do that to you, you got lucky,” Kimi says from beside Lance.

“Dad? What did the doctor say, when can I get back into the car?” your vision slightly blurry as your eyes adjust to being awake.

“You have a concussion, whiplash, wrist sprain, and a hairline fracture. You’ll be out for about a month,” Kimi says, heart aching.

“Some of the guys are here? Want me to bring them in?” Lance asks, doing his best to distract you from the amount of time you will be out.

“Yeah,” you verbally confirm, not able to nod your head due to the neck pain. Lance leaves the room to grab the grid.

“I’m sorry, crashes like this are the worst,” Kimi tells you, clearly still affected by your crash.

“Thanks for being here, you didn’t have to leave everyone for me,” you says softly, thinking about your family back in Finland.

“They want to know that you are ok, and you are still my daughter, of course I will be here,” he replies, his softer side showing.

“I didn’t mean to scare everyone. Robin, Rianna, and Grace weren’t watching, right?” you panic a little, scared for their young minds.

“No, they know you are hurt, but they think it’s just a boo boo,” Kimi reassures you. The grid comes in and sufficiently distracts you, happy to know you’re okay.

You spend the next month in Finland with Kimi and your family, working back to 100%. Kimi takes you karting when you are almost fully recovered, getting you back to normal. Lance visits when he isn’t racing.

“Sissy, why do you have to go?” Robin asks, you tested in F1 cars again and got the green light to race again.

“I have to go drive in circles really really fast, just like Papa used to,” you crouch down to his level. Your sisters equally sad at your departure.

“What if you get a boo boo again?” Rianna asks, and you pause, thinking about how to explain it well.

“Do you stop going to the park even after your fall and get a boo boo there? Sometimes we get hurt, but that’s ok,” you don’t promise that you won’t get hurt, that’s not a promise you can keep. Rianna nods, understanding but sad you aren’t staying.

“Will Lancie come back next time?” Robin asks, not wanting to let you go.

“He will, I’ll be back in a couple weeks, it’ll fly by,” you give you siblings one last hug. Kimi hugs you goodbye as well, he spent the past week going over the track with you and talking about strategies.

When you get to the track, you are stopped by every driver, asking how you are and saying how much they missed you.

“Welcome back,” Fernando greets you when you walk into the club meeting.

“I listened to the audiobook, let’s get this party started,” you smile, happily listening to Lewis and Daniel fight about some symbolism. Your boys pampered you for your return. George brought you coffee from Mercedes, Logan brought you a pastry that he picked up from a bakery. Valtteri gave you some home remedies for your sore muscles that he swore works wonders. Kevin and Nico just hugged you but that was enough for you.

“Max was freaking out, he chewed out the Red Bull team for not pitting you earlier,” Daniel tells you, having filled in for you while you were hurt.

“That’s nice of him,” you smile to yourself. Lewis had also been vocal in interviews about how your crash could’ve been prevented if the race had ended sooner due to the rain.

“Y/n! Have a second?” a reporter asks and you nod.

“See you later, Danny,” you wave goodbye to him and approach the mic.

“Thanks for joining me, I just have a couple quick questions. First off, how are you feeling?”

“I’m really good, a little sore, but itching to get into the car again,” you reply, not giving away more than that regarding your injuries.

“You certainly seemed to scare the grid when you weren’t responding after the crash. How has your welcome back been?” the reporter pushes for more information.

“They’ve been great, they all came to the hospital to visit and have taken great care of me today. I obviously feel bad for scaring them, but they are the best competitors I could ask for,” you smile, before leaving the interview.

“Welcome back, kid,” Max hugs you when you walk into the Red Bull motorhome. You sing Super Max when you see him, having spent the last month listening to the silly songs that have been written for the drivers

“Thanks Maxie. Who is the better teammate, me or Daniel?” you grin, putting the dutchman in a tough spot.

“Daniel, for sure,” Max jokes. Your jaw drops and you turn around, leaving to go to another motorhome. You find yourself in McLaren, singing Let’s Go, Lando, with Lando himself who was happy to join in with your under-the-breath singing. Oscar wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh at or murder the two of you.

“What brings you to our home?” Oscar asks once you both stop singing.

“Max said he liked Daniel more than me as a teammate,” you pout, not revealing that you knew he was joking.

“Right, I’m texting Lance,” Oscar shakes his head with a laugh, leaving you and Lando to chat.

“Y/n, love, you just healed, let’s not get hurt by forcing McLaren security to kick you out,” Lance laughs when he sees you and Lando bonding.

“Noooo, we were just becoming friends, she never hands out with drivers that are her age,” Lando whines. You give him an ick face.

“For good reason, you are all icky,” you quickly turn to Lance, “not you, baby,” you smile and turn back to Lando, “why would I hang out with you all and party after races when I can spend time with the older drivers whose company I prefer,” your eyebrow quirks.

“Say what you want, I’ve seen you at our parties. You have more fun than Lance,” Lando grins.

“Alright Lance, let’s go,” you get up, Lance assisting you since you are still a little slow due to the aches still in your muscles. He walks with you hand in hand back to Red Bull where your trainer helps work out your neck muscles and tape your neck and wrist.

“Let us know if you are feeling pain, if you have to pull out of free practice early, pull out. There is no shame if you are hurting,” Christian tells you, before you get to your car.

“I know, I’ll let you know,” you smile, feeling good in the car. After FP1, all of your grid dads found you after weigh ins, checking you over.

“Mi hija, are you okay? Does anything hurt? How is your hand,” Fernando asks, filling his usual position as the overprotective grid dad.

“A little sore, yeah,” you groan as you roll your shoulders.

“Don’t do that, let’s get you to an ice bath, then some heat,” Kevin says. Lance and your trainer don’t bother checking in on you.

“Let’s have a, well what your would call, a girls night. Help you recover,” Lewis suggests. And that’s how you spend the next few nights, in pajamas, with fluffy blankets, alternating cold and heat on your neck, watching movies of books you had read with the club.

“Petition to make this an occurrence each race?” Valtteri proposes at one point, getting eight voices in agreement back. They did a wonderful job of helping you recover, and the encouraging phone calls to Kimi helped you feel more than ready to race when race day approaches.

“IT’S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO! GREAT START FROM RÄIKKÖNEN!” The announcer yells into the mic as you gain a few places, toe to toe with Max.

Can I race?

Permission to Race, give em hell, Y/n

You end up winning the race with a 1-2 finish, pulling a Carlos Sainz and Ferrari after his appendix removal. Your first F1 win.

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo #f1 grid x reader #f1 grid #george russell #logan sargeant #max verstappen #valtteri bottas #kimi raikkonen #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll #lewis hamilton #nico hulkenberg #kevin magnussen

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Not Meant To Care - Xaden Riorson x Reader

Prompt - “Since when did you ever care about me?!” “Since fucking forever!” from anonymous. A/N: I definitely didn't forget to schedule this weeks posts. Not at all.... Anyway, enjoy some Xaden! Masterlist

Every part of my body screamed at me as I hobbled down the stairs from the flight field. The pain reminding me of the first few times I flew on my dragon last year. It had been a while since I had felt like this. Today an opposing squad from another wing had been paired with ours for the class. And it had gone bad fast.

The other squad were on us in seconds despite it being a class to learn new manoeuvres. I had fallen victim to two other riders sandwiching me and my dragon between theirs. With them having larger dragons they had easily manoeuvred us into a flip, and I hadn’t had a chance to grip onto my dragon properly before I was thrown from their back. Luckily another squad member had seen it and flew over to catch me. But the impact had shook my entire body. Everything now aching and hurting because of it. Each step causing another ripple of pain to shoot you my body. The pain getting worse with every step. I had been dumb enough to brush off my squad mates when we got back and was now alone for my decent back to the quadrant. It was going to be a long and painful hobble over to the healers.

After what feels like hours I finally descend into the rotunda. A few people turn and whisper as I hobble in and start to make my way towards the healers. I hear rushed footsteps and look up to see Bodhi and Imogen rushing over to me.

“What the hell happened to you?” Bodhi asks urgently as he wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his side, taking the brunt of my weight.

I wince in pain, but without bearing all of my weight I can’t help the sigh of relief as I lean into Bodhi.

“Just a little mishap in flight training.” I get out between gritted teeth.

“A little mishap that’s left your hobbling across the court yard like you’re in your ninety’s?” Imogen questions as she falls into step as Bodhi slowly walks me towards the healers quadrant.

I wince in pain as Bodhi walks us up some stairs, causing them both to share a concerned look.

“It’s fine. Nothing a healer can’t fix.” I tell them sternly.

“Y/N, you are the best flier in your year and probably one of the best in the quadrant right now. This isn’t little.” Bodhi’s voice pleading me to tell them what had happened.

As we turn the corner to the healers quadrant I wince in pain, my eyes screwing shut. I don’t even register the sound of Imogen’s rushed footsteps leading away from us as Bodhi hurries me towards the healers quadrant.

Bodhi barges through the door, fully taking my weight as he is guided towards the back area of the room where the menders reside. I groan in pain as he lowers me on the bed. I barely register the nurse and Bodhi talking as I focus on my breathing. Clearly the impact of the fall had caused more damage than I had thought.

Something cold on my head startles me and I look up to see Bodhi pressing a damp cloth to my head. I sigh in relief, the coolness taking the edge off the pain. He offers a small smile as I feel something wash over me. I look over to see a mender grasping my hand in theirs. I feel my body slowly release the pain. As if they are drawing it into themselves through our connected hands. My body sags in relief as the tension is released. My eyes start to flutter close. A side effect of mending was the toll it took on the mended and the patient. As I fall into a peaceful slumber I vaguely hear a loud gruff voice yelling my name in the distance.

When I open my eyes I immediately know I’m not in the healers quadrant. Instead I lie in a much softer bed, tucked into a blanket. As I breathe, I note the smells of mint, leather and something that reminds me of a flower or citrus. I’d smelt it before, but where? My answer quickly comes to me as the sound of a chair creaking draws my eyes over to the last person I expected to see. Xaden. I was in Xaden’s room. Xaden who I’d always had a stupid crush on, despite how much we despised each other. We had never gotten along. Always bickering and pestering each other. Pushing each others buttons whenever we could. And yet here I was. In his bed as he watched over me. His Onyx eyes scan over me, assessing me for any pain. As I stretch and sit up I am relieved to feel none of the pain I had felt earlier. Even in the lower light of the room I note Xaden’s shoulders sag in relief, as if relieved to see I am no longer in pain. But the expression on his face remains almost neutral, except for the twitch of his jaw.

”Care to explain?” He asks, anger evident in his tone.

”I don’t need to explain anything.” I snap at him as I shove the blanket off me and stand.

I go to shove past him but his hands grasps my wrist tightly, turning me back to him.

”Yes you do. Now how the hell did you go from being perfectly fine after lunch, to being in excruciating pain to the point Bodhi had to drag you to the healers.” He demands, his onyx eyes piercing into mine.

I nearly cave under his gaze. Tell him what he wants. But I do what I always do. Push his buttons and push him away. Just like the stupid feelings I have for him.

”Like I said. I don't need to explain anything to you. Just a flight manoeuvre that went wrong.” I snap again as I pull my wrist from his hand. “Why are you acting like you care? Since when did you ever care about me?”

”Since fucking forever!” He snaps, his words echoing around his room as silence falls over us.

Xaden’s eyes go wide as he realises what he’s said. The panic clearly evident in them as he looks into mine. As if his emotions had taken over and he hadn’t meant to reveal what he had.

“Y-you hate me. You don’t care about me.” I say, my voice shaking slightly as I slightly shake my head at him.

No, there’s no way Xaden feels the same way I do. No way does he have the same feelings I shouldn’t have for him. The feelings I try to dampen every single day. He can’t.

”But I do. I do fucking care as much as I might not show it. I fucking care about you.” He takes a step towards me, my neck craning back to look up at him as his body becomes flush with mine. He’s so close I swear he could hear how loudly my heart is beating. “And I know you do to. As much as we might try to prove we hate each other every day. We haven’t for a while.”

I shake my head. ”No, we haven’t” I admit.

As my words leave my mouth, the smirk I tried to convince myself I hated on a daily basis but secretly loved graced his lips. The lips I had wanted on mine since we came to this god damn death college. As if we share the same thoughts, Xaden grasps my face between his hands and pulls me into a kiss, before guiding us over to the bed.

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #xaden riorson #xaden x reader #xaden riorson x reader #xaden riorson fanfic #the fourth wing

[violetsteve]

If you prefer, this is also posted on AO3

After the almost end of the world, Steve decides he’s going to put the moves on Eddie Munson.

Robin may or may not laugh in his face when he announces it.

The thing is, despite Robin almost laughing him out of the building, the thing is Steve is still figuring out his sexuality. He knows he likes girls, he’s always liked girls, but then Robin pointed out that maybe he couldn’t figure out what he wanted because he wasn’t looking in the right place and Steve realized she was right . Sure, Robin had meant more of a ‘ stop going after girls who are traditionally pretty and from well off families and try going out with girls whose company you actually enjoy’ and not a ‘ hey, dudes are kinda hot, too, right? It was real weird how transfixed you seemed to be on Eddie Munsons lips while we were actively fighting demon monsters,’ but Steve has always been good at reading in between the lines. Or, more like inserting what he wants in the gaps of what people leave unsaid.

So, no, Robin did not tell Steve to open his eyes and realize that straight guys don’t exactly think about how another guys lips will look slick with spit, how they’ll feel under the pressure of his thumb, what the sweet satisfaction of them partying so readily under his will feel like, but she did tell him to broaden his horizons and honestly, they were basically the same thing.

Which is why Steve feels like she should be more supportive of his plans to woo Eddie Munson onto his couch—and maybe, if he’s feeling ambitious, eventually into his bed.

“Robin, come on . I’m serious!” Steve will never admit, even under Russian torture again, that he whines it. He’s coming to Robin as a sounding board, not so she can make fun of him. If he wants someone to make fun of his lack of prowess, he would go talk to Dustin. 

Or, yeah on second thought no. He’s not actually sure his ego could take that much of a hit at the moment.

“Sorry, sorry,” she gasps, gripping the—newly rebuilt and polished—family video counter in front of her. “I just—Steve, that’s-that’s so ambitious . You literally just came out to me less than a week ago and you’re already talking about getting with a boy. And Eddie Munson at that.”

Steve scowls at her, crossing his arms over his chest in a way that he knows looks bitchy, but he can’t help it because—

“Don’t say his name like that. He literally almost died to save us all. He’s not fucking dirty .”

Robin immediately sobers, a guilty, but irritated look on her face. “That’s not how I meant it, Steve, and you know it. Don’t get bitchy at me just because you’re feeling sensitive about your feelings for a boy.”

And that’s the crux of it, isn’t it? Steve isn’t really angry at her for laughing—Robin makes fun of him at least 7 times a day, Steve would be more concerned if she didn’t make at least one joke about this—and he isn’t even mad at her for putting a weird emphasis on Eddie’s name. No, he’s all twisted up about his feelings and he’s never been good at expressing them, let alone talking about them. He’s feeling self conscious and his skin is prickling with embarrassment and the easiest thing to do is lash out about it.

“That’s not—“ Steve cuts himself off, looking away from Robin as his shoulders slump. “You’re right,” he mumbles. “Sorry. I just. I wanna fucking kiss him so bad , Rob, and that freaks me out a little.” Steve untucks one of his arms to scrub a hand over his face, leaving the other one tucked around his waist to protect his vulnerable bits.

“Hey,” Robin murmurs, closing the distance between them so she can settle her hands on his shoulders. “I get it. Do you think I acted like a sane person the first time I realized I wanna kiss girls? I think I cried for a week. Kerry the stuffed Koala had to go to therapy because of all of my crying. It was a serious time in the Buckley house.”

Steve smiles behind his hand. He loves her so much. She’s really his best friend. He’s so thankful for her.

“You still cry about kissing girls,” Steve says, rather than admitting any of that. She already knows she’s smart, Steve doesn’t need to add any more to her ego. It just gives her more brain to bully him with.

He drops the hand covering his face to look at her. “Only now it’s more of a,” Steve puts on a high pitched, whiny voice, “‘why do I have to go to work when I could be spending all day making out with my girlfriend.’” He brings both of his hands up to clasp in front of his chest, batting his eyelashes at her in a fake-coy way.

Robin shoves at him, catches him off guard and he goes stumbling backwards into the counter, laughing the whole way. 

“Shut up , you absolute dickhead, ” she all but screeches, reaching out to give his chest another shove for good measure. “You literally have no room to talk considering you started this shift by announcing your intentions to, quite literally, crawl into Eddie’s lap and kiss him stupid . That’s almost verbatim what you said, Steve.”

Steve’s still chuckling as he rights his position a little, leaning back against the counter more comfortably. “Yeah, I did say that.” He sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth before he continues with, “I really, really wanna sit on his lap and kiss him until he can’t focus, Rob.”

Robin rolls her eyes, but it’s more fond than annoyed. Steve can tell—he’s been on the receiving end of about 90 percent of Robin’s eye rolls, he’s getting good at distinguishing the emotions behind each one.

“I still can’t believe you have a crush on Eddie Munson of all people. He’s so weird ,” She laughs, but Steve can tell that that, too, is fond. Robin and Eddie have a weird friendship. They geek out over obscure instruments and the nuance of tacky movies together. Steve doesn’t get it, but he enjoys watching how expressive both of them can be. He once watched Eddie climb onto a table while arguing with Robin about one of their movies. Robin followed him up shortly after, though, so Steve isn’t sure why she thinks the weird is limited to Eddie.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, and he’s man enough to admit that it sounds dreamy . God, he’s pathetic over Eddie. It scares the shit out of him. “You know, the other day he gave me a rock. It wasn’t even, like, a cool rock. It was literally just a rock. When I asked him why he just shrugged and was like ‘I dunno, it made me think of you.’”

Robin’s grin grows. “Oh my God. What did you do with the rock?”

Steve shoots her a disgruntled look. “What do you think I did with the rock? I put in my pocket and then brought it home and set it on my nightstand. Eddie gave it to me, I wasn’t just going to throw it on the ground again. That’s rude.”

Robin absolutely cackles at this, there’s no other way to describe it. She’s awash in glee as she claps her hands together a few times. “ Jesus , Steve. You’ve got it so bad for this man.”

“God,” Steve mutters, running a hand over his face again. “That’s not even the worst part, Rob. He like. He grabs his utensils with his whole fist when he eats. It’s so weird, and it’s so messy . It makes fuck all sense. He doesn't even grab a pencil that way. Just his fucking eating utensils . 

“And he walks so chaotic. He just randomly breaks into a sprint. Just starts fucking running out of nowhere. And he bounces. As if the random running wasn’t enough, he just fucking starts jumping. Sometimes he jumps at me, and it’s all I can do to actually catch him before he eats dirt. Or- or he’ll just. Spin. Just twirl in the middle of the sidewalk while still carrying on a conversation.” Steve slumps, his back getting slightly scraped against the counter as he sinks to his butt.

“The man has zero regard for personal space and he always makes way too intense of eye contact. Sometimes he’ll use one of his character voices in the middle of an otherwise totally normal conversation, and he’s always climbing on things. He’s loud and he’s weird and I wanna wrap my fingers around the collar of his shirt, shove him against a wall and then shove my tongue down his throat , jesus christ. ” Steve buries his face in his knees, his mind playing an endless loop of Eddie smiling with those stupid lips that are always cherry red and raw from his constant gnawing. Steve wants to bite them for him.

“Oh, my God, Steve.” Robing sinks down to sit across from him. “This is pathetic . I, like, knew you had a crush on Eddie but this is like. Dangerous territory. Like, the next step might be the L word level territory.”

Steve makes a small squeaking noise, his face still buried in his knees. Robin’s words hint at something that Steve is so not ready to admit to himself yet. She’s hitting way too close to something Steve has been avoiding actively and vehemently since he realized the attraction he feels for boys is decidedly not of the straight variety.

For a moment, neither of them say anything. Then, like the angel she so clearly is, Robin says, “So, wanna tell me about operation ‘crawl into Eddie’s lap and makeout with him?’”

Steve laughs, the tightness in his chest slowly easing. He lifts his head, and then spills his guts.

***

The plan starts simply. First, he needs to get Eddie alone . No annoying tagalongs to potentially interrupt.

It’s easier said than done. For two days straight, Steve asks Eddie to hang out and, somehow, one of the kids manages to weasel into their plans.

It’s driving Steve nuts.  

He casually asks Eddie to watch a movie, give him a proper education like him and Robin are always going on about, and Dustin overhears and invites himself.

He asks Eddie to go for a walk, makes an excuse about it being gorgeous outside while he plots ways for the walk to end right outside his house, isn’t that neat, but Lucas and Max overhear and suddenly it’s a group affair.

He asks Eddie to get milkshakes, plans to lure him back to his house with the promise of complete control of Steve’s record player, but El overhears and asks if she can tag along and Steve just can’t look into her big, earnest eyes and tell her no. He’s not a monster.

So they get milkshakes with El, and it’s fun . Of course it’s fun, but Steve is getting desperate . It’s been a little over a week since he hatched his mad plan with Robin and he’s about to start climbing the walls with anticipation.

It doesn’t help that Eddie has a mother fucking oral fixation. At every opportunity he’s either putting stuff in his mouth or chewing on something. It’s fucking rude, is what it is. It’s like he doesn’t even realize Steve is suffering.

It all finally comes to a head a full week and four days after his conversation with Robin on the floor of Family Video. He’s stopping by Eddie’s house to grab something Dustin left behind because Dustin asked and he’s nice . It’s maybe also because it’s a great excuse to see Eddie, but Dustin sure as shit doesn’t need to know that that’s the sole reason Steve said he will.

Eddie is slightly bent over, riffling through his Dungeons and Dorks stuff, and Steve is trying so hard to pretend like he’s not entirely focusing on his ass and the line of exposed skin above his belt. If Eddie turns around right now, he’s busted for sure.

Eddie’s just mentioned some kind of dragon when he lets out a triumphant noise, his story coming to an abrupt halt as he spins on his heel to face Steve.

“Aha!” He exclaims, thrusting a notebook in Steve's direction. 

Steve automatically reaches out to take it, his fingers brushing over the backs of Eddie’s in the switch over. Eddie bites his bottom lip at the contact, avoiding Steve’s gaze, and suddenly all Steve is thinking about is his mouth.

Steve debates with himself for a moment. This isn’t really how he planned to seduce his way into Eddie Munson’s lap, but he’s adaptable. If the years of almost apocalypses have taught Steve anything, it’s that sometimes you have to make do with what you have.

And what Steve has is an empty trailer save the two of them, and a couch less than ten feet away. He’s got the object of his affections standing in front of him, and Steve decides to adapt.

He wets his own lips, stepping towards Eddie. His hand is still holding Eddie’s hostage over the notebook.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Steve murmurs, ducking his head so he can look up through his lashes.

Steve watches Eddie’s breath catch, watches him stutter over his next sentence.

“Y-yeah,” he breathes out, his eyes flicking between Steve’s eyes and his mouth at a rapid speed. “Of c-course. I mean, it happens. Kids forget things. I’m sure Dustin just wanted to, like, go over the last session's notes for anything he missed.”

“Of course,” Steve agrees, taking another step into Eddie’s space. He’s aware that he’s primarily staring at Eddie’s lips, which is probably rude, but he can’t help it. They’re wet and shiny and Steve has been thinking about them an obsessive amount for the last week and a half.

“We’re, um, I-I mean they’re going against a red dragon,” Eddie continues. Steve’s aware of this. It’s what Eddie had been telling him when he’d found the notebook. “They’re very powerful, almost impossible to defeat.”

“Are they?” Steve’s only half following the conversation, but that’s not saying much. He has a hard time keeping up with the DnD talk on a regular day.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie says, and then he’s off. He starts spitting words so fast Steve wouldn’t be able to keep up even if he were paying complete attention.

“Eddie,” Steve says, but Eddie is still talking, still mumbling along about the red dragon.

“Eddie,” Steve tries again, but it’s like he’s shouting in an empty room. He knows Eddie knows he’s talking to him, can tell by how wide Eddie’s eyes are, how he’s not even trying to not slur his rapidfire words together. If Eddie was talking about dragons for the hell of it, he’d be gesticulating and probably climbing on things. As it were, he’s got his gaze fixed on Steve, eyes comically wide as his words rush together—barely getting one out before the next slew rush into it in a truly amusing word traffic jam.

Eddie’s nervous , and fuck if that doesn’t thrill Steve to his core. Steve takes the final step towards him to completely close the distance and—

Eddie takes a step back, his words stuttering along with Steve’s heart in his chest. He wasn’t expecting that, wasn’t expecting Eddie to back away from him so quickly. Steve has half a second to be hurt, to mentally kick himself because get a fucking clue , Harrington, before he catches Eddie’s eyes darting down to his lips, his tongue unconsciously swiping along his lower lip before his gaze skitters back up to Steve’s.

And, oh, yeah , Steve has him exactly where he wants him. Eddie isn’t stepping back because he doesn’t want Steve. No, he’s stepping back because he’s prey . Steve is stalking towards him with a single minded focus and Eddie is skittering backwards like a scared rabbit—bouncing back step by step as Steve approaches until his back collides with the wall. That, finally, seems to knock all their air out of Eddie. The dragon conversation dies on his lips as Steve finally—fucking finally —closes the remaining distance between them. He reaches out, cupping Eddie's cheek in one hand, his jaw in the other, all while pressing up against Eddie from hip to chest.

“ Eddie, ” Steve murmurs, his eyes hooding. This time, Steve feels Eddie’s breath catch, feels the way a tremor works its way through Eddie’s body. He’s staring up at Steve with wide, wild eyes. He looks like a deer caught in a trap—ready to break his leg trying to get away if he needs to.

Steve isn’t sure why that makes him feel a little wild, but it does.

He stretches his thumb out to swipe across Eddie's bottom lip—already bitten and red from Eddie’s nervous chewing. God , it drives Steve crazy . He has a half-hysterical thought about offering his own up for Eddie to chew on when he’s nervous. Eddie makes him crazy .

Steve licks at his own lips as he watches the way his thumb catches and drags and the swollen skin of Eddie’s bottom lip. Eddie’s trembling in earnest now, and Steve feels his pulse thundering in his ears. He wants to kiss Eddie so bad his fucking toes are curling with the anticipation.

He flicks his gaze up, away from Eddie’s lips up to his eyes and he has to fight back a groan. Eddie looks fucking wrecked and Steve hasn’t even kissed him yet. His eyes are wide and wild, his pupils blown and there’s a scarlet flush in his cheeks. He’s fucking panting against Steve’s face and he can’t take it any more. He really, really can’t. He has to kiss him—screw anticipation, screw driving Eddie past the brink. He needs and he needs now.

“ Eddie, ” Steve practically gasps . “Eddie, please.” Steve squeezes his eyes shut as his body unconsciously rocks forward, seeking even more of Eddie out. “Wanna kiss you so bad, please say I can, please—”

And before Steve can get another plea out, Eddie’s slamming his head forward with enough force to knock their teeth together in an uncomfortable clack ; enough force that their noses knock together in a painful way.

But Steve doesn't care . He doesn’t care because Eddie’s lips are on his and he feels like there’s liquid fire coursing through his veins. He feels lit up from the inside out as Eddie finally, finally touches him back. He fists a hand in the back of Steve’s shirt, the other winding through Steve’s hair and fuck it’s finally happening. After night upon night of imagining what kissing Eddie Munson would be like, Steve’s finally doing it.

And goddamn is he doing it. Eddie’s lips are slick against his, hot and encouraging . They slide together in a way that has Steve’s mind going blissfully blank, his only thoughts being hotwetyesmore.  

He kisses him messy, lips moving together in a too fast pace that neither of them can keep track of; bruising force in the way their lips slide, spit sliping from their parted lips in a slow trickle that has Steve’s fingers curling against Eddie’s jaw.

He uses that hand to tilt Eddie’s head up slightly, angling it enough that Steve can get his bottom lip between his own and suck slightly. The first slid of Eddie’s lip between Steve’s own has him seeing fucking stars . 

A punched out groan breaks free from Eddie’s throat and he rocks forward into Steve, seeking more . The hand in the middle of his back pulls and Steve is helpless to do anything but push Eddie more firmly into the wall. He knows it has to hurt, has to be restricting Eddie’s breathing with how tightly they’re pressed together, but he can’t take enough focus away from Eddie’s mouth to care . Plus, if Eddie minds that much he wouldn’t be pulling Steve closer .

Eddie breathes a wet gasp into Steve’s mouth when he takes his teeth to the lip still tucked between his own, and Steve can’t help but let out a gasp of his own. Eddie tastes fucking phenomenal. He can taste the lingering tobacco on his tongue, the salty tang of the popcorn he must have had earlier, and just the overwhelming taste of Eddie. Hot, sweet, fucking sublime. Steve‘s never been a particularly religious man, but he feels like he’s drinking heaven straight from Eddie’s mouth. With every gasp, every moan, every brush of Eddie’s tongue, he feels one step closer to absolution. It’s addicting .

God , he wants more. He wants Eddie’s hands all over him, on bare skin. He wants those deft musicians fingers to snake into his hair, tug a bit. He wants Eddie over him and under him and—

He stills suddenly, a thought occurring to him. The line that had triggered this whole thing—his announcement to Robin back in Family Video—and suddenly there’s a burning need in Steve’s gut. God, he needs to sit in Eddie’s lap right now. Needs to feel his strong thighs under him, needs Eddie’s hands on his ass and his tongue in his mouth.

“ Fuck, ” Steve bites out when he pulls back. Tearing his mouth away from Eddie’s is so much harder than it has any right to be.

Eddie’s staring at Steve with glassy eyes, his lips shiny and red and oh fuck even his chin is glistening with their spit. Steve wants to devour him.

“Go sit on the couch,” Steve says, and is pleasantly surprised that his voice only sounds a little rough, a little shaky.

“What?” Eddie croaks out, staring at Steve for a beat. Then, miracle of miracles, he does it. He stares at Steve the whole time, the glassy look getting a little clearer, and Steve thinks that simply will not do.

The minute Eddie is seated, Steve’s crawling his way into his lap. He wedges his knees into the crease at the back of the couch, shuffling as far forward as he can so their chests are pressing together, their clothed crotches aligning. Then, without giving Eddie a chance to adjust, he drops down, pressing the full weight of his ass into Eddie’s thighs and, by proximity, his dick.

“ Jesus Christ ,” Eddie swears, his hands shooting out to grab at Steve’s ass on instinct. Steve almost giggles . It’s exactly what he wants.

“You can just call me Steve,” he mutters, and before Eddie can reply, he’s sweeping in and claiming Eddie’s lips again. Eddie huffs against his mouth, but let’s Steve have the last word. Steve’s glad because he has plans .

Plans that start with Steve winding those thick curls around his fingers as he slides his lips against Eddie’s. Eddie pushes his head back into Steve’s hands like a cat, and it makes Steve smile into their kiss, which makes Eddie smile into the kiss. It’s like a domino effect—once Steve feels Eddie’s smile against his, he starts giggling like a schoolgirl. He can’t help it, this feels unreal in the best possible way.

Then Eddie’s off, giggling back into Steve’s mouth. They’re both just sitting there giggling at each other, eyes squinted and happy . God, Steve feels euphoric in this moment, perched in Eddie’s lap like it’s his throne, with Eddie’s hands on his ass.

Eddie pulls back after a moment, when their smiles are too wide to actually kiss. He brings a hand up to gently brush a strand of hair away from Steve’s eyes, tucking the long lock behind his ear before putting his hand back on Steve’s ass. 

“You’re unbelievable, Steve Harrington,” Eddie whispers, eyes so full of affection that Steve feels his insides turn to mush. He squirms in Eddie’s laps, ducking his head to mouth at Eddie’s neck because if he stares into his eyes any longer he’s going to do something stupid . Stupid like admit that he’s pretty fucking sure he’s in love with Eddie, has been since he gave him that dumb rock for no decernable reason other than he wanted to, because he was thinking of Steve.

Steve tongues at the tendon in Eddie’s neck that’s stretched taunt, rubs his nose along his jaw and up to the hollow under his ear. Eddie laughs, tilting his head sideways to give Steve easier access.

“Oh, now you’re gonna be shy? After you practically pounced on me earli—”

Eddie’s words cut off in a choked groan as Steve bites, hard , at the tendon he was just showing attention to.

“ Steve, ” Eddie gasps, but Steve doesn’t let him do any other talking. No, he’s not going to let Eddie derail him again. So, he dives back for Eddie’s mouth, licking into it, not slowing down and not giving Eddie a chance to catch up. He smooths his tongue alongside Eddie’s, lets Eddie push back against it with his own for a millisecond, before he’s switching tactics—licking behind the top row of Eddie’s teeth, sliding his tongue over Eddie’s bottom lip. 

Eddie squeezes his ass at the sudden onslaught, and Steve can’t help the small jerk his body gives at that. He grinds down, a gasp trapped in the humid air between them as sharp waves of pleasure shoot up his spine. He’s trapped in between Eddie’s lips and his hands and he feels like he’s high with it.

He’s enjoying himself so much.

He slides his tongue along Eddie’s again, enjoys the way it's slightly rough and gloriously slick against his own. Enjoys the way it makes his pulse thrum a little faster, his fingers grip a little tighter where they’re fisted in Eddie’s hair—the way it makes Eddie squeeze a little tighter, which makes Steve grind down a little harder.

Steve feels the evidence of Eddie’s interest, has been feeling it, and knows Eddie has to be aware of Steve’s own. And Steve’s fantasized about Eddie’s lips for so long that he’s tried to keep it to just that—tried to focus on the heady drag of lips on lips—but it’s hard to ignore the way Steve’s own hips are twisting down, seeking as much of Eddie as possible. Hard to ignore the way Eddie has his own feet planted on the floor, meeting Steve’s hips with firm thrusts of his own.

They’re sharing humid air and sharp gasps, their lips swollen and honestly sore . Steve’s lips ache in the best way he’s ever felt, and Steve doesn’t want to stop. Wants to sit right here on Eddie’s strong thighs, wants to feel Eddie’s teeth nipping at the too sensitive skin of his mouth, wants to kiss Eddie for the rest of his life .

They kiss and kiss and kiss, and Steve has never just kissed someone like this. He’s never kissed just to feel, kissed just for the pleasure of it with no expectations for what’s to follow. He feels intoxicated. He’s utterly, wholly blissed out on Eddie Munson’s mouth and he never wants it to end.

They kiss for so long that Steve has honestly started to lose feeling in his lips. It’s weird feeling them so sore, so numb. But they are, so he slowly, so slowly pulls back. Leaning down for a few lingering pecks as he puts a little distance between their mouths.

Eddie’s mouth is bright red, spit slick and so tempting. Steve watches with fascination as a single string of spit connects their lips, stretching until he’s put enough distance between them that it breaks.

Steve bites his lip on a moan, thinks that’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.

He meets Eddie’s gaze. His eyes are wild, pupils blown out. His hair is an absolute disaster from the way Steve’s been running his fingers through it, and his cheeks are flushed so prettily. Steve can’t resist sneaking one more kiss in, lingering around afterwards to rub their noses together.

“Hi,” Steve finally murmurs and fuck, is that his voice? Jesus, he sounds wrecked.

“Hi,” Eddie says back, his smile verging on loopy. “Did you know that some corvids can understand physics?”

Steve stares at him for a beat, a little stunned and a lot confused by the abrupt topic switch. Eddie stares back, a look on his face that Steve can only take for regret, his already pink face is turning positively crimson. 

It’s dead quiet for a moment, then Steve bursts into laughter. His chest absolutely swells with affection, with, fuck it, love. God damn , he can’t deny it any longer. The love he feels for this boy sitting under him is overwhelming at the best of times, and it feels like it’s just bursting out of him at this moment. He’s coming apart at the seams with his feelings for Eddie, and he’s done trying to pretend that they’re anything but that.

“Oh my God, ” Eddie mutters, bringing his hands up to hide his face. It’s so endearing. Steve is endeared. “Sorry, fuck. I don’t know why I just said that.”

“Jesus Christ, dude.” Steve’s still grinning down at Eddie, moving his hands to clasp around Eddie’s wrists, trying to pry his hands away. He never wants to not be looking at Eddie. He’s so fucking weird and Steve likes him so much. “I like you so fucking much .”

Eddie lets Steve pull his hands away, and he…there’s no other word for it, Eddie just absolutely lights up. It’s like Steve’s staring directly at the sun. Eddie is beaming up at him, his smile so wide that his eyes are basically closed. He has laugh lines, and Steve is already obsessed with them, already thinking of ways to make Eddie smile this wide, this radiant all the time.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve confirms. “Just ask Robin. I’ve been whining about it for weeks .”

Eddie laughs again, his grin not dimming in the slightest, and Steve just has to taste it—has to get his mouth around Eddie’s happiness. So, he swoops back in, feels Eddie’s laughter transfer to him via their connected mouths, feels a piece of himself that’s long been looking for a home finally slot into place.

#LOOK #i just think eddie is the type of person to say the most interesting facts at the worst possible time #and i think steve is kinda into that #idiot 4 idiot yknow? #anyway no idea where this came from #this fic struck me like a fever and would not leave until i purged it #so enjoy! #steddie #steddie fic rec #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington/eddie munson fic #steddie fan fiction #my writing

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pain, pleasure (kento nanami x reader)

a/n: posting my nanami one shot from ao3 on here! i apologize if i miss anything or don't tag something correctly.

MINORS DNI

content warnings: explicit, use of the names slut, whore, and good girl, nanami is very mean, reader has a pussy, exhibitionism, hair pulling, punishment, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation, eye contact, fingering, crying, dom and sub dynamics, vaginal sex, begging

“P-please Nanamin!~” You say out of breath. You avoid making eye contact with the man who had a fistful of your hair as you were too embarrassed. As soon as your desperate plea leaves your mouth his grip on your roots gets even tighter and he forces your face up and forces your face closer to his. Forcing you to make eye contact with him. 

“Fucking look at me, whore. Don’t look away.” Nanami’s rich and deep voice makes your lips tremble. His other strong hand was buried between your legs. He was fingering you at an aggressive and vigorous pace. The squelches filled the room as the speed of his fingers sped up more and more. All while he didn’t even loosen his grip on your hair. His pupils were blown out and full of lust. His brown eyes were almost completely black.

“M’ sorry Nanamin! I am!” You were almost sobbing. It felt too good. His long and thick fingers were making you moan like a porn star. You even felt a little lightheaded. Whenever his fingers curled you involuntarily bucked more into his hand. “F-fuck!” You couldn’t keep your moans in anymore when he hit that small bundle of nerves. “Fucking take it and shut up. I don’t wanna hear you.” Those words shot straight to your core and made you even wetter.

You had been acting out all day. At first. He was trying to stay calm and composed, but after you embarrassed and undermined him for the last time in front of Satoru he had enough. He needed to teach you a lesson as soon as the two of you were alone. “You’re so fucking wet and I haven’t even fucked you yet. You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to punish you.” His fingers slowed and sped up again at the end of his sentence before he ripped his fingers out of your pussy at once. 

His fingers were wet with your arousal. It made you blush heavily seeing him put his two fingers to his mouth and lick them clean. “You taste so good. Fuck. I need you so bad I can’t take it anymore.” He finally lets go of your hair and pushes you back on the bed. “Turn around. I don’t wanna look at you right now.” He demands and you obey. He undoes his pants and watches as you turn around and he immediately gets behind you. He was so much taller than you. His big and masculine stature made you feel so small and helpless whenever he would punish you. 

Knowing he could completely dominate you whenever he wanted and make you a mess underneath him was such a turn-on. You had a thing for getting this kind of reaction from your boyfriend, and he knew that. His punishments would leave you sore and sometimes you wouldn’t even be able to walk for days. Especially when he would invite Satoru and Suguru over. The three men would have their fun with you until they thought you had learned your lesson. 

You’re brought back to reality when you feel Nanami’s hard cock poking at your slick entrance. He grabs you by your hair again and forces your head back before shoving his thick cock in at once. You can’t help but let out a high-pitched moan when you feel your walls stretch to accommodate your angry boyfriend’s cock. “God. You’re so fucking tight.” He bites his lip and takes a second to take in the feeling of your pussy gripping him like a vice. 

He doesn’t even wait for you to adjust before he starts pounding into your pussy. “Nanamin! It’s too big. I can’t. Fuck.” You cry out. You can’t even moan into the pillow to hide your moans. He makes a makeshift ponytail and pulls you back harder until his chest is pressed against your back. “Shut up, you can take it. This is what you wanted. You know better than to embarrass me in front of my friends don’t you?” He whispers in your ear. His voice sends shivers down your spine and makes you clench involuntarily around his length that’s going in and out of you at a brutal pace. 

“Oh, the whore likes that? I can feel your slutty pussy clench. You love it when I’m mean to you. You love it when I treat you like a fucking slut. You can’t help it.” “Please.” That’s all you can manage to get out. “Please what? Come on. Use your words.” His thrusts slow down and it’s like torture. “Please Nanamin. Fuck me harder. Need more.” 

As soon as those words leave your lips he pushes you back down and lets go of your hair and one of his strong hands grip your waist while you arch your back. “You want it like this? Slut.” He says. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room and your eyes roll to the back of your head. His thrusts make your lower half glow with pleasure. 

You were too blinded by pleasure to hear someone knocking on the bedroom door. ‘Nanami? Y/N? Are you in there?” It’s Satoru. Fuck, what does he want? Satoru is met with no response. Just the sounds of sex. Nanami’s thrusts don’t slow down. If anything his thrusts get harder and rougher. You feel like you’re drowning in pleasure and it’s too much. Nanami keeps hitting the spot that makes you see stars and he obviously doesn’t care if Satoru hears. “Nanamin, we have to stop. What if he hears? I-” “Let him hear. You deserve to feel embarrassed. I hope Satoru hears you moaning like a fucking bitch. It’s what a whore like you deserves.”

His hand reaches around you and he starts to play with your clit while keeping up with the brutal pace. Fuck. You didn’t care if Satoru heard you anymore. He didn’t matter right now. You just wanted to chase your own high that was so close. You can deal with Satoru later. Nanami thrusting into you from behind with all his might while playing with your clit was becoming too much. At this point, you know you won't last that long. 

“Fuck, I feel so fucking good. God, you make me feel so good.” You practically yell out. “Yeah?” God. “I wanna cum so bad. So close.” You start to bounce more on his cock while his thrusts start to get sloppy. You can tell he’s getting close too. “Keep bouncing on my cock like a good girl. You’re doing so well. I know you wanna cum so bad. Work for it, slut.” Nanami has stopped thrusting into you and is letting you do all the work and bounce on him, but keeps rubbing circles on your clit slowly. “Fuck, keep bouncing like that. I’m gonna cum in you. Fill you up.” That was the last thing you needed. The knot that was tightening in your core was finally going to burst. Nanami watches you bounce and stops rubbing slow circles on your clit and grabs your waist. Hard.

He moves you up and down so hard your tits bounce and you just can’t hold it back anymore. “‘M gonna squirt. I can’t!” As soon as Nanami hears that he just can’t keep it together anymore. The knot snaps and you squirt all over the sheets beneath you and Nanami releases his seed inside of you at the same time. He stands in place for a little bit before pulling out and watching his cum drip out of your abused pussy. “Fuck.” He pants and watches you collapse on the bed. “You okay?” He asks before plopping on the bed next to you. 

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You reply and turn on your side to look at your boyfriend. “That’s good, I’m glad.” He softly smiles and leans in to give you a kiss on the forehead and cuddle you. “I love you so much.” “I love you too.” You reply before you hear Satoru at the door. Again. “God. Are you guys done fucking yet?”

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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 | 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: calm before the storm

warnings: descriptions of violence, swearing, scream vi spoilers, bad writing

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i thought i'd post part five a little earlier for you all :)

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005. take a walk - tall boys

‘nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.’

The sound of steady beeps slowly brought you out of consciousness. The first thing you noticed was a heavy grip on your hand. Slowly opening your eyes, you winced at the bright lights bearing down on you.

Groaning slightly, you turned to your left and spotted Tara sleeping in a chair, holding onto your hand for dear life. Even in her sleep, Tara trembled. Suddenly becoming aware of how much pain you were in, you shifted around causing Tara to wake up.

“Y/n!” Tara exclaimed, shooting up from her position. “You’re awake!”

“Gale.” You said, throat scratchy after not speaking for a while. “Is Gale okay?”

“Y/n.” Tara said softly and you immediately thought the worst.

Shaking your head from side to side, tears threatened to spill but you managed to keep them at bay.

“She’s okay, right? She has to be.”

“Gale’s going to be fine.” Tara said, watching as you deflated at her sentence, relief washing over you.

“Where is she? I need to go see her.” You said, wincing as you sat up.

Tara sat up straighter and placed her hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you back down.

“Don’t move, you’ll pull out your stitches.”

“No Tara.” You said, pushing her off. “I need to see Gale, I need to make sure she’s okay!”

“And what about me?” Tara questioned, raising her voice as she stared at you. “What about what I need, huh? I need to make sure you're okay because I can't lose you!”

“Tara-”

“I can’t lose you!”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’m fine, see. I’m okay.” You said, holding onto Tara’s hands before placing one above your heart. “I’m fine, I'm here.”

“You can’t die.” Tara said, looking into your eyes as tears stained her cheeks.

“I won’t” You said, cupping her cheek with one of your hands.

“I’m serious. Like never- you can never die. You just can’t.”

“Never?” You smiled softly, using your thumb to wipe away a tear that fell down Tara’s cheek. “I think I might have to one day.”

“No, never.” Tara shook her head, her bottom lip quivering.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not yet at least.”

“God, y/n, I really thought I lost you.”

“Come here.” You said, moving over and patting the space beside you.

“What if I hurt you?”

“Just lay next to me.” You smiled and Tara obliged. The smaller woman hesitantly moved next to you, very wary of your stitches.

You moved over a bit more, giving Tara some extra space and she finally settled beside you. She rested her head in the crook of your neck, her hand finding yours.

You intertwined your fingers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. Tara sunk further into your embrace, feeling your chest rise up and down, hearing every beat of your heart and every stroke of your thumb over the scar on her hand.

Knowing Tara had calmed back down, you sunk back into your bed, looking up at the ceiling, knowing this feeling all too well.

“Y’know this is all like some sick deja vu.” You chuckled bitterly, shaking your head from side to side.

“That’s why we need to end this.” Tara said, looking at you with determination.

“Where are the others, by the way?” You questioned, looking back down to Tara.

“They’re waiting downstairs.” Tara replied, tracing patterns on your stomach. “They all feel terrible.”

“Hmm.” You hummed, rubbing a hand up and down Tara's arm.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” Tara sniffled, moving to lean on her hand as she looked down at you, her face only mere inches away from yours.

“I know.” You said softly, letting your hand drop from her arm to her waist.

“I should’ve believed you, I don’t know what was going through my mind.”

“Your consciousness, probably?” You joked. “I don’t blame you, Tara. It’s all in the past.”

“I just don’t want to lose us. I don’t want to lose you.”

“We’re in this together.”

The two of you stayed looking at each other, a beat of silence went passed and it was as if an imaginable force was pushing the two of you together. You could feel Tara’s breath fanning over your bottom lip making you subconsciously wet it.

Your eyes darted between hers, occasionally dropping to her lips seeing the corners of her mouth turn into a smirk. You let out a breathy chuckle, moving closer to Tara, her nose bumping into yours.

With one last look in her eyes, you silently asked her if what you were doing was okay. She gave you a small nod and closed her eyes, waiting for your lips on hers.

“Not yet.” You whispered against her lips. “I want our first kiss to be special.”

“You're such a tease.” Tara huffed opening her eyes, but she didn’t move away trying to stay as close to you as possible.

“Maybe, but that just makes it all that more exciting for when it does happen.”

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.”

“What? You don’t think I'll be a good kisser?” You questioned, a teasing tone present in your voice.

“I guess I'll have to wait and find out, won’t I?”

“You’re making it so hard not to kiss you right now.”

“You made your choice, you can't go back now.”

“When this is all over, let me take you out on a date.”

“And what makes you think I'll say yes?” Tara questioned, raising a eyebrow.

“I’m totally irresistible.”

“Let’s make it out alive first then you can sweep me off my feet.”

“That sounds like a good plan.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to Tara’s cheek before slowing moving to get up.

“Where are you going?” Tara wondered, still in her place on the bed.

“To see your sister.”

“Why?”

“We need to come up with a plan on how to kill this Ghostface.”

“You can't go anywhere.” Tara exclaimed, trying to stop you from getting up. “Not after you've been stabbed again.”

“This is different than before.” You said, getting out of your hospital gown. “I need to do this, Tara. I have to do this.”

“No, please. Y/n, you have to listen to me, you can’t do this. I can’t see you getting hurt again.”

Tara watched you, seeing as you were struggling with putting on your top she walked over to you and gently helped you out.

“Thanks.” You said quietly.

“It’s no problem.” Tara replied, a small smile on her face as she tried not to blush due to you looking down at her.

“I know you don’t want to see me get hurt again, but Tara- I- I need to do this.” You said, finally putting on your last item of clothing and looking at the younger Carpenter in her eyes. “You can’t stop me. If that means you won’t ever talk to me again, then so be it. But I could really use a friend in all this.”

“I thought we moved past being friends.” Tara said, her lips quirking up into a smile.

“That's true.” You replied with a chuckle, looking down at the floor.

“If you do this- if we do this. You need to stay by me the whole time.”

“As if I was going to let you out of my sight anyway.”

“Then lets go kill this fucker.”

The two of you made your way out of the room, and towards the elevator. The doors dinged open but before you stepped into the elevator something caught your attention from the corner of your eye.

You ignored Tara’s confused glances and you walked towards a room, your hands grasped the handle as you looked through the glass.

There was only one person in the room and they occupied the bed, laying there as they used a monitor to breathe, a mask covering their face but you knew who they were.

Gale laid there, her steady breathing being recorded by the monitors surrounding her. A small tear fell from your eye and you felt a comforting hand rub up and down your back.

“She’s safe. She’s not going anywhere.” Tara said softly.

“I’m going to kill whoever did this to her.” You whispered harshly through your tears, the back of your throat burning.

“Let’s go, come on.” Tara said, her own tears brimming in her eyes as she led you away from Gale and into the elevator.

The ride was short and silent, you held onto Tara’s hand tightly, squeezing it every now and then to bring you some comfort.

When the doors opened you spotted Sam sitting beside Mindy, Chad, Ethan and Danny. Their heads snapped towards you and Tara, each of them getting up from their seats.

As you walked over to them, your grip on Tara’s hand never faltered, only tightening with every step. They each had guilty looks on their faces, rushing out apologies as you stood in front of them.

“Y/n.” Sam said, her voice quiet, it almost came out as a whisper.

“I know.” You replied, sending the Carpenter a smile. “You don’t need to apologise.”

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” Mindy questioned timidly, afraid to talk to you after her accusations.

“Probably,” you shrugged, “but we have a Ghostface to kill.”

“About that.” Sam mumbled. “Maybe he gets to win this time.”

“What?” You questioned, head turning to her.

“He wants to punish me, so maybe I'll let him.”

“No chance.” You scoffed, looking at the woman in disbelief.

“I’ll just give myself up. If this is what I have to do, to keep you safe, it's worth it.”

“That’s not how it works, Sam.” You said, shaking your head. “They want me too, I know they do. You know that too. This is bigger than before and I just can’t let you do that Sam. if anyone is going to be ‘giving themselves up’ it's got to be me.”

“No, we’re not doing that y/n. Definitely not.” Tara said, shaking her head, her hand tightening against yours as she pulled you to look at her. “No one is going to be giving themselves up.”

“This could be our only way of killing them.” You reasoned.

“I’m not letting you do that, no way. We can think of something else but you can’t- you just can’t.”

“Tara, it’s got to be either me or Sam, and I'm not letting it be her. So I have to do this.”

“No you don’t! Why can’t you understand that there is another way.” Tara stressed before turning to her sister. “Sam, you went back to woodsboro to protect me, every single day you make the decision to protect me, none of us would even be alive if it weren’t for you.”

You looked at Tara, watching as tears threatened to spill, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep it together.

“And, y/n. I can’t- I don’t want to lose you. I- I-”

“I know.” You smiled softly, sensing what Tara was going to say.

“You promised me a date and I'm counting on you being there. You two have to let us protect you this time.”

“No.” Sam whispered, shaking her head.

“Yes, we’re a team, remember?”

“Actually.” Mindy spoke up. “We’re a family.”

“Let’s go!” Chad said loudly, putting his hand between you all. “Core five!”

“Core what?” Danny questioned watching as you put your hands together.

“It’s an us thing.” Chad said.

“He’s gonna keep coming after us.” Sam sighed.

“Isn’t there somewhere like, safe, we can just hold up in?” Ethan questioned, speaking up for the first time.

“He’s just gonna keep finding us.” Tara said, looking over to the boy.

“Great.” Ethan sighed, looking away in thought.

“We could use that though.” Tara said, an idea coming to mind.

“What do you mean?” You asked with furrowed brows.

Tara didn't reply, she pulled her phone from her back pocket and dialled Bailey’s number. It rang a couple of times before he picked up. She put the phone on speaker and everyone listened in to what she was going to say.

“We need your help.” Tara spoke before explaining her plan to him.

“I’m getting my ass chewed out for not dropping the case and now you want me to do what?”

“We want to lure him into a secure location and trap him inside.”

“And then what?”

“We execute him.”

There was a long moment of silence, each of you waiting to see what he would reply with.

“Are you going to help us?”

“Let’s kill this son of a bitch.” Bailey said determinedly. “We’ll use the key cards to the theatre. It's going to have surveillance and security cameras but we can use that against him. I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

“Got it.”

“And remember, travel in public. More people around you, the less chance he has to take a shot before you get there.”

“See you in a bit.” Tara said, hanging up the phone and looking up at you and Sam.

You gave Tara a smile accompanied by nod, telling her you were with her all the way. You gave her hand a gentle squeeze and that was all she needed for confidence.

Each of you quickly grabbed your things and headed towards the subway. The walk wasn't far and it didn't take you long till you were walking down the stairs and to a train.

“Is this even a good plan?” Ethan asked, following behind you.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Tara replied, walking ahead with purpose.

“So, we just peel off and the killer picks us off one by one. No thank you.”

“Let’s just get to the theatre.” Sam said, rushing towards the train. “Come on, in here.”

“Yes, because it’ll be a lot less scary in a serial killer movie theatre.” Chad mumbled sarcastically, walking quickly to try and get on the train.

You held onto Tara’s hand tightly, pulling her close to you and making sure you didn’t lose sight of her. You boarded the train with Tara, Sam, Chad and Danny not realising Mindy and Ethan didn’t make it on.

“Where’s Mindy?” Sam asked, looking around for the girl.

“She missed the train.” Chad sighed. “I was trying to wait for her but cute boy kept dragging me on.”

“I was trying to keep us together.” Danny said, defending himself.

“By pulling us apart?” Tara questioned, looking up at him with her eyebrows raised.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s fine.” Chad said, looking down at his phone. “She’s with Ethan, she’ll meet us there.”

“Oh shit.” You mumbled, looking ahead.

Everyone’s heads turned to what you were looking at and soon saw multiple people dressed up in Ghostface masks alongside people in their halloween costumes. The train’s lights started to flicker and Tara stumbled back into your body.

“Sorry.” Tara mumbled out, going to move away from you but you kept a protective arm around her waist.

“It’s no problem.” You replied, looking down at her.

“How many stops do we have?”

“Ten.” Sam sighed, looking at the map on the wall.

The train came to a halt at the next stop, multiple people got on and off and you made sure to keep an eye on each and every one of them.

“Still nothing from Mindy.” Chad said, looking down at his phone once again.

“Guys.” Sam mumbled out causing you to all turn your heads towards her.

You looked ahead, noticing someone in a Ghostface costume walking straight towards each of you. You tightened your hold on Tara, pushing her behind you as you glared at the person in the mask.

Danny stepped in front of Sam and watched as the person got even closer. Just as the masked person was about to walk into Danny they took a sharp turn and walked out of the train.

Tara moved your arm so it was around her shoulders, making her lean her head against your chest. You noticed Sam let out a sigh of relief, letting her shoulders deflate. The rest of the journey was a little less tense but the five of you were constantly vigilant for something to happen.

As you walked out of the subway, you spotted Kirby looking up at the theatre waiting for you to arrive.

“Hey.” Kirby greeted. “I talked to Bailey, I've got everything set up. Where are Mindy and Ethan?”

“They're five minutes behind us.” Tara said.

“Let's get you all inside.”

“Not you.” Sam said, suddenly turning around to face Danny.

“What?” He questioned.

“Don’t trust anyone, remember?” Sam pursed her lips, looking up at him for a moment. “We don’t know you, not really.”

“You know me.” Danny scoffed.

“You’re not Woodsboro. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I- I get it. Be safe, okay?” Danny reassured, kissing Sam on her cheek. “Okay?”

“You too.” Sam replied, turning her back and walking away with you, Kirby, Tara and Chad following her.

“Good call.” Kirby said as she walked inside the theatre.

Kirby opened the door with her key card, letting everyone inside before she followed in after.

“I cleared the whole place before you got here.” Kirby said. “So this is the only way in, or out. He steps through the first door, both doors lock, automatically trapping him inside. We turned it into a kill box.”

“Weapons?” Sam asked, crossing her arms.

“One gun, and I hold onto it.” Kirby told Sam who just rolled her eyes. “I’m the only one with the badge here and that’s the way it’s gonna be. We’re safe here.”

“I’m gonna check in with Mindy, see if they’re close.” Sam said, walking away while taking off her jacket.

You, Tara and Chad followed behind Sam the boy walking off to look around the room. Sam ventured off too, pulling her phone up to call Mindy leaving you with Tara.

Giving the younger Carpenter a smile, you took a hold of her hand and led her down a hallway and into another room.

Looking around you, there was a counter situated in front of some old stock of sweets some of which dated back to the nineties.

You leaned against the counter, watching as Tara took in everything around her. You reached for your back pocket and pulled out your phone, flipping it in your hand with a conflicted look on your face.

Swiping your phone open, you pulled up your contacts list. Your finger hovering over a certain name. You waited for what felt like hours but was only a few seconds before pressing your thumb on the contact.

You put your phone on speaker and the sound of ringing filled the room you and Tara occupied.

A few rings went past till the person on the other line picked up.

“Hello?” They answered, confused as to who was calling them.

“Hey, Sid.” You replied, a small smile on your face. “It’s me.”

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I Wanna Love Me The Way That You Love Me

(Frank Castle x f!Reader) - Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: Frank uses a mirror to remind insecure!reader how beautiful she is. (In a fluffy and a smutty way!)

Warnings: reader is not very kind to herself, fluffy frank, like FLUFFY frank!!!!, super soft!boy frank, the softest of franks ive ever written, some body descriptions but I tried to keep it super vague, (later on) whew chile smuttttt, fingering, frank makes you watch yourself come in a mirror (lmfao), frank is sort of a dom but in the loosest sense, frank just loves reader so much!!!!!)

A/N - Thank you to @wheredidiputmyfish for being an absolute doll of a beta reader!!! I have a couple more Frank fics otw (i cant help it, i love that stupid man) and a poly!fratt x reader one hopefully soon after that!

You huffed as you pulled the green blouse over your head, annoyed that yet another online purchase didn’t fit right on your body. Just this week alone, you’d already made two trips to the post office, and Frank was bound to ask questions if you went for a third time so soon.  

You couldn’t even remember why you’d started buying nicer clothes to begin with, except that Karen always looked nice and Frank had been in love with her at one point, so why wouldn’t the same concept apply to you? The only problem was that you couldn’t seem to find anything that fit you correctly, and the idea that Frank might grow bored with your everyday attire kept you up at night. And of course, Frank had never actually said anything about your clothing choice – this was just the overthinking part of your brain going into overdrive. 

You flopped onto the mattress, shoving your face into your palms and groaning. You couldn’t figure out exactly what Frank saw in you, and it was hard not to compare yourself to his late wife or Karen. They were both beautiful women – definitely Frank’s type – and that was not exactly how you’d describe yourself. The thought of it brought tears to your eyes again. You quickly blinked them away when you heard the front door shut. 

You joined Frank in the living room, where he was removing his boots. You threw the package you needed to return on the table by the door, and though you tried to do this casually, Frank noticed it and your expression immediately. 

“You sendin’ care packages to some other boyfriend or somethin’?” He teased, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

You giggled. “No. It’s just another return.” 

“Not that I’m not supporting this new wardrobe thing,” he started, eyeing the package by the door, “but why are you returnin’ everything you buy?” 

You shrugged. “It just doesn’t fit right.”  

“I bet you look great.” 

“I don’t think so.” You shrugged again, avoiding his eyes as you stepped into the kitchen. 

“Sweetheart.” He followed you into the kitchen, though it was clear he was struggling to figure out how to broach the topic. “Is everything okay? You’re talkin’ down about yourself again.” 

Your smile faltered slightly. “I’m fine.”  

“Baby,” Frank wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your chest into his, “You’re not fine. You wanna know how I know that?” 

You remained silent, avoiding eye contact, but nodded. 

“Because you won’t look at me.” You lifted your chin and stared into his warm gaze out of spite. “And because I know you and I love you, I know that you start avoiding me when you feel bad because you think I’m going to miraculously start to hate you and leave.” 

You didn’t respond, instead gnawing on your cheek and curling into yourself. Frank’s hold around your waist remained steady, and as you tried to look away from his meaningful gaze, his hand gripped your chin and held it steady, too.  

“You’re beautiful, baby.” He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “I love you no matter what you do or wear or say. You’re beautiful.”  

You tried to push away from Frank, suddenly aware that you hadn’t fixed your makeup or hair that morning. He was lying. He had to be lying, right? No one thought that about you, least of all Fra- 

“Don’t.” Frank was gentle in his coaxing, running his knuckle over your cheekbone in a soothing pattern while pressing his fingers into the small of your back. “Don’t do that to yourself. I love you. I’m not goin’ anywhere. You have to trust me.” 

You fiddled with your fingers, wringing them together in an uneasy gesture, unsure of what to say. He gently grasped them and pulled them into his chest, cradling them as he held your gaze.  

“Come with me. I wanna show you somethin’.” He murmured, tilting his head toward the bedroom.  

You followed close behind him, curiosity outshining your desire to crawl into bed and never get out. He led you to a stop in front of the full-length mirror, resting his hands on your shoulders behind you. A clear and decisive frown formed on your face. The last thing you wanted to do was look at yourself. 

“What do you see?” he asked, holding your gaze through the mirror. 

“What?” You furrowed your brow. 

“What do you see, sweetheart? Be honest.” he asked again, patting your shoulders encouragingly. 

“Well, um,” you breathed, starting at the top of your head and making your way down with your observations, “I see dull hair, bags under my eyes, and a nose that’s too big. My shoulders are broad, my hips are too wide, my skin looks lifeless, and I’m wondering why you ever gave me the time of day and why you stay with me when there are so many people out there that would look better standing next to you.” 

Frank stayed quiet throughout your assessment, expression turning grave as you brought up your deepest insecurities about yourself. He let you finish your observations before pressing a long kiss to your head. 

“Now ask me what I see.” he prompted. Confusion overcame your features again, but he silenced your doubts with an encouraging nod.  

“What do you see, Frankie?” You quietly asked, unsure if you really wanted to hear what he had to say. 

He brought his finger to your face, tracing each element as he pointed them out in the mirror. 

“I see a pair of beautiful eyes and a perfect nose. I see the most sensual lips I’ve ever felt pressed against my mouth. I see a beautiful, strong body that can handle anything thrown its way. Remember when you had to carry me from the living room to the bedroom after I passed out? That shit was impressive, sweetheart.” A soft smile rested on his face as he continued. He folded his arms around your middle and pulled your body against his. “I see hands that hold my entire heart in them, and a body that has all my love. You’re beautiful, baby, and I love you so much. Every piece of you.” 

You tried to blink away the tears that clouded your vision, but Frank’s speech combined with his gentle touch and open expression sent a wave of tears down your face. You curled into his hold, turning so you could bury your face in his chest. He cradled you against him while you cried, pressing soft kisses to your hair every few minutes until you were calm enough to look up at him through your eyelashes. 

He swiped his thumbs through the tears that had gathered under your eyes. “Are you okay?”  

You nodded, blinking up at him. “Thank you. I love you,” you murmured. 

He pressed his forehead against yours, which had always been his way of showing love. “Anytime, sweetheart. You hear me? Anytime.” 

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Bonus Scene: In which Frank comforts you in the bedroom later. 

“Frank, what are you doing?”  

Your tone was a mixture of confusion and curiosity, combined with the lazy haze that had taken over your body for the time being. Frank had jumped up from his relaxed position between your legs, where he’d licked up every bit of your desire after making you see stars, and had begun fiddling with the floor length mirror across the bedroom. 

“Hang on.” He called over his shoulder, tugging the heavy glass across the carpet. 

“Why are you moving the mirror?”  

“Wanna try somethin’.” 

He stepped back, looking between your slick, bare skin and the mirror with a smug expression. You were now face to face with your reflection, and as soon as you realized Frank's plan, a string of fire worked its way directly to your core.  

“Wanna show you how perfect you are.” He crawled on the bed behind you, settling himself before tugging your body back against his. Both sets of eyes, yours and Franks, were focused on you, and boy were you a sight to behold.  

Your limbs, still shaky from your first orgasm were splayed out, giving both you and Frank the perfect view of your glistening cunt, which was busy clenching around air as Frank worked his needy fingers down your skin. 

“Shit, baby. You look fuckin’ perfect like this.” He breathed. The proximity of his warmth to your ear sent a wave of goosebumps down your body, and you had to fight the urge to clench your legs together. “Look at how beautiful you are, sweet thing.” He murmured, holding his gaze on the treasure between your legs. 

You looked, fully looked, and felt heat crawling up your neck as his sensuous fingers swiped through your arousal. A low groan emanated from his throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from circling your clit. You watched as a moan left your mouth, your back slightly arching against Frank’s chest.  

“You see how perfect you are, sweet girl?” He cooed, circling your clit again. “Your pretty pussy drives me crazy.” 

His other hand began to rub your nipple in light circles, and if that weren’t enough to have you gasping for air, the touch of his lips to the spot below your ear was. You squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back against Frank’s shoulder. His fingers halted – no, everything halted – and the whine that came from his sudden stoppage wasn’t entirely a conscious decision of yours. 

“You stop looking, I stop moving, sweetheart. You got that? Keep your eyes open.” he asked, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His gaze held no room for negotiation, so you shyly nodded before returning your gaze to your body. His focus remained on your flushed face, panting as he worked you closer to another orgasm.  

You could see what he was talking about. For the first time in a long time, the girl that looked back in the mirror wasn’t someone you shied away from. She was beautiful, and confident, and sensual, and she looked good next to Frank.  

“You look stunning, baby.” He murmured. 

“I know.” You responded, briefly lifting your eyes to his before returning them to his fingers. His winning smile was priceless – wide and open and beautiful, and you loved him, you loved him, you loved him. 

Light twinkled in your eyes as he inched you closer and closer to your release, and as soon as you locked eyes with Frank again, you were a goner. 

Frank worked his fingers around your clit, coaxing out one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever experienced. It washed over you in waves of fire, and it was a struggle to keep your eyes open for it, but you were glad he had asked you to, because you looked glorious coming around his fingers. 

You panted, body gleaming with sweat. Your heartbeat finally slowed as you leaned against Frank for support. He ran soothing hands over your limbs, massaging feeling back into them and kissing every inch of skin that he could reach in the process. The silence as you returned to your body was long, but comfortable, and when you finally had full use of your limbs again, you pulled Frank’s arms around you.  

He kissed your hair, resting his cheek on your head. 

“Do you see what I see now?” he asked, glancing at you through the mirror. You nodded, carefully lifting your chin so you could look at him – the real him – to respond.  

“I love you.”  

He grinned, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. 

“I love you, sweet girl.”

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Hi! So I never do requests like these but getting into MH and EMH has forced my hand lmao

Watching Tim and Evan sleep head-canons with a GN!Reader. (😭)

Hear me out! I feel like these two don’t get as much sleep, knowing their circumstances it’s understandable. (Especially Tim.) You can try to coax them to sleep all you want but they’re stubborn.

But the second that they fall asleep, you can’t help but to observe, take in their features. Hell, caress them softly or give them a small peck on the forehead or cheek. It’s peaceful and you wish it can be like this all the time.

That’s what I’m currently thinking about and I would love for you to expand on it, or just your thoughts on it, if you can!

Love reading your posts, and thank you for feeding us with them! 😭🙏

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THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVED WRITING THESE SM !!!! this took me forever cus i kept getting in my own head and being a sap instead of writing lolz thank you so much for your patience 😭 Evans is much more angsty than i thought it was going to be

☠️🚬 Evan Myers / Tim Wright x gn!reader helping them fall asleep :)

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Evan :

He’s sprawled out on the couch, trying to focus on the low budget horror movie on the tv, but you can tell that he’s fighting sleep and you’re immediately hit with pangs of guilt. You and Evan have both been struggling with sleep for a long while, and for reasons neither of you can exactly help; Evan has started a pattern of trying to stay up as long as possible when his paranoia gets rough because he doesn’t want to wake up to find himself not in control of his body. He can’t stand the feeling of seeing you and not being able to trust “himself” not to hurt you. You know this about him, you’ve watched and tried to help him through it time after time on sleepless nights- assuring him that you love him and that you don’t plan on leaving no matter how many times he insists you deserve better than this.

So, walking over to him and quietly planting yourself next to him on the floor, you cup his face in your hand and you can feel him leaning into your touch. Closing his eyes and bringing a hand up to layer itself on top of yours, his eyebrows furrow in a mix of relief and pain. You quietly suggest that the two of you should get to bed as you lean over to kiss his forehead, and he grasps your hand a little tighter as he whispers out a desperate “i’m so sorry.”

Your heart breaks for him in that moment. The guilt you know he feels rubs off on you more every time, but you don't want him to know. You don't want him to feel more responsible than he already does for all of this. You stretch your other arm over his drowsy form to hold him impossibly closer to you, and his frame bends into yours as he takes a deep, shaky breath. Your hand rests on the back of his head, entangled in his soft hair with your lips still connected to the top of his head as you whisper soft reassurances to him; you're hoping the onslaught of 'i love you's and 'i still trust you's will still get through to him in his tired daze.

It takes longer than you wish it would for his breathing to even out and for his grip on your hand to loosen, but you're just grateful he was able to get there at all. You gently kiss his cheek before adjusting yourself to lay your head on his shoulder, and you take a deep breath as you take in the moment engulfing you. Evan is finally sleeping, the credits are rolling on the movie he had on, and you can hear the crickets outside through the quiet background music. Everything is okay right now, and you'd do anything to keep it that way for the both of you- but for now, you'll just get comfortable and make sure you're here for him in the morning.

Tim :

Tim needs a lot of comfort to fall asleep. He has frequent nightmares that, while he doesn't like to talk about them very often (in fact you've only heard him talk about them twice, and very vaguely), you know they're bad enough to make him want to stay up for the hours on end he usually does. Whenever you do manage to coax him to get into bed with you at a reasonable hour, don't think it'll mean you'll be sleeping any time soon.

Not that he asks you to, if anything he tries to reason with you to go to bed without him being asleep, but nonetheless you stay up until you can make sure he's getting some rest. Tonight, though, is a very different story. He had been exhausted, and it was one of the very few times he asked you to join him in bed. He had hovered behind you reading on the couch, placing his hands on your shoulders gently and touching his forehead to the top of your head and mumbling a deep, "'m tired, darlin'.", too tired to try and hide his low southern drawl this time.

So, here the two of you were in your bed. You're lying on your back, and Tim has himself draped on top of you, tightly wrapping his arms around your torso. You have one hand running through his hair and gently scratching at his scalp, and the other is tucked under his loose, unbuttoned flannel resting on his back. You can feel the way his body slowly melds to yours the more comfortable he gets, every couple minutes he sinks more and more into your form. You're whispering quiet praises to him, reminding him you love him, that you'll be right here when he wakes up in the morning, he doesn't need to worry his pretty little head about it. You feel a gravely laugh rumble through the both of you as he smiles, mumbling something about how he should be talking to you like that, and you tell him that is the most ridiculous thing you have ever heard; the loving and sleepy smiles are evident in both of your voices.

Eventually, when he does fall asleep, you find yourself stuck reminiscing on the world the two of  you have built together. You live together, the two of you have learned to cook different meals together, you both talk about the future with the other like they’ve always been there- it feels like the stars aligned at just the right moment for such a perfect match to have been made. You recall one of the few nights Tim has been especially sappy; the two of you cuddling on the couch with your head leaning into his hand as he quietly told you how much he loved you. He couldn’t look you in your eyes and his thumb was gently but nervously swiping along the side of your cheek, but he mumbled about how he didn’t understand how he got so lucky with you- he doesn’t know why you’ve stayed with him but he’s always gonna be grateful for you. Remembering that now, with your hand still in his hair and him softly snoring, this is one of the very few times everything feels peaceful.

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[h0p3l3ssromantic]

Go live

Please do not translate and/or post my work here or elsewhere without permission

This is a work of fiction for readers 18 and over

Album pun not intended but what can I say it’s genius

This was written immediately after his live. I made some espresso and let my thoughts take over

Hit Different by SZA is the song playing in my head whenever I think about Hyune because I just know being loved by him and his stroke game, *giggles* hits different.

*first glance…second glance to the right*

Stay would think he’s looking at skijigi but it’s actually you. Being a little slut. A fucking tease. How did you get here? Well he had had asked you to come to the dance studio and watch him and the boy’s practice. He just needed you around. And while that’s all good and sweet, all that good and sweet shit went right out the window the second he decided to take off his shirt. Drenched in sweat and droplets of the fresh black hair dye. You decided right then and there the minute this practice was over, you would need him to fuck you into am oblivion. Getting wet and squirming around just thinking about it. Even after practicing for hours he always had so much energy left, so much more to give, so much stamina. “fuck” you thought to yourself…and was that a moan?..did you just let out a moan at the sheer thought of being fucked by your boyfriend? “Yeah I’m down bad” but that’s how he liked you. Down. And bad. Such a bad little slut and that’s what you intended to be.

Saying your “see you laters’” to the boys you thought it was finally time to put your plan into action but that was quickly shut down when hyune mentioned he wanted to go live in instagram and play around with it like Seungmin had just done

“I have something for you to play around with”

Looking at you with that cheeky grin he always gives you as he pulls you closer so that he’s right near your ear, “be a good girl and wait till after and I’ll play around with you until you’re begging me to stop” he whispers as he squeezes your hips

And that’s how you got here. Hyune on live and you off to his right, left hand playing with your titties and right hand in your pants. Making those faces you know he loves. You tried to be a good girl, you tried to wait, you really did but that’s just not you. You have a hard time following his rules and he knows that. And unbeknownst to you, you fell right into his trap.

As soon as the live is ended he doesn’t even look at you as he tells you “clothes off, now” meanwhile he’s stripping himself of his own. You follow his command quick. Embarrassingly quick. “Oh now you know how to listen? After that fucking show you just put on, now you want to be a good girl?” Standing there nude as your own arousal begins to drip down your legs, you want nothing more than to pounce on him but you that look in his eyes, if you wanted to cum, you know better than to move a fucking muscle without his command. “Come here”

Feeling that heat you recognize all too well building in your core as you walk over to him, praying he lets you cum, praying he lets your behavior slide this one time…

As soon as your within his reach he pulls you on top of him, immediately inserting his dick in you, giving you no time to adjust to the sudden stretch and fullness, “oh m-my god”

“What’s wrong princess? Too much? Isn’t this what you wanted? You were just being a disobedient slut a few minutes ago, only good girls get patience” he spits at you as he’s quite literally rearranging your insides.

“And if you think you’re going to cum you wrong, good slits get to cum, a-are you a good girl huh baby?” You, speechless and already on a different planet, head fallen back, you don’t answer.

Grabbing your neck making to make you look at him, “answer. My. Question” fucking into you with each word. “Are you a good girl?”

“Ughh fuckk, I- I’m n-not a good girl”

He’s not satisfied with that answer, “you’re not a good girl what?”, tightening his grip on your hip and neck.

“I’m not a g-good girl d-daddy!”, you practically scream out. Grip on your neck loosened, just a little. as his pace began to slow, you pick up yours, up and down, up and down, grinding on him like you were in heat. He might’ve had you in the first half but it’s your turn. Slowing down your pace as you grab the nape of his neck bringing him closer to you. “Don’t act innocent, you know I’m a bad girl, *grind* and you knew exactly what you were doing giving me a rule you knew I would break didn’t you?” *another slow swirl of you hips. The look on his face is priceless, “I’m not a good girl daddy, and you like that don’t you? If you thought I wasn’t going to cum all over your dick you’re the wrong one”

Picking up your pace again, determined to keep your word and to milk him for every drop cum he has. Regaining some of his energy, he holds you tight and stands up, dick reaching places, hitting grooves it never has before, punishment for you all but forgotten. Both of you whispering swears and “I love yous”, chasing your highs until you feel that knot in your stomach finally unravel, and he simultaneously releases into you, fucking his cum into you.

As he sits down, you still attached and him still inside you, both of you trying to catch your breath. “I think I’m going to go live again tomorrow after practice, do you wanna come watch?” He says breathlessly as he giggles. Head on his shoulder as you watch the rain drops hitting the pane, all you can do is hum in agreement, smile on your face, hoping he’s forgotten about your punishment..

A/n: Hyune know he was deadass wrong for going live in that tank. Looking that fucking delicious ughh I could’ve jumped through my phone and fucked him right there😖

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[isaaaxqii]

still with you ✧.* - gojo

summary : in which you find comfort and love in your boyfriend, gojo satoru, at a low point in your life.

** : fluff, a little angst :(

note : hi guys !! i obv haven’t written before but i wanna try since i have nothing to do😢 don’t expect this to gain a lot of attention LMAO i just wanna past time but if u like my post then yipee 💗

< 9.37pm >

“i’m home!”

hearing that familiar voice ringing through the hallway, you cannot help but wipe your tears away as fast as you could. you can’t let him see you crying like this. you can’t make him worried.

gojo opens the door to your shared bedroom, noticing you sitting on the floor, which was weird when there was a bed behind you. he could immediately sense that something was wrong with you today. there was red surrounding your eyes, cheeks and nose, and tears stained on his hoodie that you were wearing.

however, you did your best to put on a smile, followed by a “welcome back home” in a shaky voice.

he puts down his bag, and sits down on the floor beside you, then pulling you in by the waist. you rested your head on his shoulder, starting to feel like it was harder to stop yourself from letting your tears flow again. nevertheless, you did your best as you didn’t want to worry him.

despite your efforts, satoru gojo was always one step ahead and could read you like a book.

“y/n. i’m not forcing you to, but please tell me what’s on your mind. because i love you. share some of your worries with me.” he says as he looks down on your figure with a concerned gaze.

you knew it was coming after he sat down on the floor with you, but you still couldn’t contain your tears. you gripped onto his shirt, crying softly with your head in his chest, creating stains on it. he held you close, with his hand rubbing comforting circles on your back while the other combs through your hair with his fingers. he places his chin on your head, whispering sweet nothings to calm you down.

“i just.. can’t deal with my problems on my own. people know me as an independent and cheerful person, but i can’t be cheerful everytime, right? i try my best to be what others think of me, but i can’t. i don’t find myself useful anymore.”

your words made you cry harder. gojo could sense his heart breaking upon seeing you like this. he wanted to protect you from all the curses and evil thoughts in this world, but even as the strongest, he couldn’t do so. thus, the most he could do was to comfort and love you.

“but i don’t think that way. you’re the strongest person in the world to me. and even the strongest has their bad days, but thats okay. because i’m here for you, and i love you.”

gojo guides you up onto the bed, then goes to change into more comfortable clothes. when he comes back, he finds you asleep, cuddling his pillow. he cannot help but giggle softly at the sight and took a few pictures to save in his folder dedicated to you. he climbs onto the bed and holds your body close to his, as if you would disappear if he’d let go. you snuggled into his chest for warmth, hugging him tight.

“i’ll always be here for you, my love. no matter what happens, my love for you will never change.”

wraps up my first writing !! not the best but as i said i wanted to pass time 😓😓 thank you for reading 🤍

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[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #5

## - kisses

genre - fluff

pairings - aot x reader

word count - 2.9k

warnings - none!

notes - tell me how it’s been half a year since i last posted? i’m crying

- EREN JAEGER

your first kiss was very out of the blue. it was a super intense moment filled with raging emotions from both of you - it happened right after the whole incident of eren turning into a titan, you rushed to his side immediately being the one to go rescue him after you thought you had lost him forever. all you could do as soon as you pulled him out of the steaming titan was hug him. you tightly gripped his shirt, nails digging into his skin so much so that you probably could’ve ripped his clothes. after he gained consciousness again, he pulled away looking at you all teary eyed, but nonetheless those eyes were filled with gratitude. he was so incredibly grateful that he could see you again, so much so that he kissed you, for the first time! it was a kiss to remember, it was like a movie kiss - full of compassion and full of fear that you nearly lost eren but as the kiss came to end, reality hit you both. you guys.. just kissed. for the first time. although the situation eren was in now was bad, you guys were more freaked out that you kissed. (cutie patooties)

-MIKASA ACKERMAN

oh girl. you both wanted to kiss each other for a while but you’re both awkward fucks so it wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon unless someone grew some balls! obviously, mikasa is the most confident out of the two of you but, she’s confident in everything else apart from romance. so you guys were hanging out, and you just did it. out of NOWHERE while you guys were sitting down on a hill soaking in the sun rays, you slapped lips on her. it was a very quick peck on the lips but even just that got mikasa soo flustered :( she was covering her lips in pure shock, she couldn’t even stand to look at you with her face looking like a tomato. after she composed herself, she did it right back at you! and then that obviously led to both of you being extremely flustered. you’ll stick to cheek kisses for now until you both stop blushing over lip kisses.

- ARMIN ARLERT

he wanted to make it super sweet & romantic!! after your third date, this man was like i wanna kiss this mf rn. i wanna SMOTHER THEM IN KISSES! so.. he started to plan it? although he wanted to so bad, he was still super nervous & he felt like having a plan would be his best bet. reiner tried telling him not to plan it out but armin was determined on making your guys’ first kiss like something out of a movie. however, in your daily life this man.. could stop staring at your goddamn lips😭HES STARVING PLEASE. anyways, of course you start to notice this and you’re thinking ‘well.. i mean i wanna kiss him too, so why don’t i just do it?’

2 days before the date.

it’s your guys’ day to go & buy groceries, you’re out and about in town and of course, you stop by the flower stall! while admiring some of the flowers, you guys find yourselves under mistletoe.. and oh my days, armin is freaking out.. like what about his date he had planned? but after he finally looks back down at you and takes one glance, seeing you blushing profusely while looking at him with such pure love in your eyes, how could he resist? you guys go onto share a super sweet kiss and both go home very giddy. (and you forgot the apples so, nice one lovebirds 😒)

- JEAN KIRSTEIN

let me tell you, his mum taught him well! she always told him to be a gentleman to ladies and oh, how he was such a gentleman! you guys were just chilling, hanging out together in the girls empty dorms - he was staying with you since you had injured your ankle (bunking off training for you🤧) anyways, you guys were playing a card game when he thought now would be the perfect time to initiate a kiss.. no training, no one around and no annoying connie! he looked up with a sparkle in his eye while staring at your lil’ concentrated face for a while, he chuckled to himself making you raise your head in confusion & suddenly he just popped the question, so confidently as well (he was terrified though) “y/n, can i kiss you?” YOU WERE TAKEN ABACK, literally.. like pulling away, blinking your eyes, processing what’s happening kinda shit. as soon as you snapped back into reality you gave him a coy nod of the head. the kiss was so tender and romantic, i could sob. he looked away all flustered and you giggled to yourself hiding your face behind your cards. eventually, you both came back down to earth and started getting ready to play again but then jean said “hey, whoever wins gets a kiss” you questioned his logic and said “wait.. but then, whoever loses still gets a kiss?” he scoffed sarcastically and said “okay and?🙄” you giggled, “you’re only saying that so that when you lose, you still get a kiss.” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHEN I LOSE??” you laughed hysterically and continued playing. (he did lose btw)

- SASHA BRAUS

it was your turn to make dinner for the corps and of course, sasha had to be there to ‘make sure everything is okay’ in her words smh. so, after putting your blood, sweat and tears into this scrumptious dinner - sasha was right beside you literally DROOLING but, since it was done and everyone was about to eat it anyways, you grab a portion for sasha and she’s literally jumping for joy while you’re putting food on her plate. while (un)patiently waiting she goes to give you a give kiss on the cheek but as she is you turn with the full plate of food in hand and her lips land on yours instead of your cheek… you both freeze. literally frozen for a good 2 minutes EVEN WITH FOOD IN FRONT OF HER?? eventually you both shake your heads, waking yourselves back up into reality and sasha is actually way calmer about this than you are and she’s even the first one to speak “hehe i liked that. you’re a good kisser y/n!” and then you burst into flames because why would she say that?? literally giggling and kicking my feet.

- CONNIE SPRINGER

you and connie had just finished playing board games in his dorm - you guys were just chilling and chit chatting, when you started getting all romantic and cutesy (vile creatures). his hands roamed onto your thighs, arms and hands giving you gentle caresses and you decided this was the perfect moment to kiss him. as his hands laid on your thighs, you brought your hands up to his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. he was very caught off-guard and it took him like two whole minutes to realise what was happening and ACTUALLY kiss you back. after you both pulled away, bro just straight up froze. you had to wave your hand in front of his face and just be like “connie..? connieeee?” and he JUMPED back to life and you jumped too because what the fuck, why did bro jump💀. anyways, he was as red as a tomato!! and you thought it was the cutest thing evaaa. when the other boys started piling into the room, you decided it was time for you to take your leave. connie waved you off by the door with literal love hearts in the eyes.

the next day in the canteen, all the boys were coming up to you patting you on the back almost making you spit your food out saying stuff like “way-hey! good job y/n, heard you kissed connie” you were so flustered like please it’s 8am, you don’t need this right now😭. THEN CONNIE comes strolling in like he owns the fuckin’ place, he’s just so happy & feeling so confident after you kissed him; he wholeheartedly believes he’s a god. and now you get to enjoy the next few days of him trying to get kisses off you 24/7, literally like trying to swat a fly away.

- REINER BRAUN

reiner decided your guys’ spot was not only a casual hangout spot but also, a private and romantic place for you lovebirds. since he confessed there, he thought it’d super sweet & sentimental if you guys had your first kiss there too :).

you stroll up the hill heading to your spot, hand in hand, giggling the whole way there. as you were talking about some gossip you’ve heard, reiner just stares at you in pure admiration. all he wants to do is grab you and kiss you already!! before he can actually initiate anything you turn your head and ask with a silly grin, “why’re you staring at me like that..” he wakes up from his daydream and stares EVEN MORE and eventually, goes onto say “i really want to kiss you right now.” AND OH MY DAYS.. you were so flabbergasted like - he just outright said it, so confidently, so full of passion and lust. you confidently (trying to match the energy) said “well, why don’t you?” and that’s when he gently takes your cheek in his big hand and brings you closer, slowly but surely.. then you kiss. you guys kiss for a very long time, you both want to take in every last second of this moment. as the kiss progresses he pulls you in by your waist, so that you’re even closer to him. you bring your hands up and hold onto his muscular biceps. after a few minutes, you both pull away looking a bit messy and a bit.. sloppy. but you literally couldn’t contain your giggles and shy smile, reiner went on to tease you about it for the rest of the evening.

- ANNIE LEONHART

annie had forced you to come work out with her even though you really weren’t feeling it. you were just feeling super lazy and honestly, your limbs felt like noodles. but nonetheless, you’re there in the training arena ready to work out with your girlfriend. you guys did warm ups which even those, almost killer you and when you go onto actually working out and sparring, oh my god. you were DYING and you kept complaining and whining to annie, who wasn’t having any of it. as you began to do sit ups, you whined once again “ughhh, i don’t wanna do this. i could’ve been sleeping still” you said as your back hit the floor, giving up. annie pulled you right back up, looked you dead in the eyes with a tight grip on your shoulders and said “you’re gonna do this work out, okay?” you wiggled your way out of her grasp, hit the floor again and whined even more “nooOo, annie c’mon! i just want to be done already!” annie just sighed with her hands on her knees, staring at you as you laid there eyes closed, clearly frustrated and upset. she was going to let you go but then had a breakthrough. she said with a sigh “hey. if you do these sit ups now, i’ll give you a kiss everytime as a reward.” WHAT?? DID YOU HEAR THAT CORRECTLY?? you shot up IMMEDIATELY in shock and excitement, you could quite literally feel the adrenaline rushing through your body, “YES OKAY ABSOLUTELY, LETSGOLETSGOLETSGO” you wiggled excitedly at this opportunity “jesus, calm down.. it’s just some kisses.” (deep down, she was shitting herself but the girls got a reputation to keep up) that’s where you guys had your first kiss! although it was only a peck. and there was lots of them. little did annie know though, from this day forward you would refuse to work out UNLESS you got kisses as a reward.

- BERTOLT HOOVER

you were just about to go out with bertolt on a lovely little stroll on a fine summers day but you forgot your bag! and you didn’t have time now, you promised you’d give historia her earrings back in time for her date with ymir but don’t worry, bertolt being the lil’ sweetheart he is, offered to run and grab it for you. so, you both set off in your opposite directions - bertolt found your bag with ease and grabbed it but, as he was picking it up, he hit a vase. YOUR vase.. and it smashed all over your dorm room floor and bertolt just freaked the fuck out. he started getting really sweaty and started heavy breathing, honestly he was having a panic attack. and to make matters worse, you had just opened the door and walked in on this mess. bertolt just looked at you with such genuine fear in this eyes. he felt so so so terrible about breaking your vase that he (very anxiously) started rambling straight away, as soon as you walked in, trying to explain himself and in the midst of it all, you were trying to calm him down and tell him that it’s fine and there’s no need to worry - but he just cannot stop. he just kept going on and on and on, and eventually you just had to do something. you’ve thought about doing it for a while now and it might not be the best time right now but fuck it!! you kissed him. partially because you wanted to but also partially because he needed to shut up, bless him. and goddamn, you REALLY shut him up, bro was in the middle of anaphylactic shock after that. he shook himself off like a dog eventually to regain his composure but he got superrr shy and said he couldn’t go out that day anymore😭. you still dragged him along don’t worry and he eventually got over what happened, not fully but still enough.

- ERWIN SMITH

erwin kissed you the day he asked you out. he thought it’d be the best, most romantic way to set off this new relationship! he also saw no point in waiting to kiss you tbh, especially since you were together now. anyways, soon after asking you to be his s/o and a very long embrace with one another - as you pulled apart, his gaze softened looking deeply into your eyes and asked “may i kiss you?” you were so shocked at his forwardness! first the beautiful meal, then becoming an official couple and now a kiss?! however, no matter in how much shock you were, you were far too entranced in this romantic moment to even hesitate, you said “of course you can” with a sultry smile. you guys had a very classic, romantic kiss just like in old time films. you both chuckled lightly as you pulled away and went off into the night together, having a final glass of wine before you left the restaurant.

- LEVI ACKERMAN

as per usual, levi was locked up in his silly little office but you weren’t having that today. it’s a beautiful summers day with no worries of fighting any titans so you decided to drag him out. now, when i say drag i genuinely mean you DRAGGED him by his stupid e-boy haircut, m’kay. EVENTUALLY.. he started walking by himself and you took him to a café! this way, he can still have his tea but he’s finally not in his office. you both ordered tea and you ordered some sweet treats for you guys as well! levi insisted otherwise but you were determined to have a lovely day out with your boyfriend.. who you haven’t kissed yet. you also decided that not only will today be a super cute date day but ALSO, first kiss day. after staying in the café for hours drinking multiple cups of teas and many yummy treats, it was getting dark and you guys’ legs were aching from sitting for so long - so it was finally time to head home. on this walk home, you began to get very sentimental which is when levi started to act all stoic🙄 in the middle of your sentimental rant, you stopped him in his tracks, held his shoulders and said “don’t hate me when i do this…” AND YOU JUST SLAPPED LIPS ON HIM AHH. you genuinely thought he was gonna push you off him and throw you on the ground BUT HE KISSED YOU BACK? and even pulled you closer to him?? literally what the fuck is happening?? after some time, you both pull away and he said “why would i hate you for that? idiot.” and with that, you guys went off into the night as you giggled at your silly actions.

- HANGE ZOË

hange uh.. you guys have already kissed a lot. hange is veryyy affectionate even when you were friends and was especially more affectionate after they realised they liked you😭. so, because of this you got a lot of cheek kisses and light pecks from hange when you guys were just friends. however, as soon as you agreed to being hange’s s/o, they gave you the biggest fattest smooch eva!! a proper first kiss for a proper couple :). remember how they nearly proposed? and you had to be like “ayo hange, d-don’t propose right now, please…” well after they got back up from being down on one knee, they grabbed you by both your cheeks immediately and kissed you. they kissed you for so long, so passionately like they’ve been craving to kiss you like this, kiss you like they really mean it.

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[svt-nari]

late night walks !

a/n: i’m sorry for this, it’s not my best work and it’s not proofread. i will do my best to write better things, i promise i’m not always that bad 🙏🏼 also, the time period is april 2023.

ib: this cheol’s instagram post (20230408)

“come on, cheollie!”, nari whined while tugging on his sleeve. “instead of going to the cafe, we could actually go take kkuma on a walk.. what do you think?”, she asked hopefully, putting on her best puppy eyes.

“aren’t you worried about people finding out it’s us? i don’t want to have pictures taken of us during our dat if you’re not okay with it.”, he turned to her. “if you are okay with it, then let’s go.”

she chuckled, kissing his cheek. “are you kidding? i could give two fucks about people taking pictures of us, i want everyone to know about us. i love you, you know that.”, nari smiled while holding his hand, the other one gripping the dog’s leash.

seungcheol then shrugged and held her hand, giving her cheek a quick peck and started to walk. the couple went to a park so they could play with kkuma, the genuine smile of adoration on cheol’s eyes as he watched nari play with his dog was enough for everyone to know how whipped he was for the girl.

“c’mon, go get the ball!”, she enthusiastically exclaimed, pointing towards it while the dog ran to get the toy. “good girl! aigoo, you’re so cute kkuma!”, nari giggled as the dog kept on licking her face.

“darling, be careful!”, coups exclaimed as nari started to run after his dog, her shoe ties unlaced. “you’re going to trip- aigoo! are you okay?”, he ran after her, getting on his knees to see if she was injured. even kkuma stopped to see what happened, licking the girl’s hand that she was clutching.

“i think my hand is hurt.”, she pouted, hugging it close to her.

“let me see…”, he mumbled out. a quiet wince left his lips when he saw her hand. “it’s not bad but it definitely needs to be cleaned up.”, he slightly kisses the scratched area. “let’s go home.”

“can we go walking? my house’s not that far and…”, she mischievously smiled. “seventeen street is on the way too!”

“i knew there was something else when you asked to go on a walk, you never walk.”, he chuckled, getting up and helping her too right after. “let’s go then.”

he took the dog’s leash and clicked it back in place, holding nari’s uninjured hand and started to walk. the couple was joking around the whole way, nari purposefully pushing him so he would trip and laughing whenever he almost fell. after a while, they finally got to nari’s destination.

“it looks so cute! let’s read the notes!”, she squaled. seungcheol thought it was a perfect opportunity to take pictures of the girl, she looked so focused and that beautiful glint was in her eyes just like whenever she met their fans. “woah, they really love us…”, she sniffled. “i remember when i was just a trainee and would see the other artists getting stuff like this and would get jealous and think that i wanted this for myself one day. now i can not even believe how many people actually appreciate our work…”

the leader smiled and hugged her waist, laying his head on her shoulder while he nodded. he left a peck on her neck and started to read with her, kkuma quietly laying down on their feet.

nari maneuvered herself out of cheol’s arms to keep looking while he was reading. after a while, when she saw how cute he looked, she took her phone out and snapped some pictures of her boyfriend. when he heard her giggle, coups immediately snapped his head towards her and glared playfully, a pout appearing right after.

“ya! let me see!”, he hugged her to look at the pictures, smiling when she praised how cute he looked all concentrated. “send them to me so i can post them.”

after that, they took some more pictures — mainly nari just admiring her boyfriend and the little things he does. some were practiced and others more spontaneous, nari liked those more, so she had her phone ready while they walked around the place. her wrist was long forgotten, all she could think about was this quiet and peaceful night she was having with her boyfriend.

“i like spending time with you.”, she suddenly stopped walking. “like, it’s my favorite time of the day when we have time just to ourselves. i can’t believe it took us so long to actually realize we were made for each other.��, the younger one mumbled out, head laying on his shoulder as she looked ahead.

“neither can i…”, he breathed out, content. “i love you, thanks for never giving up on us.”

“i love you too.”, she kissed his cheek. “ and thank you for never giving up on me.”

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i NEED him

Ghost x male reader

Smut

Female aligned dni <3

Anyways hi guys thx for the likes on my other post I’ve been to embarrassed to actually re read it myself so it means a lot that you guys actually like the story I made I feel like the other one was to bleh so I’m trying to make this story longer and more slow burn ig idk if you have any advice or opinions that would be greatly appreciated anyways on with the story and I know it’s not November but just act like it is cause I just had this idea today c/n = code name

Me and soap were talking about nnn making jokes and what not, then soap had the idea to make a bet “whoever fails this month has to pay the other 50 bucks” “bold of you to assume I’d fail Soap Mactavish” “ We’ll see about that y/n”. ghost walks in and at this point me and soap are still joking around about the bet and saying who’s going to win or whatever. I’d describe ghost as a person who would immediately shut down me and soaps stupid talk but it seemed like today was different instead he asked us what we were talking about me and soap looked at each other and bursted out laughing.

Ghost looked at us confused to say the least “It’s nothing me and soap were just making a stupid bet” ghost sounded intrigued “what was the bet about?” Soap spoke up “ whoever fails this month at nnn has to pay the other 50 dollars but obviously I’ll be the winner” I hit soap on his arm “yeah right loser I’ll be the one to win” me and soap shared a laugh and the bet was set into motion.

Week 1

While me and soap were sitting down on the couch watching some bad rom-com movie ghost walked into the room he said something about going out for the day I didn’t pay attention to him because unfortunately even if the movie was terrible it had me hooked but for some odd reason I felt eyes burning into the back of my head but whatever must’ve been my imagination. Soap spoke up “ Ghost was staring you down like no tomorrow what did you do to him” “me?! I didn’t do anything what did you do to him?” “ yeah whatever you say y/n”

Week 2

Jesus. This was going to be harder than I first thought I never realized how many things that ghost did that got me worked up his stupid jokes how he looks at me with his eyes his voice sounding angelic and made just for me but there was no way I’d lose a bet I’m not about to lose 50 dollars just because I can’t restrain myself I’ll just try to distract myself. I felt Someone tap on my shoulder I whipped around only to be face to face with ghost “what are you doing here c/n?” “Jesus you scared me- uh nothing I was just scouting out the area” ghost looked at me skeptical “ ok just get back to your original post and don’t leave without alerting someone it could’ve been dangerous” “don’t worry about litte ol me ghost you know I can handle myself” ghost stayed silent and walked away I just pray he didn’t hear me silently screaming after he left the grip he has on me dear lord I start heading back to my original post oh well I think to myself just need to push through.

Week 3

Holy I feel like my whole body is on fire. Today is an off day so everyone does there own individual thing but today was just not my day soap suggested we all played spin the bottle at first I thought sure why not I’m bored so maybe this will pass the time but now here I am stuck in a closet with ghost for the next 7 minutes I just thank whatever god was watching me because I knew I looked like a tomato right about now. I could feel his body pressing up against mine and I swear I was getting hotter by the second and I guess it showed because ghost spoke up “Jesus love you’re burning up the room calm down will you?” Oh.my.god I think to myself did he just say what I think he said I feel like I’m about to die “y-yeah sorry about that” “loosen up a litte won’t you?” I felt him tilt my chin up and lean in closer for a kiss “oh my ghosh” I thought to myself “is this really happening?” But finally I felt our lips connect and it felt amazing his rough hands pulling me closer and grabbing my waist his lips felt surprisingly soft for a guy who seems so rough I could smell his cologne and when he bit my bottom lip for entrance I couldn’t resist we started exploring each other mouths trying to fight over who’d be the dominant one but unfortunately for me he won I slowly moaned into the kiss and felt him smirk against my lips when we parted I felt like I was drunk off of him I needed him but I can’t loose that bet but dear lord he started going in for a kiss again but this time going lower and giving me hickies anywhere he could give me I felt his lust radiating off of him I couldn’t take it anymore I needed him whatever I can loose some stupid bet I just need him he started to unbuckle my pants when we heard the door opening I quickly fixed my self up and ghost scowled and whispered “ next time love” when soap opened up the door he let out a howl of laughter “ Look at you two huh? Your face is a little red there y/n” “Eat a dick soap” I decided that, that was enough spin the bottle for me so I went back into my room not realizing that ghost was staring me down with nothing but lust and love behind his eyes.

Week 4

After the fiasco of spin the bottle I couldn’t look ghost in the eye I felt so embarrassed every-time he looked at me but oh my he’s so hot whatever I just need to focus on the task at hand which was scouting out the area with soap I stepped in the room first signaling that it was safe for soap to come in afterwards he spoke to me “ so what was all that back at spin the bottle” I froze “none of your business soap shut up” he chuckled “oh? Are you sure about that because to me it seems like you’re getting a litte to worked up over it” I sighed “whatever soap just shut up” “whatever you say y/n just remember who’s going to be gaining 50 dollars on December 1st” “yeah as if you’d win soap now be quiet I hear someone”. After the mission I plopped myself down on the couch and just started thinking about the whole spin the bottle situation I mean I don’t know did ghost even mean it? Maybe he did I mean I’m pretty sure he meant it. I mean if he didn’t then why would he have told me next time love remembering his voice gave me butterflies in my stomach the things he could do to me with just his voice he’s just so hot. I heard someone walk in it was ghost “ You look like a mess.” I sighed “I was just about to leave ” god it was so awkward maybe he didn’t mean to kiss me whatever I’m just going to leave. Before I was even able to get up from the couch ghost pinned me down “Where do you think you’re going?” My breath hitched I couldn’t speak “come on now love don’t you want to continue what we started?” He started to unbuckle my pants and take off my shirt “look at how beautiful you look under me” I looked away embarrassed “oh come on now love don’t look away” he started to take off his clothing and lower himself onto me he propped me up so I was straddling his thighs I felt his bulge push against mine and i tried shifting to get some type of pleasure but his hands came down to hold my waist he chuckled “Eager now are we?” He flipped me over so I was on my back he slowly reached down to take of my boxers my cock sprung up already leaking with pre-cum “have you ever done this before?” I shook my head no “use your words darling” my breath stopped at the new nickname “ n-no I haven’t” slight whimpers falling from my mouth he chuckled darkly “ well just keep on making those noises for me love” he spat on his finger about to push in when we heard someone coming I shot up and scrambled to get my clothes on before throwing ghost clothes at his face “Sorry ghost maybe next time” and i ran off into the bathroom to fix myself up when I got out of the bathroom ghost was on the couch with soap talking about whatever I decided that I needed some fresh air so I stepped out once I went back inside it was only soap on the couch now I asked him where ghost went but he said he kind of just got up and left oh well I thought and sat down with soap.

Week 5

Finally my last week after this week I would just need two more days so that this challenge can be done soap hasn’t given up yet but neither have I. Today was supposed to be somewhat normal it was just me and ghost at the base but hey whatever right? Wrong whenever I tried to mind my own business I felt him staring me down from across the room I swear I felt chills on my neck so I decided that enough was enough and went up to him “hey I was planning to try and cook with whatever we have around here if you’d like you can eat with me” this was so awkward I think to myself “ yeah sure I’ll eat with you” well hey that went easier than expected now it’s just time to make some food. (Make whatever food you want) after preparing my meal and letting it cook off for a litte i called out to ghost “ hey.. uh I finished cooking if you want any” I set the table for me and me only I truly wasn’t really expecting him to show up to eat even if we were in the same area but to my surprise he actually came so I took up another play and served him. While we were eating no one dared to say anything until he finally broke the ice “Y/n we need to talk” my breathing started slow increasing “About what?” “About what’s been happening between us” “oh.. that yeah man don’t worry about it I won’t tell anyone” he looked like he was about to say something but stopped I felt like I could cut the tension with a knife. But Jesus I couldn’t stop sneaking looks at him he’s just so beautiful I love how muscular his arms feel not that I’m not fit myself but he makes me feel so safe ever since the spin the bottle incident I can’t look at him the same I mean not like I ever did just see him as a friend but still his beautiful eyes looking into mine how I feel like I get intoxicated off of him. His soft and rough arms grabbing me and pulling me closer to hold and kiss Jesus the things I would do for him. I didn’t realize I had been staring at him for like a minute now until he called my name “hey y/n you look kind of dazed there you alright?” “Oh yeah sorry I’m fine I’ll clean up don’t worry I just need to use the bathroom.” I quickly ran to the bathroom fuck I thought to myself I can’t do it anymore the way he’s been looking at me and how we’ve been so close but yet so far I can’t do it I don’t care if I lose some stupid bet I can’t handle it anymore I unbuckled my pants and pulled down my boxers.

Change of POV

Fuck. Ghost thought to himself he couldn’t even get his feelings out to y/n he felt stupid he started to clean up after himself until he heard a gasp in the bathroom he went down the hall to check up on y/n

Back to original POV

I can’t even think right now he’s so beautiful and perfect I can’t do it my body gets so hot and worked up whenever I think of him I can’t do it I heard the door open and and looked up to only find ghost staring at me. Hiccups falling out of my mouth I need him “ p-please help me” he quickly came in and shut the door he quickly grabbed my hands “ No. I’ve been waiting for this all day love just thinking about you being underneath me moaning and cumming just for me” I quickly nodded tears still falling from my eyes I need him now I can’t take it anymore he picked me up and carried me to his room he set me down on his bed and started to undress I felt his eyes on me and looked away “come on now darling you look so beautiful underneath me waiting patiently” I can’t look at him I’m too embarrassed my head still tucked away into my arm he started to kiss and nip at my neck until he hit a certain spot I let out an embarrassing loud moan he started to abuse that spot on my neck until it turned purple I was out of breath by the time he was done “ what’s the matter love? Getting all worked up over a litte kiss?” He looked down and noticed my cock dripping with pre-cum he started to wrap his fingers around my cock slowly jerking me off “please go faster” he chuckled at started to go faster I moaned and arched my back my eyes rolling into the back of my head but before I could arrive he suddenly stopped I whined “I want you to cum when I’m inside you” I let out a whine “please just please I need you please” when I spoke that seems to set off a switch in ghosts head “repeat yourself for me?” I looked away embarrassed “come on now love why don’t you tell me how desperate you are for me huh?” I tried to grind onto his hips but he grabbed my waist to keep me still “repeat what you said go on I want to hear you say it” he was looking at me I can feel it “please I need you Simon” he chuckled darkly “whatever you say darling” he pushed me onto my back and aligned himself with my hole “this may sting a little but you’ll get used to it” he pushed himself in he was right it hurt a little but I got used to it he slowly started thrusting into me trying to find my g-spot I couldn’t even pay attention to what he was saying at this point my brain had turned to mush he was so beautiful. He suddenly hit a certain spot that made me arch my back he laughed “found it” I couldn’t process what was happening I just felt good “mmh more please right there” he continued to thrust into me hitting that certain spot over and over again I started to bite at his neck “Please please please” I didn’t even know what I was begging for at this point but he seemed to know what I was begging for he took one of his hands off my waist and started to stroke me I arched my back and started to rut into his hand “Go on cum on me you’ve been so good for me” I couldn’t take it anymore his eyes staring into mine how his voice made me feel butterflies in my stomach I couldn’t take it tears started rolling down my eyes he was making me feel so good he chuckled “cum for me darling” that was what pushed me over the edge it felt like my vision was going white it felt blissful I continued to rut into his hand until I rode out my high but he wasn’t done he continued thrusting into me losing his pace and grunting “ you look so beautiful for me right now my beautiful boy” he buried his hips into me and came he sloppily thrusted in and out riding out his high before finally pulling out “you did so good for me love” I was slowly falling asleep and finally closed my eyes when I woke up I was in ghost room I groggily got up trying to remember what happened last night ghost walked in “your awake I made some food I’ll be back” I went I to the kitchen in one of ghost sweat shirts and sweatpants only to find ghost chuckling at me “Shut it soap I’ll pay you just lay off” while I walked back to ghost room I could hear soap laughing his ass off whatever I thought to myself it’s just some stupid bet.

The end

Hi this has been marinating in my drafts for awhile lol but uh any advice on this or my other story are appreciated and again sorry I don’t really know ghost character I just think he’s hot but I hope you guys enjoyed and see you when I decide to post again

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The Silent Observer, Chapter 1

When you get hired at El Michoacano, you quickly discover that not all is as it seems...

A/N: This one has been marinating in my google docs for a long ass time because i wasn’t really sure how i felt about the beginning, but i kinda just realized theres no point in writing fanfic if im not gonna post it, so here y’all go. btw i’m planning for this one to be long AF

Pulling out of the McDonalds drive through, I turned onto the road. I tried for a second to open the lid of my coffee, but decided it was a bad idea and set it in the cup holder. I exhaled and gripped the wheel until my knuckles were white. Rain drops pummeled the windshield as I drove onward. The weather was uncharacteristically rainy for New Mexico, but the rain was a welcome sight. The constant heat got on my nerves all the time since I’d came here.  

“Hi, my name is y/n l/n,” I practiced. “I’m here for the interview. Yes, I would like some water, thank you. My biggest weakness? I’m too hard working. No, wait, that’s cliche. And not even true. No, my biggest weakness is.. I usually wake up after 12, and employers don’t generally like that.” I heaved an exasperated sigh. “They’re never going to hire me.”

My intention was to collapse my head into the steering wheel dramatically, but instead I hit the horn with my forehead and scared myself. I sat up straight immediately, and timidly waved an apology at the driver next to me who was now giving me a dirty look. 

I reached over to the cup holder to grab my coffee without taking my eyes off the road. The rain was unceasing, and I didn’t want to run the risk. Instead of grabbing the coffee, I hit it with my hand and knocked the entire contents onto the back seat and all over my phone. I looked back just in time to see it light up one last time, the screen glitching and malfunctioning. Then, it turned to black, dead. 

“Oh, no! Come on, there’s no way.” My lip quivered threateningly, but I took a very deep breath, stopping any tears that might have come. Looking back to the road, I realized I was drifting into the other lane. Without a thought, I swerved, but lost control on the wet road and went straight into the ditch.

My chest slammed into the steering wheel. I sat in the car for a moment, just waiting. I knew there was nothing I could do, and that what’s done is done, but I still waited. Finally, I got out of the car. I was right in front of a small Mexican restaurant called El Michoacano. Maybe I can use their phone, I thought.

When I entered the restaurant, it was almost completely empty. There were three men sitting in the dining room, each at different tables. Two of them looked like gangster types, and one looked like he could possibly be a chef, with his apron. I walked past them and toward the counter. Another man was back in the kitchen, and it looked like he was cooking something but he had stopped when I came in.

The man was tall. His hair was black, with a single streak of silver. He was dressed in the least conspicuous clothing imaginable. A silk button down with some of those pointy leather shoes.

“Excuse me,” I choked, realizing that there were tears falling down my cheeks. He came over and leaned on the counter.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. I just ran my car into the ditch outside. Do you think I could use your phone to call a mechanic or something?”

“It’s just back here, in the kitchen. Here, this way,” he said, leading me into the kitchen. When I got to the phone, it was one of those old fashioned wall-mounted things. As I dialed the number, I turned back to lean on the wall. With a full view of the dining room, I saw the gangster’s heads both whip around so that they weren’t looking at me.

With a tow truck on the way, I sighed and wiped the mascara off my cheeks.

“I’m sorry about your car,” the man said. 

“It’s okay. Nothing I can do now. Thanks for the phone.” 

“Hey, take a seat. I just finished some tacos, you want one?” He asked. 

“Yeah, thanks.” I sat down, and he followed with two plates and sat down across from me.

“Rough day? I get it. Eat your taco, it’s getting cold,” he said gesturing at the food in front of you.

“So much for my interview,” I said, swallowing a bite of the taco. “Sorry, ignore me. I haven’t had such a good couple of days. Oh, my name is y/n, by the way.”

“My name is Eduardo. Did you say you were looking for a job?”

“Yes, why?” I asked, looking up from my food.

“I’m looking for a server. You think you might be up for it?” He got up and went over to the kitchen, coming back with a paper.

“Fill this out, and bring it back to me,” he said, giving me the application.

“I don’t know what to say. Thank you, Eduardo.”

“Please, call me Lalo.”

“Thank you, Lalo.”

The moment was almost shattered by a contemptuous gaze that one of the men in the dining room was giving Lalo. He pretended like he didn’t see, and continued.

“I think that’s your truck pulling up.”

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It was sort of a plain dress. Black, short sleeved. The skirt went down maybe halfway to my knee. Of course, a small “El Michoacano” was printed over the breast. I flattened the front of my uniform and checked my bag. Yep, I have everything, I thought. Then, I was out the door, down the street, and at the bus stop. My car was taken to the junkyard when I couldn’t pay for the repairs.

“Hey, you made it,” shouted Lalo from the kitchen over the wafting sound of Mexican music. He tossed a towel over his shoulder on his way over to me and turned down the music slightly.

“You excited?”

His enthusiasm was contagious, and I grinned a smile in response.

“Of course I am.”

“Alright, let’s get to it. That guy over there,” he said, pointing at the middle-aged man sitting at a table in the corner. “He’s the chef around here, and honestly, should be training you. But, he doesn’t speak too much english. So, you’re stuck with me.”

“So what should I start with?” I asked, looking around the dining room. It was empty today, excluding the man in the corner.

“I was thinking we’d take a look in the kitchen, see where things are kept. Then, you and I will have a chat about the rules here. You know, it doesn’t usually get too busy around here, so there isn’t much for you to worry about.”

Lalo walked back into the kitchen and showed me the cupboards. He listed off what they contained, and opened some of them to show me.

“The plates and bowls go here,” he said, opening one of them. “Make sure you stack the little bowls on the little bowls and the big ones on the big ones. Don’t mix them.”

“Okay, got it. And the cups..?”

“-Go right here,” he finished swinging another cupboard open. “I don’t expect you to remember all of this. It’s gonna take some time. Don’t hesitate to ask me a question.” He started toward the door to the dining room, tapping my elbow as he passed to tell me to follow. I complied. On the way out, I looked back at the cupboards and silently quizzed myself. Bowls, plates, cups.

“Have a seat,” Lalo said, gesturing toward a chair. I sat down and looked up at him as he sat across from me. 

“So you really weren’t lying when you said that it doesn’t get busy in here,” I said looking around at the nearly empty dining room. The man in the corner seemed to be completely in his own world as he read a week-old Mexican newspaper.

“Nah, not really. The guys that were in here last week? They’ll be back in…” he checked his watch. “About an hour or so.”

“What, are they regulars or something?” I asked, remembering the odd way they seemed to be together but sat at different tables.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. So, you’ll notice people coming in and out of here a bit. You’ll know what I mean when you see it. There’s not many rules here, but the one you need to remember is this.” he leaned in closer as he continued. “Don’t worry about them. You don’t even need to take their order. Just stay back and leave them alone.”

He said it all in a calm, even tone. His eyes were fixed on mine the whole time, and they didn’t move.

“Who are they?”

“Friends.” The tension in the air as he said those words was so tight you could have cut it with a knife. His expression was so deadly serious, and he had this way of perfectly controlling the emotions of his words as he said them.

 “The tough looking guy sitting in the back yesterday? His name is Nacho. You’ll get to know him eventually, but he’s a little shy. The other one is Domingo. I’m sure he’ll introduce himself when he gets here.” 

Suddenly, Lalo leaned back and broke the tension in half with a smile.

“That’s my little lecture. Bored yet?”

“Not yet.”

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

“Really? You think I don’t talk much?” As I said that, I realized my mouth was sort of dry. “Usually people tell me I’m a chatterbox.”

“I’ll have to see that to believe it,” he laughed. “It’s about noon. You hungry? Another perk of this job. Free food.”

Without even waiting for my affirmation, he was back in the kitchen and the music was turned up again. Determined to make myself useful, I followed.

“Want help?” I called over the music.

He turned around from the tomatoes he was chopping, surprised.

“Yeah, you can do this,” he said, pointing to the chopping board. “There’s some lettuce over there, and the steak will need to be chopped too. I have to cook the meat first, so I’ll give it to you once I’m done.”

I got going, messily dicing the tomatoes. I tried my hardest to make them all at least even shapes and sizes, and I did decently okay for someone who has absolutely to idea what they’re doing. With the blade of the knife, I slid the tomatoes to the side of the board and took up the lettuce. 

Lalo was, to say the least, enthusiastic about his cooking. He was loudly singing along to the music on the radio, and his excitement was spreading to me. Even if I didn’t know the words, I was singing along with him. It was impossible not to.

As Lalo warmed the tortillas on the frying pan, he was passing them to me and I was building the tacos. 

“This is something I need to do again,” I said as we carried the plates out into the dining room.

“I can show you a thing or two about cooking, if you want. Like I said, there’s not a whole lot that needs to be done around here. You’re gonna have a lot of free time.”

The door to El Michoacano swung open, and in walked one of the men I saw yesterday. Lalo walked up to him and clapped him on the back.

“Ocho loco, you remember this girl from last week?” He looked at me and smiled slightly.

“Hi, I’m Domingo,” he said, shaking my hand.

“Y/n,” I responded. Lalo handed him the plate in his hand.

“Here, this is for you, made especially by y/n,” Lalo said with a cheeky smile in my direction.

“Oh come on, I barely helped.”

“Thanks, y/n,” said Domingo, walking over to the table he was sitting at the other day.

“Does he always sit there?” I whispered to Lalo as we sat down at the table closest to the counter.

“Yeah. Remember what I said earlier? About leaving them alone? That goes for Domingo too.”

“So, you want to me to like, ignore him when he comes in?”

He laughed and said “No, nothing like that. Just don’t go up and bother him while he’s working. And don’t eavesdrop. Especially don’t eavesdrop.”

I sat in silence and ate my taco, mulling over what he’d said. ‘Don’t eavesdrop’? What was that supposed to mean? What could Domingo and the other guy, Nacho, was it? What could they be doing that was so secretive?

I jolted my head up when I heard the door swing open again, this time with more force.

“What’s up Nacho,” Domingo greeted the man walking in.

He didn’t even look in my direction. He walked straight to the table he was at last time I saw him and sat down.

“He’s like that,” Lalo whispered to me. “Nachito, come say hi to the new waitress,” he said, raising his tone.

Nacho turned his head toward me and simply said “Hi.” I could tell he already didn’t like me, but I couldn’t tell why. Suddenly, I remembered the look he gave to Lalo when he offered me the application. 

“Why don’t you sweep the kitchen floor? The broom is back there,” he said, waving his hand toward the kitchen but not looking away from Nacho.

I followed his orders, but the strongest sense of suspicion guided me toward the kitchen.

This is when I broke my first rule. I stood as close as I could to the door so I could hear what they were saying. Lalo’s eyes followed me toward the kitchen and watched me carefully before he got up and sat directly next to Nacho and started speaking very quickly and quietly in Spanish.

I risked a look up at the pair, trying to figure out what they were saying from their expressions. Nacho was sitting cross-armed and looking up at Lalo with a quirked eyebrow. Words were exchanged, but the only ones I could pick out were “quieres” and “tienes”, “you want” and “you have” respectively. Unsurprisingly, these were some of the only Spanish words I knew. 

Lalo was leaned forward on the table, his gaze fixated on the man across from him. 

“Compredes?” He said at last. “Understand?”

“Sí, Lalo,” Nacho responded. I leaned my broom against the wall and came back into the dining room. Domingo was just sitting still, staring directly at the wall. He had the look of someone who had just sat through a very uncomfortable conversation. Lalo sighed and patted Nacho rather aggressively on the shoulder. Then I heard tires on the pavement outside, and a giant truck pulled up outside the restaurant.

“Y/N, you can do some stocking in the cupboards. There’s not much work for you out here.” 

I had the distinct impression that this was going to be one of those times in which I should not be eavesdropping. I disappeared into the pantry behind the kitchen and tried to ignore the man walking in as much as possible. 

That was the rest of the day. I hid in the back while men came in and out of the restaurant, from time to time Lalo would ask how I was or what I was getting up to. No customers came in. Not one. The bus ride home felt so much longer than the one there. My mind was racing with ideas as to what could be going on there.  

No matter what I thought of, the same thought kept returning to me. Something dark must be going on, and somehow I had gotten caught up in it. 

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“Why don’t you sweep the kitchen floor? The broom is back there,” I said. I studied Nacho carefully. Out of my peripheral, I saw her hesitate and then turn around. I turned to watch her leave, double checking to see that she was out of earshot before snapping my head back toward Nacho.

“You know exactly why I hired her,” I hissed softly in Spanish.

“I meant you should hire someone connected, not an outsider! Someone’s daughter or niece. You don’t even know this girl, she could be an FBI agent,” Nacho retorted, wrinkling his nose in distaste. The corners of my lips twitched upward.

“I’ve been following her since she first stepped foot in this building. Believe me, she isn’t FBI. I didn’t choose her at random. The look of pure desperation on her face told me she needed money, fast. She’d do anything for it. She won’t tell, believe me.” Nacho raised an eyebrow at me, a frown forming on his face.

“I’m just saying that you shouldn’t put your trust into someone who you don’t even know. She has no reason to be loyal to us. She could turn at any minute.”

“I have a plan,” I said simply, looking back at the girl. She was staring very decidedly at the floor where she was sweeping.

“What’s that, then?”

“All in good time, Nachito,” I smiled at him. “But now, you must be civil to her. I don’t care if you don’t like her, you must be polite, comprendes?”

Nacho sighed and responded “Sí, Lalo.”

#bcs #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca imagine #lalo salamanca imagines #lalo salamanca headcanons #saul goodman #Better Call Saul #better call saul headcanon #better call saul headcanons #better call saul imagine #better call saul imagines #nacho varga

[donnetellotheturtle]

Here take a siren WIP

Hugo pulled on the lines, the storm was bad, really bad. Everyone was running and trying to get all the sails pulled up. He groaned, the rope was hurting his hands. As he looked at them, he saw the scales from the rain. He’d deal with that later. Right now was the survival of the crew. His crew.

He hadn’t even noticed they’d swam directly into the Kaldur gangs territory.

Varians eyes were calculated but wild with adrenaline as he tied down ropes, running to the wheel to help Eugene steer. The waves were getting bigger. Hugo looked up to the sky, silently begging the moon to go easy on them.

A gigantic wave crashed into the side of the ship, nearly toppling them in one fell swoop. They were taking damage from them too. One big wave and it would take him out.

Then the singing began. Hugos heart sank into his stomach.

“No.”

“Sirens!” Rapunzel called out.

The waves calmed. Immediately Hugo realized Donella was the one making them with moonstone shards around her finger.

The rest of the ship was already looking half drunk, eyes lidded. But they weren’t moving. Hugo realized with dawning horror that she wasn’t going for the entire ship. Just for one person.

He looked to Varian. Varian was headed towards the edge of the ship.

“Goggles stop.” Hugo called out. He ran and hugged Varian around the waist. The boy didn’t stop though. He just dragged Hugo along. The wet deck made it harder to keep his footing. “Hairstripe!” Varian had to wake up. He had to stop. If he went in there, he was dead. Hugo grabbed onto a post with one hand.

“Varian!” Hugo cried.

Donella’s singing escalated. More hypnotic. It was bad. It was even starting to effect Hugo a bit. He held onto Varian with all his might.

“Donella, please stop!”

Donella didn’t. He didn’t know what he expected but he didn’t know what else to try.

Then to his horror, varian slipped out of his grip, and bolted for the water.

“No!” Hugo ran after him, grabbing at his shirt sleeve.

But he slipped through Hugo’s grip, and fell into the water.

Hugo didn’t hesitate. He jumped in after him, consequences be damned.

The other members were dragging Varian down quickly. Hugo swam after him. He saw Varians eyes gain a bit of consciousness as he descended. He saw Hugo in his true form. His merman form. His eyes widened, then Varian started choking on water.

“Please stop!” Hugo begged. It fell on deaf ears.

Varians eyes rolled back in his head. Hugos fight for flight kicked in and suddenly he was faster than any of the others, swimming like his life depended on it. Which, his new life did.

The two that were dragging Varian down hissed at Hugo. He grabbed onto Varian, trying to force the limp boy from their arms. They scratched at him, he winced as one of their nails drew blood. Then Donella held up a hand. The two let go of Varian. Hugo didn’t question it. There was no time. He grabbed Varian and dragged him up as fast as he could, not stopping until he was on the ship.

Hugo didn’t know much about cpr but he remembered how Eugene had done it some what. He had to encourage the water out of Varians lungs. He pushed on his stomach. Usually he’d hesitate. Not now. He closed Varians nose, and put his lips on Varians and put as much air as he possibly could.then again, and again, and again.

“Come on. Don’t leave me. Don’t. Please. You’re not allowed to goggles.” He said in between pushing and air puffs.

There was a moment when Hugo thought he was too late. That Varians heart had stopped.

Then he hacked out the water. There was a lot of it and it took Varian a moment to recover, but he was breathing.

Hugo sobbed in relief.

Varian looked at him, barely awake but clear eyed. “Hugo…youre a merman?”

Hugo nodded. “I’m sorry I didn’t-“

“You’re beautiful…” With that, Varian passed back out onto the deck.

#varian and the seven kingdoms #varian #hugo vat7k #tangled varian #varigo #vat7k fic #donella vat7k #vat7k #varian vat7k #vat7k au #Siren #WIP

[obwjam]

so i heard you want requests 🙏 i suggest 17 with a Ghostbuster of your choice. pls?

“Ugh, you’re squishing me!”

"ghostbuster of my choice" is always egon sorry NOT sorry

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“Ugh, you’re squishing me!”

Egon pursed his lips in concentration. He stole a glance downward, realizing that his loose fist had inadvertently tightened around you. “Sorry, Asa,” he stated, keeping his strides long but stable. He adjusted his grip so his thumb was no longer pinning you down. You were injured, after all.

It had been a few months since you were discovered by the scariest group of humans you had ever seen. You knew something was eerie about the apartment whose walls you inhabited, and it all came to a head with the human who owned the place screaming, a disgusting green ghost running rampant and four men dressed in brown jumpsuits causing chaos as they tried to catch it.

After the dust had settled, the walls were left destroyed and you were left out in the open, hurt, confused and terrified. The Ghostbusters had found you, taken you back and patched you up, and you had been living with them ever since. You had built a strong bond with them – Ray, the one who had been so gentle when he first found you, had instantly gained your trust and was like your rock. Winston was the one you went to when everything became too overwhelming and just needed to feel normal for a few minutes. Venkman teased you all the time, but it was out of love – he was like an older brother, or a fun uncle to you.

The only one you couldn’t figure out with Egon. He had insisted on running countless tests and experiments on you, which was a borrower’s worst nightmare. He rarely ever smiled and always looked at you with this cold, stoic expression, like he was studying you instead of regarding you as a real person.

Truthfully, he terrified you, and you never wanted to be left in a room alone with him. Problem was, it was just you and him in the firehouse this afternoon, so of course today was the day that something had to blow up in your face. 

Egon had stayed behind while the other three were off investigating something that Venkman had been complaining wasn't worth their time all week. He had a trove of experiments that he was behind on, and this call didn’t seem that serious. He was deep into some slime samples when he heard a small poof and subsequent thud come from upstairs.

You were working on your own experiment, just on a much smaller scale. Ray had asked you to make adjustments to your own mini proton pack so you could start going on ghost-hunting missions with the gang. He had done as much as he could, making something for someone four inches tall, and he trusted you to finish up.

You don’t know exactly what you did wrong – you always thought of yourself as handy and a quick learner – but a wire got crossed and BOOM! There was a bright flash of light, a deafening sound and all of a sudden, you were falling falling falling until you hit the ground with a thud.

Egon immediately abandoned what he was doing, ripped off his rubber gloves and sprinted up the stairs in a huff. He told Ray this would be a bad idea.

Egon burst into the room, eyes focused on the table he had last seen you on – but you were nowhere to be found. “Asa?” 

You couldn’t move. You could barely speak. The wind had gotten knocked out of you, and you were honestly shocked that you were conscious right now. Egon’s massive form was more like a looming stormcloud than a person.

Egon’s eyes rapidly darted around the room until he realized something – maybe you weren’t hiding or embarrassed.

He softly gasped when he saw you on the floor. You had never looked smaller, even when they had first found you. Your hair was strewn across your face, making it near impossible to see if you were… no. No, you were alive. He knew that with your smaller mass, falls like that wouldn’t kill you – but they would surely hurt. 

He bent down, and that oh-so familiar sinking sensation told you that someone was here. Your breathing picked up in your dazed state as you momentarily forgot who was here with you. It was like you couldn’t see his eyes through his lenses. It was just another scientist in a white lab coat ready to pluck you up before pinning you down. 

Egon sucked the air through his teeth as he slid his hands underneath your fragile body, trying his best not to jolt you around too much as he stood up to his full height. His heart lurched when you struggled in his grip, clearly dazed and scared as to what was going on. Worried he was going to drop you, he curled his fingers loosely around you. 

“Don’t move so much,” he mumbled lowly. “You’re hurt.”

His deadpan voice brought you back to reality. “Egon…?”

He looked down when he heard your strained voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He needed to get you downstairs.

Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he looked around frantically for somewhere soft to put you down. If he were broken all over his body and had a giant carrying him, he wouldn’t want to be put down on a cold, hard table.

Eventually, he found a folded up cloth that was clean enough to plop you on. He tilted his hand and you unceremoniously tumbled down, breaking your fall with your one miraculously good arm.

You managed to sit up, clutching your head with a groan as Egon dashed off to who knows where. Thankfully, your breathing was getting better every second. Of all the questions Egon had asked you when they first discovered you, you still haven’t told him about –

You jumped at the sudden clattering noise next to you. Egon had grabbed a handful of supplies, including some sharp, shiny instruments you had only ever seen from afar. The giant scientist grabbed his scissors and a roll of gauze. “This will take a lot quicker if you don’t squirm,” he said as he carefully snipped off a piece.

You began to shiver. “Wh–what–wait, Egon–”

“Why are you sitting up? You’re hurt, Asa,” he said matter-of-factly. “I don’t know why Ray let you mess with a proton pack in the first place. That kind of power could blow a hole through the space-time continuum if you’re not careful. How far was that fall?”

“How am I supposed to know?” you snapped. You were going to pretend that he didn’t just insult you. “Human measurements don’t mean anything to me.”

Egon hummed. “You’re right. It was a few feet, at least. Scaled to you… probably 100 or so. Feet, that is.”

You stared at him. “...Is that far?”

He suddenly turned his gaze to you, eyebrows raised as if you just asked the dumbest question ever, causing you to shrink back. “Asa, that kind of fall would kill someone.”

“Oh.” You watched warily as he continued to snip pieces of that strange white cloth. “What are you–what is that stuff?”

“It’s gauze,” he said simply.

“...which is for what, exactly?”

Egon paused for the shortest of moments. He always struggled with the fact that you were a fully intelligent, fully functional person, yet you didn’t know about the basic mechanics of human society. Half the time, he had to stop himself from talking down to you like a child.

“Your leg is broken. Normal humans would get a cast made of much stronger materials like plaster or fiberglass, but this will do for you. Now, hold still.”

Your eyes widened as his hands descended on you. “No, w-wait–”

Your breath hitched when his hand made contact with your leg, which, for as badly as you wanted to believe it would heal quickly, still hurt like hell. You whined in pain, and it only seemed to worsen when he applied pressure while wrapping the gauze around you. 

“How’s that?” he asked, voice surprisingly soft. It’s not every day he had to patch up a person no bigger than his thumb.

You managed to stand up, trying to get used to the strange feeling of your leg being constrained and stuck straight. You looked up at Spengler, uncomfortable underneath his awed gaze. He was gawking at you like you were some kind of marvel. “How am I supposed to do anything now?”

“We’ll just carry you to where you need to go,” Egon shrugged. “But hold on, I’m not done yet. Your arm–”

“–is fine,” you cut him off. “Seriously, it’s–”

“Look, Asa, you’ve probably got a lot of adrenaline pumping through you right now, but you shouldn’t even be standing.”

“I’m not kidding, I’m fine! I don’t need–”

 “You need to listen to me, Asa. After that kind of fall, I’m surprised you’re even alright. Even being so small, it should have–”

“EGON!” 

He stopped in surprise. You yelled with such force that you might as well have just shouted right into his ear.

“I know you–you’re just trying to help, but…” you paused to take a shaky breath. You hadn’t meant to yell, but you were getting overwhelmed. “But I’m already healing. I should be completely back to normal in a few weeks.”

Egon blinked. “Broken limbs take months to heal, Asa.”

“Not for borrowers,” you mumbled, almost ashamed. “We heal a lot faster than that.”

“Asa…” Egon was beside himself. Rapid healing? That was some real comic book stuff, even for someone who investigated the paranormal for a living. “How come you never told anyone that before? The kind of tests we could run, the things we could learn…”

“Because I’m a person, Egon! I’m not just some–some thing to study!” The normal restraint you had when talking to him was gone. “I’m grateful to you guys for saving me, and–and giving me a place to live. And I don’t mind telling you guys about borrower stuff. But you can’t just–you have to remember that I have feelings, too.”

Egon was lost in thought. Had he really come across as cold? Well, from your perspective, he supposed it made sense. He knew he was rather stoic and serious, and for someone so small in such a giant world, he must have been rather intimidating and scary to you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Asa,” Egon sighed, pulling a chair up and taking a seat. “I suppose I just have a hard time…”

“Thinking of me as a real person?” you guessed. 

“Yeah,” Egon smirked. “That.”

A comfortable silence fell over the both of you as you ogled at each other. Truthfully, you were both in a sort of shock that you were this close to someone at such a different size than either of you were used to. You were still getting over your baked-in fear of giants, and Egon was still struggling to truly understand your intelligence, but maybe you just had to spend more time with each other to get over it.

“Well, I appreciate you making me this… cast,” you offered, gesturing sheepishly to the gauze. “It might not take months to heal, but it still hurts like a bitch right now.”

Egon cracked a smile. “You sure you don’t need any others?”

Truthfully, you could probably make do without any others, but if this was Egon’s way of helping…

“Maybe you could make me one for my arm,” you said, lifting the busted limb up as far as it could go. 

“I can do that,” he started, rolling more gauze out, “but only if you tell me more about that special healing of yours.”

You chuckled, but something in the tone of his voice was sincere. He wouldn’t have a free hand to jot down notes at lightning speed like he usually does. Maybe he was asking… just because he wanted to get to know you more.

“Alright, Spengler. You got yourself a deal.”

#i'm kind of proud of this??? #egon my absolute beloved #i like changed his characterization halfway through lmao #he has to learn to be soft damn it #obwrites #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #ghostbusters